tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72948188699979249962011-11-20T08:20:11.498-08:00Looking for Clues in All the Wrong PlacesPHILIP GLADSTONEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07656433253448882273noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294818869997924996.post-25002319261679892342008-01-15T07:52:00.000-08:002008-01-15T08:00:51.533-08:00<!-- begin embedded QuickTime file... --><br /> <table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="0"><br /> <!-- begin video window... --><br /> <tbody><tr><td><br /> <object classid="clsid:02BF25D5-8C17-4B23-BC80-D3488ABDDC6B" codebase="http://www.apple.com/qtactivex/qtplugin.cab" height="197" width="320"><br /> <param name="src" value="http://www.philipgladstone.com/web_images/Jitters.mov"><br /> <param name="autoplay" value="false"><br /> <param name="controller" value="true"><br /> <param name="loop" value="false"><br /> <embed src="http://www.philipgladstone.com/web_images/Jitters.mov" autoplay="false" controller="true" loop="false" pluginspage="http://www.apple.com/quicktime/download/" height="197" width="320"></embed><br /><br /> </object><br /> </td></tr><br /> <!-- ...end embedded QuickTime file --><br /> </tbody></table><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294818869997924996-2500231926167989234?l=poemsillustrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PHILIP GLADSTONEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07656433253448882273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294818869997924996.post-32305130334155691122008-01-13T08:16:00.000-08:002008-01-13T16:29:37.055-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R4o7DORg9iI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r0Dea3h6uSc/s1600-h/The_Young_Artist.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R4o7DORg9iI/AAAAAAAAAf8/r0Dea3h6uSc/s200/The_Young_Artist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154997650036160034" border="0" /></a><br />tired old song<br />but the song remains<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R4o7DeRg9jI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jugW8IBsz1g/s1600-h/Frieze_Standing_Male_Nudes.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R4o7DeRg9jI/AAAAAAAAAgE/jugW8IBsz1g/s200/Frieze_Standing_Male_Nudes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154997654331127346" border="0" /></a><br />covered many times<br />lost the sense<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.angelfire.com/art3/philipgladstone/web_images/Pursued.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.angelfire.com/art3/philipgladstone/web_images/Pursued.gif" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />find it again<br />sing different<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R4o7DuRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-LG-iqo8TZI/s1600-h/Stair_Ways.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R4o7DuRg9lI/AAAAAAAAAgU/-LG-iqo8TZI/s200/Stair_Ways.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154997658626094674" border="0" /></a><br />only song like it<br />but the song complains<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294818869997924996-3230513033415569112?l=poemsillustrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PHILIP GLADSTONEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07656433253448882273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294818869997924996.post-12732824134602678892007-12-30T07:17:00.000-08:002008-01-13T08:31:53.841-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3e3TuRg84I/AAAAAAAAAY8/-5MPEl9zaVg/s1600-h/ArtistCirca1969.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3e3TuRg84I/AAAAAAAAAY8/-5MPEl9zaVg/s200/ArtistCirca1969.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786248388342658" border="0" /></a>i was not going to think when I saw you then<br />that i’d never be seeing you again<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">foolish</span><br />so many years drowned, falling all around<br />my deadly serious little daddy clown<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3e3S-Rg82I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wRwA1u5lOQY/s1600-h/Lost_Translation.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3e3S-Rg82I/AAAAAAAAAYs/wRwA1u5lOQY/s200/Lost_Translation.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786235503440738" border="0" /></a><br />all-knowing smirk done all up in curls<br />painted face done up for the girls<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">cockamamie</span><br />time was cheap and the paint ran down<br />under the paint a frightening frown<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3e3TeRg83I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8mbLmEestDQ/s1600-h/1212b_Old_Man.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3e3TeRg83I/AAAAAAAAAY0/8mbLmEestDQ/s200/1212b_Old_Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149786244093375346" border="0" /></a><br />i wish for that sense of your little room<br />again to be there in your modest tomb<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">harebrained</span><br />looking down, hardly looking hard<br />living learning in your house of cards<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294818869997924996-1273282413460267889?l=poemsillustrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PHILIP GLADSTONEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07656433253448882273noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7294818869997924996.post-61428147194259572632007-12-26T06:49:00.000-08:002007-12-27T07:52:32.189-08:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3Jre-Rg8zI/AAAAAAAAAYE/O41B8DYLxgA/s1600-h/Red_Ball_lg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3Jre-Rg8zI/AAAAAAAAAYE/O41B8DYLxgA/s200/Red_Ball_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295503894606642" border="0" /></a><br />weeping willow<br />one day splits by fire<br />falls, fire from the sky<br />ignored the rods for it<br />went for my tree<br />wasn’t my tree then<br />think it’s my tree now<br />anybody else<br />think of that tree?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3Jre-Rg80I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fxM4LzpREGY/s1600-h/Small_Courage_26.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3Jre-Rg80I/AAAAAAAAAYM/fxM4LzpREGY/s200/Small_Courage_26.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295503894606658" border="0" /></a><br />ball games and all<br />grass all weeds<br />yellow earth roads<br />go home with you<br />stuck in exposed meat<br />ride the bikes, much falling<br />don’t remember it hurting<br />like it hurts now<br />think of that tree<br /><br />frame houses<br />asbestos siding<br />cornfields besides<br />go lost in the rows<br />bugs in the grass<br />all the dogs had fleas<br />didn’t live long<br />cars hit them<br />get a new dog<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3JrfeRg81I/AAAAAAAAAYU/q2EfikCpGEU/s1600-h/Blue_Bird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YquAlmjR4Lg/R3JrfeRg81I/AAAAAAAAAYU/q2EfikCpGEU/s200/Blue_Bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148295512484541266" border="0" /></a><br />everybody smoked<br />ashtrays like furniture<br />dad was king of the<br />black-and-white TV<br />smoked salems<br />mom washed the dishes quiet<br />had the broken yolks<br />shut up be quiet<br />get a new dog<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7294818869997924996-6142814719425957263?l=poemsillustrated.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>PHILIP GLADSTONEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07656433253448882273noreply@blogger.com