poe Tree: April 2016

Sunday, April 17, 2016

Are You an Important Poet?

I've always felt I was, but not many others felt that way. One writes poetry knowing their voice is sincere & brilliant. I write for the self, in the moment, & if anything comes of the piece later, that is nice although not the intension.

Happy Poetry Month!

(art from The Literary Life by Peter van Straaten)

Saturday, April 16, 2016

Migraineur Misfits Featured

Back in 2015, the Facebook page Migraineur Misfits featured my poem & a drawing of one of the symptoms I often suffer, which I refer to as being Cyclops-d.

Sinking into Extinction

I just read this in Sexus by Henry Miller: "Poets drop their stitches in the loom, straws for drowning men to grasp as they sink into extinction."

Friday, April 08, 2016

Make Poem

One of my poems in the St. Tammany Parish Poetry Boxes,
down by Bogue Falaya Park in Covington, Louisiana, in Spring of 2015.

About Me

Name: jimmy scoville

Location: down 'round New Orleans, Louisiana, United States

Now residing unevenly north of New Orleans, across The Lake & out in the backwoods with his little Catahoula mix dog, I am originally from the southern Oregon coast & have been a former A.P.E., tortilla baker in a Mexican foods factory, farmhand, political cartoonist, barista, sales clerk, beer-tender, performance poet, pizza maker, puller on a shrimp boat, bookseller, busboy in a Chinese restaurant, produce manager, massage bootlegger, playwright, library page, newspaper editor & reporter, filmmaker, etc. Often this blog will deal with Migraines & Seizures, which I am a daily sufferer. In addition to all that, twice I have almost died. Once when attempting to swim across Silver Creek (in the Rogue River valley of Oregon), I was caught by an undercurrent and carried a good distance towards the rapids. The second time was when I was driving with a friend up a Fire Service road to the fire lookout tower on Bald Knob (in the same region). The car fell off the mountain. Only a four-inch tree and two small boulders saved his car from falling several hundred feet. There were no other trees or rocks for fifty yards either way, keeping me alive to be read on this blog.

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