Category Archives: Looney Speaks Weekly
- I read the piece from March 11, ”Civilization.” Just about everywhere in the city, one is assaulted by the constant noise of traffic, until it becomes second nature. Not that I’m advocating some back to the wilds mentality. Just making an observation, that’s all. I drive my car too. Just to work and back, and sometimes to the grocery store.
- Click to listen —-> Civilization
- This week I read the piece from February 19, Dislike. Anybody who has been a waiter or a waitress will know what I’m talking about. Sometimes I just can’t stand the song and dance, particularly if my work week has been balls to the wall busy. It’s not like I have another job or anything. So I’ll write dark, bitter, humorous work instead of punching them all in the face. Ten years in the service industry have turned me into a curmudgeon. Your nicest table can turn into your meanest. Your meanest table can turn into your nicest. I’ll get your food out, and I’ll keep your drinks filled, but I’ll be damned before I talk to hungry animals.
- Click to listen —–> Dislike
- Hello and I hope everyone’s Valentine’s Day was good. I worked at the restaurant and made a bundle of money off the little lovebirds. Personally, I don’t really like or dislike V Day. It’s just another day for me, and one that happens to bring in the crowds. Nevertheless, I hope your love life is all you want it to be. Anyways, today I read the short from February 11, Morning Mind. Enjoy.
- Click to listen —-> Morning Mind
- Today I read the piece from February 6, Oblivious. Recently in Albuquerque, a boy was killed by a train while walking along the tracks, as described in the piece. It called to my mind questions of existence. To be violently snuffed out by a train, completely unaware of it up to the very point of death is remarkable. Tragic, but darkly humorous from an existentialist/absurdist perspective. We’re all so self-important–far too self-important–and it could happen at anytime: strangely, unpredictably, insanely.
- Click to listen —–> Oblivious
- This week I read the piece from January 29th, Closed. It’s true I am a recovering addict. I haven’t even touched a drink in three years. But the strange and horrible and humorous memories remain. Just thought I’d share this one. Bear in mind, I am more contemplative than proud. There is no glory in addiction, despite the Hollywood romanticism. It’s a bleak and meaningless existence, filled with cheap thrills.
- Now click to listen —> Closed
- A nice reading this week. Writing truly keeps me sane. If you’re any kind of artist you will understand. And I know many of you are artists. Wishing you all the best. And if you aren’t an artist, well you probably are and you just don’t know it yet. This week I chose to read “Kindling,” from January 20th.
- Click to listen —–> Kindling
- So the image above is my latest word sketch. I make no claims as a visual artist, and I make no efforts toward publication. I just like doing these every so often because I find it clears my head. Maybe one day I’ll use one of these as a book cover or something. Who knows.
- This Friday I read the piece, Exit Clear, from November 26.
- Click to listen ——–> Exit Clear
Back again after a week of silence. I still did plenty of writing, of course, but I enjoyed the break. Nevertheless the devil makes work for idle hands, and I’ll resume posting tomorrow.
Today, as promised, I include two more readings from my recently published chapbook, Scream-Cloud Island:
Annnnd that’s it.
See you later.
Happy to say my second chapbook has been published electronically:
Just click the above image or hit up the Poetry Collections page at any time to read it, free of charge. And it’s really intense, so be prepared. That is, if you are so inclined to read it. It deals in themes like isolationism, truth-seeking, metamorphosis. So watch out.
So I won’t be posting any new pieces this week. People may need time to peruse the chapbook. And honestly, I need a break from this routine. I need to get caught up on other things. Next Friday I’ll post two more readings.
In the meantime, enjoy!
- This week’s reading is from September 18th, Timeline.
- Click to listen ———> Timeline
- And, in other news, I’m happy to say I’ve been published by Ardent! Very grateful, very honored. I feel as though I have more options, more publishing potential. It’s a good feeling. Now if only it would multiply. So says my greedy half. Anyways, thanks to Ardent! and Poetry in the Arts. I hope to work more with them in the future. And thanks to you wonderful, supportive readers. The few, the proud. I think highly of you.
- Alright, so this is the new word-sketch I did for the home page. It’s all in pen. I like it better than the other one. Much cleaner, less chaotic. Easier to process. I named it The Writer’s Spirit.
- I just took a picture of it and uploaded the image. That’s not to say I didn’t use a scanner at first. I took great pains: went to an office store and paid the money. But the image came out horribly, time and again. So either I don’t know what I’m doing, or scanners suck. I’m betting on the former.
- This week I chose the piece from August 6th, Pester.
- Now have a listen :: Pester
- Special thanks to Angela Holden for this photograph. This is a freshly molted cicada. I’m always impressed by the complexity of life, of every organism, so it was nice to get a peek into the insect world. Again, if you have any old(or new) photos laying around, I’d love to see and/or use them. Just Send in Artwork!
- And today I read the piece from July 31st, Restful Calm. If you read(or listen) closely, you’ll detect the photo’s influence.
- Now here’s my reading of Restful Calm.
- This week’s reading is from Sunday, July 8th. Click the link to read it.
- Now listen to it here: The Marks Remain
- This Friday I read When Stallions Stumble <—there’s a link to the poem.
- I’ve had this piece for quite a long time. Awhile ago I took up the challenge of writing equine related works. Some of that is published by PKA’s Advocate. But they can’t accept everything, right? Anyways, I’ve enjoyed it. Surprising what you can do if you put your mind to it. Yeah it’s corny. And the result is dark. Thanks.
No artwork this week. Oh well, whatever. I couldn’t find much of anything to go with this reading. I didn’t receive any submissions. I didn’t look very hard, either.
I’m still going to use the photographer I’ve been using. But I’d rather save his other stuff for a more advantageous pairing. Maybe even write pieces about the pieces, just to keep it going.
Someday people will be banging down my door just to get their artwork featured here(yah right). Anyways, it doesn’t matter. Either way, I’m writing.
Click here to read the piece I chose. It’s about attitude, humor, outlook. Willful happiness.
First off, let me thank you kind folks who still hit the ‘like’ button. I know I disabled the little display when I turned off the comments. But I do appreciate it, on a personal level.
I initially turned them off for reasons of ego. But, I realize, I already have a big ego. Saw it in the mirror the other day. Guess I just don’t want to flaunt my likes. Reminds me too much of Facebook. And I’m always on Facebook.
Anyways, featuring art on Fridays is something I enjoy doing. Sadly, I’m too prideful to search out and beg for submissions. I mean, the writing is exhausting enough…now I gotta beg strangers for art?
Kyle Underwood’s work is beautiful and is professional quality. And he basically gave me the keys. So I can use his work as much as I want, and for that, he has my undying gratitude.
But I do enjoy variety, and so do you. So if you have work or know of anyone who has work, then don’t be shy: submit.
That being said, the piece I read today was As It Runs. It’s about two things: lost inspiration and the advance of time. I think the dilapidated vehicle pairs quite well with it. Time destroys vitality. Sort of in that vein.
The piece I read this week was That Ceiling. It’s about our limitations. How far can we push ourselves? At what point do we give in?
I used Kyle Underwood’s work again. He was generous enough give me the pick. And since I received no submissions, I’m grateful that he made his work available. There is always one which accords well.
All I do is use a piece which agrees, on some level, with my own work. If you’d like your art featured, please send me a submission. I would be grateful.
Here’s the piece I read:
Brian Looney- That Ceiling
- In the artist’s words:
“I took that picture during January of 2011 while doing some “urban exploration” at the abandoned train yard in Albuquerque. I did not tie the rope nor did I hang it on the pipe. I shot the picture just how I had found it. That is what was so interesting to me about this rope. It was one of the few things left in the old train station that was still kept neat and organized, like it was waiting to be used. This is still one of my favorite pictures. When I look at this picture today I become curious about that rope all over again.” -Kyle Underwood
- You can see more great photography at Underwood’s website.
- When I saw this picture I knew I wanted to use it for an edition of Looney Speaks Weekly. In fact the piece of the week is completely motivated by this picture. Read That Old Rope if you haven’t already.
- Now go ahead and give it a listen: Brian Looney: That Old Rope. I do enjoy featuring artwork every Friday, and I hope you like the result. So send me a submission!
- This is a photograph I took(I’m still working on getting submissions). Some of my old notes splayed around. Kinda like the sketch cloud on the site’s homepage. Exactly like that, in fact. Anyways, I needed something visual. So I took it, tweaked it, and the pen got all dark. It’s better than nothing.
- It goes well enough with the piece I read, Babbles All to Death, from May 20.
- So give it a listen, if you like: Brian Looney- Babbles All to Death. And special thanks to all my readers. It’s nice to know you’re out there, nice to have you along.
Well it’s Friday again, and the first one to feature artwork. This photograph is from one John D W Macdonald. The man’s enthusiasm and his knowledge of the arts have repeatedly impressed me. So thanks to him for this picture:
- Fantastic perspective. The branches hinder sight, spider-web your vision. Dawn or dusk, I’m not quite sure. But there is a sense of suspense. And also a calmness. If dawn, then we await the birth of a new day. If dusk, then it is the end. The colors are dark and cool: a good, nostalgic sight.
- Now feel free to listen to: Brian Looney- Fearful Day, and read along if you like.
Thanks again to John for his great piece. If you have ANY art you feel would compliment these readings, please do not hesitate to contact me, to e-mail a submission. Have a great day.
I would like to include photographs/artwork every Friday. It’s nice to be visual every so often. Problem is, I’m a third-rate artist. I have no patience in that department, but I respect it all.
So if you have photography/artwork you aren’t using, that you feel would compliment these Friday readings, you’re more than welcome to submit. I’ll credit the work to you, and you’ll retain all the rights. It’s publication in a way.
Anyways, I’ll put up a submission page for that. It’ll be interesting to try it. Ohhhh ideas…
What’s up people? And hello new subscribers. You like dark, grasping poetry? Alright, alright, alright.
This week I read The Road. Not the most inventive title, I’ll admit. Jack Kerouac comes to mind.
Nevertheless. There’s something about a road trip: hurtling from place to place on a laid-out track. Stacks of asphalt split the distance. Something about it fires up the spirit. How bizarre it all is, our evolution. After all, we are African Apes, aren’t we? So much for swinging in the trees…
This week I chose to read Trust. The piece itself is very abstract (obviously) since it’s about a concept. People are usually hesitant about where they place their trust. So when they trust you, it’s a significant thing. In that moment they are vulnerable. But a foundation is laid. The strong, the courageous, trust and trust again. Not just the naive.
Waiting tables is such a strange experience. The waiter-customer relation is a bizarre, neurotic thing. But nothing’s worse than approaching a table who is always rude, who repeatedly leaves an awful, awful tip. That’s why I chose to read Service For Two this week.
Even so, I’d like to explain the piece, Call Me Ponderosa. I’m working on a chapbook right now in which I am named Ponderosa. It’s still a work in progress. Basically, my shirt smells really bad so I spray pine-scented chemicals on it.
Then I wonder why the women avoid me. If you don’t already know, Ponderosa is a type of pine. The chapbook as a whole is a collection of humorous pieces about women, and the strange/bizarre reasons they avoid me–the protagonist. Working title? I Want Women, But… Now please, publishers, one at a time…
Anyways, here’s the piece of the week!
So I disabled the comments section. They just get into my head, throw me off. Inspiration’s everywhere. I write it, I proofread it, I do not need opinion. And I am meticulous. I did not say perfect.
There’s a reason it’s called Reclusewritings. I’m pursuing something, and it is intensely personal–as is poetry in general. And while I appreciate all comments, I find them a distraction. I like to keep to myself.
Of course if you have any questions, or something that you just have to say, you can always send an e-mail. And I’ll probably respond….Always grateful to have readers.
This Friday I read Brave, Not Broken. It’s about strength through adversity: keeping whole in spite of it. Enjoy!
You never know what counts for inspiration. I think it’s everywhere, and the artist is the medium, the translator. Reality is interpreted; it’s processed in our systems. And the output(hopefully) is significant. And beauty is nothing without significance.
This Friday I read the piece, Nothing’s Even Wrong. It’s about those damn car alarms. See, people buy these fancy cars. Then they get frightened, because what if someone steals it? So they install noise-makers. Like I’m gonna go running to save some dude’s car when the alarm goes off.
Nope. I’ll sit down and write about it. Maybe read it out loud. Maybe laugh about it later.