Thursday, August 13, 2009

10 a day

At this exact moment all i can tell you is that my sweat hurts between my boot crammed toes as i walk the dirt trails lined above the highway where canals and white sky pervade eureka, to Kohls where ive worked 10 hours for 2 days in a row, and i will keep this up until sunday. Yesterday i woke up at 5:15 and walked a half a mile to the mall, where i did hard pointless labor for near minumum wage (6:00 to 4:30) and afterwards got a ride close so i could walk to my bank. My feet no longer have feeling, so i hobbled through the store collecting 40 pounds of groceries such as dates chocolate bar, pork, green beans and coconut taste nirvana to get a guy that didn't want to double bag so i did it myself. After sitting at the table talking with my mom for a few minutes deciding that my outlets in the world are to have not the need for an outlet yet my senses becoming light as feathers and have the mad unfair world unexist, so with that thought i lugged the paper bags of tea bottles and pears, for a half a mile, resting ever couple blocks, 10 hours of labor wearing down in my veins, and nothing like cars driving by and laughing as you feeling like curling up in an oil slick to die, but by the time i made it up my white rickety stairs to my apartment, id reached my destination, how about that and alive too. Id been sleeping on a hammock lately off the ground and seeing my girl friend only at the late night hours when i am dead tired and have to wake up at 5 the next morning. All of this labor and sweat, and pointlessness, intermixed with growth of course inevitably as a human yet why should one have to slave away for money (money is a note loaned to the gov by the federal reserve with interest in that for the last century our taxes have gone directly into their pockets) so all in all i cant think that while everyone in war prisons are getting torchered, or that everything ive ever been taught is a lie, or how money and religeon are the biggest scams, because everyting is an illusion and therefore unimportant.


http://www.astrangedelicateflower.com/

Friday, January 23, 2009

homeless poet's new book

attention to my new book a strange delicate flower, http://www.lulu.com/content/5827966 link to book and beans and my homeless notebook for your eyes, and judgement.


FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE
A rare story on the literary streets.
By Craig Bowman
A vivid tale of his experience in journals day to day trying to survive on the streets of L. A. Strange Delicate Flower is the novel it created.
Author Craig Bowman’s book, A Strange Delicate Flower is a unique homeless experience never captured in such an inventive spontaneous form through a riveting young writer.
Los Angeles, CA - Dec.1st, 2008 -?Publishing releases Strange Delicate Flower (Paperback, US$ , ISBN# ?).
Imagine coming into a city with intentions of living inside when something terribly changes causing you to spin wildly through the lost world of LA until you are sucked into the arms of a con artist just to get inside for a couple weeks, then inevitably it ends when rent isn’t paid and you end up living on the beach. Then see what its like through the eyes of a hobo meeting all the homeless on an epic of survival in bum land where weird settings meet the ocean.
This is not a fairy tail picture but an actual journal document of Craig Bowman‘s story, author of the new book A Strange Delicate Flower. From March to December of 2007, Bowman woke outside in cold self survival wondering how he could ever get himself out of the situation. Then he meets a girl in a van, in which they both fight homelessness together for months to survive poetically. The battle encounters weirdoes attempting to suck him in, vagrancy that propels him out of cafes with teary eyes, an impossible task of finding a home, in a world where homeless culture is superfluous and invisible, he dives deeper into poverty. He embraces minimalism of food, sleep without shelter during grips of chilly desert nights. The difficulty is convincing himself that hope rises above his fast slipping sanity. A raw essence is captured intensely at quintessential moments of homelessness in each story of his journal. Well into the seasons his writing uncovers truth in his hobo companions encompassing rare secrets proving mysteries to most human beings. This life style's connection signifies importance in relationships of struggle in times of desperation.
In the depth of his challenging battle, Bowman suddenly attains hope. Provides himself with a chance to save him and his girl friend from disaster, in an outrageous turn of events that makes your veins quiver. Lessons of courage stream out of his shocking experiences with desperate madmen all trying to survive. The dark answers of the soul emerge for glimmering moments of realization when reaching his homeless breaking point, changing his life forever.
Strange Delicate Flower is not just a story of one man’s journey of homelessness but the spiritual lessons of pain and suffering into a remarkable literary achievement. Following his experience, author Bowman has changed the perspectives of citizens with his story in many settings of life in hope to enlighten about the extreme homeless situations in LA.
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