Wayne Crawford

www.myspace.com/waynecrawfordpoetry

Just back from an open mic, heard some great poetry & nice to see friends.Posted at 5:30 AM Nov 18 view more

  • Wayne crawford

  • Male
  • Las Cruces, New Mexico, US

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  • Western Illinois University

    • Macomb, Illinois US
    • Professor Emeritus
  • Danville High School

    • Danville, Illinois US
    • teacher
  • LUNAROSITY (Journal)

    • Las Cruces, New Mexico US
    • Managing Editor
    current
  • Sin Fronteras/Writers Without Borders

    • Las Cruces, New Mexico US
    • Co-Managing Editor
    current

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  • Nov 20 2009 11:50 AM

  • Nov 18 2009 1:45 PM

    Hey Dr. C,

    Thanks for the friendship add!

     

  • Nov 18 2009 12:01 PM

    ‘Mediocre crime fiction it ain’t. If the prose was any more hard-boiled, demolition companies would be buying up copies of this book and using them as wrecking balls. I’m not kidding when I say this book should be huge. The question is, is the world ready for it?’ – Christopher Nosnibor

    Bill Thunder The Bastardizer - coming soon...

    Out now on Clinicality Press!

    http://clinicalitypress.co.uk/bastardizer.aspx

  • Nov 14 2009 10:54 PM


    Toward the end of the month was the Pompaia, a celebration and procession dedicated to Zeus Meilikhios ("kindly Zeus"), which was a chthonic aspect of Zeus represented by a serpent (calling it "Kindly Zeus" was a superstition thought to placate and flatter).  Chthonic manifestations of the gods signified their powers of death, and a blood sacrifice was always required to save us mortals from death.  In this case, it was a ram, and the fleece became sacred and was embraced by the people to purify themselves.


    The most base representation of the astrological sign Scorpio, given rulership over this time of year, is as a serpent; a complicated sign, it actually manifests in four forms, each form being an elevated, ennobled version of the beast below it: the serpent or lizard, the scorpion, the eagle, and the phoenix.

  • Nov 5 2009 2:11 AM

    "You MEN!  All you ever think of is sex!"

    ...OKAY, it may START  that way, but it doesn't always END  that way.
  • Oct 27 2009 7:51 PM

    Hey Wayne Crawford

    Just wanted to say thanks for being a real friend of mine on Myspace. If you have any poetry or know a really great poet that you like - let me know - i'm always looking for new poetry & poets to feature on 10K Poets.

    Peace
  • Oct 19 2009 9:55 PM

    Happy Birthday!
  • Oct 16 2009 7:03 PM

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    I got a nasty trick from my file-hosting site.  It has been hacked and all old files have been corrupted, so you may get an alert every time you look at your comments from your anti-virus about some of my old graphics.  Your anti-virus will protect you from anything, but if the alerts get annoying, just delete the greetings.  I am using a new hosting site.
  • Oct 10 2009 9:43 AM

    Hi Wayne Crawford,

    Would you vote for us ?

    An important Festival in Israel holds a competition - the winner band would be the opening concert!!!

    here you go - http://in-d-negev.peasinspace.com/in-d-poll-2009/

    please vote for the 2nd band in the list ( it's in hebrew so its kind of a blind test.... )

    Thanks!

    Yoav
    MONOTALK
  • Oct 2 2009 6:22 PM


    Early in Pyanopsion is the Oskaphoria, the celebration of the vine harvest in which processions carried grapes still on the vine, there was much singing, eating, and storytelling about the hero Theseus in advance of his feast day.


    ....okay, and then when the Theseia arrived, we did pretty much the same thing, but we added athletic contests.

    Happy Harvest season.
  • Sep 27 2009 7:03 PM

    Hi Wayne,

    The deadline for the WRITE REAL GOOD Contest has been extended to November 29th. Thanks for asking!
  • Sep 26 2009 7:18 AM


     

    Welcome to my circle of friends. I look forward to getting to know you. Take care and have a fantastic day.

     

    If you believe in what you are doing, then let nothing hold you up in your work. Much of the best work of the world has been done against seeming impossibilities. The thing is to get the work done.

    Dale Carnegie

     

    Love & blessings Phil

  • Sep 24 2009 7:02 PM


    Love makes a real man strong, not weak.  Weak men fear it.  Real men serve it.
  • Sep 23 2009 10:38 PM

    Pyete syrin çka han barku.
  • Sep 9 2009 9:33 PM


    If you know the story of the kidnapping of Persephone, the daughter of Demeter (goddess of harvest, abundance, Spring), by Hades (god of the underworld), this is the time of year when Persephone must be turned over to Hades.  Our most sacred festivals, those of the Eleusinian Mysteries, took place for ten days in Boedromion.  If you had ever killed someone (as I have), you could not be initiated into the ranks of the hierophants, but other members of the cult participated in some of the most secretive and impassioned rituals.  We were not to speak of them in detail to anyone not initiated, and no Greek ever wrote anything down, but I will say that rituals involved human and animal sacrifices, blood rites, golden serpents, drinking poisons and potions, and sacred artifacts.  The purpose was to touch the divine and gain a measure of immortality.
  • Sep 9 2009 9:33 PM


    If you know the story of the kidnapping of Persephone, the daughter of Demeter (goddess of harvest, abundance, Spring), by Hades (god of the underworld), this is the time of year when Persephone must be turned over to Hades.  Our most sacred festivals, those of the Eleusinian Mysteries, took place for ten days in Boedromion.  If you had ever killed someone (as I have), you could not be initiated into the ranks of the hierophants, but other members of the cult participated in some of the most secretive and impassioned rituals.  We were not to speak of them in detail to anyone not initiated, and no Greek ever wrote anything down, but I will say that rituals involved human and animal sacrifices, blood rites, golden serpents, drinking poisons and potions, and sacred artifacts.  The purpose was to touch the divine and gain a measure of immortality.
  • Aug 31 2009 9:58 AM

    Hi Wayne Crawford,

    Our CD is available on Bandcamp – You name the price!

    You can Download the Album for free.

    Here you go: http://monotalk.bandcamp.com/



    Enjoy & Keep in touch,

    Yoav,

    MONOTALK
  • Aug 27 2009 3:10 PM

    Many thanks for the add. Hope you enjoy the music and message behind it. My mission in life is to fight Human trafficking...understanding the individual pain of others is sometimes to painful for an other individual to touch and that is frightening ...
    what i mean is that someone whose life is not traumatized and brutalized as a regular sequence of every day events unconsciously seeks the camouflage and shelter of apathy and banality from the reality of such devastating anguish and terror ...but the spirit of young people who are used as sex slaves in the systematized global industry of human trafficking is now reaching out to the human fellowship in hope and desperation and through technology ...

    it is scary when humanity turns a blind eye to this horror ...its like ignoring genocide whilst it is happening ...

    what i am asking is that if you hear the cry of these young people who are existing in an environment of torture and brutality each and every day that you then please do not turn away from them ...

    please reach deeply into your heart and soul and join a movement that challenges modern slavery in the 21st century ...

    -Colin
  • Aug 23 2009 11:28 PM

    In late August of 371 B.C., I broke the professional, constantly training Spartan Army, with a much smaller force of dedicated fathers, brothers, and sons wanting to keep their loved ones free.  Sparta never recovered to rise again in their oligarchic, militaristic, narcissistic ways.  It was the battlefield at Leuctra where it happened.  You can read about it on my page.


    It was also late August or the first week of September of 362 B.C. where I died on the battlefield at Mantinea, continuing to fight beside my men, despite grievous javelin wounds.  I was lost, but the battle was won.  You can read about that on my page too.
  • Aug 9 2009 6:19 PM



    Herakles Day (Hercules Day) comes around during Metageitnion.  The men of the town get together in the gymnasium in a salute to the fabulously powerful and potent half-god/half-human, Herakles.  Camaraderie and male competitions and one-upsmanship were the themes of the day.


    Well, not this, exactly...


    The biggest lifting competitions were probably about hoisting brews!  Herakles Day was likely more akin to your modern television shows ("Jackass" et al.) about valour in comically overdone ways and boneheadedness in the extreme, as is wont to happen when you get a bunch of guys and alcohol together for an afternoon.  L O L  Have fun with your fellow knuckleheads at the club.
  • Aug 8 2009 10:46 PM

    Hola Wayne!!! Looking forward to performing with you in Santa Fe next week-end!

     

  • Jul 31 2009 7:03 AM

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  • Jul 28 2009 12:06 PM

    Good morning to all our friends on myspace....
    how you're doing ?

    The album "fix me up" is now available for download!

    Here you can download FREE TRACK from the album – www.monotalkmusic.com/free



    Enjoy,

    MONOTALK
  • Jul 24 2009 12:56 AM

    Hi!
    bobdog here. 
    got some new backstage photo galleries
    posted on RoadieReferral.com


    BackStage and Live photos from NINE INCH NAILS


     Rock the Roadie handing off to Alan Jackson


    enjoy.
    still to come...
    pics from Jonas Bros.
    Green Day.
    No Doubt.
    it's been a busy year.
    cheers.
    bobdog
    www.dogeatdogma.com

  • Jul 7 2009 2:14 AM


    This month we celebrate the Synoikia with sacrifices and ceremonies to Athena, Zeus Phratrios (Zeus as a symbol of tribal brotherhood) and Eirene (Goddess of Peace).  The Synoecism is meant to create unity, yet this begins our season of Warfare, so it most often was ultimately about taking sides.  It was only when this infighting stopped that Greece achieved greatness.  There is much that can be learned from history, if only people cared to learn it.

Blurbs

About me:

A poet who resides in Las Cruces, New Mexico, Wayne Crawford hosts a poetry critique group that meets twice monthly, emcees a local open mic the first Friday of each month on the stage of the Rio Grande Theatre,and regularly attends others, especially in nearby and historic Mesilla on the third Tuesday of each month at Palacio's Bar.

Crawford edits an online journal,Lunarosity,which he founded in 2001, and which archives more than 200 authors. He gets help from former Poet Laureate of Alaska, Joanne Townsend.

With Richard Thomas, he co-manages an offline regional anthology,Sin Fronteras/Writers Without Borders,...entering its 13th journal publication season. With Thomas and poet Joseph Somoza, Dr. Crawford launched Sin Fronteras Press to publish invited regional poets who've been published often but not had a book of poetry.

He maintains a humorous prose blog, The Burning Man His most recent chapbook is The Corner of Clark and Kent (2004)... First Cd, Migrating Toward Wellness (2006). First full-length collection of poetry, Sugar Trail (2007). Click on title to read excerpts or purchase at Sugar Trail.

He is currently working on a new book of poems in which the desert figures prominently as location and metaphor. It's called "Dancing Skin."

In March 09, he released a spoken word CD, Oasis Bound, in collaboration with musician (vocalist, guitarist, Native American Flute & Swiss Hang performer/recording artist/composer Randy Granger. They previously recorded poetry and music together which can be found at">CDBABY. They've also performed together, and you can see a video of their collaboration by following the link to Randy's blog, "Hang and Spoken Word Peformance”

You can hear an interview with Granger and Crawford about their collaboration with the Hang and poetry on KTEP 88.5FM NPR station with host Monica Gomez. click or copy the url. It lasts about 8 minutes. Listen to the interview at: www.randygranger.net/ktepinterview.html You can hear some of Crawford's prose poetry by following this link,Prose poems.Jenny Kander reads Wayne Crawford’s prose poetry from Sugar Trail, Tuesday, Dec 18, 2007 five min part of The Poets Wave, WFIU--The Poets Weave is a weekly five-minute program of poetry reading produced at WFIU in Bloomington, Indiana, hosted by Jenny Kander.

WAYNE CRAWFORD: Oasis Bound

One of Crawford's spoken word poem videos,from Oasis Bound, follows. It's called, "Echo Teaches Her Daughter to Sing," and was written for his daughter. Also, the great art is provided by Louis Ocepek.

Echo Teaches Her Daughter to Sing
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My second home-made video, "Workers Work" is intended to be humorous, but recognizes the struggle that work often embodies. I copied a number of images about death from the internet. If I am using something copyrighted and shouldn't be, please inform me and I'll delete the image from this video. Also, I'm using several images courtesy of Freedigitalimages.

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MySpace Layouts

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Myspace Layouts at Pimp-My-Profile.com / Green, Yellow & Black

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Who I'd like to meet:

.. .. Everyone interested in poetry and writing, music, art, performance, architecture and landscaping) Lennon, Hendricks, Elvis, Shakespeare, Einstein, Wilde, Jesus, Miss Marple, Socrates, Sherlock Holmes, Angela Lansbury, Julius Ceasar, Aristotle, Salvador Dali, Matisse, W.H. Auden, Abraham Lincoln, Alexander the Great, Buddha, Picasso, Kafka, Gide, Genet, Camus, Hesse, Flannery O'Connor, Marshall McLuhan, Ovid, Goethe, Fitzgerald.

Also:

Ralph Ellison, Martin Luther King, Jr.,Mahatmas Ghandi, Bernard Shaw, D.H. Lawrence, Roy Orbison, Frank Lloyd Wright, a dog named Ancho, a cat named Harold, a selection of porn stars, top chefs, architects, interior designers, gardeners, landscapers, four dozen brave and modern poets, an army of comedians who don't yell, ballet dancers who leap like Nureyev, voluptuous nurses, and a cadre of gray-skinned undertakers with red carnations in their black-glitter lapels, Voltaire and Jumping Jack Flash.

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Interests

  • General

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  • Music

    Once a music/pop culture critic for the Chicago Daily News, I learned to write about the arts from ..Harry Bouras.. and ..Richard Christiansen...

    I love music. I begin my day by singing along to music in the shower, often with lyrics in plastic waterproof sleeves. Bouras was a great artist, art critic, and radio show host, and a wonderful man. Christiansen, formerly an editor at the Chicago Daily News where he taught me so much about covering pop culture, moved to the Chicago Tribune as a Critic-at-large. I've enjoyed every review by him I've read. Like Harry Bouras, Richard Christiansen is a wonderful man. While in Chicago, I also studied poetry under Paul Carrol and Gwendolyn Brooks at Columbia College, and Lucia Getsi at Illinois State University.

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  • Movies

    foreign-language films,action-thrillers,not a big interest.

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  • Television

    Not much: mysteries, college football and basketball, CNN News, HGTV. Hamlet on sex: TV or not TV! Me on Youtube

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  • Books

    I read mostly poetry. Lately I've been reading work by Joseph Somoza, Sheila Black, Richard Thomas, Ellen Young, Keith Wilson, Bobby Byrd, Donald Levering, James Penha, Steve Fellner, Richard Vargas, Carol Moldaw, and Stephi Wisburd. And listening to poets on CD recorded by Bruce Holsapple

    Authors presented in Lunarosity include poetry by Bobby Byrd, Hakim Bellamy, Taylor Graham, Joshua Meander, James Penha, Roger Pfingston,Joseph Somoza, Richard Thomas, Joseph Trombatore, Anne Valley-Fox, Patricia Wellingham-Jones, Ellen Roberts Young... and fiction by Bob Brill, James Courter, Gregory Louis Candela, DE Fredd, Joe Speer, Albert Sgambati,Catherine Zickgraf...

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  • Heroes

    Superman

    .... ..of course. I've written a series of poems about him. Here's one that listeners always seem to enjoy.

    Clark Kent Takes Off....

    Sunday night is the time he colors his hair.
    He’s tried for years to undo the callick
    that twists his hair into one big curl
    on his forehead, but thinning, trimming,
    graying and spraying haven’t loosened its grip.

    Last year, the x-rays began blurring a little.
    He could still see the big picture
    but the little things weren’t so keenly
    recognizable--pocket knives, for example,
    or a stolen key in a breast pocket. He needed
    to wear prescription glasses
    to read fine print. And the glare of lights
    during night flying had never been worse.

    He was fine in the air but lift-offs and landings
    --painful! Doctor attributed arthritis
    to his arches. Of course, the doctor
    didn’t know about Mr. Kent’s secret life,
    the burden he placed on his feet, bounding
    into space, lifting the weight of the world,
    constantly landing on surfaces meant
    for rubber tires.

    You’re strong as an ox, his doctor said.
    Fundamentally, there’s nothing wrong
    with your body, nothing except your nerves.
    Your nerves are like steel. You mustn’t give
    all of your energy to The Daily Planet. Keep it
    up, even your strength will dissipate.
    You must listen, Mr. Kent. You must relax.

    This evening’s news headlines
    reported a crime spree in Metropolis.
    I probably shouldn’t reveal this
    but Superman woke up today, massaged
    his feet, and went back to bed.



    Here's one that was published first in NewVerseNews.


    Clark Kent & the New Airport
    Security System


    Meek Clark Kent can't slip
    through airport security. The Man
    of Steel leaps
    faster than a speeding missile, --not
    fast enough to trick
    a refurbished metal detector.
    Beeping alarms and flashing lights
    swell a mob
    of Homeland rent-a-guards,
    recently hired, to bug-eyed, red-alert,
    empty holster panic,-- a clear
    and present danger to all.

    Latexed hands rake through luggage,
    single out extra eye
    glasses with fake lenses,
    a form-fitting body
    suit, obviously custom-tailored
    for a criminal act,
    a large red letter "S" embossed
    on the chest, maybe an Arabic symbol,
    coded threat to the American way.

    Kent is stripped, searched
    for detonators and tiny foreign
    language scripts. An anal exam reveals
    a tight ass. He pleads
    incoherently to make a phone call
    in a phone booth. Considering
    that he might be gay--he is
    well-built, well-endowed, good-looking,
    and color-coordinates his belt
    with his shoes, one guard, displaying
    a red jock strap, warns that terrorists
    have reached a new low, sending
    queer men to do a straight job.

    By the time Kent is cleared
    for boarding--feted
    as a metrosexual from Metropolis,
    his flight cancelled, his cape
    missing, his glasses broken,
    and some woman who looks--
    in the surveillance camera video--
    like Mimi from the Drew Carey Show
    walks off in his boots.

    He decides, then and there,
    next time he schedules an emergency
    flight, instead of leaving or arriving
    in El Paso, Texas, he'll lift off
    and land near Roswell, New Mexico
    where he can travel without hassle
    as just another of their promotable
    unidentified flying objects.



    The Corner of Clark and Kent

    Most of us boys were born
    under the hood of a car, forearms
    like Popeye's, pliers for fingers, grease
    behind our ears.
    By the time we were thirteen
    we knew everything
    about standard transmissions and stripping
    gears on country roads.

    We were raised at the corner of Clark
    and Kent where gods descend into men,
    men into steel machines, bodies
    built like Buicks,
    faces hard as chrome.
    We learned to speak with our mouths' full,
    talk while taking a leak, belch
    and burp through dinner meals,
    scratch whereever we itched.

    My daddy said I had what it took.
    I just didn't have the desire
    to spend my life with my dick
    on a fender,
    my head beneath a hood. I pulled out,
    like I told Lana I would, pulled out
    before I was married and mortgaged, fighting
    anger, fear, and whoever came near.


    One day I was thinking about Jesus, remembering
    "wipe the dust from your cuff." I hit
    Interstate 80 at 75,
    picked up
    Jimmy, drove east 'til we ran out of talk.
    He said he missed Lucy more than he'd thought.
    I didn't miss Lana enough
    to go back
    to a Sinclair future or a body shop job
    in a town with gravel driveways, one
    traffic light, lots of old family vans,
    balance
    and align myself with steel-belted men
    who stick oil-stained fingers in their ears, walk
    like John Wayne--the cowboy,-- sit like they're
    straddling a gear.

    And all I kept thinking was,
    I'm going to end in a neighborhood bar
    where you know a man by his truck and his tab,
    spitting image
    of his daddy, same bruises, same fears, same scars.
    I pulled out, like I told Jimmy I would,
    pulled onto the highway and never went
    back to the Corner of Clark and Kent.

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