GONE BEYOND

(Oct. 14, 1894 ~Sept. 3, 1962)
e e cumming,American poet, painter, essayist, author, and playwright.

(self-portrait)
  paintings

"when god decided to invent
everything he took one
breath bigger than a circustent
and everything began
when man decided to destroy
himself he picked the was
of shall and finding only why
smashed it into because"
~ e.e. cummings 

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Jan.30, 1935 - Sept. 14, 1984
Novelist, poet, short story writer,
Richard Brautigan,wrote throughout his life.He began his career as a poet, with his first collection being published in 1957. He made his debut as a novelist with A Confederate General from Big Sur (1964), Brautigan would go on to publish numerous prose and poetry collections until 1982. He died, a suicide Sept.16, 1984 (aged 49)
Remembering Brautigan
by Allen Cohen
~*~

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September 18, 1970
Rock legend Jimi Hendrix became
one of the most successful and influential musicians of his era. He died of an accidental barbiturate overdose in London,age 27,

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TONY VAUGHAN
JUNE 15, 1947 ~SEPTEMBER 27, 2008
Tony Vaughan, beloved San Francisco poet artist, & musician left through the Golden Doors he
had dreamed of a short time before.

Celebrating a life well lived
by Tony Long

Memorial for Tony Vaughan,
S.F. poet, painter
by Jesse Hamlin

A THIEF of FLAMES
poems & paintings by Tony Vaughan

This is the beautiful book that his good friend, artist Diane Fenster created for him.

CERTAIN JUBILATION The animal wind the unbroken light shakes sound out of a forest & strikes a bitter heart with rare lightning. When a rooster talks to an elephant certain jubilation occurs. But when an enemy listens quite freely to an enemy, even earthworms can have wings. © Tony Vaughan from Rare Lightening One of the small booklets Tony enjoyed making for some of his poems.

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(March 31, 1943 - September 20, 2018)
MARLENE ARON

San Francisco Artist,poet,teacher,friend,
activist for Peace & Justice
Forever in our hearts

I'm going to make my Art
and that will be my protest.
I'm going to lift my face to the Sun
and that will be my protest.
I'm going to be thankful I can walk
on sand dunes
and pick up trash
and be grateful for the day
and talk to strangers...
and those will be my protests.
I'm going to make huge and small 
and profound works of Art
and paint lots of faces of my brother
because if he were alive
he would also protest.
I'm going to listen to Music that friends make
and laugh and share a drink
or a dessert
and make new friends
and talk to strangers
and smile at babies
and laugh with strangers
and share meals with friends -
and that will be my protest.
I'm going to listen to a cello
and close my eyes
and smile inside...
and that will be my protest.

We won't give up
and that will be our protest.
We'll keep going
and that will be our protest.
We'll laugh and drink 
and say hell with you
and write Poetry
and make Art
and make Love 
and walk on the beach
and be grateful for the Sun
and bare feet on sand dunes
and that will be my protest.
And that will be our protest.
And that will be our protest.