Sunday, July 12, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 10 - Adventures in Googling

Forty-Two (Adventures in Googling)

Forty-two is an abundant number,
the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe and everything,
version one-point-six is the easiest way to convert a DVD into an AVI movie,
a bidding domino game,
scientific facts about the demise of forty-two have been largely exaggerated,
an Athenian software company,
Mr. Forty-Two Roads is back from his conference in Switzerland!
a fresh art gallery in Door County, Wisconsin,
another Apted film
a number in a George Bellows painting
forty-two pages in
(yes, I go that far)
I hit the goldmine:

Forty-Two new condos in the Old First Ward
Forty-two million iPods. Which is mine?
i am a forty-two year old female that had braces as a teen.

And there are forty-two reasons to stop this poem.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 9 - Beginnings

For tea to have a calming effect,
For teetotalers to quit their vice,
For thee to speaketh in a modern tongue,
One must have
Fortitude.

Friday, July 10, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 8 - 42 Down

42 Down

The answer to 42 Down eludes me
and 42 Across is a scientific term
and I was never any good at science.
So I circle backwards, looking
at all the clues,
the witty puns masquerading
as answers
and I am having no luck.
I am blind to knowledge
and it is a grid
mocking me
calling me ignorant
and I pull my hair.
Is this the beginning
Of the end?
Oh, if only I had known
the answer
to 42 Down.
If only.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 7 - $1814 Per Square Foot

$1814 Per Square Foot

I drove forty-two miles
to 635 West 42nd Street,
Unit 42-A.
Approximately 1042 square feet,
I would have to work forty-two lifetimes
to afford the mortgage
but oh, what a view!
The sunset alone would make me forget
I'm forty-two.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 6 - Shall I Rest on the Seventh Day?

Six days in and I look at all that I have created.
Shall I rest on the seventh day?

By the time that the Lord had toiled for six full days,
would it be a stretch to say
that forty-two just-born species
went extinct?

Another one vanished since you started reading this poem.
Nothing big like the albino rhino or the pink skink,
but perhaps, the forty-second generation
of a tapeworm
or a fruit fly
or some rare fish
no one has ever seen,
forty-two thousand leagues under the sea.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 5 - Haiku 42

Un(fort)unatel(y)
my waste is expanding, (two),
that's just how it is.

Monday, July 06, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 4 - Behind the (4x2)-Ball

I am trying to catch up but,
at forty-two,
I am not as fast
on my poetic feet.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 3 - An Acrostic

Fascination with one's age
outweighs any
reasonable attempt
to cling to
youth.
-
Tell me,
why do we have to get
old?

Saturday, July 04, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 2 - Forty-Two Facebook Friends

Forty-two Facebook friends will read this poem in the next forty-two hours.

Forty-two Facebook friends make me smile just by being back in my life.

Forty-two Facebook friends haven't made a peep since accepting my friend request.

Forty-two Facebook friends have seen me naked.

Forty-two Facebook friends are going to un-friend me after reading this poem, feeling somehow indirectly insulted.

Forty-two Facebook friends wouldn't recognize me if they passed me on the street.

Forty-two Facebook friends have never been to Forty-Second Street.

Forty-two Facebook friends use their children as their profile pictures.

Forty-two Facebook friends went to my 20th college reunion.

I have Forty-two Facebook friends in common with Forty-two Facebook friends, but that is all.

Forty-two Facebook friends have severe financial problems.

Forty-two Facebook friends are rich.

Forty-two Facebook friends are single.

Forty-two Facebook friends disappeared in 1989 but reemerged twenty years later.

Forty-two Facebook friends have tattoos.

Forty-two Facebook friends have come to New York and left without saying hello.

Forty-two Facebook friends gained weight.

Forty-two Facebook friends have grayed.

Forty-two Facebook friends are strangers I met on the street.

Forty-two Facebook friends are poets.

Forty-two Facebook friends accepted my friend request because we had Forty-two Facebook friends in common.

If I could convince Forty-two Facebook friends to each give me $42.00, I'd be on to something.

At some point in my life, I have been madly in love with Forty-two Facebook friends, but now I only love my wife.

Forty-two Facebook friends wonder what it would be like if it had worked out with me.

Forty-two Facebook friends are better off having gone their separate ways.

Forty-two Facebook friends probably think I'm being too hard on myself.

Forty-two Facebook friends have eight-four hands and four hundred and twenty toes.

Forty-two Facebook friends are admirable.

Forty-two Facebook friends are not.

I owe an apology to Forty-two Facebook friends for various wrong-doings over the years.

Forty-two Facebook friends would most likely forgive me.

Several of my Forty-two Facebook friends have poems written about them, but they don't know it.

When I make general statements about Forty-two Facebook friends, I speak with 42% accuracy, with a margin of error of 42%.

Forty-two Facebook friends wished me a happy birthday on my Facebook wall.

Forty-two Facebook friends did not.

Forty-two Facebook friends who I have never met in person are better friends than Forty-two Facebook friends who I have.

Forty-two Facebook friends think that last line was awkward.

Forty-two Facebook friends have had drinks with me.

Forty-two Facebook friends have not.

Forty-two Facebook friends have Forty-two Facebook friends have Forty-two Facebook friends, ad infinitum.

Forty-two Facebook friends wonder if this poem will ever end.

I tell Forty-two Facebook friends that it will, after forty-two lines.

Friday, July 03, 2009

42 Days of 42: Day 1 - Forty-Two Words for Forty-Two

In honor of my forty-second birthday, I will attempt to post for the next forty-two days, forty-two poems. These poems will have something to do with the number 42. I don't promise anything great, but if you like what you see, please stoke my ego and leave a comment.

Today begins the experiment.

If you're curious, you can see how I celebrated 41 on BillyBlog here.

And forty, here.

And away we go....

FORTY-TWO WORDS FOR FORTY-TWO

Twenty-one was
half a lifetime ago.
What will my life be like
at eighty-four?

The thought
harasses me
silently.

Birthdays
are like poems.
Great ones
are memorable.
But most are not.

Forty-two words
are two too few
and,
two too many,
too.

Thursday, July 02, 2009

BillyBlog Plays 52-Card Pick Up: The Ten of Diamonds

I found this card on 31st Street in Manhattan, between 6th and 7th Avenues, on the morning of June 1st. It only took me a month to post it.



The following cards have been found previously:

The Five of Spades (June 18, 2009)

The Eight of Spades (January 6, 2009)

The Eight of Diamonds (December 5, 2008)

The Two of Hearts and the Queen of Spades (November 1, 2008)

The King of Spades (October 26, 2008)

The Ace of Spades (September 22, 2008)

The Jack of Diamonds (September 18, 2008)

The Six of Hearts, Queen of Hearts, and Eight of Clubs (August 10, 2008)

The Six of Clubs (July 21, 2008)

The Seven of Hearts and The King of Diamonds (April 24, 2008)

The Three of Clubs (March 29, 2008)

The King of Hearts
and the Three of Spades
(February 28 and March 25, 2008)

The Ace of Diamonds (July 7, 2008)

The Jack of Hearts and Five of Hearts (July 19, 2008)

View the whole set here.

And here's the scorecard with the latest additions:

Hearts: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace
Diamonds: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace
Clubs: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace
Spades: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

BillyBlog, R.I.P?

I just noticed that I posted a whopping singular time in June. How sad.

As one might expect, Tattoosday has been my primary focus, although the importance of BillyBlog as a cultural bastion of useless information cannot be denied.

But here it is July.

And I have some living up to do.

Forty posts on my fortieth birthday in 2007.

Forty-one posts of forty-one consecutive days (and beyond) of riding my bike in 2008.

What of this July 3, when I turn 42?

Alas, I have an idea, but it is not nearly as ambitious as 2008, but is moreso than 2007. My only concern is whether I will be able to rise to the occasion.

Stay tuned and see.....

Thursday, June 18, 2009

BillyBlog Plays 52-Card Pick-Up: The Five of Spades

It has certainly been a while since I've found any cards, so it made sense that a return to my bike on May 24 allowed me to find the following card on the 65th Street Pier in Bay Ridge:



The following cards have been found previously:

The Eight of Spades (January 6, 2009)

The Eight of Diamonds (December 5, 2008)

The Two of Hearts and the Queen of Spades (November 1, 2008)

The King of Spades (October 26, 2008)

The Ace of Spades (September 22, 2008)

The Jack of Diamonds (September 18, 2008)

The Six of Hearts, Queen of Hearts, and Eight of Clubs (August 10, 2008)

The Six of Clubs (July 21, 2008)

The Seven of Hearts and The King of Diamonds (April 24, 2008)

The Three of Clubs (March 29, 2008)

The King of Hearts
and the Three of Spades
(February 28 and March 25, 2008)

The Ace of Diamonds (July 7, 2008)

The Jack of Hearts and Five of Hearts (July 19, 2008)

View the whole set here.

And here's the scorecard with the latest additions:

Hearts: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace
Diamonds: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace
Clubs: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace
Spades: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, J, Q, K, Ace

Monday, May 11, 2009

Train of Thought - Henri Poincare


"To doubt everything or to believe everything are two equally
convenient solutions; both dispense with the need for thought."

Henri Poincare (1854-1912) "Science and Hypothesis"

First spotted on the B16 bus, 86th Street, Brooklyn, May 11, 2009


Saturday, May 09, 2009

Craig Arnold, 1967-2009

I'm numb today after learning that the poet Craig Arnold, whose poem was featured last month on BillyBlog here, died just a few days after my posts, just a few days after we chatted via instant message on Facebook.

I certainly did not have the level of interaction with him that many of the other people in his life, I had only really known him for a short time. But his interest and eagerness to participate in the Tattooed Poets Project brought me closer to him, I can only imagine that the sadness I feel is intensified a hundred-fold by the people that really knew him. And I am torn:

I envy their memories of Craig, their experiences with him, all the wonderful recollections of good times, yet I am saddened not just by the loss of Craig, but the heartbreak I feel oozing through the various portals of the internet.

I contacted many poets in the months leading up to April. Some were too busy to respond, or just said "thanks, but no thanks". But Craig, in my book, someone with a great excuse not to help a fellow writer out, came through despite being halfway across the planet, working on what he loved until the very end.

My thoughts and prayers go out to Craig Arnold's friends and family.

I feel blessed to have had just a sliver of time with Craig, in the form of some messages, e-mails, a poem and two tattoos.

Embrace the memories, the words, the experiences. Embrace them and treasure them. They are what sustain us. They give us strength and hope. They make it possible to go on.

Thursday, May 07, 2009

New Train of Thought - Abraham Lincoln


"If we could know where we are and whither we are tending, we could
better judge what to do and how to do it"

---Abraham Lincoln (1809-1865), "House Divided" Speech, 1858

First spotted on the 2 train, Brooklyn-bound, May 7, 2009


Wednesday, May 06, 2009

Bookpeeping on the D Train

In my post-National Poetry Month haze, I did a little bookpeeping on
the subway this morning. For those of you not familiar with this
feature, it's just a list of books I see people reading at a moment in
time.

The Deadalus Book of French Horror: The 19th Century. (Being read by a
red-haired, be-spectacled, pony-tailed, wild-haired, bearded and
side-burned commuter)

Civil Rights and the Presidency by Hugh Graham.

Finishing Touches by Deanna Kizis

Box Ovens and Box Oven Cooking. Technically not a book, but an article
of undetermined origin that had been copied. The title was compelling.

Two people next to one another doing today's Sudoku in the New York Post.

2 Chinese-language newspapers.

The New York Daily News.

Interpreter of Maladies by Jhumpa Lahiri.

The New York Times.

Chad Kultgen's The Lie

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Sent from my mobile device

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Craig Arnold Needs Our Help

Craig Arnold, whose poem was featured just last Friday here, has gone missing on an isolated island in Japan.

He needs our help. The Japanese authorities are close to calling off the search, and we need to do what we can by contacting our elected officials in Washington to put pressure on the Japanese government to not give up on finding Craig.

There's more info here.

The Tattooed Poets Project, Day 30: Joy Harjo

Today's poem is from Joy Harjo:

Equinox
by Joy Harjo

I must keep from breaking into the story by force
for if I do I will find myself with a war club in my hand
and the smoke of grief staggering toward the sun,
your nation dead beside you.

I keep walking away though it has been an eternity
and from each drop of blood
springs up sons and daughters, trees,
a mountain of sorrows, of songs.

I tell you this from the dusk of a small city in the north
not far from the birthplace of cars and industry.
Geese are returning to mate and crocuses have
broken through the frozen earth.

Soon they will come for me and I will make my stand
before the jury of destiny. Yes, I will answer in the clatter
of the new world, I have broken my addiction to war
and desire. Yes, I will reply, I have buried the dead

and made songs of the blood, the marrow.

Joy Harjo
Joy Harjo was born in Tulsa, Oklahoma, in 1951. Her books of poetry include How We Became Human: New and Selected Poems (W.W. Norton & Co., 2002); A Map to the Next World: Poems (2000); The Woman Who Fell From the Sky (1994), which received the Oklahoma Book Arts Award; In Mad Love and War (1990), which received an American Book Award and the Delmore Schwartz Memorial Award; Secrets from the Center of the World (1989); She Had Some Horses (1983); and What Moon Drove Me to This? (1979). She also performs her poetry and plays saxophone with her band, Poetic Justice. Her many honors include The American Indian Distinguished Achievement in the Arts Award, the Josephine Miles Poetry Award, the Mountains and Plains Booksellers Award, the William Carlos Williams Award, and fellowships from the Arizona Commission on the Arts, the Witter Bynner Foundation, and the National Endowment for the Arts. She lives in Hawaii.

Thanks to Joy for participating in the Tattooed Poets Series! Check out one of her tattoos here.

Wrapping Up National Poetry Month

"Alas, I've done the uninkable"
-Paul Muldoon, February 3, 2009
That was Mr. Muldoon's response to my inquiry, in January, if he was tattooed. I've been wanting to include that somewhere this month, and finally found the spot. Thank you, Mr. Muldoon.

As I wrap up National Poetry Month here on Tattoosday and BillyBlog, it all seems a bit unreal. I spent a good quarter of the year, since mid-January, assembling the host of inked poets that have blessed us with their tattoos over the last month.

And there is more to come. There's a dozen or so poets who expressed interest, but never came through with photos. I continue to receive submissions from poets who have wanted to share, acknowledging that the deadline has passed.

I invite all of you who may have just been checking in on the poets' tattoos to return and visit often. Tattoosday is dedicated to presenting the most interesting tattoos it can find on the streets of New York. Note that I say "interesting," rather than "best". For, sometimes, a simple tattoo is anything but- the story beneath the layer of skin that the ink permeates is often more fascinating than the design itself. I want to thank everyone who helped contribute to the success of the Tattooed Poets Project.

First and foremost, Stacey Harwood at the Best American Poetry blog. Stacey was enthusiastic about the concept from the get-go, and her call for submissions on the BAP blog was a sign of legitimacy that I'm sure convinced many poets that the project was worthwhile and above-board. Her inclusion of Tattoosday on the BAP blog was a blessing, and the bit of html code that Stacey taught me will continue to be helpful in the future. I thank Stacey from the bottom of my heart.

Extended from that, I also thank other poets affiliated with the BAP blog: David Lehman, who has been series editor of The Best American Poetry since it's inception in 1988, BAP correspondents Moira Egan and Jill Alexander Essbaum for their support and participation, and Dorianne Laux who, although uninked, set me on a meandering path, introducing me to tattooed
poets who, in turn, introduced me to more tattooed poets, and so forth, and so on.

And of course, I thank all of you, the readers. In the blogosphere, no one can hear you scream and the worst fear of a blogger is that his or her voice goes unheard. Your comments, e-mails, submissions, and even your votes were truly appreciated.

April was our best month ever, in terms of traffic. As of this writing, we are on pace to eclipse the 25,000 hit mark for the month. I offer my thanks to everyone who has been kind enough to stop by.

Sincerely,


Bill Cohen

And now, the final tattooed poet for the month! Enjoy.....