Hullaba Lulu: The Music Goes Round

Teagan and I are deep into the next chapter of Hullaba Lulu on Teagan’s 
Books, which means I need to take a short break to focus on making
photographs.

Virtual Reality Image of a femail avatar in a costume from the 1920's
Lulu Stands in front of a section of Piazza d’Italia, 1934 by Arnaldo Dell’Ira

I made a visual narrative to summarize where we’ve been in the story this far:

For a complete chapter index Let’s do the Raccoon

See you guys Monday!

Graphics (c) Rob Goldstein 2018

“Piazza d’Italia” 1934 by Arnaldo Dell’Ira

Pubic Domain copy of a painting by Arnaldo_Dell'Ira_(1903-1943) called Piazza_d'Italia
Piazza_d’Italia by Arnaldo_Dell’Ira_(1903-1943

Sudden Tears

…and Rimbaud’s limb being so caught up goes be-bopping out the door into the forest through the trees – raga rag in the grass overturning picnic baskets whizzing past churchyard gates right in step it genuflects then aims and leaps over the scene over the rainbow out of the canvas into space pure space—as remote and colorless as dear arthur’s face. a face made incorporeal  full of grace.  sunken eyes—those cobalt treasures closed forever.

clenched fist relaxed wrist
his pipe turned in…

out in the garden the children are gathering
it’s not a whim. they are accurate immaculate,
as cruel as him.
they sing:
legs can’t flail
cock can’t ball
teeth can’t bare
baby can’t crawl
rimbaud rimbaud facing the wall
cold as hail dead as a doornail

sudden tears!

Excerpt from the poem Rimbaud Dead, by Patti Smith

There’s Nowhere to be When You’re Being Here Now

28 August 1999 (you got less than a month, right?)

Hey Dude,

Today be Jamie’s birth date day, and we’s havin’ a barbecue
in his honor if he ain’t drunk an’ if he shows up.

Jack be doing the cookin’, I’m on the eatin’ committee.

Maybe we can do it again when you get out, in your honor.

(Oops, I didn’t mean that your honor. No, I won’t reproach the bench.)

I had me one of them birth date days too, 4 days ago.

It was ho-hum, which they get after the first six years.

An I didn’t get no cake… an I didn’t get no party neither…But I turn 38 in 2001 so mark your calendar. (I bet that’s one thing you got good at.)

What did I get, you ask.

Lessee, mmmmm oh yeah! I got a couple of CD’s, an ooh! Ooh! That reminds me–you ain’t seen my stud-o-saurus yet.

He don’t walk softly but he do carry a big stick.

Where was I, oh yeah, the “loot.”

I got myself a couple of pairs of REAL GOOD sunglasses, a DVD, an a
headache.

You got me worried with talk of Bactrin and Pentantamine.

Is the prison doing this for prevention or did you come down with AIDS?

Did I mention Jake FINALLLLLLLLLY moved in, lock, stock, and porno?

I gave up but suu-prize, suu-prize, suu-prize.

Jake was in solitary for 8 months.

Eight months!

I hope they named a tile after him.

I guess I better work up an appetite by staring at food for a while.

Them pills my doc gives me don’t work so good.

I hate it when the present is the past and the future is now.

I guess what I mean is there ain’t no place to be when you’re being here now.

Got that?

Laters dude!

 

9c) Rob Goldstein 1992-2018

I found this on an old hard drive. The file is dated 1999 

 

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Pride 2018: The United States of Everyone

This Pride Month, 2018, let us speak of liberation

 

Photyograph of a sign at an anti-Trump Rally which reads an Injury to one is an Injury to all
An Injury to One is an Injury to All

I am a proud warrior for social justice.

I’ve been at it for most of my life.

I am not nostalgic for the gay and feminist movements
of the late 20th Century.

I see these movements as unfinished business.

The Civil Rights Movement is not over.

To paraphrase Hillary Clinton:

The civil rights of people of color are Human Rights

The civil rights of women are Human Rights

The civil rights of LGBTQ people are Human Rights.

The Civil Rights of Immigrants are Human Rights.

The right of equal access to schools, housing and medical care
are Human Rights.

We seek the liberation of all human beings from all forms
of bondage

This Pride Month, 2018,  let us speak of liberation.

Let us unite with people of good will regardless of race, creed, gender,
gender identity, sexuality, religion, and political affiliation; let us unite to
liberate ourselves from the stifling oppression of a corrupt and toxic patriarchy.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2018