from the collection 'The Servant Loves Sleep'
Pass the paper bag, sonny
Hey ha-dada-hey
Dude, what up
well it was not only a great game,
but a valid game
easy for you to say
wonderful bit, how you deal
with the precognition
articulate fellows
who's listening?
I hear you bro
no forward progress
whata mean
close calls,
chalk lines
zebra shirts
arbitrariness
yeah-dy-dotness
puttin those I-s before
those y-s
got...
nothing?
no there's a whole lotta
What? You can say it
but not spell it?
erstwhile efforts
did you imply italics?
why not write up your theory of titles
Sorta a measured haiku soliloquy?
sorta
I can usually tell---not always
Go on.
I can usually tell when---
Soin ten lee I wanna pack the car and go
Joplin, that was an act of God
Unsure whats going on
Are you sitting down.
Will it hurt me?
the rog
that's well beyond
are you sure you wanna go there
no. she's tired.
What now?
She thinks I'm piggish
Well from what you've said about those apricot panties
she's not even forty-one
did you imply italics?
So all I wanted to do is stop for a fucking tomato
And?
I didn't like what I was wearing.
which was what? what were you wearing
jungle camouflage
you mean desert camouflage?
so in the all and all of it
okay....hold it....I have to leave the room...
(pause) I could hear music far off
Whew! I pissed like that guy in animal house!
Thanks for sharing. Did it stink of asparagus?
You!
Jack moved to the leeward side of the wall. Out over Lake Michigan, an incessant necklace of planes---all lit up---kept down flapping almost immediately above the O'Hare Auto Plaza, if you cared to listen---right over where if you'd point with your right arm, it would be quarter after 12:00. He thought of old songs, but the cold wind was out of the northeast, the planes mechanically howling through the darkness.
my battery life has gone to hell
go inside, warm up
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Nice and more as a eye opener for the day.
to be or not to be but kept to
17 syllables
esrtwhile
...pass the bag, sonny.
Good stuff.
R
Wisconsin activists like you remind me that this is still America.
Wish that some of my electronic writing were 'cleaner', that it would be more juvenile friendly. On the other hand, kids read the environment and probably have an innate sense of the potential for cataclysmic fail. I knew long ago that people of good will were in deep jeopardy. The on-going fissure of compassion, the near opaque meandering of the advance guard, the pure survivalist dilemma shorn of aesthetics for its own sake due to the ravages of 'life in our times'.
And yet we are the lucky ones, free as doves, sailors upon small ponds.
The respondent to your beautiful words is off track in a meager sort of 'other imposed humility' as there is no pure sound, yet a world of listeners. Earlier this morning, Dr. DeNuccio set me searching 'metaphor' and I found rich discussion of the all in all, primarily in what Thurber tried to say.
You know what I mean, HH, love is Coca-Cola!
Oh andago G0 RED BADGER.
The time is never right, it is now!
Grand Old Badger State! Yoga! Harrier fucking jump jets! Erasers!
PEACE
implying italics; must one ask? in Philly vernacular, probably not. implication being the lesser of the question.
Welcome avatar, young athletic Friday night lights in his eyes kinda guy. Hey dada hey.
The photo is several months older than forty seven years. The so-called Domino Theory was in the news, LBJ had just defeated Barry Goldwater, and I wound up in the hospital with a violent concussion.
And, eclectically, deep in the '64--pursuant to Google's infinite memory, Albert DeSalvo the Boston Strangler was arrested. The Bay of Tonkin Resolution declared a de facto war on North Vietnam and, "within a year, 200,000 U.S. troops were on the ground."
'The House of the Rising Sun', (Animals) was the number one popular song.
My friend and I took a bus to see the Beatles at the Milwaukee Arena but had no tickets. Outside, on a cold blustery night behind a yellow wooden barricade, their limo sped past and we saw Paul McCarthy waving a white scarf.
I was still a coupleathree years away from the very good years, the beginning, fascinated by the whatchamacallit, the game.
This boy above has a hopeful but not too hopeful look. I like that.
Will follow the links, this morning in PA, the moon still in the sky.