Monday, October 30, 2017

Haiku: Fall 2017


Ukiah Haiku:
      majestic beauty demands
our quiet worship
~~

Encouraging grass
      to grow stronger does not work
by shouting at weeds.
~~

30 miles from the ocean
     the fog still finds me;
memories damp and cold.
~~

  dreams
     as poems
forever                       floating
~~


The List

#3) make a poem
      using the word ‘imperial’.
check.
~~

Fall moon rises 
     to appreciate 
you
~~

Hidden symphony
     in a neighborhood tree. . . 
the dog signs his review.
~~

the kitchen window . . .
     outside, Fall leaves slowly turn;
inside, restless chores.
~~

computers
     connecting the planet . . .
pictures of dinner.
~~

It took a while
     but you can't hurt me anymore. . .
please stop trying
~~

pressure
     from years of neglect . . .
three middle shirt buttons
~~

Perfectly still
     guarding the moon rise:
dragon cloud.
~~

Your startled look
     leaving my dream:
the alarm.
~~

. . . and just like that
I thought of Harry Dean Stanton:
I was drunk; it made sense.
~~

Thirty thousand feet,
     three seats, four arm rests, six arms;
“Sit back and relax!”

Las Vegas to Oakland, October 2017
~~

cleared for departure
your hug
  my carry-on 

for Kelly, October 2017
~~

The traveler surprised 
     by midnight thunder. . .
Texas sleeps.

Aubrey, Texas, October 2017
~~

 I will not be
 the cause
of your cause.
~~

     She’s almost perfect:
     toilet paper rolls
under instead of over.
~~

  a benevolent king
     in a former life . . .
many princesses, no queen.

Alviso, October 2017
~~

Warm vacuum tubes,
     Princeton Reverb . . .
Smells Like Teen Spirit, 1965
~~

Truth:
 one news source
  no longer enough


Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press  October 2017


A Quiet Moment


quiet moment 
  staring at a 
     screen

  waiting for words 
to describe people 
    forfeiting

 quiet moments
   staring at a 
     screen.


Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press   October 2017

Persona


It takes every ounce 
 of mental strength
       to project
           the 
         unreal 
           you



Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press   September 2017

Today is The Perfect Day


Today 
  is a perfect day
    to take off your watch
      put away your phone 
        and start measuring your life 

           in moments 
           not minutes

       in memories
       not money

   in what you’ve touched
   not what you missed

 in the joy of your blessings
 not the pain of your trials

Today
is a perfect day.



Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press   September 2017

Weekend Gig Notes: September 2017


Weekend Gig Notes, #1: Coming into The City from my gig in Marin county via the Golden Gate Bridge, I immediately rolled down the windows and let the returning fog into the car so I could tell it how much I missed it. It didn't have its usual zing - probably too tired from dealing with the heat wave like everyone else - but it was still a treat. We shared a laugh as I deliberately drove over the ball caps that the fog had smacked off the heads of tourists and landed them in the roadway (the hats, not the tourists).

When I got to the toll booth I learned that I was to pay $7.75 for the privilege of coming home. Apparently I was in such a state of bliss in my momentary relief from the heatwave that I didn't find the “I've lived here all my fucking life so I get a break on the toll” lane. 

So, just curious: automate the toll taking process with cameras and computers, and the toll price goes up? Perhaps we could keep toll prices lower for residents and natives by charging tourists an extra premium for a “fog-less photo-op crossing” toll.

Just a thought.

-KO


Weekend Gig Notes, #2 (While The Cats Away…): at last night's Seducers gig at Bird and Beckett, band leader and pedal steel master Joe Goldmark was absent on a well deserved vacation, so Mitch Polzak, Hank Maninger, and I carried on in his absence. Mitch and Hank do many trio shows of their own leading some of the finest musicians in the Bay Area, so there was plenty of material to choose from to put on a great show, which they did easily.

Though I'd guess I know somewhere around 75% of their material, it quickly became apparent that Mitch and Hank have been trying out some new tunes and ‘extended arrangements’ in their trio work; things that may not necessarily work for a more traditional quartet like The Seducers. But being well versed as a “substitute drummer” whose main task is to “follow the leader(s)”, I was surprised but game for the challenge. 

Billed as a night of “country honky tonk music”, I am fairly confident most bands playing country music aren't doing 8 minute versions of country classics with multiple time signatures and extended solos. Of course, Mitch and Hank did their great versions of standard country classics, but it sure was fun dropping into fourth gear and seeing if you could make the turn!

At the end of the night, Hank looked at me and said “Mitch Mitchell plays country!” I don't remember if I ever told Hank that Mitch Mitchell, drummer for Jimi Hendrix, was my biggest influence when learning how to play, but it was the best compliment he could have given me (assuming it was a compliment!). We all laughed and I responded with “Chris Squire plays country!” (Chris was the bass player for the progressive rock group “Yes”). We shared another laugh when we remembered how we “lost the 1” a few times but kept on going until we got it back, which served as proof that we were creating something on the spot; not the usual approach for a “country band”. 

Of course, we all missed Joe and his wonderful playing that makes a Seducers show special, but a good time was had by all as the country band stretched out.

(Don't worry Joe, everyone stayed until the end of the show, and no one asked for their money back.)


-KO

Shout

(What If . . .)

What if they held 
a hate rally
and no one cared?

What if they held 
a hate rally
and everyone else 

made it a point
to go to the beach
and have a wonderful day
just like any other Saturday 

picnicking in the sun 
playing in the waves
with their families 
and loved ones

and make new friends
of different persuasions 
and ask them 
to tell their stories

of how they got 
to where they are
and the troubles they are facing
and if they need any help.


Shouting down hate
does not promote love.


Ken Owen
Van Niddy Press   August 2017

Random Travel Notes: August 2017


Random Travel Notes, #1: put down the phone, people watch, make eye contact, smile; it totally creeps most people out. As long as they don't call Security, you're doing it right. 

-KO


Random Travel Notes, #2: Went to the local Von’s (Safeway) to get dinner, and got to the checkout counter with a grass-fed (uh-huh) ribeye steak, a bottle of Makers Mark, and a bottle of speciality microbrew. The following conversation then ensued between myself, the young checkout clerk, the bagger, and the lady behind me:

Clerk: Cool, dude; looks like you got everything you need! (smiles)
Me: I am a man of simple pleasures. (smiles)
Bagger: (guffaws, bobs his head, and snorts in the affirmative)
Lady Next in Line: Please tell me there'll be a side dish or salad, at least.
Me and The Clerk: (exchange of puzzled looks and mumbled half-sentences)
Lady Next in Line: (head bobble side-to-side in the negative)
Elderly Man Shopper next to Lady Next in Line: a wink and a clandestine thumbs-up

I love L.A.

-KO 


Random Travel Notes, #3: short conversation while at dinner at Vic and Anthony's Steakhouse, Las Vegas, Nevada:

Elderly, coiffed, and obviously rich gentleman leaving the restaurant by himself while walking past my table: “If one must eat alone, one should do it at Vic and Anthony’s.”

Ken, snapped back to reality from a food induced dream-state and a mouth full of lobster: “Um…oh…yes! Indeed! 

Elderly Gent: “Have you tried the quail egg appetizers? They're excellent.”

Ken, chewing rapidly while trying to act dignified (and failing): “Oh, uh, no, next time!”

I raised my martini glass in his direction, he nodded in the affirmative as he left, and it was then I remembered that if you dress nice, carry yourself well, and keep your mouth mostly shut, no one need know that your just renting the penthouse.  

-KO

Thursday, October 26, 2017

I Woke Up Dreaming


I woke up dreaming
and knew the truth 
had been lying

that minutes are a 
false measure of 
the incalculable

that the differences 
they sell you and I
are an illusion 

that the answers worth seeking 
are found in silence 
not rhetoric 

and if I could just 
breathe and step back
I would see destiny 

flowing easily by
carrying all things 
to their proper place


Ken Owen    
Van Niddy Press   October 2017