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Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian

Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian
Christopher Luna by Alisha Jucevic for the Columbian

Thursday, December 30, 2021

Writing and Photographs from New York December 1-8, 2021

 

NEW YORK TRIP DECEMBER 1-8, 2021 

Southwest Flight 3414 to Denver, CO

December 1, 2021 

First flight since the pandemic. A week with my family in New York. And like many NY visits, we will be in constant motion, driving and training our way between Rockville Centre, Pine Bush, Rochester, NYC, and Smithtown.


  

Concourse Symphony: Denver International Airport

 

I can’t do this right now. I had to end my relationship with these people. Sandy is in a very uncomfortable situation right now. Cats. Big cats. An actual map. It’s not a globe. In his presence. That was the catalyst to go ahead and say, “You know what, he’s technically cheating.” Yeah. I know. I swear he said “intimidation and jealousy.” So these emotions that I have. I’ve never seen that. I’m sure it happens. Very large, very fat. Very large, very fat. I don’t like that.


Flight 6505 DEN to LGA (LaGuardia Airport) 

The second flight was delayed due to the Santa Ana winds. Surprised to learn that this flight is only three hours. I spent more time in the airport in Denver than I will spend in the air. Chose a seat in the second row so that I can be one of the first off when we land. Motherfuckers are slow. 



Coming into New York

At the Whitney with Vicki

December 2

 

so glad to find myself

on the LIRR with my

youngest sister again

 

New York’s magic is instantaneous

we are standing by the father of

my niece’s best friend

who also happens to be

Anne Waldman’s eye doctor

headed to his office in the Village

 

he notices my purple Ginsberg hoodie

and oh-so-casually mentions

the Kerouac School

have I ever heard of it?

 

so now he must know

Allen changed my life

and Anne my stalwart supporter

            and spirit guide

 

everything I am

everything I do

thanks to her

outrider wisdom

and unyielding passion

 

he tells us his family moved

from Brooklyn to Rockville Centre

he misses the free concerts in Prospect Park

doesn’t say why they moved

 

there is a brief discussion

of cataract surgery

lasik and PRK

 

and then 20 people with luggage board the train

I try to move aside

but end up directly in the way

of a guy in lab coat and mask

who yells at me to move

and complains bitterly

about my stupidity

 

I am thrilled by his rage

the efficiency of his honesty

having suffered two decades

of passive-aggressive pussies

who would rather suffer in silence

than reveal their true feelings

about anything

 

we find a seat

and I explain to Vicki

how my first failure

led me to Ginsberg’s collected

Whitman’s Leaves of Grass

Anne, Boulder

 

this poet’s life

which grabbed hold of my t-shirt

to pull me into the future (the now)

the path selected me

 






we emerge from the underground

and she leads me to The Curious Garden

a decommissioned elevated train

otherworldy oasis of innovation and imagination

with an unparalleled view of The Village

 

the experience set off by

Kate Hudson’s feet

100 feet tall:

 

Blade Runner foot fetishist’s wet dream

 

this transcendent path

the setting for our

confessions, worries, tears

 

a pact is formed:

I’ve got your back

and you mine

from this point forward

 

loved ones stay a

certain age

in the mind’s eye

how/when did she turn 40?

how is it possible?

not my little sister

 

powerful

protective

mother bear

type-A

party girl

 



downtown Mount Rushmore

Andy, Keith, Frida, Jean-Michel

 


heart, lung, and fallopian tubes

dangle from tree branches

ancient railroad ties

and the most spectacular

view of The City

 







plus The LittleIsland

gobsmackingly mindblowing

Roger Dean fantasy

dropped onto the east side

of the Hudson River

at Pier 55

 

proof of vaccination required

to enter the Whitney

Lee Krasner, Edward Hopper,

Kiki Smith, Joseph Cornell, and all


Who knew there was any such thing as feather butterflies?

 



time for dancing

and Jay De Feo’s Rose




Vicki is amazed by

Liza Lou’s kitchen:

feminist take on housewife servitude

in the form of thousands of beads

adorned by the poetry of Emily Dickinson

 

I am blown away by

Pepón Osorio’s “Angel: The Shoe Shiner

 

too sacred to photograph

and amused by Oldenburg’s plushie cigarette butts

 

how to describe the universes contained in

decades of Jasper Johns

a retrospective worthy of a 91-year-old master

overwhelming enough to cause my sister

to wonder at his process

 

                        I am pleased to find

                        Richard Avedon

                       

& Frank O’Hara

                        whose footprint

becomes a tribute

to his singular genius

and too-brief walk

around NYC

 






purchase a pretzel for Vicki

and a bacon egg and cheese

prepared by Alec, smile beaming

from the window of his food cart

at the corner of Gansevoort & Washington







 I tell Vicki the sandwich is unbelievably good

like tasting almost anything while stoned

except I’m not high                 no that’s not right

 

                        I’m wasted on my city

 



I have a moment

as we pass the Flatiron building

weeping with joy to be on these streets

falling for every big booty, goth scowl

and insane utterance

 

the faces of the crowds

in my dreams

and me always

walking against traffic

 

I trail behind Vicki

as she talks on the phone

soaking it all in:

 

Andre the Giant Has a Posse

Diane von Furstenberg

mobile COVID tests

sometimes two tents

on the same block

 

love every puddle

every odor

every everything

I’m home

 

Road trip with Greg

Rochester to Smithtown, Strong Island

December 6




.

Pre Emption St. 

Cayuga Lake

            wine slushies

TAUGHANNOCK FALLS

 Pennsylvania

Pursue Your Happiness

 

Jay-Z/ Grateful Dead mashup:

“99 Problems” / “Scarlet Begonias”

 

Clifton, PA

 

back window

 

Save a deer

 

HUNT A PEDOPHILE

side window

I HEART MY CAT

 


December 7

Long Island Railroad

to Penn Station

 

overhear two conductors

talk about how as the train

came in to Rockville Centre

a passenger was attacked, choked

and they tried to grab his phone

 

6th Avenue Symphony

 

Oh hell no. Oh hell no. Here’s the deal. This woman is 80-year-old batshit razy. She gonna drop that shit in your lap. Wanna know why? Wanna know why? You know why they scared? ‘Cause she prob’ly done heard that shit. Just a way to cop out. So thank you, truly. I know I know. I don’t wanna see you. I genuinely don’t wanna see you. Slap ‘em down. It’s an awkward position for you.     


With Barbara Lynn Cantone and Colin Poellot




With Barbara Lynn, my best friend since 10th grade




Monday, May 17, 2021

Collages by Christopher Luna March/April/May 2021

 


The Work Poetry workshop with Christopher Luna
Second Saturday afternoon of every month
& the second and fourth Monday evening of every month:




The Power of Mushrooms for Morgan Paige March 2021


LET IT FLY for Holly McLachlan April 2021


GET VACCINATED: IT'S ESSENTIAL
March 2021


FACE THE SUN
SHE READY
April 2021


Sumptuous Ecstatic Openings
April 2021


Nothing Compares to the Absurd Poetry of New York City
April 2021







Friday, February 19, 2021

Collages by Christopher Luna February 2021

 



Aquarius Spark 
For Morgan Paige


An Incredible Experience: Your Flesh!

Analysis: a Beautiful Distraction




Friday, January 22, 2021

Collages by Christopher Luna January 2021 including Postcards for Pobrecitos by Eileen Davis Elliott

My dear friend Eileen Elliott asked me to create some promotional postcards for her superb new book, Pobrecitos: https://www.eileendaviselliott.com/post-card-tradition

The book is a poignant and unflinching look at how poverty impacts lives. Eileen's powerful words are complemented by stunning illustrations by two talented student-artists: Ava Town and Lily Engblom-Stryker.
Email Pobrecitos2021@gmail.com to receive a Zoom invitation to her virtual book launch on February 5: https://www.eileendaviselliott.com/upcoming-events

I am also happy to announce that Eileen will help us celebrate National Poetry Month as the featured reader for Ghost Town Poetry Open Mic on April 8. 










EXISTENTIAL OPPORTUNITY


BRUTALIST ERASURE
Poetry and collage by Christopher Luna


BODHISATTVA SMILES for Morgan Paige


times like these 

for Erin Dengerink


Monday, November 9, 2020

Collages by Christopher Luna November 2020




 I'm so tired of social distancing
For Kelly Schrock
November 8, 2020

Saturday, November 7, 2020

Poetry and Art in Loving Memory of Diane di Prima

Revolutionary poet Diane di Prima is gone, but her work and the positive energy she created and nurtured will live on. I count myself among the poets who consider her a heroic model for how to be a dissident artist and decent, loving human being. 
 

Diane di Prima and Anne Waldman at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics 
Summer Writing Program, July 1997 (photo by Christopher Luna)

Ten years after I met Diane di Prima at the Naropa Institute, I was thrilled to find her name on my list for the August Postcard Poetry FestHere is the postcard and poem I received from her:




It made me very nervous to write a spontaneous poem to one of my poetic elders. Here is the poem I wrote for her (and the collage postcard I created):  

“Dustbowl Dirge” postcard sent to Diane di Prima, San Francisco, CA August 14, 2007:

EYE CATALYST for Diane di Prima

we are charged with a responsibility

whether we take on the role

            of observer, critic,

            priestess, or shaman

 

my painter friend is a former Kansas ninja

and the reincarnation of ninth-Century warrior

who smokes to quiet the voices in his head

and understands that to name

may also be to destroy

 

he brings me finished canvasses

which I am invited to amend according to my liking

and I get nervous, my Sharpie-holding hand trembling

with a sense of obligation

whatever I choose to add

must be right, it must be worthy

must move

must add

rather than take away

 

we get trashed, laugh

and rub our beards

(mark of our status, for some,

as revolutionary perverts)

we are dangerous

create word bombs

to dismantle capitalism

and undo the hatred in the human heart

while plotting our respective strategies

in the ongoing war against the imagination

A few years later, Erin Dengerink and I collaborated on an artwork based on this poem. She drew the figures in the foreground and cut the holes representing thought bubbles that I filled with collage. I also contributed the lettering featuring a few lines from EYE CATALYST:  


EYE CATALYST for Diane di Prima
by Erin Dengerink and Christopher Luna
DETAIL


EYE CATALYST for Diane di Prima
by Erin Dengerink and Christopher Luna

Here is the postcard and poem I received from Diane di Prima in 2008:



“Poetics of memory” postcard and poem ("Saving Janis") by Christopher Luna sent to Raul Sanchez, Seattle, WA on July 30, 2008 AND Diane di Prima San Francisco , CA on September 5, 2008:


 

SAVING JANIS

In the photograph

Janis looks like a hippie goddess

open, vulnerable

hair and beads

cascading over her nipples

hands crossed

in front of the flower

of her sex

 

Frame the fallen queen

and place her portrait

on your bathroom wall.

 

Rendering each morning

a portal to another time.

 

If you could you’d wrap your arms around her

whisper sweet words of praise in her ear

and when she closes her eyes to kiss you

hide the half-finished bottle of Southern Comfort


Posted by Christopher Luna with love and respect for Diane di Prima

November 7, 2020

Saturday, October 31, 2020

Collages by Christopher Luna October 2020

He's Building His Own Myth Out of the Clamor: PRETTY DEEP SHIT by Christopher Luna 


 

A WHIRLWIND OF UNCERTAINTY by Christopher Luna


Rhapsody in Blue Balls (For Erin Dengerink) by Christopher Luna


Revolution is love SAY YES by Christopher Luna


A taste for fast food by Kelly Schrock and Christopher Luna