Miami, FL 6220 Miles // Zach’s Road
Before I get into the poem I’ve selected from Zach’s work I’d like to comment on his photographs lately. It is getting harder and harder to decide which ones to pull from his collections. I find myself falling into more and more of them, perhaps his photographic voice is becoming parallel with his poetic voice? Have they merged? After 6,220 miles, it would be hard not to morph into something. Whatever it is, it’s gorgeous. First,... Read More
Jason Polan draws YOU
What a happy accident, how I found out that Jason Polan is drawing every person in New York. I was doing my usual stalking of Zachary Schomburg and look! he’s up there, doing a reading on 9th street in NYC last August. I found myself scrolling and scrolling through his drawings of the people around him and didn’t even realize I had been captivated. What a little hermit he must be, stealing glances and quickly drawing so as not to be noticed.... Read More
Chicago, ILL 4840 miles // Zach’s Road
I found a group of hollowed-out opera singers growing trees inside themselves. They were all wearing red flannel. When I looked inside one, there was a perfectly functional ecosystem, some birds, some fire. When I looked inside another, there was a smaller opera singer, and inside him was a lumberjack, sharply dressed, hollowing out a tree. Excerpt from The Man Suit by Zachary Schomburg. This is a small piece of one of my favorites from Mr. Schomburg.... Read More
Lewisburg, PENN 3960 Miles // Zach’s Road
First of all Zach is moving very quickly. In the past week he’s bounced from Queens to Atlantic City, Princeton to Philly. I love the mix of images here. Zach seems like one who would casually sip coffee at a cemetery. There was a time in my life when I lived in the burbs that I took my lunches at a local graveyard. It was nice, quiet, and heavy. The 10% that was creepy/odd is what kept me coming back. My friends humored me one hot summer... Read More
St. Louis 2326 Miles // Zach’s Road
I found a black hole behind the abandoned hotel. When I pushed you into it you just kept falling right there at its infinite lip. You looked like the second hand of a clock without a clock. You looked like an arm uncrossing. OOOOOOOOOO OOO That’s the sound you made. Excerpt from Scary, No Scary by Zachary Schomburg. Info about this road-borne poetry series here. Zach is in the midwest, I really love the self-portraits he’s been taking.... Read More
Denver 1446 Miles // Zach’s Road
I suppose I should tell you I’ve finally been fired from the globe factory. I’d been putting beaches in North Dakota for two months. Before that, it was mountains. When I was on map duty, I put a fairground next to our neighborhood. I thought it would help. I could have spent an entire week there painting your face. Remember when I took you to see Kansas City? That was Omaha. Excerpt from The Man Suit, by Zachary Schomburg. Let me explain... Read More