Artisan – Post 76 – The King Flower

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 76

The King Flower


I am the king flower, the dandelion waiting, the orchid the poppy pollinating. I am the wolf poppy I cry in the night desperate for sleep. I walk unknown hours in the late summer sleep, the lunar eclipse, the blood moon. Where is she forever? When does the madness go back to dream? To surrealist whisper to stream of conscious orgasm? Who is she my love and where does he cry virtue? How loud? How unheard forgotten? I met her on a Sunday I met her in the afternoon, I met her slowly dancing in a fantasy, in reality, she stroked my beard. Do not love as Christ does, only protect yourself, but call it government! I am the gentle gypsy impoverished artistic poetic. And who Is she my love? And what is companionship without ego? Without hatred? Without love? I am the King Flower, sniff my perfume, adore my beauty!

Oh to the rhythm to the rhyme

Who shall we call her? The one that was love, the love that Jesus spoke that the poets wrote that the Beatles sang that is vicodin and rum and disaster. To whom shall I sing now? To whom shall I write? To whom are the rhythm and the rhyme, she is Amy, she is Amber, he is Brian, he is Michael, he Is Joe. They are my muse my forgotten passion of the poem. O’ to the rhythm and the rhyme, to Emerson and Thereau, to the Buddha, to Rumi, to Plato. From the darkest depths of drunkenness to the wine that was his blood. I am the apostle sacrifice my body is my bread. O’ to virtue and justice and America and all that other bullshit raised by the Pledge of Allegiance the Our Father the spare the rod and damn take the beating. O’ to the master thief the false prophet the robber baron the Tea Party the Cicinelli the pot smoke protestors still damning the mentally ill. O’ to prozac and Hitchcock to meaningful movies, to I love taffy and taffy loves my ass. O’ to Vogue to Cosmopoliton to woman looking at photos of woman wondering why? O’ to the death and destruction to the foreign capital interest, to the puppet government, to the Shaw, to Noriega, to Pinochet. O’ to the dissident to private meetings in random houses closed down and disappeared by the FBI to why are you a communist? An anarchist? A terrorist? Why don’t you watch football? Why don’t you shoot guns? Why don’t you like war? O’ to my God, have you failed me? You have failed me before. O’ to the rhythm of thousands of years from the Cuneiform to the bathroom wall. O’ to the rhyme.

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Chronicles – Taking on the AA Cult

Chronicles – Taking on the AA Cult

By Dan Joyce ©2016


‘AA lawsuit


I have been a member of Alcoholics Anonymous for over 30 years. During this time period I have constantly been pressured by individuals and groups in the organization to refuse psychiatric and psychological treatment including taking prescribed medicine for my bipolar condition resulting in enormous hospital, psychiatrist and therapy bills as well as harassment by several of it’s members. I would like for AA to stop this practice as it appears evident in all groups I have attended all over Southern California.

As I said, I spent 30 years in the organization. During which and only during which resulted in countless suicide attempts almost always as a result of member and group direction not to cooperate with psychiatric and psychological treatment. I have witnesses nearly 50% of the members in the organization are forced into this by the criminal court system to a cult that claims God as a cure all. When told of the attempts, none of its members comforted me, instead they taunted me for not being able to do it. AA’s are trained only to speak highly of the organization by the criminal court system. The policy of “anonymity” inhibits them from discussing or speaking publicly regarding illegal or unethical activity. Again, i know to you I am mentally ill. Do not make the person the claim! Check my facts! I encourage you too! The truth is the truth no matter who says it. The very foundation of AA replaces “spirituality” for psychiatric and psychological treatment. Do your research if you don’t believe me. Also, check into the suicide rate. AA itself keeps no statistics. However, only 5% are considered successful in their programs. What happens to the rest? As you as an attorney know, practicing medicine without a license is both a civil and criminal offense. I have 30 years of hospital and psychiatric bills following those suicide attempts to hold them accountable for. They have even filed a false police report claiming I had a gun. It’s not just a lawsuit to me, it is my life. In my years in AA, I have witnessed an enormously high suicide rate I believe to be a result of this. It will be sad if no one hears my case and this dangerous practice continues. If you are wondering why I continued to go, despite their policies of “anonymity,” they became highly involved with my family to pressure me legally and financially into attending their meetings, going to their rehabs and living in their sober livings. I am clean and sober with several successful efforts including an 18 year period, however the harassment has continued.

What I have learned in those 30 years is that abstinence and only abstinence is the only successful practice for remission alcoholism and/or drug abuse, not God, although I am a practicing Christian. Support groups are helpful as we know that alcoholics and drug addicts are highly susceptible to peer pressures, but only in healthy pressured ways. If medicine is required for other ailments it should have no affect on sobriety as neither cigarettes nor caffeine intake seems to have an affect, both are encouraged in the program. It will be sad if no one hears me and this dangerous practice continues.


“Omg! You attempted suicide?! How long ago? “

“Several times, always during my membership in the organization. One of them even offered me a gun to do it. After the first one I was in a coma for 3 days and they taunted me for not being able to do it! I just need to find an attorney brave enough to take them on. I’m going to start filing suits against individuals, then groups”

“Yeah, I don’t condone AA. They’re essentially a cult brainwashing vulnerable people with their groupthink ideology. Do you have money to retain an attorney? They’re not free, unfortunately.”

“Civil suits are usually handled on a contingency basis, often settled out of court and a retainer is not needed. Do the research on the suicide rate in the organization. It’s horrendous! I’m going to offer 30% of the settlement. I have been copying and pasting that text to attorneys and referral services. You would like the case I have. Everything sounds like a conspiracy itself, but I can attain records and call witnesses. I’ve contacted several lawyers, lawyer referral services and Jacoby and Meyers. The internet is great. Turns out that practicing medicine without a license is both a civil and criminal offense.”

“Well, that could be said for supposed ‘doctors’ prescribing marijuana Rx licenses to stoners. I wish they’d crack down on those hedonistic dispensaries & clinics & have a legitimate medical office/doctor prescribe it & retrieve it from a legitimate pharmacy with educated pharmacy techs to distribute and advise on weed prescriptions.”

“No, those guys are licensed unfortunately.”

“By who? The state? How are they able to prescribe weed, but not antibiotics?”

“I’m going to buy some cigarettes. Right now, I am focusing on my AA case. What do you call a case where the attorney accepts part of the settlement for his fees?”

“Pro bono”

“No, that’s when they work for free.”

“Did the cigarette & poison skull perturb you from buying smokes? If so, I’m glad. Save the money for a coffee & a donut instead.”


“Don’t be so naive. She’s a counselor, not an attorney. You won’t be able to speak to one at this time of night on a weekend. C’mon, get real!

“She’s putting me online with one right now!”

“Really? That quickly?”

“The attorney just called me. He says I have a case for Harassment, but I have to find someone who handles that.”

“Jesus f*ckng Christ!”

“The small man is the most important person in society, because without the small man, the whole code of our society becomes very small.”

“True. Right on! I gotta volunteer some for Bernie. I cannot stay in this country if Hillary or Trump win. Seriously!”

“I just heard from Larry H. Parker.”

“Larry H. Parker? What about ‘Better Call Saul’ from Breaking Bad? Lol!”

“Laugh all you want! I’m taking to lawyers, aren’t I? Did you know practicing medicine without a license is both a civil and criminal offense. If I can establish it as a common practice of the organization…”

“Don’t smoke!”

“BTW AA encourages me to smoke, there is a smoking break in nearly every meeting as well as coffee.”

“But did AA practice medicine? I doubt it. THAT will be hard to prove.

“I can hold the organization responsible for the common practice of it’s members.”

“Now that is your Ace card. That they did do to you.”

“It has been a policy in nearly every group and speaker meeting I’ve been to

“I can also sue the individual groups. Damn, I don’t know how many messages I’ve sent. Come Monday, the phone will be ringing off the hook from lawyers.!”

“Hopefully your Obama phone won’t falter & will prove to be reliable next week. I could use one for my stupid traffic ticket. It’s a silly cell phone ticket that I cannot afford to pay. And I was not guilty of talking to nor texting someone. The cop was a dick fulfilling some stupid quota.”

“Don’t talk on your cell phone while driving! It’s dangerous.”

“I didn’t! That is why I’m fighting the ticket. Plus he was an asshole!”

“Be sure to tell the judge that the officer was an asshole! That will really help your case!”

“I know! I just want to get out of this one!”

“Call Saul! Of course he can’t help much because he’s basically fictitious!”

“Are you having another sleepless night?”


“It is the Spring Equinox. Perfect time to start a war. Iraq war began today 15 years ago.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“You’re starting a legal one.”


“Any luck?”

“Just one guy told me to contact the state bar association to enact AA’s practices. I know AAs policies, the problem is that there is no defined structure or central point. Therefor they claim no responsibility for the organizations activities at all.”

“Do they pay taxes?”

“No taxes, it is considered a nonprofit organization. However, the founder maintained the rights to the Big Book that is required reading for all members. He gave the copyright to his mistress after he died. Turns out the spiritual guru founder was a chronic womanizer.”

“The Big Book? That’s their bible isn’t it?

“Yes, some call it a bible and it is commonly manipulated as such. It is practice that your sponsor reads it and interprets it for you. The basic text of it is only 164 pages, but they make it say whatever they want you to believe.”

“Stick it to ’em! I hate groupthink organizations. I also can’t stand TED talks. The whole system is patting each other on the back: local, state & fed gov’t with these cult-like group orgs that prey on poor, vulnerable people looking for guidance, assistance and/or help. No different from religion, really. Do you know Jack Grisham? Singer for TSOL. He is a hardcore AA sponsor, member and speaker. He travels all over the nation for AA meetings to speak to alcoholics and drug addicts. I wonder if he gets paid to do these speeches?”

“I’ve a seen him speak, but I don’t know him. Most AA speakers don’t get paid, they usually make money from recovery homes and other AA based businesses that are labeled “separate” from AA. However, such businesses rely upon AA members to make their money. Detoxes and rehabs work the same way. It is a multi-billion dollar industry. they incorporate AA and the Big Book in their practices. Although AA principles quote “no affiliation” When I was 22 a rehab charged my family $60,000 to give me a room and read me the big book. I got drunk in there twice. It is estimated that 99% of recovery businesses, hospitals, detoxes, recovery homes, etc.. are 12 step. Although AA claims “no affiliation” the organization is monopolizing the industry with their cult religion. Do you know if there are any laws on cult activity?”

“No I don’t think there are.”

“There were no laws established on cult activity following the Jonestown massacre. However laws on coercion do and already did exist. I believe if I can establish that their legal and financial involvement with my family, I can establish a case for coercion. That and the death threats I received when I left the organization. They also physically threatened me several times, that can be considered coercion. But I have to establish that the threats were made to keep me in the organization. That might be difficult.”

“You received death threats?”

“Yes, at least three, when I spoke publically on facebook about their illegal activity.”

“From who?”

“I guy named Dennis, a guy named Pat and a guy named Sean, all members of AA. They have all been reported with the Fullerton Police Department. If this cops kept the records, that can help my case.”

“To be perfectly honest, this sounds like it’d be more of a legal possibility and incentive for an attorney’s interest if you had more people involved as in a class action lawsuit.”

“By suing one individual or one group at a time I can call public attention therefore attracting more victims for a class action suit. It will be hard to find a lawyer willing to fight this case though because AA boasts such a great public record. Celebrities, politicians, even sports figures are all proud members of the organization, like the Scientologists. I have already written one attorney who handles class action suits. I’ve already spoken to two attorneys willing to listen. the first suggested finding a lawyer specific to such cases, but he did say I have a case. the second suggested contacting the state bar association.

“While the organization has no structure, it is notoriously a hierarchy. By taking individuals and individual groups, I can take on the pyramid one brick at a time.

“I can start with Mo’s Fullerton Music Men’t Stag of AA for harassment, then go on to the Fullerton Alano Center. From there, I have a list of groups I have attended all over southern california who have adopted the same practices. Once the practices are established, I can claim the organization as a whole. Mo’s and the Alano club are considered more moderate meetings. If I can get them, the rest will be easyMo’s group holds a campout once a year and encourages the usage of guns many are reported to be illegal weapons.They have harassed me the most, coming to my parent’s house late at night and scared my family, showing up at my work and threatening me also at my gym, finding me in an undisclosed apartment. and of course, a multitude of physical threats. Of course I will have to go after their attorney. If the members of the organization are anonymous, how can they justify their attorney getting involved with my family and taking money from my 70 year old mother? The main thing is that in spite of it’s lack of structure, it is a notorious hierarchy. My strategy is to attack the pyramid one brick at a time until I have enough to fault the entire organization. It’s not going to be easy. This family lost their case and their daughter was murdered in AA. 12 Step Murder


Note: This is a true story. The incidents and names are all true and fact. My female friend in the conversation will remain anonymous for her obvious safety. Many people all across the country may be going through the harassment and coercion I am speaking of and suffer, not to mention the countless cases of sexual abuse and domestic violence I have seen in those rooms. Modern scientific studies are showing different results regarding AA’s theory of the “disease” of alcohol and that moderation and will power are more successful in quitting. In fact, those studies are showing that more people die after attempting sobriety in AA than alcoholics who have never gone at all. There is no scientific proof that alcoholism is actually a disease nor is it genetic as AA claims it to be. However, the recovery industry lobbies our government to say different. The 12 steps have nothing to do with drinking at all. Instead they are a highly recruiting basis for a religious cult. If this or anything you have read concerns you contact local politicians and authorities. AA boasts only a 5% success rate for its members, what happens to the rest?

AA – A Vision for You

“Ok Polly Anna, what am I supposed to do? Sit back and take it while some sponsor holds my hand? I’ll spell it out for you sister! I’ve got guys that boast guns stalking me! I’ve had physical and legal threats! I’ve got a lawyer from AA fucking up my family! I’ve had legal harassments, financial rip-offs claiming I’m being of service! Bosses in the organization cheat me on fair wages and goods and services! They’ve sold me run down group homes, rehabs, expensive hospitals, forced institutionalization. They’ve exploited my illnesses. They’ve unfairly banned me from nearly all the groups! I’ve seen a suicide rate that is sky rocketed. They’ve intentionally gotten lovers and friends loaded on drugs. All on a blind cultish faith that tells them they’re on a mission from God that can do no wrong and I say it’s bullshit! Because I’ve been in the organization for thirty years and they want to silence me, because all I’ve seen of them all my life is that

In a study taken by AA of 100 alcoholics attending AA meetings to get sober,
After one year, 5 stayed sober, 56 were still drinking and 39 were dead.


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Artisan – Post 75 – The Time Is A Tickin’ And I’m A Missin’ A Hearin’ A Message From You

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 75

The Time is a Tickin’ and I’m a Missin’ a Hearin’ A Message from You


Chords: E A Bm E


I did you great wrong

So I’m singin’ this song

I even offered bad art

But I heard nothin’

And no responsin’

Not even the Sound of a Fart



The Time is a Tickin’

And I’m a Missin’

A Hearin’ a message from you

I know I done wrong

So I wrote you this song

So I won’t a feelin’ so Blue


I wrote you some letters

To make you feel better

I know my attitude sucked

And I spilled my guts

To sound like a nut

But you don’t even give a fuck!



I’m nearin’ my end

To make you a friend

So we can sing harmony

So if you talk to me

And if you forgived me

Just think of how better it be

Chorus 2x


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Artisan – Post 74 – Seen Through The Eyes Of The Blind

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 74

Seen Through The Eyes Of The Blind


By far the favorite person in my life today is a blind hard of hearing, former Vietnam Vet I call Craig. Craig has been on disability income most of his life, has no immediate family, no job, no children… but to him it is always a beautiful day, an excellent meal, sometimes a chocolate snack to make it perfect. To him, we live the life. His sense of freedom and joyous nature struck me profound.

Today, Craig was tested for dementia and I wonder how much that leads to his inner peace and happiness. Do we have to be completely obliterated insane to appreciate our world? the dog eat dog, the rat race, the keeping up with the Jones’, the lovers leading to heartache, the income tax, the puppets and the politics, the deadlock traffic, the dead-end job or lack of employment? Is our world so bad, that one would literally have to be blind to enjoy seeing it? But still with some sight he sees. He sees the flowers grow, the grass turn green and the sunset on the porch so beautifully. It makes me think of wise words I once learned as an artist, “With all its shams, drudgery and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world.” Someday, I will truly miss it.

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Artisan – Post 73 – The Tragedy Of Samson And Delilah

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 73

The Tragedy Of Samson And Delilah


I walked the earth for several years

Nothing greater than I to fear

No battle lost, not here, nor there

With nothing stronger than my hair

I was king to Philistines

Before I met her of my dreams

Her beauty yielded in my heart

She was a focus of my art

Yet when at first she tempted me

I scoffed her off and let her be

Again she tried again she failed

My strength was mightier I hailed

But then one night one evil night

I lay in her bed by candlelight

She tempted me amidst an air

Then took a knife and cut my hair

My strength was gone. My will was weak

I turned and kissed her on the cheek

Then lost to women, wine and song

I faired I would not be as strong

Take me Lord and hear my cry

That not another day go by

Without your grace to guide my fight

And I shall love you as I die

And so I tore the pillars to part

With Grace and Strength within my heart

They buried me inside a tomb

Inscribed by love and lover’s doom.

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Artisan – Post 72 – Jazzy Luv

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 72

Jazzy Luv


She walked uninhibited searching sexy strolling singing sounding like a flugelhorn slowly belting a sad song. All the night’s lonely Absolut vodka and orange juice medical marijuana and men looting her loft as age approaches wisdom never losing beauty and they called her Jazzy Luv. Dazed and ambient saxophone playing to the tune of lost years drown tears and a radio that has long lost its’ place in the new millennium. She once loved. I’m sure she did and now she tries and tries again. Taken advantage of by all the wrong men. Talked to the preacher on the television milking money promising, promising, promising… How does the night fool you? How does the darkness confuse? Where in his giving tree is in it for me?

Take me lonely one to the mythology of Plato, to the soul of the mate, to the stereo-driven seduction to the clubs of New York to the beaches of Venice, to the dive pit bar located south of the barrio and we’ll call it Jazzy Luv and we’ll call it ageless beauty and will call it a Greek tragedy and we’ll call it the meaning of life. Bury me in the depths of my own seduction that we are not a fantasy that we are not a melody that we are a syncopation bebop rhythm and blues of the bluesiest blues together know my name and call her Jazzy Luv.

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Artisan – Post 71 – The Satellite Earth

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 71

The Satellite Earth


“The world is a cancer” wrote Henry Miller. I seek to redefine, I smoke to redefine, I kill the czar, I kill capitalism, I kill Christ to redefine. Who is the angered soul? Who smokes Marlboro discount cigarettes to shed his fat… Who loves to love his lovers, who loves to redefine, who compromises his standards, who lack morality, who paints her nude and posts her, who sings her love songs and writes her verse. Why does she so question who cannot love seeking virtue? Who lay in bed and used for sex and prides me her companion. I tell you this there is no God but madness and madness rules the world. I felt a tear fall near the battered foul seeking comfort by Laguna Lake. The blue gill pond polluted. The child force-fed her pollution vomit on the floor. I never ate fish again. We are a cancer, we are dying, the satellite earth.

We are castaways lost here left here on the Satellite Earth

Like rats we pollute ourselves until we can no longer breath

Global Warming is a joke? Factories, manufacturing robots

To replace the proletariat, common man controlled by

Pirates of the dollar. Adam can you hear me? What was your sin?

The pigs of Maseilles guillotined to Stalin from the Czars

Jefferson to Nixon. Who killed Kelly Thomas?

They meet in corners, pot smoke and newspapers to convict

The police. Children wail desperately tear gas and billy club

We are rebirthing the Viet Cong. In the killing fields of suburbia.

There is no peace in our world. I love you.




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Artisan – Post 70 – Smog

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 70



Smog… rolls through the clouds blackness and burrows into the lungs of an infant like the smoke of a second hand cigarette. Booze, weed, heroine on every corner the child grows to know death Jonesing fixing perplexed dignity of religious political propaganda feed the fix feed the fix feed the fix. Weight loss facial deformities compulsive sex. My God! What the hell is in this stuff? Drink left on the corner of a bar room wolf poppy freedom that’s right a little more red then the dark tones add the white I can’t stand DuChamp he doesn’t know what art is he’s a con a hustle a dollar an anarchist Joey Ramone Johnny Lydon Joe Strummer the decline of western civilization and smog… black grey brown dirty shit smog. I don’t care about a drunken poet Bukowski, Poe, Morrison rather I wish to see the spirit the living within.

“My art is emotional”


Do you believe in James Joyce of the Joyce clan, dead souls living in your genes grandmother’s china paintings on the mantle blues beige ochre roses pansies periwinkles so pretty… oh, so pretty. Grandmother Craw painted one side of her canvas darker than the other, always. “That is good composition. That is how the professionals do it.” Smog!


We dance to a movement

To a rhythm of the street

We walk like a chorus line

we move to America

we are bold… we are beautiful

we are beats

Lost in the cabin of dissidents

Crowded by the fire

Told to refrain by conservatives

Dancing our desires

Whatever happened to William Burroughs?

To Karouac, to Cassidy?

To Ginsberg and Whitman?

Who shall be the first

To throw this stone?

That America

Is a beat corruption

A beat that is driven

A beat the is insane

The movement of all movements

Torn between two twin

Political forces

Protecting the interests of the rich

And the other rich

Is nobody in America sincere?

Whatever happened to Hoffa?

To Guerva… to Lenny Bruce?

What is left the meaning

Of leftist?

What is left in the beat?

Boom boom ta boom boom ta

Boom ta boom ta

Boom crash!

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Artisan – Post 69 – The Bearing Of The Soul

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 69

The Bearing of the Soul


There is love and hatred in the bearing of the soul… in the honesty brutality… in the nude impure imperfect flesh… in the hidden secret from suburban reality. There is truth and fiction in the doors of perception… in the fragments of consciousness… the acid and whisky nakedness dancing… the nights and nights on end… the shattered dreams and sheltered youths… the eyes of the beholder… the minds of destruction. And who are you my father… and I that’s left to bear? The pieces of existential painted color by number and traced and journalized and written into to poem composed lost forgotten. You are my heritage. How shall I tell your truths? We are the cross of salvation, we are the nine inch nails driving into his palms and feet… we are the modern Rome… the selfish greedy loveless destiny. We are father and crucifixion. Now, you are but a memory… like a drift of a good vacation… you are better now lost and remembered than the experience I knew. Who are you my father? Are you God creator of man… seed that was planted creating me… love that was my incarnation? When born and lived and lost again, to whom do I turn? I am but a poor man as you left me… I have no family… I have no soul… I am just a beggar. What is left of our spirit? Am I not to paint? Am I not to write? Am I not to sing the bearing of the soul? Where in my madness are you? Where in another dimension… a mythology… and Heaven… a fairytale? Is this what is meant of life… an absurdity with no meaning… with no purpose… with no essence… that which make most sense only makes no sense at all, Tonight, I light an old cigar and cup of instant coffee… for you, my father, for you!

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Artisan – Post 68 – Conversations With The Critic

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 68

Conversations With The Critic

Recently I published my ninth book, JKAT, a story of my life and recent experience in the Orange County Jail. Because the book was daring and would be viewed by many as offensive and inappropriate, I wanted it to be reviewed by Orange County’s most liberal publication, OC WEEKLY. The WEEKLY is known for progressive yet risky articles such as their common editorial, “Ask a Mexican.” I felt confident taking my radical writing to them. It was through this, I met probably the harshest and most revered Orange County art critic, Dave Barton. Through a series of online communications, Dave has agreed to read the book. Although, he is a fine art critic and not literature. The book is an art book so he looked at it anyway.

My first experiences with Barton seemed politically loaded accusing me of being a sexist and a Republican extremist. I corrected him in that I have never once registered or voted Republican in my life, but as a single middle aged man I am often accused of woman hate. Maybe he should meet some of the women currently in my life.

There was an upset to the promotion of my book when Bax Baxter, a good friend of Barton’s, had the book banned from all locations selling it in my city after a blog I wrote criticizing Baxter saying he has no direct background in fine art. Barton felt he couldn’t review the book for his publication and of course, I accused his relationship to Baxter. He assured me that was not the case and took personal interest in my current mental health treatment and state of hostile writing. He is still reading and critiquing the book for my personal advancement as an artist. My experience with Barton is that he is not only extremely knowledgeable in fine art and literature, but a tremendously objective thinker and critic. Because he offered me the same deal after my public accusations of him as he had offered me before. He judges the art only in spite of what Baxter and I had to say. Kudos to you Dave Barton!

Why is this important? Because it asks a question, should the craft and creativity of the artist be the main determination of his success or is the art world just a social game? With Barton, it clearly isn’t, but with art promoters like Baxter and art agent Evan Senn,who not familiar with my work wouldn’t even quote me a price for her services, I sadly find it is. Vincent Van Gogh, a schizophrenic artist whose works are among the highest priced in history, only sold one painting in his life, because Impressionism wasn’t selling. But would he survive in the Orange County art world today with his extremely poor mentally ill social skills? Maybe with objective critics like Dave Barton he might, but with social players like Bax Baxter and Evan Senn, he wouldn’t stand a chance. Have we learned nothing about mental illness stigma and artistic creativity? Something to think about at your next Downtown Fullerton Art Walk. To Dave Barton, I am highly looking forward to reading my critique.

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Artisan – Post 67 – The Songs Of Socrates

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 67

The Songs Of Socrates


 In my college years, I took several classes in logic and philosophy, critical thinking, aesthetics, existentialism, etc… They went into great depths of truths, life’s meanings, religions and the arts. However, the greatest lesson I can remember, or at least the one that stuck in my mind the most, was that Socrates started to learn to play the flute at the age of sixty. Then, as now, sixty was an extremely old age. Not stuck in his way or an old dog that can’t learn new tricks, he showed that the human mind is always capable of growth and understanding new ideas. We can always learn new things if only we open our minds.

In his honor, I have decided to return to college to study music production starting with much needed singing lessons. I have in midlife learned that happiness is truly an inside job. I already know a little guitar, keyboard and a few recording techniques. While the great philosopher only ventured with a wooden flute and I will be using modern technology, I intend to fulfill much satisfaction exercising my mind in many new ways and sharing them on my blog while others can grow and learn in their own ways as well. Life is truly a journey, rarely a destination. In the honor of the great Greek learn as much as you can in and about life. We only have one.

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Artisan – Post 66 – The Angel Acquaintance

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 66

The Angel Acquaintance


One summer day in 1997, I found myself living in a group home in Pasadena. The other tenants were becoming rapidly upset with me because I kept bothering them for cigarettes, sodas and small change. Shirley Adams, the owner and manager of the house decided she would deal with the problem by gathering some of my artworks, a box to display them with and a bus token, one way. “I want you to go down to the boulevard to sell your art,” she said, “and don’t come back until you have money for your own damn stuff!”

There I began on the corner of Colorado St and Fair Oaks Blvd. trying to sell my work. Having previously checked with city hall on the legalities of street vending, I approached everyone passing by. “Hi, I’m Dan and this is my art. Hi would you like to see some of my art? Hi I’m a local artist and…” But a couple hours had passed in the summer heat and no response. Finally I became frustrated and shouted, “WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?”

A man in a fine business suit came out of nowhere and said, “You’re not doing anything wrong Dan. In fact, you’re doing it right. Just keep approaching people with your work and a certain percentage are going to buy it. It’s a numbers game. The more people you ask. The more you will sell.” With the confidence he gave me, I persisted and finally sold my first artwork with several years of business to follow. I went home that night with my cigarettes, coffee and even a hamburger and went back nearly every day. Coming up with clever skits like playing songs on my guitar while dancing or wearing a black fedora and claiming to be Dan Aykroyd from the Blues Brothers, I eventually developed a name and reputation as a Pasadena artist, street vender and entertaining street performer. That was the day my business as an artist began.

I often wonder who that man was and why he was so willing to help me out. In spiritual groups, I’ve heard stories of random people coming into our lives and changing everything for the better, but only for a brief moment do we actually know them. They are, by some religious beliefs, our angels.

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Artisan – Post 65 – Pentecostal Problem

Artisan by Dan Joyce


Post 65

Pentecostal Problem


We speak with tongues of fire

The apostles and I

From high upon the mountain top

From low within the plains


We preach the words of Jesus

Left in his very last days

Love one and love one another

Through him there is the way


We’re filled with the spirit

The spirit has a name

We are the Holy Apirit

On Pentecost this day


So listen closely to us

As tongues are in the way

Of all our useless chatter

On Pentecost this day

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