the times they are a-changin'

In the collection of prose poems Backscatter: New and Selected Poems, John Olson transcribes his words in a style similar to that of a person having a conversation, a conversation rich in vocabulary and vivid language. Olson writes with enthusiasm and delight, about subjects few individuals would suppose to touch on like Mercury and My Favorite Gland where he writes, “It tastes like sunlight.” His technique does remind me a little of the great pop culturist Andy Warhol and is reminiscent of the writer Kenny Goldsmith. Backscatter is an odd assemblage of poetry, or rather eclectic collection; John Olson is a talented poet who, with great ease and creativity, transforms everyday life into works of art, and here is my attempt at shadowing him:

Color Wheel: After John Olson
Unlocking doors with a wand is freedom as brilliant hues fly through your hands bursting silhouettes as passages welcome you to heaven shy but a bit curious. Is releasing passion nervous and inexperienced away from scrutiny and criticism is retouching delicate outlines on your loves body songs brushing her to sway her head arms and legs her eyes blue and dreamy as you layer more color in, deep rich shades of paint. Is laughter brushing you to dance blended on carpet and rugs brushing the mood to blend through your body stirring with songs and harmony. Your breath stained in the air.

Evaporation: After John Olson
Drip like a faucet; plop, wash, sing, swim. An aimless rhythm or a concert from my sink? Raindrops, flips, pitter-pattering against rooftops; a pulsing dance conducted by Mother Nature. Dripping wet with sweat. Salty skin, saltine crackers soaking into my chicken noodle soup. Seeping, weeping blood flowing down my finger as Sleeping Beauty flashes in my brain. Cold water dripping from my hair or warm droplets running down my cheeks. Trickles of hot candle wax making a gummy puddle, red, like the color of fire, like the heat of my soul. Blistering saturation of oil splattering on my skin, popping off like evil in my head – angry, burning thoughts of him. A little time is all it takes. Drip, drip, drip and he’s gone.

video game*

oh my gosh...getting this video to upload was SO complicated. i'm exasperated...right there, yes, there, that is my face*

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baby sounds*

kids are cute. babies are even cuter. all the gurgly sounds, the coos and squeals...i can't help but try and get them to make noise because frankly, it's funny. i wondered what i should do for the audio prompt, and then realized that recording 30 seconds of sounds the baby i watch makes would be perfect. it wasn't as easy as i thought it would be, mainly because every time i pressed record, he was quiet, then when the recording was off, he would start the baby-talk; it was bad timing, we just weren't on the same page! frustrating, yes, but i knew if i kept at it, i was bound to catch something on my recorder. finally i got it, a little clip of him playing his xylophone...a classic toy eliciting classic sounds. i should have video taped him, it was pretty cute to watch. he hits that thing so dang hard, it's like he can hardly contain the excitement of holding a little wooden wand and slamming it down on the pretty and colorful keys. sometimes, when he's really excited, he shakes. silly baby :)
here is the link to my audio clip:
http://www.supload.com/sound_confirm.php?get=91761043.wav

just three days after i took this sound clip, my girlfriend sent me a sound clip of her daughter laughing, which is probably the cutest thing i've ever heard: kai is cracking up over the grinch's butt and big belly...she's watching the jim carey version, which is pretty funny if you haven't seen it. enjoy*
http://www.supload.com/sound_confirm.php?get=94047906.wav