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Raymond Gibson

Location Hollywood, FL
Occupation sit-down comedian / pratfall tragedian
Website http://twitter.com/rgibson103

About Me

Raymond Gibson is a graduate of the creative writing MFA program at FAU. He won first place in the Florida Community College Press Association Magazine Competition of 2003 for best poem. His work can be found in Muse Thing: The Calliope Nerve Weblog, the May/June 2009 issue of Oak Bend Review, the Tiny Truths section of Creative Nonfiction #39, #41, #43, & #47 Nanoism 320, Three Line Poetry 5, The Loft's Writers' Block, the July/Aug. 2011 issue of THIS Literary Magazine, Sept. 2011 issue of Four and Twenty Poetry, V's Place, Squawk Back 47, BlastFace: A Hero's Magazine, the Spring/Summer 2012 issue of River Poets Journal, the April 2013 issue of Pirene's Fountain, and Rum Punch Press.

Why do you write?

For lack of a musician's ear or photographer's eye, I play with the nebulous substance between those two arts: words.

Any favorite authors? Books?

The Invention of Morel by Adolfo Bioy Casares, Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal, Ficciones by Jorge Luis Borges, Paris Spleen by Charles Baudelaire, The Moving Target & The Lice by W. S. Merwin, Blindness by Jose Saramago, Collected Poems by Edwin Muir, The Keeper of Sheep by Alberto Caeiro, Residence on Earth by Pablo Neruda, Tao Te Ching by Lao Tsu, House of Incest by Anaïs Nin, Ariel by Sylvia Plath (ed. Ted Hughes), Voices by Antonio Porchia, Midsummer by Derek Walcott, Herakleitos and Diogenes trans. Guy Davenport, Pictures from Brueghel by William Carlos Williams, Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett, The Lover by Marguerite Duras, the haiku of Kobayashi Issa, Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger.

Raymond Gibson's Wall

Raymond Gibson – Jan 22, 2013

And nothing in human philosophy persists more strangely than the old belief that God is always on the side of those who have the most revolvers. —Sandburg, "A Revolver"

Raymond Gibson – Oct 04, 2012

If the "public sector" can offer no solutions except locally, and barring any other viable "private sector" option, why run for "public" office at the "federal" level?

Raymond Gibson – May 18, 2012

Die Rose ist ohne warum; sie blühet, weil sie blühet / The Rose is without 'why'; she blooms, because she blooms —Angelus Silesius

Fred Osuna – May 12, 2012

Thanks for the thoughtful and constructive comments on "Storms," Ray!

Raymond Gibson – Apr 17, 2012

I am not interested in illustrating my time. A man's "time" limits him, it does not truly liberate him. Our age - it is one of science, of mechanism, of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mechanism of power and death. I see no point in adding to its mammoth arrogance the compliment of a graphic homage. —Clyfford Still

Raymond Gibson – Apr 10, 2012

Money is human happiness in the abstract: he, then, who is no longer capable of enjoying human happiness in the concrete devotes his heart entirely to money. —Schopenhauer

Raymond Gibson – Jan 16, 2012

The butterfly does not count years / but moments / and therefore has enough time. —Rabindranath Tagore

Raymond Gibson – Nov 23, 2011

They were not mad the melancholics / They were conquered digested excluded / By the denseness of practical monsters —Paul Eluard from "From the Depths of the Abyss" trans. Marilyn Kallet

Raymond Gibson – Oct 25, 2011

INSOMNIA

When the bird of sleep
thought to nest
in my eye

it saw the eyelashes
and flew away
for fear of nets.

—Abu Amir ibn al-Hammarah trans. Cola Franzen

Raymond Gibson – Aug 02, 2011

Greed is a cannibal.

Fred Osuna – May 30, 2011

Hey, Ray! Thanks for reading and faving "Beyond Penderecki." I appreciate that.

Susan Tepper – May 05, 2011

Raymond thank you so much for writing me that you saw and liked my story in This magazine. I think they're doing a great job and was so happy to get a story in there.

Raymond Gibson – May 02, 2011

When the war is over / We will be proud of course the air will be / Good for breathing at last / The water will have been improved the salmon / And the silence of heaven will migrate more perfectly / The dead will think the living are worth it we will know / Who we are / And we will all enlist again —W.S. Merwin

Raymond Gibson – Apr 08, 2011

Anonymous writes the best ballads.

Susan Tepper – Mar 31, 2011

Raymond, you made an interesting comment on my poem Dark Country which I only just saw today. Thank you so much! Will check out that poet you mentioned.

Mike Lynch – Mar 21, 2011

hi raymond,

enjoyed your collage, so i picked my way around your other work. good stuff man. dig the cut of your jib etc. heh.

keep it coming,
mike

Bill Yarrow – Feb 28, 2011

Hey, Raymond! Thanks for buying Wrench. I'm glad the publisher came through! Phew! Hope you enjoy it.

THIS Literary Magazine website will be back in a few days.

Raymond Gibson – Feb 07, 2011

Since he is too young / To know the way, I would plead: / "Pray, accept this gift, / O Underworld messenger, / And bear the child pick-a-back." —Yamanoue no Okura trans. Babette Deutsch

E. Victoria Flynn – Jan 18, 2011

Why do you write? Very good, very good, me too.

Raymond Gibson – Jan 16, 2011

Once there was two duppies warming themselves over the fire. So one said to the other, “Cubba gwine to married.” The other one said, “Cubba gwine to married? She don’ have frock, she don’ have coat. Shove fire, gi’ me story!” —Jamaican Ghost Story

Jack Swenson – Jan 11, 2011

Raymond, thanks for the read and comment on "Silent Summer." I appreciate it.

Raymond Gibson – Jan 11, 2011

Does anyone know if Lung Poetry Journal is still around, or has it gone defunct? There's been no word on its status since February of 2010. http://www.lungpoetry.com/index.html

Darryl Price – Jan 08, 2011

Glad you're here!

Fred Osuna – Jan 06, 2011

Welcome, Ray!

Matt DeVirgiliis – Jan 05, 2011

Raymond, welcome. We look forward to reading your work.

Robert Vaughan – Jan 04, 2011

Welcome to Fictionaut!

Jane Hammons – Jan 04, 2011

Hi Raymond. Take a look at the nano group for #cnftweet type things. And welcome!

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