I got some invite from someone about Twitter. I don't know what Twitter is, don't know what they "do so well" that they themselves brag on without surcease, and I don't want to know what or who they are. I was more concerned to hear that Shelfari has been bought up by Amazon! But that too pales beside the impending Hurricane Gustav! Shit, I gotta get out of here! Evacuation is likely to be mandatory by tomorrow morning.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Friday, August 29, 2008
|Modern Times or Modern Plagiarism?|
Before I went off and bought Bob Dylan's "Modern Times" album a few weeks ago, I'd heard most of the songs on the Internet and I'd quickly read a few reviews online, from Rolling Stone and so forth. I think it was RS that kept identifying bits of music or lyrics that were derivative or stolen from specific other old songs.
Actually, I have more sympathy for unconscious thieves of bits of song or literature. I often think of some great line, then realize it's something I remember from some song or book! Long ago, I had a line I liked a lot, "a foggy knight in mourning", that I thought I'd use in a poem some day until reality crashed down on my head and I realized that "A foggy night and morning" is the name of the last chapter in Thomas Hardy's "Far From The Madding Crowd". That rained on my parade. Or something! Now that I think of it, wasn't Joe Biden (democratic candidate for vice president) accused of plagiarism about 20 years ago when his eventual defense was the same as mine, that he'd forgotten where the line came from! Politicians and poets, who can you trust?
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
No commentsit's so sad. Guess I'd go kill myself if I could be neat about burying myself afterward. Guess I could go find a giant construction sitea new dam or somethingwhere I could jump into the concrete. I'd be dead, I'd be buried, and I wouldn't stink up the place any more! The rest of you morons could go on like nothing had ever changed, at least until it's time for you to jump into the soup. Everybody's got some soup waiting for them somewhere, whether it's concrete, salt water, or minestrone.
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
|The Kennedys Go On|
I didn't watch Ted Kennedy's appearance at the Democratic Convention, but I'm sorry I didn't. I notice on the Internet his relatives are all saying how "unbelievably well" he's doing despite his medical treatments for brain cancer. I hope that estimate is all true, but you know, that's just what the Kennedy family is always like. If the assassinated President Kennedy had lasted a couple of days instead of mere hours, they would all have been putting a positive spin on the worst possible scenario.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
|Actually, I liked "The White Album" More|
I didn't necessarily read all the "liner notes" that accompanied the CD issue of various old records or, if I did, have not retained them very well. I was poking through those CD liner notes for "Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" earlier today. Once again, I was reading too fast, but not entirely skimming! Some interesting facts did impinge on my ancient brainfor one, that the recording took a total of 700-plus hours as compared to the first Beatles album which took less than 600 minutes. Big shots all across Britain, Europe, and America must have been shitting their pants over that investment. After all, if time is money, so time pissed away is money pissed away!!! (Besides, who were all those goddamn people?)
p.s. Of the top 10 on the above list, the Beatles had three albums, Bob Dylan two, and the Rolling Stones had one.
I get meaner and less worthy of sympathy as I go along. I'm just making an observation, you don't have to jump up and declare that you still sorta like me! I'd probably question your heritage and doubt your synaptic integrity if you did!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Won't these goddamn Olympics ever end? I haven't been watching them intentionally because nobody's forced me to watch, not exactly. But it's on the news so often and all the talk show mavens are "talking" about it in their usual aimless, pointless manner (as if it's better than sex) that it seems to me like it's "on" day and night, sixty minutes an hour! I have never so badly wished that somebody would drop nuclear bombs on China! Now would be a good time.
Thursday, August 21, 2008
If you subscribe or even if you don't, beware of my poems' first editions, for they are sometimes revised 3 times in the first 30 minutes.
I had hardons in my life
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
I'm going to start calling you futzers by name! I don't know what good in the world it will do me, but I'LL DO IT! That'll fix you, Fred! You too, Helen of Fucking Mergetroyd! And all you stupid gits from the Teeney Weeney Penis-waving British Petunia Bros. Band! Everybody knows what you are, and all those buxom girls helping you put on your disguises one trouser-leg at a time, too! And Charlotte Rae, with that big sexy hair, we miss you so!
Among the Bob Dylan songs I've "listened to" lately on the Internet Youtubes was one I hadn't paid close attention to in a long time. I found that "Desolation Row" is still a terrific, terrifying frightfest of dark images that paints us all into a very tight corner.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
I was talking about my cool and uncool grandfathers. It is odd that the cool grandfather was married to the uptight grandmother, a strict and rigorous and Bible-beating woman! And the uncool grandfather was likewise married to his own opposite, a woman who at least tried to consider the difficulties in the world and the differences in people.
Monday, August 18, 2008
"You might have to start kissing up to your relations and your friends so you won't get eaten by your cats."
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Okay, this one's not great at all; it's just long. So it's actually easy to read. You can read it with the TV on.
|Ape At Large|
I'm so spastic, I'm so loud,
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
|Pucker up, world!|
I need to make some snotty remarks, but there's not enough room for them. The basement's too small, the highway's too short, the trail is too narrow, and every one's too tall. My sense of reality is sabotaged. What'll I do now, I wonder, if I don't just kill someone?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I still wonder what the hell this song was about--it always seems to me those guys were too young for these lyrics, unless they were channelling from their ancestors.
Is there anybody going to listen to my story
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
|To Hell With Mercy|
Sometimes I hear a Lennon song and remember the old days and many good things so well. Sometimes I hear a Lennon song and think of good things entirely new!
Friday, August 08, 2008
The post previous to (below) this post has changed and changed, but the titles haven't changed much. Still, I don't know if I like any of them very much. The title of the post (Dragonflies, etc.) is not really intended as the poem title. The poem title is the bold lettering near the body of the poem. See if you can think of a better one. I realize that there may be only 3 of you who make any suggestion, but that's okay. I'm used to being ignored. The winner will recieve...uh, ah, uh-oh! I'm still thinking about it, okay?!
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Below is a work-in-progress, which keeps changing whether or not it works!
That's no longer true. Endless revisions have led close to a finished effort now. I'm very pleased wiith this poem now that began as one of my most casual "blog" poems. Sometimes, strange things happen.
Last update: 08/07/08
|Wings And Wages On The River|
I been down to the river
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
At the Coffee Shop
Although some answers are just unquestionable, I am beginning to find some questions unanswerable and, either way, it's kicking my ass!
Monday, August 04, 2008
Saturday, August 02, 2008
My Google Group for this blog is more trouble that it's worth. There's seldom any activity at all, so I'm going to dump it. You can obviously still email me or leave comments at this blog, so I'm not cutting off anybody's feet!