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BOOKS
Night Bridges
self-published
— 2000
ANTHOLOGIES
16th & Mission Review
Seven7h Tangent Press
multiple issues
— 2007-2009
20 Years
16th & Mission
2003 — 2023
(Anniversary Edition)
Seven7h Tangent Press
—2023
Occupy SF:
Poems from The Movement
Jambu Press
— 2012
Out Of Our
multiple issues
—2010-2013
William Everson Tribute
— 2008
ONLINE
-Evergreen Review-
The New San Francisco
Poetry Underground
—2010
DOCUMENTARIES
“Sweet Onion Salad”:
San Francisco Poetry, Music,
And Other Words
by Richard Gutierrez
— 2010
Rock Paper Scissors
(Roshambo)
by Richard Gutierrez
— 2013
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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Throughout his illustrious career as top-teir Insomniac,
Jonathan has spent the majority of his waking hours
in Faustian pursuit of illusory answers.
Particularly humanity's role in, or profound insignificance in,
the universal structure/construct of Time & Space...
despite how species-centric, self-referential, and
undeniably convoluted that may be.
He was born in Bogota Colombia,
spent his childhood & adolescent years in New Jersey,
lived in New Orleans for 5 Years, then New York City for 5 More.
He was a member of the San Francisco/Bay Area writing & arts community
for a little over 10 years,
then left to spend some time in the San Juan Mountains of Colorado.
Rumor has it...
he was attempting to find "normalcy", whatever that is.
Sadly, yet unsurprisingly it didn't take!
He now wanders the globe in his irreversible "human suit"
pretending to fit in.
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For as long as I can remember I’ve always been on a search for the greater idea/concept of "HOME". Some kind of feeling of belonging/arrival. I’ve always felt awkward, and out of step with humanity. Like a foreigner to Life itself. Out of place in this country, the many towns I’ve lived, with friends & family, in my own skin, my body, my gender; my very consciousness, itself, feels congested with contrastive perspectives, the multitudes all arguing with endless conviction. I’ve become, throughout the years, more of a spectator, an impartial observer, so to speak; a witness & interpreter to Life, rather than a participant 'of'.
Consider me, if you will: An Apolitical & Socially Phobic Revolutionist. An Anarchist Of The Heart & Mind. Cartographer Of The Soul. A Hopeless & Hapless Romantic. A Self-Possessed Writer. Out Of Work Actor. Part-Time Therapist. Full-Time Blowhard. That Guy Who Built That Place, Once. Hack Philosopher? Failed Newlywed(to the second power). De Facto Hermit. Some Schmo From New Jersey. Or whatever taxonomical device others wish to employ towards my character. Meh!!! There is a much larger story than categories & titles.... I'm Just Here Gathering.
LOVE is what brought me to poetry, and it is in LOVE I continue to find my greatest cause to write. However, I am a science obsessed individual, viewing LIFE more as a puzzle, whose completion, I feel, is not only worthy of pursuit, but quite possibly, through enough collective dedication & constant reinvention of perspective, the 'unlocking of' may just occur.
Many Self-Appointed Critics (not unlike myself *wink-wink*) may call me out, claiming "bullshit" to the high heavens, but I refuse to accept The Human Condition as a 'shrugged shoulder', as just some random experience inextricably linked to time and the corporeal realm of pleasure & pain. I suppose I’m far too willing to sacrifice my participation in order to gain a greater communion with truth, but this unrelenting dilemma of Artist/Scientist, who must kill the subject he dissects, has bitten down on my heart and has refused to let go.
I cannot deny… this process certainly has its fair share of: drawbacks, spiritual rabbit holes, dangerous mental fissures, and a myriad of emotional deaths & rebirths--but I proceed with smile despite, and to spite, the tears.
I take Biology, Biochemistry, Evolutionary Biology, Cosmology, Geology, Physical & Cultural Anthropology, Archeology, Ethno-Botany, Zoology, Crypto-Zoology, Astrophysics, Archaeoastronomy, Paleontology, Psychology, Parapsychology, Mathematics & Theoretical Physics and blend them with Comparative Religious Theory, World Mythology & Folklore, Linguistics, Personal Metaphysical Experiences (Psychonautics), & Global Philosophical & Political Analysis… and try to make some asinine sense of it all.
By the way…. Did I Mention LOVE? ??
Writing is the only way I know best to converse with myself and others. I was shy most of my life, barely speaking among my peers until my later years. Hiding in corners & shadows to avoid the questioning thoughts of others. Still am to a degree, probably more paranoid than ever, but working on it.
I choose writing, I suppose… because it chose me. The chicken & the egg thing.
The role of 'The Poet' is a tenuous one; a slight of hand trick. Out of a lifetime of hard work & inspired craft, you might get remembered for a maximum of two lines, arbitrarily regurgitated by some recently inaugurated Politician at a lucite podium.
That being said... the Expressive Being: the Musician, the Writer, the Painter, the Sculptor, the Interpreter, the 'Artiste'--is needed, must be listened to, holds rank high above kings & queens, because Metaphor IS our Best Teacher.
“Every fact of science was once damned.
Every invention was considered impossible.
Every discovery
was a nervous shock to some orthodoxy.
Every artistic innovation
was denounced as fraud and folly.
The entire web of culture & progress,
everything on earth that is man-made
and not given to us by nature,
is the concrete manifestation
of someone’s refusal to bow to Authority.
We would own no more, know no more,
and be no more
than the first apelike hominids
if it were not for the rebellious, the recalcitrant,
and the intransigent.
As Oscar Wilde truly said,
‘Disobedience was man’s Original Virtue.”
― Robert Anton Wilson
OTHER’S THOUGHTS
“It’s mostly lies.
Leavened with rumor
and conjecture.”
~Urag gro-Shub
“Facts do not cease to exist
because they are ignored”
~ Aldous Huxley
“All great truths
begin as blasphemies”
~ George Bernard Shaw
“Do not praise your own faith
exclusively
so that you disbelieve
all the rest.
If you do this
you will miss much good.
Nay, you will miss
the whole truth of the matter.”
~ Ibn Arabi
“Are not the enemies
made by truth,
better than the friends
obtained by flattery”
~ Akhenaten
“I prefer to be
true to myself,
even at the hazard of
incurring the ridicule
of others,
rather than be false,
and incur
my own abhorrence.”
~ Frederick Douglas
“Fact is not truth,
but a poet who willfully
defies fact
cannot achieve truth.”
~ Robert Graves
“The opposite
of a correct statement
is a false statement.
But the opposite
of a profound truth
may well be
another profound truth.”
~ Niels Bohr
“Some truths
are unspeakable,
as they will alter the path
of that truth
through having been given
voice.
The burden then becomes
the strength & selflessness
that is required
to maintain silence.”
~ J.S.
“Those who are able to see
beyond the shadows and lies
of their culture
will never be understood.
Let alone,
believed by the masses.”
~ Plato
“I think now, looking back,
we did not fight the enemy;
we fought ourselves.
And the enemy was us.”
~ Platoon (Oliver Stone)
“I imagine
one of the reasons
people cling to their hate
so stubbornly
is because they sense,
once hate is gone,
they will be forced
to deal with the pain.”
~ James Baldwin
“I don’t make jokes,
I just watch the government
and report the facts.”
~ Will Rogers
“Every Writer
is a frustrated actor
who recites his lines
in the auditorium of his skull.”
~ Rod Serling
“Think lightly of yourself
and deeply of the world.”
~ Miyamoto Musashi
“To study and not think
is a waste.
To think and not study
is dangerous.”
~ Confucius
“Discoveries are being made
which show we know
less than we thought.
A discovery doesn’t necessarily
increase our knowledge.
It increases an acute awareness
of our own ignorance.”
~ Pierre-Simon de Laplace
In all of nature,
if you were to look for
the thumbprint of God,
Language is the best candidate”
~ Terence McKenna
“We were never meant to
replace the riddle
with solving the riddle.”
~ Richard Grossinger
“They should have sent a Poet.”
~ Contact (Carl Sagan)