Monday, December 31, 2007


I do not profess to being a pro, but I love capturing the images that touch me and I believe I have a decent eye. All of my photos that I will be posting will be in January 2003 just so that they are centrally located.

I will continue to update over time.

Saturday, December 29, 2007

Poem: Asleep


Tick Tick Tick Tick
Count from Ground Zero
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Make believe hero
Tick Tick Tick Tick
God’s will is calling
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Baghdad has fallen
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Iraq and Iran
Tick Tick Tick Tick
A masquerade plan
Tick Tick Tick Tick
John Wayne as leader
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Weak, bottom-feeder
Tick Tick Tick Tick
A war of “no cost”
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Yet thousands are lost
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Britney and Simpson
Tick Tick Tick Tick
No one is listening
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Where is the fury
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Hide the true story
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Fear guides the masses
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Righteousness passes
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Public is lazy
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Torture grows hazy
Tick Tick Tick Tick
Enough is enough
Tick Tick Tick Tick
It comes down to us

(Alarm Bell)

Copyright SGW 2007

Tuesday, December 25, 2007

Wisdom on a Starbucks Cup

"Scientists tell us we only use 5% of our brains. But if they only used 5% of their brains to reach that conclusion, then why should we believe them?"

Joseph Palm

Monday, December 24, 2007

George Wirth: "Words and Music"

George Wirth: If you have seen him perform or listened to his CD, "The Lights of Brigantine," you probably considered closing your eyes just now and visualizing; seeing all the images George puts out on his musical canvass with each verse he plays.

The first time I saw George Wirth perform live, he inspired me to write poetry about his gift as a "Storyteller." Wirth sings: "Some let it all out. I keep it all down on the inside, way in the dark, where it belongs." When away from his guitar and harmonica, Wirth comes across as a quiet, unassuming observer rather than a focal point. I think he is watching, learning, taking notes, and beginning to piece together new tales to tell.

George Wirth is heavily influenced by the likes of Bob Dylan and the folk version of Bruce Springsteen, among others, , with a touch of a quieter Joe Cocker in his voice. His lyrics, though, are less abstract then Dylan's can be and more John Steinbeck in form. Wirth writes about hardships and life's challenges, but he does so with a vast array of pictures that represent sung photo albums of a life. Sometimes life is trying, but it goes on. Wirth's songs of then and now are moments captured in intricate detail. His "half smoked cigarettes," old faded pictures of youth buried away in a shoe box, sighs of resignation, roads "that turn from asphalt to sand," and the mill with "its never ending spin" notice the flashed by instances of life, and somehow they soften even the roughest of edges.

Wirth can show us hope, promise and love, too. In "Eisenhower Summer, 1952," he takes us back to a time of optimism that that era offered. The love of his life, Brenda, is shared with us in unpretentious songs such as "Old Dancing Fool" and the contented in anything if it is with you "Better Man." He also gives us something to wish for in his newer song, "Power Lines," in its metaphoric connectivity of the search for what, or who, makes us happy.

In his masterpiece, "Weight of Sin," Wirth sings of love, but also of frailty and why we fall short of the ideal in life. You will walk on water, he says, like a god, when you are sinless and able to leave behind the trials and scars of each day. We carry our burdens, they weigh us down, but there is something bigger than us to ease the weight. It is elusive. Is it God ... or love? Or both joined in some form?

George Wirth is a sanctuary from the white noise of the day, even as he portrays many days to us. The stage is a screen, and upon it are shown many reels of film George wishes us to take in. Sit down, close your eyes, listen ... words and music never revealed more.

Friday, December 21, 2007

Poem: Labor Pains

Labor Pains

Gestation times vary within certain ordeals
For the re-birth of life from which darkness conceals
A second chance granted in the depths of despair
At the vanquishing moments we appeal for repair
Time clips our wings by a mystery’s endeavor
We think we have answers; we think ourselves clever
Yet the path has its rhythms inconsistently flowing
Swept away by a faith built of trust ever-growing
As the child breathes in life from impossible blessing
Beholden to wonder mixed with fears of regressing
When the too many heartaches scar the mind to forget
And an emptiness breeds on a sea of regret
Chance to encounter what we’ve lost hope of finding
Where the sun meets our stare it is bound to be blinding
Yielding to forces quite beyond contemplation
Understanding will grow as to purpose and station
Story moves forward watching swiftly turned pages
As the dream turns a key to unlock all the cages
No point and no reason for a frustrated yelling
Embarking with questions but there’s time for the telling

Copyright SGW 2007

Antwone Fisher

I am unsure why I did not write something about Antwone Fisher the first time I saw the movie based on his life, directed by Denzel Washington. Maybe it is because I am not black, did not come from a broken home, and had a mother and father who I knew and shared a deep love with. Perhaps it is because I could not appreciate Antwone's hardships.

Having just finished watching the movie a second time, though, I feel gripped by Fisher's story and have a need to write about it just a little. Derek Luke does a remarkable job of portraying Antwone Fisher and I believe Washington's direction to be superb. The story tells itself in the watching, and I urge people to rent the DVD, but three scenes touched me deeply.

The first is obvious, as it is when Fisher realizes that his mother is not capable of being his family, yet he has discovered a warm and full bond there for his taking within the breast of his dead father's kin. Anyone who does not cry tears of joy when his grandmother takes him by the hand is not human.

More powerful are two other scenes. I alluded to his mother in the last paragraph, and the reality of her being unable to let Antwone past her guilt and regret is incredibly true and painful. Still, Antwone tells her what he has become; maybe not for her, but to fill in the gaps of his life by allowing himself to see what a strong and successful man he now is. He needs to know this and the emptiness his mother has left him with will not be enough to bring him down.

Joy Bryant, as his girlfriend, helps provide for the most gripping and unique scene of the movie; Antwone's first sexual experience that is not swollen with the bruises of abuse. It is rare for Hollywood to allow for the expression of a male's sexually abused past, and this movie wears the scene with tenderness and fragility. Luke gives us an exposed man who must trust Bryant's love and sweetness.

This movie is a beautiful portrayal of a difficult life that would not give up, but needs the help of a caring doctor (whose relationship with Antwone Fisher I do not feel I can do justice to), a loving girlfriend and a family that feels blessed to set wrongs they did not commit but were cheated by, too, set to right as best as they can.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

Festivus for the Rest of Us!

Not sure of the actual date, but I claim Festivus as my holiday of the season, so Happy Festivus.

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Poem: Anxiety Attack

Anxiety Attack

Hot and cold
At once, a pair
Strickened panic
Robust despair.

Anxious moments
Question filled
Nervous banter
Emotions spilled.

Desperate musings
Hopeless thought
Answers fleeting
Escape is sought.

Hiding lonely
Narrowed walls
Darkened bedroom
Spirit falls.

Heartbeat racing
Crying fear
Hunger fleeting
Confusion near.

Empty sorrow
Misplaced contempt
Afraid of living
Or some small attempt.

Frightened rigid
Gripped by gloom
Mind aflutter
Impending doom.

Moves uncertain
Sit or stand
Anxiety attacks
Crash to land.

Copyright SGW 1999

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Poetic Leanings

Yes, I am back. I used to post at a different location, but I have lost that site. Come back soon for poems and the like.

Update: I have posted less than half the poems and most of the reviews at this point. Give me a few more days if you see something missing that you remember from the old site. Depending on laziness and time, I might add a photography component, as I have many great shots from recent years. That will come later.

Oh, and Britney Spears, Paris Hilton, MTV, and Oprah Winfrey. Now that you googled and found my site, get some culture with a brain while you are here!