Genius Loci

 Another javelin hurled into the empty, sheltering space of West Philadelphia.

Javelins in Talking about Strawberries

Jenny Kanzler lays down the law and is going to kill you. Thanks to Malcolm Curtis. 

Turns Out

 Turns out, Mary was no stranger to darkness, too. 

Apparition Poem #1547 in Fixator Press

Many thanks to Jonathan Butcher for publishing #1547 in Fixator Press. 
 

The Creatrix

The idea of the Creatrix— the creative female goddess— followed Mary around. 

Key point: triad time

This Mary Evelyn Harju portrait of me was painted in late 2006, into 2007. I have now used it as the cover image for PICC. Worth noting: the way I take it, it's not exactly completely an affectionate portrait. The drab coloration, misshapen quality of my head and my hair, were deliberate on Mary's part. As, also, is the sense that my face, as it is painted here, is a little off. If you look closely at it, it is easy to discern that what you are seeing is my face, melded with Abby Heller-Burnham's face. Mary seems to be expressing a certain amount of righteous indignation that Abby and I, by then, had consummated an affair too. Even after I broke up with Mary at the end of '03, I was supposed to know that Abby was off-limits. And, as is generally known, Mary and I did reunite for a big chunk of 2007. So my sense of reuniting with Mary was not thrown off. But important that Mary seemed to see Abby and I together as demonic, or at least menacing. All the elements of the painting which could seem peculiar are no accident.

Engagements

The manner in which Mary played the role of the painter, suggested a determination she had both to engage, and to participate in, the history of painting.  

Eris Calling

Call, calling card coming in from another architectural universe.  

The whole business of Equations

The whole business of Equations begins with me standing alone. 
 

Numbers, Calling Cards

The numbers for my sites on Blogger have gone through the roof in the last month. To all my, and our, readers, many thanks. Also, two new Calling Card sites: 1 and 2.  

What it all means

 Unreal not to emphasize about Abby what her bisexuality meant to her.

More Boar-Year

 A few months before the release of Opera Bufa. 

Molly's

 Mary snapped this shot of me at Molly's, where I debuted Feel in the mid-Aughts. 

Partnership

The partnership with Mary H was a glimpse into a higher world while it lasted.

Clark Park

No landmark in West Philly like Clark Park for creating down-home ambience. 

Stark

 The vibe we carried around with us was a Live Forever one, much of the time. 

Saint Catherine Street #2

Starlight in West Philadelphia

So: the Mary years, 2001-2003 and then 2007, sandwich Henniker, 2005. They were spent shuttling back and forth between Logan Square and West Philadelphia.

Henniker

California tumbles into the sea: that'll be the day I go back to Henniker. Tried to warn you, about Gerry and Ann-Marie...except, not. As an extremely interesting locale in the mid-Aughts, alive with the right kind of ferment & mischief (possible seat of revolutions), Henniker, New Hampshire was exemplary. 

The preponderance of 2005?

And back to this again, from 2025. 2005 was huge with Ms. H-B, and also Ms. W-G. 

By reflex action 2

 A continuation of Miss H-B's story. 

By reflex action

 It would be inappropriate not to have Miss H-B on here. 

Parting Shot

 To let onlookers note that Miss H was no shrinking violet.

Conshohocken on mp3

 The Ink Pantry Apps, #2051 and #2135, on mp3. 

Ride in the whirlwind

 Montreal became part of a ride in the whirlwind package deal. 

Twisted Limbs

 A formal presentation of the 2025 version of Twisted Limbs from the mid-Aughts. 

Apparition Poems in Ink Pantry

Two 2013-2014 Apparition Poems in Ink Pantry. Many thanks to Deborah Edgeley.

Red Life

A decision many of us made in Aughts Philadelphia (and Montreal). 

And a decision consonant with who Mary H already was. 

On Love: P.F.S. Post

 On Love, also, on P.F.S. Post. 

On Love: Dipping back into '03

The Ode on Love was written in 2003. This version includes 2025 revisions. Peace. 

Ode On Love, in 2025 form, on mp3. 

Anthem

 An anthem which spans 2004-2006, about the Aughts, in Philly & elsewhere. 

Racing ahead to '06

 Waxing Hot with Steve Halle on P.F.S. Post as of April 2006. 

2005: P.F.S. Post

P.F.S. Post (Philly Free School Post) debuted online as itself on October 10, 2005. These two December 2005 sonnets, from Chris McCabe, exemplify some of the best of what the site has to offer. 

Started in '05

Begun in 2005, completed in 2011, The Ballad of Robert Johnson came out in The Seattle Star in 2018. 

Beams: Maggie Mangual

On Maggie, as later appeared in Beams.

And Beams, as it rides again on Blazevox.

And pushing back to 2000...

 ...for something interesting I had going then. 

Philosophizing 2005-style

 On the theoretical underpinnings of what the Philly Free School did in 2005.

Dream-time 2005

 In 2005, bed-time was filled with sirens and more sirens. 

Released in '05

 Released in '05. Elegy for a Philly poet who had died in '04. 

And more again....

                              MOLLY'S BOOKS (SOUTH PHILADELPHIA) 

More 20 years ago today stuff...

HIGHWIRE GALLERY

HIGHWIRE GALLERY 2

20 years ago this week...

 

Ekleksographia #2: Extra Apps

 In the tradition of the Beams Apps, a lost 2009 page resurrected.

Beams: Beams: Infinite Regress

Modigiliani-marvelous
you collapsed perspectives

"vessel" in torso-line, reflected
back, over your shoulder

you leapt from the frame
colors in you remained canvas

foregrounded dimensions

................................................................................................................................

Beams rides again on Blazevox

Twisted Limbs: 2025

Apocalypse out there. Here, endless wheels,

sparks; pockets of restrained & segmented
light. Lovely ways you defy me. Best moments,
always, you on top, when the world ends a little
bit. Warmth between lovers can never be
unnatural. Nor can hostage-taking, or a healthy
regard for oblivion. It's all that's left in common
between us & them: twisted limbs. Our mouths
move like theirs: flips, bites. Our movements
prefigure the same ends: consummated peace,
mediated silence, "deliberate hebetude." We're
w/ them as a necessary antithesis. They can't
see us. They never could. It's left to us to make
a balance, if we can. We'll need nothing less than luck.

© Adam Fieled 2006-2025

Earlier versions of this piece appeared in Big Bridge and Melancholia's Tremulous Dreadlocks

Equations: Thesis: Heather Mullen

 On the voodoo set loose from Santa Cruz. 

Adjunct Extension 2

 A perma-space for Otoliths 19 to do its quantitative dance. 

Equations: Thesis: Wendy Smith

 Borrowing some glamor from Hollywood to develop them: Henniker Hot Nights. 

Beams: Beams: Ex

 

mimesis of no-détente

(m)oral play of difference
I follow breath to be

as a blue painted vase
El Greco-sepia room

crossed corrugated lips

regrets of rinsed locusts
you “just knew” this

would happen, as you

“just knew” it’d happen
when you painted me