This is my nineth or tenth news letter and I hope you all are enjoying the letters. If you are, please send me a note or letter to my address:
Spoon Jackson
B-92377 #A2-203L
box 8501 PUSP
Coalinga, CA 93210
I will respond to any letters. Let me know what you think of the web site. A poem, a thought or any of my prose.The weather here has been one hundred degrees or more going on for two weeks now, and that is fine with me, being from the desert.
Still waiting to get my play and book edited and typed up and still waiting to get the poetry book Judith and I made published. We still don’t have any funding. I am not working on anything right now, just drawing a lot and working on a poem or two. Perhaps one day my drawings will be worthy enough to show and share with people.
My birthday is coming up this month. So happy birthday to all you Leo’s out there. Keep your mane and fur clean, and your spirits and souls opened to growth and also keep you teeth and clows ready to defend realness anywhere on the planet and for any being plant, animal and human! Defend love, peace and realness. But not by violence or turning the other cheek, but with truth, realness and love.
My sholder is better so I am able to do dips again. Which I miss doing. Still trying to get in jogging three days a week. I have books and plays waiting to be edited. Hope fully soon projects will start moving.
WRITING CLASS
We have for the last couple of weeks been meeting in work out area under 100 degree heat and doing the poetry class and reading and working on Haiku-poetry and discussing some world event. The class is progressing well and the two members are sending their work out to magazines.
BIRD STUFF
The ravens have finally moved away from the light poles and I don’t see them any more but I am sure the pair is fine. Ravens are very resourceful and smart. I hope they finally did lay a bath of eggs.
Still feeding the little baby bird bush. Some of them are teenager birds now. The sparrows particulary the male ones are getting the colors. Along with the Brewer black birds and brown headed cow birds. I have started to draw birds and I think the birds spirits are helping me because some of the drawings are coming out cool.
DAILY EVENT
Reading Pablo Neruda poetry is grand although it´s translated into English. I wonder – I long to read it in Spanish, it’s native tounge. I am sure he would remind me of Langston Huges. Simple, powerful, spiritual language with real meaning.
Reading a line once is not enough. While further down the poem you glance up and catch a line you had just read in an earlier stanza that calls you back.
Both Neruda and Hughes are revolutionary poets – pit bulls that bite with love and realness even when speaking against fascism and racism. Simple words which reguire simple slow reading by any one who savor poetry that can make you wholefully, soulfully drunk from an old bottle of wine.
When dead
where do memories go
without memories
is there a past, present
or future?
How do you know?
The poet
she loved him
for a little while
until she found out.
He was human
Judith and Kate
standing on the beach
feet buried in sands.
I wonder how it feels,
the air, the wet, the sands.
Sometimes like today
I think I can write anything.
Sometimes like tomorrow
I think I can write nothing –
be nothing – do nothing
STORY OPENING
The rain tapped a rap beat on the roof and the windows rattled from marble sized rain drops. The sky, the night was double dark where even owls strained to see.
The figure passed within five feet of the window but Wanda looking out of the window could not tell wether it was moon or beast.
And if fear had a color it would be bright orange…
copyright©2003 by Spoon Jackson
CLOSING THOUGHTS
Thank you for coming to this website, keeping realness and love flowing! I hope you who ordered videos get them soon. If anyone has sent me a message to website I have not recieved them yet. When I do, I’ll answer them for sure. Forgive any delays.
May the light of a billion butterflies float in your hearts! May joy and love blossom like an untouched forest in your souls. Keep glowing and growing! Keep sharing realness, peace and love! Head up, walk in your own shoes! I feel you!
Stay real
Spoon
