Joshua Chatwin Art

1/28/2010

 

1/15/2010
Modern American Muses [an empirical study], written in late 2007-early 2008 and self-published under EarWax books is now available for free download on Lulu.com.  To preview the chapbook and download, please go HERE.

To download the bare-bones .pdf, click HERE.

Muses is a compilation of poems inspired by college failings and musings, family memories, and romantic mumbo-jumbo; largely inspired by the poetry and music of David Berman and the Silver Jews.

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Please read and re-mix, but please attribute back to Joshua Chatwin and chatwinart.com if you derive from any works in this publication.

1/10/2010

 

1/10/2010

Oakbrook Terrace, written in 2008 and self-published under EarWax books is now available for free download from Lulu.com. To preview the chapbook and download including the cover art, a print titled, ‘Yellow City,’ please go HERE.

To download the bare-bones .pdf file, click HERE.

Oakbrook Terrace is an experimentation in eavesdropping and speculating that goes hand-in-hand with living in close quarters of other human animals. The characters are false and most of the situations are as well, however, there are snippets of the real world intertwined.

This work is licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. To view a copy of this license, visit http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0/us/ or send a letter to Creative Commons, 171 Second Street, Suite 300, San Francisco, California, 94105, USA.

Please read and re-mix, but please attribute back to Joshua Chatwin and chatwinart.com if you derive from any works in this publication.

1/9/2009

The Sun

When I woke this morning,
the hobbley-do’s jamed and the
wobblies screeched shut the trap
cage
and the birds fluttered like bass out of water.

The blinds tinted the world blue,
and my nose protested at cathode-
rays, persistent in shining through rock
and plaster, and skin, until the
security of curiosity took hold and

the open invitation of air circulation
became too much. Oh, and the sun.

I forgot to mention the sun.

1/9/2010

Trailer Park Salesman

I don’t want a Garrison House.
I saw one house and it was a trailer,
I could live in a way nice house
but it would have to be a trailer house.

I would just be beggin’ to have my house
ripped off if I lived in a trailer
in a park. Drive up and away with my
living room still intact,
blue shag carpet and wood paneling galore,

but think of the freedom of a movable
trailer house. San Fran, here I come
pink flamingo tattoos and Jack Daniels bottles
clanking in the wind.

Over Load Size
Size Over Load
Oversize Load

beep, beep, beep.

1/9/2010

Getting To The Bottom

The 3rd grade school teacher shrugged
as little Suzy questioned:

1/8/2010

Untitled

The streets are filled with mercenaries,
yellow and in cages swinging west to east
in parlor windows and barbershop terraces.

1/8/2010

Porcelain Philosophy

A 7-foot tall man in red
suspenders once told me,
while shaking urine from his penis into
the suspecting and willing orifice of
porcelain and copper piping,

(he boomed)
“AGHHH…now we’re having
fun!”
to which I said,
“Are we?”

“Oh yes. Things can only get worse,
never better, so
appreciate what you have today.”

I looked at my penis, flaccid,
wrinkled, and barely spitting urine,
and I thought I knew what he meant,
but I could not bring myself
to look him in the eye.

1/4/2010

I Love Dan Rather

For his incendiary comments in
times of political gain,
I love Dan Rather.