JF Mingione: writings

I'm not sure what's in this box but I really don't know what's outside it either this relationship seems necessary for not to have a box would be nothingness So, if the box exists, it has an outside dimension which can be perceived as such (how else would we know there is a box?) Thus the... Sign in to see full entry.

Clatter these pots and pans preparing the artist’s escape route Clang their lids till the pottery shatters its secrets within the volcano Leap into the belly of the lamb while drinking the blood of the Revolution Resurrect this vision from dust that we are only to be what we might become Sign in to see full entry.

Even if we were all naked, we wouldn’t have secrets? So, I just thought I’d tell you some of mine, because I like to share my experiences and give people advise--and I’ve been thinking a lot about how to wear love. Now, for myself, I found I liked wearing love as a glove, because I liked the fit,... Sign in to see full entry.

When the Theater of the Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink Bebop Betty was getting her act together before she put it on the road, while Lionel Hampton was in the saxophone section paying Stardust with his toes When the Theater of the Mind exploded and the pen ran out of ink Anias Nin was... Sign in to see full entry.

IF I DIDN’T HAVE A NAME FOR MYSELF HOW WOULD I KNOW WHO I AM…HUMMN? SO WHICH COMES FIRST, THE CASTLE OR THE EGG? AND IF I DIDN’T KNOW WHERE I WAS I’D STILL NEED A NAME FOR THAT JUST TO KNOW I WAS THERE BECAUSE IF I WERE NEVER THERE I WOULDN’T NEED A NAME FOR THAT WHICH BRINGS ME TO THIS, MY... Sign in to see full entry.

What’s that? I sing when I’m happy and cry when I’m not. But when I think of Cantos, I think I’m reading Ezra Pound, again. This is the kid from Missouri, who in the late 1930’s goes to Mussolini’s Italy and embraces fascism, claiming it is the source and end what he’s been looking for. Six years... Sign in to see full entry.

If I ever got serious I’d cry in my shoes Just as long they were empty And my feet didn’t know about it So here they are, all three pair (with the slippers) Strewn about in a random design my feet made when They kicked them off seeking their freedom just so the toes can wriggle So, here I am in... Sign in to see full entry.

Not that my laundry is actually erotic, because it doesn’t know about that yet. Just thought I’d impose my own ideas upon it upon it because I had nothing else to do. (Hey, it’s just laundry). And why would I go to the Laundromat and pay a machine for me to wait around when I can be having fun doing... Sign in to see full entry.

This is an edited re-post from 11/07. I got one comment, then. Seems a lone reader got lost in the piece., and we are still trying to find her. So, this time, I thought a preface after the fact might be in order. Have you ever re-arrived home in Blue October, the rain pouring down, two traffic jams,... Sign in to see full entry.

Polka-dot Annie goes to the Moon singing with her earphones on, and chewing gum. But she misses her connection, and goes into another orbit, landing on an alternative Moon. She gets out of her space capsule wearing her polka dot cotton dress holding her worn suitcase and wearing her new hat with the... Sign in to see full entry.