john walker

john walker
Location
china, tx, U.S of A.
Birthday
December 04
Title
Finder of all things lost
Company
excellent
Bio
Immigrant from Southern California (the land of fruits and nuts) to Southeast Texas (where men are men and so are some of the women). Musician, songsmith, poet, short story author (no I'm not unemployed) sometime liberal - sometime conservative, white male (does that disqualify me?) thinker of deep thoughts, surf cowboy. Mayor of a small town in Texas (really!).

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DECEMBER 29, 2010 3:01PM

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I read a lot of OS.  I read the good guys and the bad guys.  I read the cool kids and nerds.  I read the trolls and the whatever non-trolls are called.  I read the poetry, the prose, the fiction and the non. I read it all.  However, much of my favorite reading time is consumed by the comments.

 

The comments are usually flattering to the writer and many of those are pretty boring.  There are some posts, however, that warrant a single word of exclamation, i.e. “Wow,” or “Awesome.” There are a lot of those.

 

There are also many posts that extol a particular politically partisan position (alliteration alert) and these often create a huge amount of dialogue. Much of that dialogue is predictable with the majority beating one or two dissenters unmercifully about the head and shoulders.  These comments can be fun as long as you’re not the beatee.  In this situation, I sometimes feel like a bystander watching the cops club the stuffing out of Rodney King.

 

While I know that sometimes the comment section of a post may be mundane and that many of you simply quickly scan or just bypass the comments altogether, occasionally hidden deep inside the predictable praise, the oratory or the vitriol lays a gem of a comment waiting to change your whole damn day.

 

 My favorite comments are ones that don’t seem to make any sense to me.  As an example, just today, Just Cathy posted a very humorous article about computer junk mail and Jonathan Wolfman commented: 

You're such a hippy. r.”Jonathan Wolfman  

I have no idea what he meant by that comment but it amused the hell out of me.

 

 In a response to a post entitled “Ex-ist-ential Musings” by the brilliant and beautiful Dorinda D back in October, Gabby Abby wrote:

 “Facebook is evil. It can meet you coming and going, even when you don't move one little bit. Spooky.”Gabby Abby 

My point is that if the best writing is the writing that moves you the most then some of the best writing on OS is being done in the comments sections of all those posts out there.

 

So, there’s my challenge to you.  Go back and find comments to your writing that touched or entertained or amused or bewildered you the most and post them for us all to see in the comments section below.

 

Really, it’ll be fun.

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John, good to see you!

How are things in China?
I feel the same way; some of the best writing I see in OS is in comments. I know that on my own blog I write posts as much to get an interesting comment thread going as for any other reason. I'm going to see what I can find...
Great idea : )
My writing only seems to attract vanilla comments, all good ones! ....but that's a reflection of my chirpy writing disease...I'm working on it...
You're right, the comments can be the best, and how one actually gets to know the writer sometimes.
Things in China are great, O'Steph. Small, but great.
Great OC as I feel so grateful for some of the funny and warm comments that people have left for me. Sometimes they change my day. Hey. Glad to see you.
Small is good, John. You think globally and locally and act on both.

All good here on the home front for myself.
Thank you, Rita. Good to see you too.
Just Thinking: I think "my chirpy writing disease" will be the newest addition to my list.

Come on, Bonnie, homework is good for you; like brussell sprouts without the ugly face.

I look forward yo see what you come up with, Nan.
Hi,

If you really run for mayor after the nominated term I want a John Walker for Mayor of China Texas tshirt and bumper stickers ;0) That is the kind of t-shirt the brilliant and beautiful wear ;0)
great idea, john.

jeff (nanatehay) always writes amazing comments. i was lucky enough to get this one just yesterday:

Just...damn. Reading stuff like this scares me; I guess that comes from my Midwestern/Protestant-ingrained characteristic of completely suppressing dangerous stuff like self-expression or emotion.
And by "stuff like this" I mean powerful, unveiled honesty. It's best to hide such things because that way they can't be used against you. ;-)

nanatehay
DECEMBER 28, 2010 05:19 PM


oh, and since you asked in a comment on my recent blog: yes, you deserve credit (or blame, as the case may be). i write on OS because you were here first and told me about the place. oh, and thanks a million. ;-D
I would like to direct everyones attention to Bonnie Russell's post of today.....because it's important, so there.
Thanks for the werd-up at Trey's Capybara Lounge and Skinbar.

Oryoki Bowl
NOVEMBER 03, 2010 01:14 AM
from rita shibr's blog on the night of the last pirate wimmins rampage:



T’was the night of election,
When all thru the lands
The pirating wimmin
were making demands.

Yelling and cursing,
They came in hoards
Pillaging everything,
Waving their swords,

While trying to sleep,
I awoke with a shiver,
And saw young Oryoki
With a knife to my liver.

She yelled and she screamed,
And I was afraid.
I knew that she wasn’t
There to get laid.

I fell to my knees,
And begged for mercy.
But she just laughed
And continued cursing.

I’m no fighter,
I don’t want to be dead!
Well, you’re no writer, either!
She laughingly said.

So what are you good for,
If not for that?
Hell, you’re no good for sex,
You’re too old, and too fat.

Figuring I
was worthless as hay,
She pawned me off
On poor naïve Fay.

And thus is my night
With pirating wimmin,
Tossed overboard,
I found myself swimm’n

Wet, and cold
And left in the dark,
I’m now play’n tag
With a friggn’n big shark.

xoxox

Rod Emmons
NOVEMBER 03, 2010 11:47 AM



i'm stopping for a while until everybody else catches up.
xoxo
I agree - love the comments the MOST. This one from Matt Paust's Morning post today made me laugh out loud.

Matt, these winters are getting tough. It is always dark it seems. My garden is lonely too. I have been a sub. Perhaps you will enjoy it. Perhaps you will start drinking excessively. Both are possibilities.
Dr. Spudman44


~R~
December 29, 2010 01:09 PM
(Another one by OS Poet Laureate Art James) I've have a few but this is especially beautiful.

"Somewhere I was reading about a aging man who said he feared the flowers.
He teased.
He sensed death.
Death was immanent.
But, he never feared.
Death had no stings.
Flowers are beauty.
Life fades quickly.
Live well. Death.
Then one dies.
But, dies well.
He teased that the sight of flowers reminded him of his eventual funeral gathering.
Let's Live in a manner that death has no fear, sting, and we sense beauty beyond.
You know that.
If I saw flower?
`
I'd say`Scarlet!
Come on down!
Sweet Chariots!
`
I am thinking of Kathleen Battles songs`I love you Porgy? Mercy on Me. Sweet Chariot.
Angels do encamp.
Blessed. I's out too.
O Work to be done.
Life's a flower `
Then fades away`
But, never dies`
It's beyond`
any words...
Thanks"
If I was the type of worm that you could cut in half and make into two worms, I'm not sure I would like the other worm.

Damon E Walters
AUGUST 24, 2010 02:21 PM

This is an excellent idea, thanks, Mr. Walker!
I like to make random comments because well, it confuses the people in other countries who don't realize that the comments are just there for random stuff!!

Whatever that means!!!

:D
Some of these are hilarious. Stella: I read that one today. I still don't know what the hell he's talking about. Maybe I'm just not trying hard enough.
Tink: That explains so much.

How did I know that some of the weirdest one's would be yours Femme

Dorinda: Only if you model it for me. extra small is it? I'm sorry, you're right I AM flirting with you.

That IS funny, Unbreakable.

Catch-22: that has to be one of the best. And don't call me Mr. Walker
Getting all serious here:

"What a cruel thing to do to your child. Surely you understand that information on the internet lives forever. No doubt your life is hard. I suspect your child's is MUCH harder. Bi-polar is a mental illness, not a conspiracy to ruin your life.
What a betray of your child to put this out in public -- why would you do it? To gain sympathy? To show how tough you are?
Amazing to me how much credit you're getting for throwing your child under the bus all for a column on the net."

I thank this person (an anonymous bubble-head) for making me think very hard for a long time and decide that my bipolar daughter's story is MY story, too, and is okay to tell, if I can find the right words to tell it with dignity and tact.
Sorry, john walker, to double up... it's Art James after all.

I Love the Most`
Folk with Mystique.
I was tossing in my sleep.
You know Life can be a zoo.
I believe in 'total absurdity' `
but ...
I keep backing off too. I am shy.
Life just be partly absurd. Yes?
No?
No ask me.
mr. sunshine or folks like J.P. Heart?
Inverted Interbang and nice comets?
Comments.
Without poets Life would be futile.
Life is transitory. I never try poetry.
Life is so. You are so. Others are also.
Without You Otters Life be a big zoo.
`
I feel like chocolate hot milk in bed.
I am sipping raw milk with Ovaltine.
The first ingredient is barley grains.
It's a wonderful drink. nap on tatami.
If Ya fall out of bed Ya get head bump.
If Ya roll of a straw mat Ya roll in snow.
If I shake wool blankets Ya flap wings.

Some people singsong angelic fluffs.
I'm observing the mimic mock blues.
It's the smaller, most beautiful, bird.

It mimics other birds and otter-folks?
I heard that electronic analysis folks`
They say`
It mimic,
The large repertoire even can imitate?
A dog bark, piano notes, and O, Sufi's?
Now I feel like ginger. Snowman Wine.
Some humans are so beautiful. Be shy.
Shy conceals beauty. on and on. Silent.
Sometimes S/he teaches without word.
Observe, and everything we need know?
Without a Word - mysteriously imparted.
I'll go get my chew gum off the bedpost too.
Who don't adore ... shush up! okay. nap too

Art James
DECEMBER 29, 2010 04:59 AM
Considering the season maybe we should be calling you ...
Johnny Walker!
"You clearly are not getting it yet. In fact, just reading your blog makes me want to punch you in the nose."

It must have been something I said.
I printed out all my posts and put them in a notebook when the Great Scare of 10 was going on (is it over yet?) and the comments were the most fascinating part. A great exercise. Good post. R.
I've had many I've treasured and for different reasons. In fact, one of your recent comments has pulled me back to the page several times. My all time favorite, however, is this one:


dry socket in the heart...heart emptiness usually for me means simply a shift of the powers of the organism/field
to Intellect...i.e. creative stimulation,
which i see you've gotten in magnanimously
large quantity...
brilliant post, blazing poetry...

Fuck yr heart for awhile...it'll come back...
feed yr head.

Jim

James M. Emmerling
MARCH 21, 2009 01:03 PM

Thanks John!
Sheba Marx's comment on John Blumenthal's pan today of True Grit: "I liked it. But, I hadn't been to the theater in a long time & I didn't have popcorn." Sheba Marx
Everything bewilders me.
Another Art James. I consider this comment a magnificent, flirty play with words. A love letter of sorts, I suppose:.

I just keep LOOKing at the photo.
What are Ya doing on Valentines?
Ya remember that Pink Rose Inn?
Ya recall Lovers Peak Mountain?
Ya wore Boomer Bang Costume?
Ya dressed at `Lea Lane's Motel?
Ya left Ya garlic aroma pajamas.
I kept them for a appetizer snack.
Ya wore a horse Boomer costume.
You smooched and got hoarse too.
I may but scanner a little pony too.
A lame tiger with a cold is bit horse.
Ya never reveal what happens here.
Lover's Lane is a Place to get chaps.
There is an Italian eatery near bye.
For a reasonable panhandle fee/free`
The Holiday Solstice Festival begins`
`
Chapped lip, tulips, and garlic breath.
We can wear bibs, chaps, green kilts,
and bake Italian sauced garlic balls.
There really is a garlic dough ball.
Homer loved the horse costumes.
Jest skip this. I forgot my brains.
My head rattles like marbles agin.
I shake marbles in a frying pan agin.
I may join Facebook. I get a harness.
Question?
hen do eccentricities become psychosis?
Maybe Halloween? Garlic breath smells.
Ode.
Lea Lane does a jig at the Valentine Inn.
Two pawnbrokers discuss Up/Down too.
Well.
Maybe we are in recession and depression.
My cold makes my throat horse. Heigh hoe.
Heigh-ho, and haul it. Hightail. Giddy heigh.
Let's gather at Lea Lane's street for PJ party.
BYOB.
Butter.
Milk.
Jugs.
okay`
bets
I bet on the lame mule with a sore throat and fat lip!

Art James
DECEMBER 13, 2010 07:58 AM
this is either a repost or my photographic memory's finally returned from those salad day/moonshine experiments (that night at Westly's tractor pull when the jacked-up Deere had 'er in reverse? that night when the banjo player runned oft wit the dune buggy)?!
J. P. Hart
The honorable mayor is back!! I be dammed.
Comments are the lifeline of this joint.

Hope all is well and things are going great!!
MRQ
Thanks, Mission. And thanks to all of you who played our little game. There will be parting gifts.
I saw, Rita. That was a great post
Always leave 'em wanting more, Thinking.
Well, Bonnie, she's right, Yellow Rat Bastard.com is far catchier
Post = Made in China? Typical.
Orf now to g,g,google Texas.