Showing posts with label James Broughton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label James Broughton. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 03, 2014

if bitterness arises, give it a gum drop

If bitterness wants to get in the act, I offer it a cookie or a gumdrop.
James Broughton, subject of multiple prize-winning documentary about this gay poet and filmmaker, Big Joy.

Big Joy is streaming on Netflix -- I think. Check out bigjoy.org. Someone you know would love a tshirt that says, as does one I am proaud to own, "When in doubt, twirl." Sage thought, eh?

Thursday, November 27, 2014

THANK THANK THANK THANK: poem

THANK   THANK   THANK   THANK
PRAISE       PRAISE     PRAISE
THANK   THANK   THANK   THANK
CELEBRATE THE DAYS


A thank for mandolins and cheese
A thank for wine and honeybees
A thank for fellows deft and quirky
A thank for stuffing in the turkey

A thank for pixies trolls and faieries
A thank for Bloody and Holy Marys
A thank for angels and for knaves
A thank for rumors with their waves (a reference to the band Rumors of the Big Wave)

A thank for art and dance and words
For cooks and cocks and hummingbirds
A thank for queers and queens and cuties
and one for brawny hot patooties

A thank for those whose love is firm
A thank for hardon and for sperm
A thank for friends and food like this
and every taste of simple bliss

THANK   THANK  THANK   THANK
PRAISE       PRAISE     PRAISE
THANK   THANK   THANK   THANK
CELEBRATE THE DAYS

James Broughton 1992

Saturday, November 15, 2014

this is it by james broughton

This Is It

This is It
and I am It
and You are It
and so is That
and He is It
and She is It
and It is It
and That is That
O it is This
and it is Thus
and it is Them
and it is Us
and it is Now
and Here It is
and Here We are
so This is It

This Is It #2

This is It
This is really It.
This is all there is.
And it’s perfect as It is.

There is nowhere to go
but Here.
There is nothing here
but Now.
There is nothing now
but This.

And this is It.
This is really It.
This is all there is.
And It’s perfect as It is.




Monday, November 10, 2014

the bliss of with by james broughton

The Bliss of With
You have come to me out of antiquities
We have loved one another for generations
We have loved one another for centuries

You teach me to trust the voice of my voices
You teach me to believe my own believings
You touch the palpability of my possibilities

Together we reflect what our mirrors conceal
Together we upgrade the sun in our meridians
We remain open night and day to transcendence

You are incompletely disguised as a mortal
You are the eternal stranger I have always known
I saw your wings this morning
I saw your wings this morning


Thursday, September 04, 2014

love is unbelievable so it is believable

"LOVE IS UNBELIEVABLE SO IT MUST BE BELIEVED!"

James Broughton, I think.

You can see the multi-awarding winning documentary about James at the Roxie in SF tonight or at BAM/PFA in Berkeley next week.

Tomorrow night, a great performance artist will perform some of James work FOR FREE, the show called Ecstasy for Everyone. Go. Who can so no to ecstasy?

express your deepest longings

Big Joy is showing at the Roxie in SF tonight. I hear rumor that one of his films will also be shown. I have to go to find out!