My St. Petersburg Bibliography

Thought you’d might get a kick out of this list. The books and media I checked out from various libraries within Pinellas County since 2013, when I started research for my novel, I Blew Up Juarez. Consider this the collective conceptual framework for a collaborative, technologically-driven society:

Title / Author Checked Out Returned
Strange Flesh / Olson, Michael, 1973- Mar 19, 2013 Apr 2, 2013
The Great Gatsby / Fitzgerald, F. Scott (Francis Scott), 1896-1940 May 1, 2013 May 15, 2013
Casino Royale : A James Bond Novel / Fleming, Ian, 1908-1964. May 1, 2013 May 15, 2013
Live And Let Die : A James Bond Novel / Fleming, Ian, 1908-1964. May 16, 2013 May 30, 2013
Moonraker / Fleming, Ian, 1908-1964. May 30, 2013 Jun 13, 2013
Diamonds Are Forever / Fleming, Ian, 1908-1964. Jun 26, 2013 Jul 10, 2013
Chariots Of The Gods? Unsolved Mysteries Of The Past / Däniken, Erich Von, 1935- Aug 22, 2013 Sep 5, 2013
Tailypo! / Wahl, Jan. Oct 9, 2013 Oct 23, 2013
Cloud Atlas : A Novel / Mitchell, David (David Stephen) Jan 6, 2014 Jan 20, 2014
A Farewell To Arms / Hemingway, Ernest, 1899-1961. Jan 31, 2014 Feb 14, 2014
Boudica : The Life Of Britain’s Legendary Warrior Queen / Collingridge, Vanessa. Mar 19, 2014 Apr 2, 2014
Warrior Queen [Videorecording] / Box Film. Mar 19, 2014 Apr 2, 2014
Warrior Queen Boudica [Videorecording] / Mar 19, 2014 Apr 2, 2014
Conspiracies : A Repairman Jack Novel / Wilson, F. Paul (Francis Paul) Apr 21, 2014 May 5, 2014
Skagboys / Welsh, Irvine. Apr 21, 2014 May 5, 2014
Creative Evolution : A Physicist’s Resolution Between Darwinism And Intelligent Design / Goswami, Amit. May 21, 2014 Jun 4, 2014
The Epic Of Gilgamesh : The Babylonian Epic Poem And Other Texts In Akkadian And Sumerian / George, A. R. Jun 6, 2014 Jun 20, 2014
The Epic Of Gilgamesh : The Babylonian Epic Poem And Other Texts In Akkadian And Sumerian / George, A. R. Jul 17, 2014 Jul 31, 2014
The Complete Short Stories Of Ernest Hemingway / Hemingway, Ernest, 1899-1961. Sep 21, 2014 Oct 5, 2014
A Farewell To Arms / Hemingway, Ernest, 1899-1961. Sep 21, 2014 Oct 5, 2014
Push / Sapphire, 1950- Jun 3, 2015 Jun 17, 2015
Inanna : From The Myths Of Ancient Sumer / Echlin, Kim A. Jun 17, 2015 Jul 1, 2015
The Lost Book Of Enki : Memoirs And Prophecies Of An Extraterrestrial God / Sitchin, Zecharia. Jul 29, 2015 Aug 12, 2015
My Beloved World / Sotomayor, Sonia, 1954- Nov 6, 2015 Nov 20, 2015
The Science Of Yoga : The Yoga-Sutras Of Patanjali In Sanskrit With Transliteration In Roman, Translation In English And Commentary / Taimni, I. K. (Iqbal Kishen), 1898-1978. Nov 23, 2015 Dec 7, 2015
North By Northwest [Videorecording] / Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. Dec 28, 2015 Jan 11, 2016
Fire In The Mind : Science, Faith, And The Search For Order / Johnson, George, 1952 January 20- Jan 4, 2016 Jan 18, 2016
The Science Of Yoga : The Yoga-Sutras Of Patanjali In Sanskrit With Transliteration In Roman, Translation In English And Commentary / Taimni, I. K. (Iqbal Kishen), 1898-1978. Jan 8, 2016 Jan 22, 2016
Supernormal : Science, Yoga, And The Evidence For Extraordinary Psychic Abilities / Radin, Dean I. Jan 28, 2016 Feb 11, 2016
Kindred / Butler, Octavia E. Feb 22, 2016 Mar 7, 2016
Spy [Videorecording] / Twentieth Century-Fox Film Corporation Feb 22, 2016 Mar 7, 2016
Jupiter Ascending [Videorecording] / Warner Bros. Entertainment, Feb 22, 2016 Mar 7, 2016
R.D. Laing : 50 Years Since The Divided Self / Itten, Theodor. Jun 28, 2016 Jul 13, 2016
The Three-Body Problem / Liu, Cixin. Aug 31, 2016 Sep 19, 2016
The Cross Of Redemption : Uncollected Writings / Baldwin, James, 1924-1987. Aug 24, 2016 Sep 19, 2016
The Cross Of Redemption : Uncollected Writings / Baldwin, James, 1924-1987. Oct 3, 2016 Oct 29, 2016
North By Northwest [Videorecording] / Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer. Feb 28, 2017 Mar 6, 2017
Inside Man [Videorecording] / Universal Pictures (Firm) Feb 28, 2017 Mar 6, 2017
Victor Hugo’s Les Miserables [Videorecording] / Feb 28, 2017 Mar 6, 2017
Angela Davis : An Autobiography / Davis, Angela Yvonne, 1944- Mar 6, 2017 Apr 2, 2017
The Mists Of Avalon [Videorecording] / Turner Network Television. Mar 29, 2017 Apr 2, 2017

 

 

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Coming Down The Mountain

Gilded tendrils

through wooden slats

summon a new

Appalachian day.

I tumble, tumble

giddy under feathery darkness

my morning dreams

launch me into flight…

So begins one of the poems I created in that beautiful cabin nestled under ancient wood. The experience of connecting with nature at a primordial level is a powerful thing. My body – how best to describe this? – absorbed unfamiliar yet friendly energies. Vibrations were exceptionally high in the hills, and my connectivity to animals seemed heightened. To explore it neurologically, I would say my pineal gland received a profound tuning.

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Goddess Mode (c2013)

My sweet would nourish sleeping in as I would roam the deck of the cabin with my morning coffee. Then I’d go to the dining room, my designated office, and churn whatever creative forces into a precious morsel of art. Silence was a gift as well as a motivator. I needed the time between sips to really think what I wanted out of life. I’m ready to approach 40, but what am I to invest in as a human being for the next 40 years?

The answers seem to pop off Chappie the laptop’s screen, as if a big DUH! Time to showcase what you can do for others, Ivonne. Time to grow into the artistic community as a director, not just a contributor. 

While in the cabin, I started to lay down the plans for a project I’m calling The Living Goddess Exhibit. Of course I’m going to represent Inanna (who could do better?) but exactly how are we going to praise her? What existing poems do I have that evoke her? What poems can I write in tribute to her? Suddenly in study mode again, I feel that excitement surge in me again, the excitement to share. I’m invested in my inner child, I’m letting her play! Gosh it feels good.

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2015 on the New River. This year, The New River encourages me to grow.

Even when we moved to the Cousin’s place, I was still in composition mode. Three large dogs make it difficult to keep expensive equipment out, but I did capture some creativity on my mobile devices. Here’s one that insisted on being written mid-sleep:

Columbia
Great leader
her torch knows no master
Balance is her charge
the Law as her guide
Love her as I do
Her power is needed
now more than ever.

So interesting that I’d reference the Law Goddess in my sleep state. This’ll be a poem worth developing, especially during election season!

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Ready to hit the stage! c2014

Look forward to two productions from me, one in November and one possibly January. If you can’t make the shows, there’s always my performances with The Second Time Arounders Marching Band during the 2017 season.

 

Oh To Be Naked In The Sun (A Holiday Story)

[NOTE: Revisit of last year’s Christmas-themed post. Enjoy!]

On Monday, a bright, textbook sky blue morning, I picked up Marie and her son, Loki, and we headed up to Weedon Island Preserve. We were going to be the only people around, given the sparse parking lot. I love that. Don’t get me wrong, I love Boyd Hill Nature Preserve, but it’s too in the city and heavily trafficked. I’m trying to get my Henry David Thoreau on. I’m trying to loose the coil that is society for the next few hours.

I was led to reflect on Walden, one of the first books I read after deciding to cease living my old existence. My favorite chapter of the book, and I know you’ll think me strange, is The Bean-Field. His fastidiousness in accounting for developing his garden reminded me of how much I sought to control every value of my life as if it was a line item. It’s not that simple though; not every aspect of life can be quantified.

In the past few weeks I experienced a dynamic, negative shift in my professional aspirations as well as a negative shift in my personal relations, one in particular Marie witnessed herself this past Friday. We reached the lookout point and we got to the discussion of values, the who and whats in our life we’ve assigned priority to, and why. Revisiting the events of last Friday, it was evident that there was way too much expectation out of individuals on my end, as if I was going to find The Total Package upon every new relationship I build. The reality of it, as Marie succintly pointed out, is that will never exist in an individual or a thing, and the best way to keep Angst at bay is to carve out the part of the individual or thing you do value and hold on to that. Find contentment in what works, and acknowledge not everything is going to be fulfilling. It’s fatalistic, but easy to digest.

My focus returned to quality of living. I relaxed against the wooden bench, eased my spine, and felt the twists of Angst unfurl slowly. I tipped my white hat over my eyes and felt a long overdue relaxation. It was then that Marie mentioned she couldn’t find her camera. “Dammit, I just got comfortable.” I shifted slightly, ready to remove my pose. “We’ll double back. It’s got to be on the trail. You stay there.” Now that was nice of her. I heard the stroller and the whine of the boy dissipate towards the island, and I drifted away in a cat nap.

This, I realized, is the essence of being. My hands are not manipulating anything. The hard drive that is my brain has slowed its spinning to a dull loop. The breeze, perfect against my skin, the sun, warm enough to cause slight sweat. I felt cleansed. The act of Being is such a rare engagement. To detach, to be one with the sky and the water and the earth, reminds of the fickle nature of humanity. While cars zip around carrying frantic holiday celebrators to and from stores and to and from houses, fufilling social mandates of the season, I am here, Being. This is the best celebration I could possibly engage in, and a cherished gift.

I wrote myself a letter once I got home, and my plan is to read it on New Year’s Day. If I am lucky, I will Be on that day. I hope you will Be, too.

Merry Christmas.

Wherever I May Roam

 

 

Yes folks, this is happening. I’m hittin’ the road starting this week!

Where to Von? I honestly don’t know. I’ve got gas, I’ve got maps, I’ve got information and communication technologies, and I have a badge-wearing wingman to help drive and navigate.

Why are you doing this Von? Life-wise, I need some sparkly fresh brand new so I can feel the wow again. Creatively speaking, my writing is uninspired largely because I’ve deprived myself of Befindlichkeit, which is a big pretty German word for self-discovery. Discovery is tangible – what you experience with your senses within current time/space – but self-discovery requires a more metaphysical…event, let’s put it. I’m gonna position myself in physical places I’ve never been before, connect cosmically with what or whoever has a cosmic charge, and throw myself into uncertainty, allowing reactions to happen in whichever plane of existence that happens.

And no, I am not using any drug, natural or manufactured, in order to encourage these events forward. Clean and sober and open-minded. That’s how this is going down!

I will regularly post to this blog, at least to let you know I haven’t been slaughtered. Since I’ll be working off of WordPress for Android, my posts might be more Instagrammy than verbose; I’m sure you’ll understand. 🙂

I will tell you I’m not doing the Atlantic seaboard or New England; I’ve done that drive four times in the past ten years. Something fresh and new means in the guts of Merica! Maybe even up to oohhhhh Caaaannaaaddaaaahhhhhhh

This is Von Simeon, signing off, and leaving you with a sweet song to remember me by…

 

Tales From The Notepad

April is National Poetry Month and I did jack doo doo about it. So, in a scramble to pull together an ode to poetry today, I scrolled to my Notepad app on my GS3, only to find I hadn’t reinstalled it since the hard reset. Found it online, logged into my old account, and pulled up a bountiful treasure of entries between summer 2012 and early 2013. Not just poetry but notes, observations, ontological discourses, and one-liners so good I had to jot them down. Every writer should do this, be it digipad or physical notepad. You never know when you’ll come across literary GOLD.

Found some poems!

Here’s some great quotes:

What you may call “eavesdropping” I call “intelligence gathering”! Some jewels I overheard, and a freestyle I did as I was ‘intelligence gathering’ two guys talking near me:

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And then of course, shit gets deep. I call this section, “The Philosophy of Von.” See if you abide by any of these Vonisms…