October 22, 2010

a thousand notes



This is a collection of original fiction, nonfiction, poetry, videos and photographs I created after starting this blog as a practice in discipline. I wanted to describe something with images and words and, most importantly, do it every day.

I did just that for one thousand consecutive days from January 26, 2008, through October 21, 2010.

Yesterday, when I posted the one thousandth entry, it seemed like a good time to consider this piece of work complete. When Thoreau left Walden Pond after a little over two years, he said “Perhaps it seemed to me that I had several more lives to live, and could not spare any more time for that one.” I agree.

The entries are organized by genre including poetry, fiction, and journal entries, largely first person essays. And while every post carries an image, sometimes several images, a few posts feature only a photograph or video. If you are new to Pablo Notes, start by wandering through the Haiku Cutline...a photograph with its cutline in the format of a haiku...very quick reading.

Visit some of the locations or themes, such as San Francisco, Asheville, Bridge of Lions, horticulture or architecture. If you want to jump into a little Short Fiction, with The St. James.

I have been a journal keeper most of my life, and when I began Pablo Notes it was because I decided to take up journaling again, but instead of pen and paper, I used a blog, and instead of being personal in nature, I simply said something about something with words and pictures and, most importantly, I posted every day for a thousand days.

I hope you find a few you like, and  if you see an image or read a passage that brings a friend to mind that you’ll take a moment and share that entry with friend.

And as always, thanks for the read.

paul

October 21, 2010

a short route



he felt sanctified
just having past the doors,
so he did each day

October 20, 2010

anole zen



alert and watchful,
holding on and poised to leap,
an eye for the now

October 19, 2010

omnipresent past


when in an alley
it's possible to still see
well into the past

October 18, 2010

wrought delicate



though made of wrought iron
the shutterdogs’ delicate
nature does come through

October 17, 2010

invasive beauty



here on the island
fall’s colors come in flowers
instead of dead leaves

October 16, 2010

hanging garden



the balcony blooms
over the modest storefront
and bench now vacant

October 15, 2010

narrow street light



that bright late day light
sure can fill a narrow street
every single day

October 14, 2010

autumn bee



with each bee spotting
i wonder if it is the last
before the earth sleeps

October 13, 2010

a kennedy


me and bobby j
wore dark suits, white shirts, and talked
in nineteen eighty

October 12, 2010

a simple photograph


There is a photograph from the day of the murder.

Oddly enough the Sanders had arranged to have a photographer present after the church service to take a family portrait. Prior to the family members being posed, the photographer took a photograph of the house’s roof-line including the kitchen roof and the window of Lucy Liza. The family had hired not just a fine photographer, but one of the newly formed Southern Artists of the Fotographique.

The artistic photograph of the window and roof line was very likely taken while the killer was in the room with the girl and may have been taken at the moment of her killing. Even though it seems to be a very simple photograph, it has now become a valuable piece of evidence in a murder trial as well as a valuable artifact for several auction houses.

October 11, 2010

sense of place


one knows when one sees
a place that is like no other
a space that's holy


Our Lady of Covadonga

October 10, 2010

curtains drawn


the curtains were gauze,
but in the near high noon sun
they were near opaque

October 9, 2010

trawler ghosts

...like cave drawings, faded images depict a near vanished breed, now seldom sighted, now or never forgotten...







October 8, 2010

facing east


looking towards the dawn
he saw he's be last in line
if the rapture came

October 7, 2010

the convent door


sunset sunlight waxes
the bold door so that it shines
and makes lace shadows

October 6, 2010

and a mockingbird sang....



near the convent's gate
the mockingbird sang and sang,
paused, then sang again

October 5, 2010

season start


like climbing from bed
the woodpile's covers gets tossed
at autumn's first chill


October 4, 2010

across the street



charlotte street's bordered
by a very bright brick wall
and a tree with leaves

October 3, 2010

a haunting


late each afternoon
Vic hear his father's last words,
"just finish the wall"