Shout-out Dallas Clayton who’s featured in this new commercial for Google Chrome.
There were a lot of great entries, but in the end there could only be one. Congrats to Patrick Moore of New Jersey who wrote this poem below, and big ups to Dallas for providing the rad drawing to accompany it.
there is a mirror in my basement
it is as big as I am
so I see myself
all of who I am
and i thank it for this
I see myself aging before my eyes
one second at a time
as the boy in front of me becomes a man
posing in front of his reflection
imagining his dreams around him
and i express my gratitude
I forget this so called man I am
and like the days of childhood
dance and sing in front of this mirror
not only to see myself
but to watch out for parents and curious brothers
wondering who is making all the ruckus
and I will pretend I never made a sound
I thank the mirror for this too
By now you’ve seen and read Dallas Clayton’s recurring column The Greatest Writer Alive on our website. Building upon it, we’re happy to announce that Dallas has just released a new collection of poetry and illustration work in print. Boasting over 100 pages, it’s a great book to pick up at any time of the day. To celebrate the release of the book, we’ve put together a fun giveaway with Dallas that will net you a signed copy of The Greatest Writer Alive, plus an original drawing. The scoop is below:
To become eligible to win the signed book and original drawing by Dallas Clayton, go into the comments section and write some words (a short poem, perhaps?) about an awkward moment in your teenage years. On December 22nd, we’ll pick our favorite and to top it off Dallas will make a drawing to accompany your words. Simple, and awesome. You have until Wednesday 11:59pm to enter, so go for it!
For those who are shy, or lazy, or indifferent The Greatest Writer Alive is available here
When TWBE asked me to put together a holiday kids’ gift guide I was a little bit torn, after all the idea of me having to let you know what kinds of gifts to buy a kid is kind of defeating. But then I thought about all of those of you out there who know kids, but don’t have kids and maybe aren’t sure what to get for kids that will make them happy but also not freak their parents out. How do you climb that slippery slope? Answer: Books. Any time you can give a parent books they will be happy. Sure the kid would probably rather have a remote controlled helicopter but that’s what Santa is for. Besides, chances are that helicopter will be broken within the month, a good book can inspire kids forever. So, here are ten books that I think make great gifts for the holidays or any time.
If your house
got into a fight
with all the other houses on the block
would it win?
Does it have the character?
Does it have the heart?
When we are all asleep
and the buildings get together
and share stories
about us living inside them
Does your house use a funny voice
to mimic the way you talk to your dog?
Does your house ever worry
that you are going to leave it
for some bigger better place
closer to the ocean
with a kitchen you can eat in
and floors that look old but aren’t?
Would you tell it you were going
or just up and disappear one day?
Pay some men
to gut it
and stow its innards in a truck
leave its closets full of dry cleaning hangers
and pennies you couldn’t vacuum out of the carpet corners.
Have you already taken
the greatest photograph that you will ever take?
What does it look like?
Where do you keep it?
How do you know?
As an adult
have you run
naked through a field?
More than once?
Have you been inside every
room in your house today?
How about every closet?
How long since you’ve been in every closet?
Too long I bet.
There’s plenty to be learned in those closets.
And you paid for them.
Get in there.
Scientists discovered a new prime number.
It has thirteen million digits.
It took seventy five computers
to figure it out.
You can never count to it.
I would like to make a quilt
as heavy as those vests you have to wear
when they take your x ray at the dentist
only full of small flowers instead of lead
like a lavender potpourri,
but big enough to cover my entire bed
and me as well.
No reason for this.
No marketing plan.
Just think it would feel nice.
Like being hugged
by a giant friend.
There’s a very unique feeling
that happens in your stomach
when you clean out your car
and decide to throw away
Next Thursday (9/15) I’ll be doing the introduction for our friend and contributor Dallas Clayton‘s talk at the AIGA.
Hope to see you there!
THOUGHTS OF A PROPERTY MANAGER
Been washing the cement
on this same parking lot
every day for the past six years.
No one pays me.
Just like doing it.
It doesn’t get much cleaner
than it was the day before.
But the smell is nice
And I get to wave to people
on their way
to whatever jobs
they’ve been cut out to do.
Don’t know the name of the man who owns this parking lot
or where this hose is connected
but I like what I do.
And I don’t have to dress up for it.
UPON RETURNING TO THE HARDCORE SHOW
I am towed under
by a wave
of small dangerous bodies
forged from a collective evil
puffed up and buzzing with energy
mottled like a hornet’s nest
and equally frail in practice.
I feel in an instant
like the happiest man alive
like a victor, bathed sunshine
and blanketed by rainbows.
I am no longer screaming
no longer flailing
I am still
and I am thankful
and haven’t for sometime
heard a song
that moved me