Doug Stuber is a visiting professor of English at Chonnam National University in Gwangju, South Korea. He holds a masters in English (creative writing) from Holllins University, and a B.S. in Journalism from the University of Florida. He has published 12 volumes of poetry, and comments on geo-politcal issues and other things that pop into the lensfinder. He exhibits abstract expressionist art, and toured around the mid-Atlantic in bands from 1987 to 2007. “If you follow your dreams and work hard, the universe will take care of you.” Doug was active in Green Party politics in North Carolina. “Alternative ways must be made locally, the top is never going to change.”
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Great abstract paintings!
Painting has saved my life….at least three times.
SOmeimtes I get exhibits. Sometimes people like them.
Mostly, in times of need or feelings that are just not presentable,
I make paintings, and if lucky, they get presented. Taking the
unthinkable or unimaginable or large spread of emotions, flinging
that stuff onto a canvass, and having it “come out” has been a
36-year experiment. SO far, so good, I guess. If you want one,
when I get bakc to the USA, I can mail you one.
Thanks. I live to paint. It comes and goes but had always worked as a release to the daily grind or more severe problems. Hehe
That’s really great! 🙂 I try to paint every day, at least for an hour…
Yeah, love the abstracts. I dabble in pen/ink drawings occasionally, but your work is brilliant. You mention NCarolina; I have just come back from a holiday in the Outer Banks – my son lives in Durham – and what an amazing place!
Thanks Tom. Chapel Hill has been very good for me. I will move back in December after a seven year stint professing in S. Korea. Is your son at Duke? Cheers. Doug
What a bio! So delighted to have you following Learning from Dogs but conscious that you will find writing errors all over the place. Seriously, your interest in my scribblings is much appreciated.
Oh, and speaking of errors, hope you don’t mind me pointing out that in your ‘About’ text there is a tiny glitch. You wrote “on geopolitcal issues” when I’m sure you meant “on geo-political issues”.
Best wishes, Paul
You are certainly multi-talented, Doug! You write, paint, and teach! Please don’t tell me you cook too! ;p
My limited cullinary skills are always improved by reading and following recipes. In college (the University of Florida, then Hollins for creative writing) I wrote “a bachelor’s guide to macaroni and cheese” cookbook with my roommate. Does Mac and cheese count as cooking?
Yes, of course it does! Comfort food of many homes – mac and cheese. 😉
Kimchi and small pungent fish are the comfort food her except on our sins birthday. Today it’s pizza.
I share your wife’s love for kimchi. 🙂
I love it too.
Good heavens, Doug, what a truly accomplished man you are. Pop in the added talent and charisma and I suppose you might as well be running for office.
Cheers
Not running for office, but helping the right folks run. In 1991 (the primary campaign for 1992) I wrote speeches and was a front man and east coast coordinator for Jerry Brown. In 2000 I was the NC Campaign Chair for Ralph Nader, Green Party Chair,and organizer of 20 new local meetings around North Carolina that sprung up thanks to due diligence of moi. I changed course from Boarding school brat to environmentalist at age 18 in Yellow Springs Ohio asan intern for the Yellow Springs News,and stayiong with my uncle Tracy Logan and myn aunt Beverly Spellman Logan. and then things like this appeared to me:
Ode to Horace Mann
Be ashamed to die until you have won
Some victory for humanity. Horace Mann
Be aware that energy is life, save some for your kids.
Be afraid that our minds are bent by news not books.
Be awed by the healing power of the simple purple cone flower.
Be amazed that after four short years she knows so much.
Be awake before the bombs drop, before the money rules.
Be agile: live in a town that walks and bikes to work and play.
Be amused by ants and birds, goats and potato fields, lilacs and sycamores.
Be angry only long enough to solve the problem, then move on.
Be ashamed to die until you have won some victory for humanity.
By Doug Stuber,2004
Poems endedup getting me a professorship, and I ground it out from Visiting professor up to the first rung
of tenure track: Assistant Professor. Next year I will move from South Korea to NC, finish a novel and then
move to China for a one-year stint at the Chinese University of Traditional Theater. ROck music gave me a great audience, but
teaching allows the time to really sink in some ideas.
Thank you very much for the follow. And from such an interesting fellow!
Can’t wait to accidentally run into you at SxSW…next one,I’m there. Have fun.
I be singing,songwriting and playing bass on this one…also discover Flux in its entirety
Beautiful artwork . It would be lovely on instagram if you don’t already have a page.
I think I have instagram on my phone, but wow, who has time? I am a busy man. Anyway, I will
comment on one of your with one of mine soon.
True, so many social networks, not enough clocks. Thanks for the lovely comment/poem.
I would argue too many clocks,and too many jobs that require them
I concur
I can’t wait
You may have a painting of mine if you like them. When I get home in a couple weeks let me know which colors you like and I wil make some and you can pick. dougstuber@gmail.com
Ok, thank you, I can’t wait
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
Thank you dougstuber for following Tubularsock. I too will follow your work which I have just started to preview. Tubularsock has attempted to limit his following to blogs he plans to really follow and read. I looking forward to your poems, paintings, and ideas. From there the path begins. Tubularsock has just purchased new running shoes ……. speaking of clocks and time.
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
Doug, thanks for the follow. I really appreciate it. But I must admit I looked a little like Girl #3 (like what?) when I saw that you did. Anyway, hope you’ll continue to enjoy what I write and I’ll be getting to know more about your work too.
Girl 3 is a beauty…good for you!
Actually, I just realized I have a very strange way of counting. In normal people’s counting, it would be girl #2 (Armani). But I agree, many would be happy to look like girl #3!
Indeed, I always wondered what being model-pretty as a female would be like. In the end, I doubt I could adapt to it. Or I’d end up trashed, used up or addicted. Yikes!
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
Hi Doug – A pleasure to connect with you here, and thank you for following my blog. The closest I’ve been to South Korea is a visit to Tokyo, where I had a cousin teaching English as a second language. Your paintings are quite interesting – one of the them looks just like the design (including the colours) of a wrap around I have (screen painted)!
Dear Sherry- It’s my 7th year of English as a second language i Korea, but I will take 8 months to finish a novel (the first one, The Dinner Party, is all up on my blog in 12 parts) and then I will teach at the National Academy of Theater Arts in Beijing China for a year. Cheers!
Hi Doug – That sounds exciting – working on your novel and off to China for a year! Congrats! I wish you all the best on your writing journey.
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
Hi Doug, thanks for the follow on my blog. When I read the credentials and bios (like your one), I feel unworthy to post a word! 12 volumes of poetry, that’s amazing, look forward to reading some of your work, Vonita 🙂
Can’t wait to read more of yours too!
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
HI,
I’m Tokoni, a student and poet. Its nice to meet you. I’d like to invite you to my blog at http://www.insanitybeautiful.wordpress.com if you’re interested. Thanks.
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
Hey Doug, Loved your poetry and more then that your Abstract. Keep doing more 🙂
Thank you so much for following me, I’m following you back 😉
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
Hi Doug. May I thank you so much for calling by and liking my poems ‘ The Party, Lost and Helicopter! And for your interesting poem in comments about Helicopter! And also for wanting to follow my poetry adventures. Great to meet you The Foureyed Poet,
Canary Row Hoe Ho
There’s a hippy girl in my class who wears Mao’s cap, dates
a long-haired boy and wrote a kick-ass environmental piece.
You’d like to poke through every long-leafed elephant-ear on
campus, stroking nature, this beautiful sub-plot, with hoe, adze,
al or clipper: chopping down in order to raise back up, involved
with earth as is intended. Some say a new time has come, White
Buffalo and all. Consequences outnumber rewards at a twenty to
one clip, as Mongolians suffer from bad air and China’s expanding
desert, even though they’ve done their part to live in a preservationist
way. But global means brutal these days: global trade = wage slave,
global warming = no food, global war = death for the multitudes,
profit for the stinking rich few. Love abounds in campus towns,
while “repo-men” reap millions, and songbirds still find seeds around
as legs spread out the leaves. Our new man is African, and that’s
so fine with me, and babies laugh, and mothers smile, here in the
land of the free. So what that free means money, instead of love
and food. When no one has a dime to spare, friendship will lift
our mood. Or will there be the occasional hijacked truck or plane?
Who cares as long as we can load up the kids, drive south to live
in a genuine, warm, Steinbeck-decorated pipe that used to be a drain.
Great poem on the ways of life right now, Doug. Nothing ever seems to be free anymore.
Our new conversation is free. What’s new?
I’m tickled pink to find your blog, poetry and posts! I’m a happy follower!
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Incredible painting and great talent.Cheers.
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Hi Doug, thanks for the follow 🙂 Peace .
Your art is sensational, they dance on the page like nebulae in space.
Wow ♥
I have a lot of them to choose from, so if you like one all you’d have to
do is match the exact price on the shipping.
Sincerely,
Doug
Thank You Doug 🙂
It’s a pleasure to meet you.
Thanks for becoming a subscriber. Happy blogging.
Hey Doug, thanks for following my BeastieBlog! I’m looking forward to reading some more of your posts. Cheers!
Your beasties are so cute. I’ve shown art with a guy who made suggestive sock monkeys, and dang,he sold out.
Thank you for visiting and following my blog! I appreciate it very much. 🙂
Iove to read. It inspires my writing
I enjoyed this abstracts. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, I like your stuff too.
Doug, nice to meet you! Thanks for your visit, like and follow of Before Sundown! I love your abstract paintings. Each one so far has an impressionable story in color and form. Look forward to seeing more. Christine
Hello Christine. You might like “The dinner Party” if you have time for a 125-page novella. Thanks for liking my art. Doug
Phenomenal!
Do youn have a favorite among the poem or the painting?
You know I am sure I do…I will get back to you on this 🙂
Gorgeous paintings! 🙂
OH thank you, and they are often so cheap. Like the cost of shipping plus $50.00 unless they are saved for museum shows.
Oh… You’re welcome! 🙂 🙂
Which one do you like most?
Tough question! I like them all, but if I have to choose only one, it is the one with red background. 🙂
Which Number is it in? WHich BLog Post. Usually a number iike Art, Music Poetry #88. If I can afford it I will mail it to you.
Oh you’re so kind! Thank you very much. 🙂
Hi! Thanks for the follow! Love your paintings! Great blog!
Doug,
I want to thank you for always leaving such thoughtful comments. You always make me smile when I see you 🙂 Thank you for being a part of my blog world. ❤
I have always wanted to thank you for your bravery. You are also super pretty. It is rare to find down to earth housed in such beauty. Thank goodness your personality shines even brighter than your smile.
Nice to meet you! Thanks for following my blog that lead me to your cool blog here!
Thank you also for the nice words on my Christmas smoothy & I am happy that you loved it too! xxx
Greetings from a foodie from Belgium!
Foodie from Belgium named Sophie. WOW, I’m a beer fan from the USA who has been all over the world, most recently based in Korea for 7 years. I nearly fainted in Brussels, and it wasn’t just the beer. Your incredible main square halted me. I wanted to move in right away, just to be near the place. Anyway, nice to meet you too.