Julia Vinograd, considered Berkeley’s unofficial poet laureate and known to many as the “Bubble Lady,” died Wednesday after struggling. LISTENING TO THE RADIO. I am listening to the radio. I am not listening to the radio. I am listening to the silence in my room behind the radio. I am the radio. JULIA VINOGRAD was born a native of Taurus w/Pisces rising in the coal and corn bread heart of West Virginia, in She writes, “I left school to pursue a.
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Her eyes are radiation blue. It’s raining between the worlds till there’s only mud in slow motion rolling down hills and out of mirrors calling to articulate mud.
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Views Read Edit View history. Vinograd returned to Berkeley in to find the Big Changes were in full swing. Poet, bubble lady, and a woman with a strong, creative visual sense. Icarus must’ve been blown off course and landed in the bay.
Julia Vinograd, the Berkeley poet known as ‘The Bubble Lady’ dies at 75
I want to plant cigars on Moe’s grave instead of flowers and see what grows, something will. Thanks so much for this and has truly made my day! This Debbie Vinograd painting is of Ming. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Photo courtesy of Julia Vinograd. You may use these HTML tags and attributes: It is available at Zeitgeist Press, which Julia Vinograd co-founded.
When fireworks and immigration were both legal; we wanted everyone to want us, it proved we were the best. But this 19 year old punkette had nothing else. This is Grandpa Ben. She has levers and lovers but finally chrome stands alone.
It became a contest for them — whose bubble was bigger, whose bubble had more motion, etc. I am not sure what that means unless it means that she wrote about the street in the figurative sense of the lower socioeconomic strata.
I know this jjulia — she probably could only exist in Berkeley. An important property of DNA is that it can replicate itself.
The river Lethe overflows its swollen banks, stranding shadows wrapped in plastic but still getting wet. Culture makes people yawn.
It’s raining between the worlds. She was so ordinary she would have been invisible except for the terrible light filling her face as she whispered “My son. Retrieved December 7, She was called a street poet. I am not listening to the radio. And you have a great big laugh like a fountain of furry fireworks that makes us all forget why we’re mad at you.
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Julia told Debbie stories ivnograd the marbles. Flying is so easy. She describes the first years of writing in Berkeley: All her polished surfaces shining as the skies darken. You hurt us and we’re glad to see you.
What a brilliant pacifist move! She loved the university. Like all the sad housewives sure their neighbors’ marriages were happy, watching afternoon soaps in empty houses with the blinds pulled down. Old movies rerun on TV over and over, but my days don’t come back. John Storey Julia Vinograd died last night.
I asked what sort of dog I was going to ask about fleas and she said well no, she herself, she did buy it in a shop but it smelled really horrible, please would that do? I will make sure that Julia gets this. I want to see Moe pissing all over that April fool Death that fools everyone. You’re one of us: Heyday Books,xv, pp.
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