Substitute "poem" or "poetry collection" for the word "story." And thanks, Sparky!)
Wisdom From Larry Goodell
I am never entering any "contest" again. I simply can't learn my lesson. All those years applying for the Poetry Grant from NEA and the huge disappointment when rejected. What I dislike is the resentments that well up - oh well my work is not worthy, certainly on any national scale. This cycle of rejection and resentment you have to work out of.
.I don't want to ever have to compare a winner's work with mine wondering where did I go wrong. It's stupid unnecessary worry and temporary negativity about people you love, worthy fellow professionals. Contests only reflect the values of the judges and not necessarily the values of the work. I don't think poets or any artists should compete. Leave that to sports. It leaves winners celebrating and "losers" questioning rather than applauding the great endeavor of spending your life celebrating however you possibly can your own creative outflow. There's no comparison, there's only healthy diversity.
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James Spitzer
American Artist
1936-2018
My very good friend and mentor Jim Spitzer
was born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin in 1936. He
studied at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, earning BS, MA, and
MFA degrees under the tutelage of a variety of well-known artists Alfred
Sessler, Dean Meeker and Warrington Colescott. Spitzer taught at
Colleges and Universities in New York, Arizona and Wisconsin. He later
turned to full-time drawing, painting, woodcut and sculpture. Spitzer
exhibited extensively, and had his own solo shows at Carus gallery in
New York City, New York University, Cornell College, Ithaca University,
University of North Carolina, Southern Florida University, Sonoma State
University. Spitzer moved to Santa Rosa, California in the 19James
Spitzer fused his woodcut murals into woodblock murals, while also
working in acrylic. Currently, Spitzer is working in acrylic medium and
his subjects are often abstractions, abstract landscapes and caricatured
portraits.
Jim Spitzer died on December 4, 2018 in Santa Rosa, California.
Jim gave me the permission to paint. This was a gift that I never had given to myself. Beyond this, Jim was my friend. He was witty, very intelligent, quirky, and very very talented. Right now, I'm feeling emotional and unable to continue eulogizing. I'll let some of my favorite Spitzer's speak for themselves.
Jack Leissring Studio
622 Davis Street, Santa Rosa, CA 95401
SATURDAY, JANUARY 12, 1:00 PM- 4:00 PM
James A. Spitzer
Born: Milwaukee, Wi, December 19, 1937, Died: Santa Rosa, CA Dec. 3, 2018
A Memorium
The sons and families of James A.
Spitzer invite you to a memorial gathering, during the hours 1:00 PM to
4:00 PM at the studio of Jack Leissring on January 12, 2019. Each of you
has an experience of Jim that you can share with the gathering or
amongst the gatherers. There is no agenda nor plan for this event: it is
to be, like art, a spontaneous experience.
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Two Ed Coletti Poems
A Colored Boy
Apparently
born enslaved
in
the border state
Nebraska
he was
Owned by
Simon
Wright
whose
own death
freed Davey
transported at 8
years to
Santa Rosa
California
where
the boy
died at 12
Don’t know much about
those
4 intervening years
romping
freely
about my town
while men elsewhere
were
falling on the fields
of Shiloh
Antietam Bull Run and
Gettysburg
and
what we can read
on his tombstone
merely
Colored
boy
Rural
Tombstone Notions
Modest marker compassionate caucasian placed
or by a destitute but proud black family grief
struck
And
in a future someone adds the white cherub bust
She or he who as me feeling
on an arid August morning
this grieving stone flowing tears so that
I have purchased and added this black resin angel
as symbol and tribute for an actual living
child
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1 comment:
Hi Ed, This issue is great. Love reading the Larry Goodell short essay and of course your poems. I did not know Jim Spitzer, but sorry to hear of a fine painter passing. Tried to reply on your blog but couldn’t remember my Google password nor where I hid the dang thing.
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