CRAZY, CRAZY JESUS GABRIEL RICARD FROM LOVE AND QUARTERS
A poem from LOVE AND QUARTERS
The drummer trying to give up heartless late nights lives upstairs, and spends twelve hours a day sweating out the compulsion to dream of inspiration.
He wears a big jacket in August, and I don’t think he’s ever going to tell me his name.
Some of the most secretive people in the world actually commit to quiet. They have nothing to hide, and they keep the orange juice and vodka separate at all times.
Some people lord over weird hours by choice. No special reason for keeping six lamps, fourteen grenades, and four Bibles in the bedroom closet. Revolution is not coming soon. Those things will probably be there long after they move out, pass on, or kill those two birds with three similar-looking stones.
The drummer digs rock and roll, but there isn’t a lot of call for that these days.
I’ve heard him play rockabilly, and I’ve heard him try to compel strangers passing by on the streets below to quit their jobs. Quit, start digging shallow graves at wherever their glory days turned to the concrete you can’t trust enough to walk on.
These nursery rhymes suggest better places to be.
I can’t stand to hear him play by himself. It’s better when someone shows up to jam. I prefer guitars that picked up the blues in their old age fifty years ago.
I appreciate anyone who skips a pine box gathering, especially if it’s someone close, for the sake of squeezing in a couple more hours of practice.
Choirgirls and trashy theater geeks have passed through his doorway in the same afternoon.
But I still like it when he brings in someone to write songs, argue about that sacrilegious Alamo gig from 1989, and shatter the light bulb on my ceiling after the first punch is thrown.
It’s crisp, believable medicine. That’s how I see it. I can go a whole hour without listening to my own music, and I don’t take it to heart that my own madness hasn’t been nearly as lucrative.
Hell, I don’t even mind that his love life is as steady as the suicide attempts over the one-story Italian ballet school across the street.
I tried my luck with one his girlfriends once. She thought I was kidding.
It’s cool. Life is not a competition. I don’t mind knowing where I stand.
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FIRST Look at Gabriel Ricard reading from the upcoming collection LOVE AND QUARTERS. Nighttime on a Hill. Enjoy the poem. I'll post more information about this collection in the coming days, including a cover reveal this weekend. Stay tuned!
Happy New Year from Moran Press. After a long delay due to the move and health concerns, I finally have news of upcoming projects to share with all those that follow Moran Press.
There will be 4 or 5 titles produced in Winter/Spring 2018. On tap:
Poetry from Gabriel Ricard A novel from L. M. Bryski
And a NEW Author to announce - the poet Austin Davis.
I'll have a collection of short stories of my own to add to this mix.
I'll update with titles/cover reveals on each project in addition to author profiles and teasers for each book. First up will be the cover reveal for the poetry collection from Gabriel Ricard - coming very soon.
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