No one died for no one,
Friday, October 30, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
I don't want to Twitter or Dither or Blabber
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
The good things that are in you
I redated this poem from 2007 because I revised it a little. Not that most readers would worry about missing the revision, but it matters to me.
She had a dream about herself one night
Monday, October 26, 2009
My mouse has no tail--thereby the "tale" hangs, eh? Or not.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Friday, October 23, 2009
Here's an old poem that means a lot to me. It seems more complex than anything I write these days, so maybe it will be more difficult for my readers. But it can't kill you. See it at First And Last Desire.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Monday, October 19, 2009
In general, I like to think of celebrities as someone whose life is worth celebrating, but in the case below, I can only say her life is worth remembering!)
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Am I not working hard enough yet? Very likely. I used to be more popular, but I didn't work any harder. Maybe I was nicer--but I'm never nice, so that's a very great stretch of the imagination! Maybe I should just go get my machine-gun and resolve things the old-fashioned way...
Friday, October 16, 2009
Thursday, October 15, 2009
|Said One Stranger To Another|
Overheard from one of the young women exiting to the lobby as I was entering the conveyance to go up: "I'm so lonesome, I'm so sad, someone needs to explain to me the mess I'm inthat is, if such a thing is possible."
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
|(Fish Or Cut Bait)|
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Here is something that I stumbled across today. If you ever longed for Bob Dylan Xmas songs, here's your chance, apparently (all artist's profits to be donated to food charities):
Friday, October 09, 2009
It's a pity that so many old friends lose track of me or that there's so many that I lose track of. Call it what you will or blame who you like, the fact's the same, either way. I guess there's about a third of them whom I blame for forgetting or denying me and about a third that I blame myself for no longer caring about them.
The final third is that unexciting group of people who used to be in my life, but whose passage I did not mark. Theyy never amounted to much, and now it would be hard to think about them, one way or the other. It isn't really possible to miss those people.
It's strange to me that more of my old acquaintances haven't died in all these years, but maybe many have and I simply don't know any mutual friends any more who would bother to notify me about their deaths. I guess there are many large chunks of my existence that have no "threads" of any kind to connect me to those old events, places, and people. And I guess that it's perfectly all right for things to be that way... At any rate, there's not a fucking thing I can do about it.
"Sooner or later, one of us must know
That I really did try to get close to you"
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Sunday, October 04, 2009
I wonder if it's time that I put sex and violence back in this blog? Maybe it would increase the traffic! I don't care if thousands pass through, but who do I have to kill to get the visitors up past three?
Friday, October 02, 2009
TWILIGHT TIME (Remember the Platters? It was a great song.)
Thursday, October 01, 2009
|"Leave Her Alone"|