What matters on any level of human engagement is underscored by this 5,000 to 6,000 year old embrace. As these bones bear witness so do we. Art, in all its forms, is a sacred embrace. Our ancestors speak from the grave even as we go to the mountain. The living stones cry out even as I weep to get hold of. As my days are various, I choose to count my blessings, I choose beauty, I choose wonder.

Happy Holidays

New audio at Frank's Home

Hi, everyone. The reading at Stone Avenue Gallery came off well. It was a blast reading with my friend, David Gitin. We hadn't read together in sixteen years!

My son, David, took up my usual post at area readings and sat in as audio technician. Thanks, David!

I've posted the audio of my reading, Heart Shaped Blossoms, to my web site if you care to give a listen.

Cheers...

Hear Ye, Hear Ye!

Poets

David Gitin

&

Frank Parker

October 27

7 pm

Stone Ave. Gallery

2007 N. Stone Avenue.

Tucson, Arizona
Admission $5; Students $3

Rothenberg/Meltzer reading brilliant

Michael Rothenberg and David Meltzer's reading was brilliant. Michael stood on each word, enunciating the rhythm of each line like he was pushing off a diving board, whipping up the shape of his poems with his hands and mouth. It really was splendid. David Meltzer had the audience in the palm of his hand as if he were Santa Claus in A Christmas Carol. His rosy cheeks blew out song that sparkled like his eyes. He was far more animated than his frail frame led to believe. I can say his poetry danced. Last night was one of those magical moments when verse split the veil and spirit spread out like fireworks. Left everyone breathless.

(Michael Rothenberg and David Meltzer read last night at the historic Z-Mansion in Tucson, Arizona)

Poetry reading!

Poets

David Gitin

&

Frank Parker

October 27

7 pm

Stone Ave. Gallery

2007 N. Stone Avenue.

Tucson, Arizona
Admission $5; Students $3

The wisdom of Ornette

"They weren't playing movements, they were playing changes. I was playing ideas, changes and non-transposed notes."

"I didn't know that you had to learn to play, I thought you had to play to play. And I still think that.

"If I have found a way to share what I do, to inspire people to go even further than what I don't know yet - that idea is the most supreme form of expression in culture."

- Ornette Coleman

Carmen

Almost out of the sky, half of the moon
It makes a cross of mourning between my eyes
Oh to follow the road that leads away from everything

Your breast is enough for my heart
I have said that you sang in the wind
You gather things to you like an old road

I have gone marking the atlas of your body
Stories to tell you on the shore of evening
I who live in a harbor between the lips and the voice