MY RECENT COMMENTS
- “I am shocked not more
was written about Olsen-- an
icon.
His passing is
sad.”
9:22PM - “Your imagery makes your
words come alive.”
9:19PM - “you are trying to
maintain balance as your
life
diverges.”
7:42PM - “And I celebrate your
rebirth. Much love...
xOx”
7:40PM - “Poetry from Tink... who
knew? Maybe Tina is into
donkey
porn?
On the poetry
I do…”
5:47PM
Chuck A. Stetson's Links
- My Web Links
- Salon.com
- The Monster Memoirs
- It's No Longer Your Birthday
- The Monster's True Essence
- The Monster's Interrogation
- The Monster's Ransom
- Snowstorms and Monsters
- A Shard of Memory
An Aeolian Lament With Gouda Cheese
Cobalt Imperfection
Your music entrances
long after your song is sung
your melody lingers
like a lover reluctant to leave
for fear silence will orchestrate
a melancholy that deprives
the rain of soft wetness
the evening… Read full post »
Pavlovian Parade
Two-Skipping Sanity
the psych-alarm sounds
and I run with the trained
Pavlovian pack in response
through the unlocked door
unaware of direction, until
the intercom voices unit designation;
sometimes… Read full post »
The Bozo Blues
Cold Cream Clown
the clown rubs
cold cream over
her white face;
her red smile
but the workday
isn't over yet
yes, she’s finished
performing in
big floppy shoes
tying animal… Read full post »
Oh Put Me In Coach... Look At Me I Can Be Centerfield
Well its been building up inside of me for oh I don't know how long. Don't worry baby, everything will turn out all right. Will it? The Chicago ghettos are in flames looking for someone to blame. Ride a horse on the trail and ask… Read full post »
Sad is Sad
Don't Be Afraid To Cry
She told me to stop dragging her heart around,
but with the weight of the world weighing heavy on me
I couldn’t look her in the eye.
Everywhere rain was falling,
flooding the island of our survival.
Don’t be afraid to cry,… Read full post »
Regret's Spiccato
Regret's Spiccato
Silence roars as understanding seeks
wisdom within intelligent intention
unaware of the thoughts
that linger inside your head.
Hopelessness holds court in the dead of night
surrounding you in a blanketed bleakness
prayer doesn’t sanct… Read full post »
Does she who knows know that OS knows that she knows?
Things are changing. And in these days when darkness falls early and people rush home to the ones they love, you better take a fool’s advice and take care of your own before a New York minute becomes a thirty second sound byte. A peaceful easy… Read full post »
When the virtual world gets real....
Okay, enough with the craziness of the virtual reality we find ourselves a part of. We as people need to feel a connection to the outside, whether it be: sunshine, blue skies, rolling rivers, mountains that we climb, beaches that amaze us, and storms that… Read full post »
My mother's letter from the CT. Dept. of Social Services
The
letter from the Department of Social Services was unopened on the
coffee table. Two of Mom’s friends, Toni and Rosa, sat on the
couch staring at the white envelope. Mom’s closest friend
Georgie stood in the hallway staring in the mirror, her eyes
shielded by sunglasses large en/… Read full post »
How Can You Have Any EP’s If You Won’t Eat Your Meat?
We don’t need no education. We don’t need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in Romper Room. Teacher… tell Cary Grant to leave Judy, Judy, alone. Ho hey ho. What? When? Where? Why down in the jungle living in a tent. You don’t use money.… Read full post »
"Gatemouth" Brown and Me.
Yesterday was a strange day. I tried doing some business via email. No go. My head and stomach were revolting. I called Chicago: no answer. I tried eating lunch—bad idea.
Chicago calls back. We talk. More business. I’m excited, but fading fast. I/… Read full post »
To My Son... Happy Birthday
My thoughts are scattered as I sit in the darkness wondering about you. I try to recapture the moment you came to be; I acknowledge frustration with fragmented memories kicking at my consciousness. Why is it so hard to… Read full post »
van Gogh Googles under an Open Salon Starry Night.
Something is going on.
Monet’s painting in a frame while Renoir directs the
scene. Muy importante? Ask Pablo Neruda, but
expect Neftalí Ricardo Reyes Basoalto to speak up drunk as
drunk on turpentine. But something is going on. Where? Here. Huh?
Specifics are in aeternum&hel/… Read full post »
Wisdom's Court
Wisdom’s court had been
hearing the case of Reality vs.
Possibility.
Reality brought suit against Possibility arguing that the very
definition of Possibility uses possibility in its
explanation: how can something that is possible
be possible? Reality’s suit
questioned the logic of… Read full post »
Happy Thanksgiving Open Salon
Giving Thanks
A moment’s reflection
casts images long forgotten
family, friends, people unknown.
My soul craves nourishment though
indulgence need not be for the self.
Abundance is found in hunger.
My Thanksgiving’s resplendent resolve
is found from within us.… Read full post »
My mother wants me to write her Obituary
Sometimes sharing a spaghetti
dinner with family is a fun thing. I get to be a reminiscing fool,
telling lies, insisting on the truth of those lies as I watch my
brother Chris smirk our father’s smirk, listen to my sister
Claudia break out her, “no sah” [sir] Boston-style,
he/… Read full post »
She was no Angel of Harlem
Last night I dreamed of Ramona.
It was the kind of dream that palpitates the heart beyond
hypertension-drive, ransacking the bladder void of all semblable
semiarid sensations, creating a remembered mushy bottom-feeling
from your early childhood. Why Ramona? It’s not like
I’ve forgo/… Read full post »
My ex-wife number two dislikes Yoko Ono
My
ex-wife number two called me out of habit to engage in contentious
conversation. She likes to tweak my irk. That’s okay,
‘cause my irk is often lonely. I know this because many think
I don’t know that I know this. It’s like the sunshine
bringing down a snowman on a/… Read full post »
Who put the bullshit in my bologny sandwich?
A
grey sky is offering nothing but painted paisanos the ability to
suffuse the brilliance that once was the day. The cards displayed
reveal the takers getting the honey, givers singing the blues;
people trapped by fear steering clear of the pain. Do you hear
them? They are only coming through/… Read full post »
Exorcism's Pickle
Politics often pollutes my family
vibe. Left, right, center, doing the two-step in a poltroon’s
polo coat, it doesn’t matter. My republican brother is so
blind I can't see. I'm afraid that one day my temper will wilt all
willy-nilly, but with determined direction. His death will
be/… Read full post »
Remembering on this Veteran's Day
Someday
Many answered the call.
Some came home.
Some remain entombed in history.
Still the call rings out.
Still the sadness enlists.
Someday hopefully comes soon.
©chuck a stetson 2009

Doctor My Eyes...
What’s going on? Outside
the weather is calm; inside the confines of here, all is a
cyclogenesis. Is there a true reckoning begging recognition? Some
seeking shelter from the storm learn that wanting to hoochie coo
ain’t the same as shaking that thing; it’s a moth that
wants/… Read full post »
My colloquy to Representative John A. Boehner (R - OH)
I’ve been watching the House of Representatives debate health care before voting on H.R. 3962, lovingly referred to as The Pelosi Health Care Bill. I don’t know why I find this debate[s] fascinating, but hey, I like watching glue dry and turtles. Is this history that I’m watching? I… Read full post »
Enough Even Flow.... My Jam Ain't Pearl
I’m trying to remain calm.
I’m intensifying iTune therapy hoping to be swayed, shimmied
and satisfied. But even in the vertical, the horizontal just
doesn’t adjust. I know what’s wrong and right; what
goes around comes around, ask Mary Brown — Charlie
Brown? … Read full post »
Is Open Salon Losing Its Mojo?
Are
you feeling the good vibrations, you know, the excitation? Does the
creative mood elevate your soul? I’ve been warned that
there’s a black mountainside bogarting bogartsville. But I
only sense it — I’m so sorry Uncle Albert, you know I
haven't done a bloody thing al/… Read full post »

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