| FOLLY |
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| FOLLY was first published (electronically) in June 2006. We attempt to highlight the uniqueness and strengths of each artist, set of ideas and organization presented. Thank you to contributors for generously participating and providing material, advice and assistance. |
| Kevin Salemme |
| Judy Dater (c) Judy Dater 2008 |
| Herpetology Fog-sensed, Non-tressed, Slick-skinned, Toe-jammed, Sticky-lipped, Tongue-pitched, Eyes quelled, Throat swelled, Gut-blessed, Fly less-ed, Un-swamped, De-twitched, Hamstrung, Delish! Candy Shue |
| Elina Merenmies |
| Tom Lieber (c) Tom Lieber 2008. Images courtesy of Hackett-Freedman Gallery, San Francisco. Photos by HOCASSO/J.W.White. |
| "Philosophy and Style, or Who's Afraid of Beautiful Beasts?" by Iskra Fileva "Realism and the Riddle of Style" by Catharine Abell "Production Theories and Artistic Value" by David E. W. Fenner "Animal Aesthetics" by Wolfgang Welsch "General Semantics in To Kill a Mockingbird" by Annie Kasper "Aesthetics and Ethics: The State of the Art" by Jeffrey Dean "In Defense of Beauty" by Ruth Lorand "Interdisciplinary Aesthetics" by Ivan Gaskell |
| Martin Luther King's Acceptance Speech, on the Occasion of the Award of the Nobel Peace Prize in Oslo, December 10, 1964. |
| My Mother’s Hands My mother’s hands were swollen puffy toward the end, and shiny, pulled and stretched from the alcohol. Puffy towards the end, and shiny, would they pop if punctured from the alcohol? And her taut swollen limbs, would they pop if punctured? She would not pop but lie frozen, her taut swollen limbs floating on the bed like tree trunks. She would not pop but lie frozen she was dead to me floating on the bed like tree trunks, gliding down the stairs quietly, she was dead to me, moving into me like mud or milky clay. Gliding down the stairs quietly not from grace but lack of substance. Moving into me like mud or milky clay, not from attachment, not from desire, not from grace but lack of substance her soul erased, needing fuel for fire. Not from attachment, not from desire but from primitive greed, things she required, her soul erased, needing fuel for fire. Only a steady voice quiets her from primitive greed, things she requires. Inside of me she rumbles and rolls only a steady voice quiets her not my anger, lacking control. Inside of me she rumbles and rolls unable to breath, comforted not by my anger, lacking control but by something I told her, something I did. Unable to breath, comforted, pulled and stretched, by something I told her, something I did. My mother’s hands, swollen. Sally Hand |
Stag in the Garden
Ann Silsbee’s dead. The poet used to walk
The lake’s edge, finding curious, shiny pebbles.
I don’t mean unimportant, but that she learned
That there are many choices, was a good finder.
She wrote of a family soup so favored it stood
For character: garlic and thyme against winter.
One night she stood with her husband watching
A buck pause in the twilight of her yard
In rutting season, dangerous slender rack
Like music following two bolts of lightning.
It paused, alerted. The lovers stood as still,
The husband’s hand gone lightly to her waist.
Beauty and hunger, beauty and hunger: dense
In all directions, glistening to be found.
Paul Hamill
Ann Silsbee’s dead. The poet used to walk
The lake’s edge, finding curious, shiny pebbles.
I don’t mean unimportant, but that she learned
That there are many choices, was a good finder.
She wrote of a family soup so favored it stood
For character: garlic and thyme against winter.
One night she stood with her husband watching
A buck pause in the twilight of her yard
In rutting season, dangerous slender rack
Like music following two bolts of lightning.
It paused, alerted. The lovers stood as still,
The husband’s hand gone lightly to her waist.
Beauty and hunger, beauty and hunger: dense
In all directions, glistening to be found.
Paul Hamill
Elizabeth Colton
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Rene DeGuzman
Kavita Ramdas
Leonard Shlain
Mark Kozelek
Diana Burgoyne
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Television life
The day narrows @
the end until
everything finally fits through
a 21-inch screen but
after
years of
squinting you come to realize that’s not
enough either so you go
& get yourself a wall-sized flat-screen HDTV
from
Circuit City for to amplify the romance
& adventure so it’s finally big enough to
crowd out
all those undone deeds
& unstill fears
Now w/
the new set installed
& the threat removed you
& your family
& co-workers can all rest assured nobody’s
wild heart will break out
& rampage over hell’s half-acre
hungry
& vengeful
& free
David Livingstone Fore
The day narrows @
the end until
everything finally fits through
a 21-inch screen but
after
years of
squinting you come to realize that’s not
enough either so you go
& get yourself a wall-sized flat-screen HDTV
from
Circuit City for to amplify the romance
& adventure so it’s finally big enough to
crowd out
all those undone deeds
& unstill fears
Now w/
the new set installed
& the threat removed you
& your family
& co-workers can all rest assured nobody’s
wild heart will break out
& rampage over hell’s half-acre
hungry
& vengeful
& free
David Livingstone Fore
