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Mar 26
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Hey Stranger,

When Soren was in Florida, he says, painting his brother’s house, there were two days of torrential rain. He couldn’t paint the outside, and the inside was done. He spent the time on his back, on the planks of the porch, staring at the oranges that littered the ground of the neighbor’s yard.

One afternoon he fell asleep and was awoken by shouts from the adjacent house. The third floor window was lit, he could see, and he watched the shadows behind it-the man’s voice was shaking the panes. Soren stood up and walked over through the rain. He stood under the eve of their house to listen and was getting angry over what he heard when the window opened. Possessions flew through the rain and landed on his brother’s house, on the ground at Soren’s feet, and some, he says he imagined, kept on, climbing the raindrops to reconvene in a chester drawer, or closet, or desk, or box under the bed among the rolling clouds.

In the morning he found an old record stuck in the mud. The label was worn off.

He says he loves the song; and we’ve been listening to it all afternoon. He’s here now, dictating this letter to you. I know you won’t be bothered, but you know how he can be, and he needs to know who sings it, who wrote it, and what year.

Write back,

PM Rogers

[Copyright © PM Rogers, 2011]

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Mar 25
Advisory: We are leaving the grid momentarily for your safety. This will give you time to prepare. If currently in an elevator, we apologize in advance. If in a car, stop and climb a tree. If on the sidewalk-hold your hat up and wave to frantic one climbing tree.

Advisory: We are leaving the grid momentarily for your safety. This will give you time to prepare. If currently in an elevator, we apologize in advance. If in a car, stop and climb a tree. If on the sidewalk-hold your hat up and wave to frantic one climbing tree.

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Mar 22
In the tent at the artisan fair Lucille asked, “And I can return this? If I change my mind?”
“No,” said the vendor, “I don’t live here. All sales are final.”
She was inspecting the stone, turning it over, holding it in one hand  and then in the other up to the light. I was watching the shadows of  the willow tree leaves, moving with the wind. I could feel his eyes on  me, as if I was in charge and should move this along, but I stayed with  the leaves, with the shadows, with the light and the willow.
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In the tent at the artisan fair Lucille asked, “And I can return this? If I change my mind?”

“No,” said the vendor, “I don’t live here. All sales are final.”

She was inspecting the stone, turning it over, holding it in one hand and then in the other up to the light. I was watching the shadows of the willow tree leaves, moving with the wind. I could feel his eyes on me, as if I was in charge and should move this along, but I stayed with the leaves, with the shadows, with the light and the willow.

Copyright © PM Rogers, 2011

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Anonymous asked: where does Paper Starlings come from?

                                           

Dear Anonymous,

The title, or concept, PAPER STARLINGS, originated in a story titled “The Prologue.” [Found here: The Prologue ]

Affectionately Yours,

PM Rogers

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Mar 21

Spoken like a true Gemini or perhaps it is due to Native American descent.

You are indeed talented sir!

                               

Dear Erin,

Thank you for submitting. Not everyone is aware, I imagine, how to submit; and that is a sad state of affairs in my self-interested opinion.

Intrigued now:

\  What is it that was “spoken like a true Gemini”? Are you implying an inherent creative ability, or a duplicitous nature?

\  That which “is due to Native American Descent”… are you referring to the dreams/visions, auto-writing, or a part of the conversation I lost with sleep?

Well… back to the work.

Sleep well,

PM Rogers

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Mar 20

rachblog asked: Lichen Illuminated reminded me of Ginsberg. And I'm a fan of both. I thought that was already self-evident :)

                                                                        

Rachel,

I may have to read more Ginsberg before I agree with the comparison in total, but I see in “Lichen Illuminated” a similarity to “Howl” [maybe]:

“whole intellects disgorged in total recall
for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes,
meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving
a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall”

“in Newark’s bleak furnished room, who wandered around
and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering
where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,”

“because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho
seeking visionary indian angels
who were visionary indian angels,
who thought they were only mad”

“who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz
or sex or soup”

-Excerpts from Howl, by Allen Ginsberg

\ As a side note [What is your opinion of Mr. Ginsberg? Your professional opinion, of course].

Well… I am pleased to have a lover of literature, such as yourself, as a reader.

Sincerely,

PM Rogers

                                           

For the uninitiated: Lichen Illuminated

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Mar 19

Anonymous asked: I have been reading your blog here and there for a while. I was wondering if you have any published books on Amazon to purchase? Also, I detect morsels of Steinbeck in some of your stories. Are you a fan of his?

                                                                                           

Dear Anonymous,

I had not heard from you in some time and had begun to worry that you had lost your anonymity! Thank God that is not the case! There is nothing more horrific than living in a world without anonymity like the rest of us poor bastards!

I tell you anon, in all sincerity, that there is a world of appearances out here that is to be avoided at all costs! Once they associate your name with your face, they chirp about like little awkward birds when you walk inside. Hearing the din, you walk back outside and look up, but they are all still and silent, mimicking pine cones! You pretend not to see them, nor all the bird crap on your beloved lawn chair, and go back inside… but this time you crack the window. I tell you dear anon, it is a hell of a way to live!

Well… suffice to say I am pleased you are well.

All that aside:

\ No, there are no books of mine on that site; but you may find one at your local bookstore, where I covertly pushed it in between authors I respect. It is hardbound, black, and white chalk was used to adorn the cover.

\ “Morsels” is an odd way to put it… Yes, Steinbeck is an influence, as is every writer I ever read that was worth a damn… And thank you for bringing him up-I have neglected to post any quotes from his work. Expect a quote from “East of Eden” that a friend showed me before I had read it.

As always dear anonymous,

Sir Starling

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rachblog asked: Your writing reminds me of Ginsberg. I'm a huge fan.

                                                                   

Dear Rachel,

Thank you for the comparison… I am curious-tell me-where in my work did this thought occur? And, you are a “huge fan” of Ginsberg or moi?

Thanks for the compliment,

Sir Starling

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Mar 17

Lichen Illuminated

Goodnight dream-willed, bright draught,
lonely chaps, who grab the woman
by her elbow left and forearm right,
impeding her way; and because she
did not slap you I refrain from calling her “lady.”

Forgive me sir, for the gentle shove I gave you, as I am too in my way.

You gentle chaps with horrid ways,
you black bloods, boot huggers, crude poets,
vagabond angels, bird eaters, tea feelers, fear figures,
dream coders, wonder worms, and those of you on eternal siesta
that drink to the death of our St. Patrick who brought the blood to the forest dim—
a slanting board of light that whiles around the drunks till even the lichen is illuminated.

Forgive me sirs, for the gentle shove I gave, as I am too in my way.

   Copyright © PM Rogers, 2011

   [Published in the 2011 issue of The Inkling]

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Mar 14
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Guess who…

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   I wrote the title “The Lake” on the first page of a story that finished itself two hours later. Two hours after that I was sitting at my typewriter out on a porch in the sun, with tears running off the tip of my nose, and the hair on my neck standing up.
   Why the arousal of hair and the dripping nose?
   I realized I had at last written a really fine story. The first, in ten years of writing.

-Zen in the Art of Writing, by Ray Bradbury

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Goodnight AmbrosiaHe stole the firebecause his peoplewere cold and desired to read bedtime stories.  He grabbed it, ran while they were toasting his climb—their heads tilted back, throats exposed, gulping ambrosia.We lifted our headsfrom the pages and watched him leaping down the side of the mountain—at times a man flying—in the dusk of evening.You said, “He should slow or it will will out.”When the glow was gone we set down our booksand held in the hammock by the fissure in the rockand warmed by the steam we talked in the dark about our reading.We composed.We each had a monologue.You fell asleep during mine.
   Copyright © PM Rogers, 2011
   [Published in the 2011 issue of The Inkling]

[Image: “Prometheus Bound” by Scott Eaton]

                                                            

Goodnight Ambrosia

He stole the fire
because his people
were cold and desired to read bedtime stories. 
He grabbed it, ran while they were toasting his climb—
their heads tilted back, throats exposed, gulping ambrosia.

We lifted our heads
from the pages and watched
him leaping down the side of the mountain—
at times a man flying—in the dusk of evening.

You said, “He should slow or it will will out.”

When the glow was gone we set down our books
and held in the hammock by the fissure in the rock
and warmed by the steam we talked in the dark about our reading.

We composed.

We each had a monologue.

You fell asleep during mine.

   Copyright © PM Rogers, 2011

   [Published in the 2011 issue of The Inkling]

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   Today K. no longer thought of shame; the petition had to be written. If he couldn’t find time for it at the office, which was quite likely, he would have to do it nights at home. And if the nights weren’t sufficient, he would have to take a leave of absence. Anything but stop halfway, that was the most senseless course of all, not only in business, but anywhere, at any time. Admittedly, the petition meant an almost endless task. One needn’t be particularly faint of heart to be easily persuaded of the impossibility of ever finishing the petition. Not because of laziness or deceit, the only things that kept the lawyer from finishing, but because without knowing the nature of the charge and all its possible ramifications, his entire life, down to the smallest actions and events, would have to be called to mind, described, and examined from all sides. And what a sad job that was.

-The Trial, by Franz Kafka

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Jesus said, “It is I who am the light which is above them all. It is I who am the all. From me did the all come forth, and unto me did the all extend. Split a piece of wood, and I am there. Lift up the stone, and you will find me there.”

-Lost Scriptures, “The Coptic Gospel of Thomas,” edited by Bart D. Ehrman

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