Sunday, December 30, 2012
Ice-Burdened Moonlight
Ice-Burdened Moonlight
For half-inch cubes of cheddar cheese,
the Wolfhound lumbers, nearly three-legged
by my side... no wind... twenty-three degrees:
we have no need for first light in this moonlight
on thin snow over ice.
We are talking best times:
puppy-ripped Tony Lama boots, pissing rugs,
chewing mail, dragging ragged blankets
through the house, barking at UPS drivers,
hard-'n-fast sweaty three-miles runs
through sagebrush, the blood-song folk music
of coyotes, bribe-biscuits at the veterinarian's....
I am explaining how Marc Chagall's blue
is different from Pollock's car-paint blue.
The Wolfhound lurches, huffs, steps wooden
around the trunks of non-native pines
that did not make it on this shrub steppe.
The Wolfhound pauses to listen
to an hour-late train bound for Seattle.
I speak of dining cars: butter-fried eggs,
marmalade on whole wheat golden toast,
orange juice in crystal goblets,
motion-dazzled passengers just awake
from dreams of a'horseback ancestors.
The Wolfhound listens to me,
because that's part of his provisional job,
something to pass crumpled time with...
before he flies into a moonless, eternal night.
Saturday, December 29, 2012
A Few Days...
A Few Days...
The hours braid and snap... dawn after night.
You watch the middle-aged Wolfhound's eyes
medication-glaze, his thoughts thick and unsaid.
The biscuits appear stacked against him now.
You gently massage his cancerous left wrist,
that front leg and its new knob, ask him,
What do you make of au currant girls
who add blonde streaks to brown hair?
The Wolfhound has always enjoyed
your lame questions. The winter-hard
ground out back has a four-foot deep hole.
You open the refrigerator, slowly unwrap
aluminum-foiled slices of roast beef,
watch as he struggles upright...
a study of will over pain and dopey-brain.
He stumbles at you, dislocated,
a bit of wild happiness yet in his heart...
some appetite left to gulp sliced cow,
a touch of Irish canine bravado
to mock your fear for him.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
GHOSTS & BIRTHDAYS: A Collection of Poems by Red Shuttleworth
Ghosts & Birthdays
poems by
Red Shuttleworth
A new collection of poems by Red Shuttleworth, Ghosts & Birthdays, is available from the publisher, Humanitas Media Publishing... and from other online sources (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other book sellers).
Many of the poems in this book first saw publication in distinguished literary journals, including Aethlon, Blue Mesa Review, Chattahoochee Review, Concho River Review, Interim,
Los Angeles Review, and Suisun Valley Review.
The poems in Ghosts & Birthdays offer penetrating, sometimes visceral, sometimes poignant elegies to a variety of heroes and villains, including Mikhail Lermontov, Gustav Klimt, Wyatt Earp, Georgia O'Keefe, Sergei Yesenin, Hank Williams, Albert Camus, Marilyn Monroe, Ernest Hemingway, Norman Mailer, Sonny Liston, Ted Williams, Elvis Presley, Kay Boyle, and Hunter S. Thompson.
A prolific poet and playwright, Red Shuttleworth is a three-time recipient of the Spur Award for Poetry from Western Writers of America, for Johnny Ringo in 2013, Roadside Attractions in 2011, and for Western Settings in 2001.
The cover of Ghosts & Birthdays features a painting of Marilyn Monroe by Red Shuttleworth's poet-painter daughter, Ciara Shuttleworth.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Vladivostok Novel
Vladivostok Novel
Paper money not worth burning, she is dumb
with cold her feet meat slabs. Three days ago
the Red Army in Perm. Fires. This Tatar
taking gold from her father to save her.
He saves her for a field of ripped clothes.
They are north of Vladivostok. The Tatar
dances drunk on his horse, digs gold
from the teeth of the dead. Some he sliced open.
No bath. The Tatar says, You cabbage-stink
pussy. She walks behind his horse
to the docks: Vladivostok. The Red Army
weeks or days behind holding executions.
The ship's captain gives the Tatar passage
for two. You must only kill by permission.
The Tatar grins-maniacal. In the Sea of Japan
men are stabbed, hefted overboard: no-moon sea.
The Tatar owns a fine lady's leather purse
for ears, fingers, tongues, parts private.
He slaps her each dawn so that she might
appreciate each day. And she prays.
The ship leaks. It is made from rust.
Water rationed by teaspoons. The Tatar
advises, Suck the bones clean...
chew long, and longer the rat's bones.
She prays. All there is: heart-punch-loss.
Dreams of Perm... her mother... her dead brother
hanging butcher-shop skinned.... the Reds.
It is 1922 like Siberian wind upon Vladivostok.
Of two-hundred, three-dozen step onto land.
The Philippines. The Tatar buys her a brush,
laughs at her louse-filled waist-length
strawberry-blonde hair... saws it off with a knife.
Dear Reader, no more louse-crawl pages...
maggot-filled bodies. No. Only sweet silence...
fog... San Francisco... a hospital bed... a baby
daughter the Tatar names Anna.
Anna is reading her unpublished Vladivostok novel
to Andy Warhol. New York: sooty 1960 summer.
I don't think, Andy squirms over a silkscreen,
bodice rippers are happy soul songs.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
LOOSE CHANGE: A New Red Shuttleworth Chapbook
Loose Change
a one-poem chapbook
Red Shuttleworth
Loose Change started out as a Nevada short story and transformed itself into a poem.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
HOMAGE: A New Red Shuttleworth Chapbook
Homage
poems
Red Shuttleworth
The six-pack of poems in Homage acknowledges the four and a half decades of influence certain writers have had on my poetry.
To some measure, these homage poems (to Samuel Beckett, John Berryman, Johannes Bobrowski, Dag Hammarskjold, Randall Jarrell, Yasunari Kawabata, and Ivan Turgenev) are exercises, though I hope they rise above that.
A great number of other writers have influenced me as much, or more, than those I try to honor with my poems in this small collection. My first influence, in the summer of 1967, as I wrote my first poem, was William Butler Yeats. The trigger for that first poem was a beautiful woman who ran nude, when the fog was thick, on San Francisco's Ocean Beach. I thought, way back then, that I could write a poem worthy of her.... She was my first Muse.
I heard many a glad Samuel Beckett anecdote from his friend Kay Boyle and plenty of disconcerting, bittersweet, sometimes hilarious stories about John Berryman from William Dickey (Berryman's student at the Iowa Writers Workshop). I am grateful.
~ Red Shuttleworth
Thursday, October 11, 2012
TO THE CONTRARY: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook
To the Contrary
New Poems
from
Red Shuttleworth
To the Contrary is a limited edition chapbook of Red Shuttleworth poems.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Thursday, September 20, 2012
MIRAGE: A Chapbook Anthology of Poetry
Mirage
a limited edition
chapbook anthology of new poems
from
Barbara Brinson Curiel
Adrian C. Louis
Red Shuttleworth
Barbara Brinson Curiel teaches in the departments of Critical Race, Gender, and Sexuality Studies and English at Humboldt State University. She is the author of Speak to Me From Dreams, a collection of poems. Curiel is a Fellow of CantoMundo, a national organization for Latino poets.
Adrian C. Louis has published eleven books of poetry, including the recently released collection, Savage Sunsets. His novel Skins was made into a feature film. Louis teaches English at Minnesota State University in Marshall.
Red Shuttleworth's latest play, High Plains Fandango, was produced this past February by State University of New York at Fredonia. He is the author of two poetry books, Western Settings and Johnny Ringo, and over two dozen poetry chapbooks.
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
RIGHT-THIS-FUCKING-MINUTE: Brummels, Zarzyski, Shuttleworth & Shuttleworth
Right-This-Fucking-Minute
poems
A Limited Edition Bunchgrass Press Chapbook Anthology
A Limited Edition Bunchgrass Press Chapbook Anthology
J.V. Brummels, Luke Shuttleworth,
Red Shuttleworth, and Paul Zarzyski
J.V. Brummels
Luke Shuttleworth
Paul Zarzyski
(photo by Kenton Rowe Photography)
Monday, August 20, 2012
RAMBLING APPARITION: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook
In addition to the title poem, Red Shuttleworth's Rambling Apparition contains four other poems.
This chapbook from Bunchgrass Press is printed on 32-pound ivory antique laid paper in a limited edition.
John Berryman, in Dream Song 45, wrote, "He stared at ruin. Ruin stared right back."
Sunday, August 19, 2012
ONE OF THESE DAYS: A Chapbook Anthology
One of These Days
A Chapbook Mini-Anthology of New Writing
John Dofflemyer
Morgan Harlow
Nuno Santos
Red Shuttleworth
John Dofflemyer is author of Proclaiming Space and the editor of Dry Crik Review. He is regularly featured at the annual Cowboy Poetry Gathering in Elko, Nevada.
Morgan Harlow's first collection of poetry, Midwest Ritual Burning, was recently released.
Nuno Santos (memoirist, fictioneer, dramatist, translator) lives in Portugal. He studied at New York University and has been associated with Naked Angels, a New York theatre company.
Red Shuttleworth is a three-time Spur Award-winner for Poetry (Western Settings, Roadside Attractions, and Johnny Ringo). Red's most recent full collection of poems, Ghosts & Birthdays,
published by Humanitas Media Publishing, is available on Amazon.
published by Humanitas Media Publishing, is available on Amazon.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Facebook & Mark Zuckerberg + Greed = SPAM
Facebook & Mark Zuckerberg + Greed = SPAM
Desperate to maintain corporate viability with investors and shareholders, vacant of any idea or tactic beyond selling ads, Facebook (Mark Zuckerberg) has resorted to a dizzying barrage of pop-up ads, particularly for games (the turf of morons) on users' profile and news feed pages.
Zuckerberg, a master of pedophile tactics, believes that users will not leave Facebook over advertising irritations and privacy invasion. Zuckerberg puts users in mind of the sort of guy who shows up uninvited to social events, who paws (greasy, sweaty palms) through family albums... who wipes his boogers across the family pictures of others... who then scoots to a nearby bathroom to masturbate. This is the sort of guy Mark Zuckerberg is.
What to do? Let Facebook advertisers know that you think Mark Zuckerberg is a creepy, stinky, voyeur-pig who is stealing their money.
Get in touch with the Federal Communications Commission and complain. Facebook is a communications company. Would you tolerate ads during your telephone conversations?
Friday, August 10, 2012
Friday, August 3, 2012
IN THE BLOOD: A Chapbook Poetry Anthology
In the Blood, a mini-anthology of poems by Paul Zarzyski, Ciara Shuttleworth, and Red Shuttleworth, was published by Bunchgrass Press in a limited edition. The cover features a Ciara Shuttleworth oil painting.
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
NO RAIN: A Red Shuttleworth Chapbook
No Rain
a poetry chapbook by
Red Shuttleworth
No Rain, a new poetry chapbook by Red Shuttleworth, contains poems previously published in Suisun Valley Review and Roundup! (an anthology edited by Paul Andrew Hutton for La Frontera Publications in 2010).
No Rain is a limited (24 copies) edition chapbook for friends and collectors.
Thursday, July 12, 2012
THE SILVER STATE: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook
The Silver State
poems
Red Shuttleworth
Red Shuttleworth's newest poetry chapbook, The Silver State, is available in a limited (26 copies) edition. The six-poem collection contains "In Deep Bourbon Cover" (first published in chum), "Casino Oatmeal," "This Was Wild Horse Country," "The Heart Gnaws on Itself," "Old Silver... Aged Stars over Nevada... the Usual Bluff," and "Ghost Town Hotel."
Monday, July 9, 2012
THANATOS: The Limited Edition Chapbook
Thanatos
an eight poem suite
by
Red Shuttleworth
Red Shuttleworth's Thanatos, an eight poem suite, is temporarily available in a limited edition of 33. The cover features a Ciara Shuttleworth painting. Along with the poems are photographs and crayon sketches by Red Shuttleworth.
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
THE BEEF STATE; A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook
The Beef State
Nebraska Poems
by
Red Shuttleworth
Red Shuttleworth's The Beef State,
a limited edition chapbook
from Bunchgrass Press,
presents nine Nebraska poems.
a limited edition chapbook
from Bunchgrass Press,
presents nine Nebraska poems.
Wednesday, June 20, 2012
Johnny Ringo Breaks Loose as a Paperback
The paperback edition of Johnny Ringo, Red Shuttleworth's book-length poem about a savage outlaw life of gigantic proportion, is available... on Amazon.
Get Johnny Ringo.
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Sunday, May 27, 2012
THE GHOST OF OSSIE VITT: A Red Shuttleworth Poetry Chapbook
The Ghost of Ossie Vitt
a one poem chapbook
by
Red Shuttleworth
In the course of working on a book-length manuscript of poems based on the "Happy Birthday" and "Ghost of..." poems, plus the bio-sketch poems from the Brief Lives chapbook, it seemed that the Ossie Vitt poem was not going to make the cut... for various reasons. But I like the poem....
So... The Ghost of Ossie Vitt is now available as a limited edition (44 numbered and signed copies) chapbook.
Decades ago, poet / watercolorist Jim Hubert and I went down to Palo Alto to visit Kenneth Patchen's widow, Miriam. She showed us a few homemade, with beautiful painted covers, chapbooks that Patchen made from sheets of thin cardboard... the kind inserted at the backs of shirts by dry cleaning stores. I believe that Miriam Patchen sold or donated her collection of Kenneth Patchen's homemade books to Stanford University.
In this ugly epoch of ebooks and ejournals put out by inelegant folks, literary phonies, it makes a kind of sense to rebel and put out, even by self-publication occasionally, a chapbook using good paper... if only for a few friends.
Having a blog is a kind of cave-in to au currant technology, yes. So I am not without literary guilt.
Ossie Vitt was a man of a far different age. He was a tough old man when I met him. He'd played on the Tigers with Ty Cobb. Cobb and Vitt were old school baseball men. By 1940, the boys who would be The Greatest Generation were too soft and spoiled for the likes of Ossie Vitt and Ty Cobb. Vitt's 1940 Cleveland Indians, including future Hall of Fame pitcher Bob Feller, whined to ownership about Vitt being a hard-ass manager, one quick to blame, one who never praised. When I met Vitt, as a student at the San Francisco Examiner Baseball School around 1959, I taunted him about the Indians firing him. He growled back... about my deplorable fielding. Good days. The poem, the chapbook arrive out of memory. Rest in Peace, Ossie Vitt.
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Jessi Shuttleworth and Scabland Productions: FEBRUARY
Jessi Shuttleworth
SCABLAND PRODUCTIONS...
February
February
Scabland Productions is a New York film production company dedicated to telling singular stories about characters with grit, backbone, and depth. Scabland Productions collaborates with film artists to create cinematic visions that are revealing, raw, and honest.
The web site for Scabland Productions is: www.scablandproductions.com
Jessi Shuttleworth who has performed in film, television, and on stage, is completing the screenwriting program at American Film Institute. Jessi Shuttleworth is on IMDb.
Jessi Shuttleworth
Jessi Shuttleworth is the youngest daughter of poet/playwright Red Shuttleworth.
The first film from Scabland Productions, FEBRUARY, filmed in New York, Connecticut, Massachusetts, and in sagebrush-and-rock central Washington, premiered at the 2015 Sedona International Film Festival.
February
(check www.scablandproductions.com for updates)
ETHAN PHILLIPS
DAN SHAKED
PHYLLIS SOMERVILLE
BILL TUCKER
PRODUCTION STAFF (a partial list) for FEBRUARY:
CATHY HURST
Executive Producer
CIARA SHUTTLEWORTH
Producer
MICHAEL SWAIGEN
Director of Photography
HOLLY BOARDMAN
Set Decoration
TAYLOR BALTIMORE
Key Makeup Artist
ANNE MULHALL
Casting
Jessi Shuttleworth
Katherine Hiler and Phyllis Somerville
Haley Gasbarro, Jessi Shuttleworth, and Aidan Gasbarro
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Executive Producer
CIARA SHUTTLEWORTH
Producer
MICHAEL SWAIGEN
Director of Photography
HOLLY BOARDMAN
Set Decoration
TAYLOR BALTIMORE
Key Makeup Artist
ANNE MULHALL
Casting
Photographs from the Production of FEBRUARY:
Jessi Shuttleworth
Katherine Hiler and Phyllis Somerville
Haley Gasbarro, Jessi Shuttleworth, and Aidan Gasbarro
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