Friday, July 31, 2009

Poetic Conceit

This is all either wild or pretentious fiction--except the parts that are true.

Thursday, July 30, 2009


Fiorello La Guardia: "There is no Democratic or Republican way of cleaning the streets."

Fiorello La Guardia
(12/11/1882 – 09/20/1947)
New York mayor

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Onward through Death

The Flesh

Dead to the world,
Living in sin without an accomplice.
And, oh, how wretched a result
All these evil thoughts are producing
All around and in you.
It's provoking to one and all.
How far will the flesh fall
Before it gets well or leaves town without you?

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Did I Say Something

Out loud?

I thought I was typing silently...

You can all go to hell as far as I'm concerned; I'll be along after you very soon.

The Light

Our Mistake

If you hold me up to the light
You'll see right through,
And we'll be done,
I'll wait awhile,
But likely that is what you've already done.

I might say I hope you're not done
And I hope you're not dead,
But do I hope for more and do you?
Such things may remain forever unclear
While we each wish we could have done less or more.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Stupid Is As Stupid Does

Professor Against Policeman

I am as disgusted as most people, though more amused, at the Gates arrest by the Cambridge policeman. I suppose it's possible that both men are Perfect and neither one would try to fuck anybody up, but I doubt it. I get this impression, though--not a pleasant one--that the cop is declaring that he can't be pushed around. I keep wondering what exactly one has to do to qualify as "disorderly conduct" in Cambridge. I have always heard that police are trained to take a lot of verbal abuse as a matter of course and I have seen various state highway patrolmen on various "reality" tv shows take an exceeding amount of abuse from drivers. Maybe the cops on TV don't act "normal" because they know the dashboard camera is capturing it all. But I've heard abuse from drivers where I WISHED the cop would beat the sob senseless--but he didn't.

So did Professor Gates tell him to "bring your mama here and I'll let her bite my dick again"? At any rate, there were only two morons involved until President Obama gave an opinion. Reminds me of President Nixon declaring Charles Manson guilty when the famous murder trial was still going on and how gleeful Manson was about displaying the newspaper headline. Presidents, like regular people, just can't hold their tongue.

My last thought on the cop is that I recall incidents in my work career where I chose to apologize to other employees and pretend to have been in the wrong just to make the flareup less explosive; it worked, too. What's wrong with defusing things? I'm not sure I'd trust a cop who can't stand to back down or to kiss a little ass and get it over with--let all this stupid shit fly past him. Too late now, I suppose. Everybody's union is involved now. It's "my Perfect Professor" vs. "your Perfect Policeman". My ass it is! Is it a laugh riot or a race riot? I can't tell.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Old Hat

Easy Way Out

It seems to me I write without much reaction these days
And linger here because it's no worse than any other place
To breathe my lot and wait with brief reflection,
Whether for some success, or death, or any sudden
Rush or swell of stressful interaction that may come.

I know from example I can't please you or gain surcease,
Not from here, not like this,
No matter how I flatter or what's on my platter
Or how I go on about it all,
Though that's a failure of my own...

I cannot even please myself that much—
There's always self-abuse and mental disease is so entertaining,
But that's old hat and socially it serves no use.
It oddly barely keeps me to the form or bounds
Of what's traditionally been pleasant even for only one.

I write here now without restriction,
But nothing much I tell.
I say what's said without hard labor
And recall with resignation close friends to whom I'd freely speak back then,
But mostly now we shun each other and take the easy way out.

Monday, July 20, 2009

Profound Question

Why did the chicken scratch his ass?

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Chicken Scratching

If I wrote a really bad poem,
Like this one,
I wonder who would know it?
I assume that, like always,
I wouldn't be able to guess who knew it.

Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening

by Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost

"New Hampshire"

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Lasting Entertainment

Thanks for Coming, You Few!

Although there are others who have always used Bloglines or some other Reader to keep up with this blog, there are only 3 who are "officially" on the Follower list. I don't use the Follower gadget because I loathe the interfering son of a bitch. I guess I'm too anti-social, as usual. I also recently signed up for Twitter, then Facebook, and almost immediately cancelled them. I admit I may be too picky, but I got too used to controlling a large part of things on this blog, and I prefer to keep my Internet activities under the same control, whether that is necessary or not!

I intend any rudeness for those programs, not for my 3 Followers. If you sense any Universal rudeness, you may be right--I've been a bastard for a long time. Ask anybody who has been reading this blog for a while!

Until Blogger significantly changes the format, I plan to just last and last, even if I continue to grow less popular rather than more popular. I plan to outlast the Universe! If only by a minute... You'll have to last one second longer than the universe or me in order to see how things turns out. I hope you are well entertained and distracted by it, whichever way it goes!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Care, Hope, and Waste


No care is taken for it,
Though I should not say none is there.
Where I am, there is little hope, I mean.
For years already I have presumed
When I get into my car it will fail
Or when I get into bed it will fall,
Slats and all,
But most of this never happens.

No more do all my chairs
Collapse beneath me when I sit.
If I wait long enough, kill time till all but decay is past,
Such descent will obviously come to pass.
And though all the worry was always a waste,
It will at last be clear to anyone's recall
That I guessed right about the failure and the fall,
But there'll be no one to congratulate.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Never Again Would Bird's Song Be the Same

by Robert Frost

He would declare and could himself believe
That the birds there in all the garden round
From having heard the daylong voice of Eve
Had added to their own an oversound,
Her tone of meaning but without the words.
Admittedly an eloquence so soft
Could only have had an influence on birds
When call or laughter carried it aloft.
Be that as may be, she was in their song.
Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed
Had now persisted in the woods so long
That probably it never would be lost.
Never again would birds' song be the same.
And to do that to birds was why she came.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

That doesn't sound very different from Facebook

Social Networking Creeps

This is the same sneaky behavior that made me quit Facebook. No matter how they do it, surely everyone doesn't really want to open up their address book! Anyway, I don't.

See this post about New York suing Tagged.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

Britney, Paris, And The Etc.

Savage Etiquette

They're all fetid Monkey Girls.
They all have about the same furry crease
As any female dog or monkey.
And what are we who ape them and want them to submit?
Nothing worse, I venture, but nothing better.
We even have more nose hair
And greatly need a trim.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Heaven and Hell
(It's Been Pretty Nice Lately!)

After recently deciding to swear off of "Most Frequent Blogger Questions" (MFBQ, my Blogger advice blog), I find it a little like withdrawal from any other evil substance. I have not gone back to it any more than I have sneaked a cigarette in the last ten years, but it is hard to not feel an unconscious desire for it in any way. Like other addictions, it's one that won't hurt much of anyone but myself--but that's a serious matter, too!

Hold on, Satan! You'll get me soon enough.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

Sorry If I Tricked You

I am not sanguine that this will be noticed here, but some of you may only find out this way that I am no longer on Facebook. At least, I hope I'm not--since I deactivated it, I can't "look" and see about it!

Nothing Lasts Forever--Alas, Poor Pandora!

Pandora has announced the end of its free music listening. Now freeloaders like me are allowed to listen for 40 hours a month for free, but after that it'd cost 99 cents for the rest of the month. They have some other deal where I'd pay $36 for the year, but I am happy with my freeloader status. I doubt I'll ever pay them 99 cents. It was pleasant background music while I surfed other sites, but so is the radio or the CD player. If the limit was 40 hours a week instead of per month, I doubt I'd even be influenced to think about it. Supposedly, only ten per cent of the listeners were sailing along for free as I was doing, so I guess most people wanted More More More even if they had to pay more!

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Got My Clothes On!

I don't care much about Facebook, don't believe that I ever will. I don't believe that others like it beyond the ego satisfaction of getting their names on other people's lists. Email is less trouble and more appealing unless you're Britney Spears and revel in appearing nude in public.

Monday, July 06, 2009

Aim Me

Another comment About Facebook

Aim me toward the edge of the shaky card table and let me go!

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Wind Me Up

I tried Facebook starting a few days ago. I am already bored with it, though. It's like a wind-up toy that can't be wound.

Friday, July 03, 2009

The Empty Bird Feeder

I cannot remark upon my life these days
Without condemning it—
I know that; it can't be done.
I have, for instance, an empty bird feeder on a pole nearby
That I can see from this side of the storm door
And black oil sunflower seeds stored carefully in the garage,
But I only sometimes remember to see to it—
I think I just get tired
Of always feeding the bandit squirrels
Along with the birds.
Then, too, the big roll-up door is the only entry and
It's so much heavier for me than it used to be.

I make plans at times,
Whether about the feeder or
About sending mail or rearranging an overcrowded closet,
But nothing usually happens except to change the plans.
Is the insurance in force or not, I wonder?
I do let it go sometimes, along with other things.
Will the air-conditioner fail one day for real
And force us out of the house
And into other dreaded rooms?
Possibly I've been reading too much Robert Frost.

Everyone needs something, including
A certain amount of air to breathe and so forth.
I am used to living in effect alone,
Whether it is good for me or not.
Most people need more air-conditioning
And more air than I do these days,
Though I still need space.
I spent all last winter with frozen hands—
The doorknobs were like ice!—
It was horrific,
But I still must live in the world,
Come what may, until the plans change.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Grave Mullahs and Great Grand Poobahs

If all the greats of Iran woke up dead tomorrow morning, the survivors still wouldn't blame a just God, they'd blame the CIA. I don't know if that's because they don't believe deeply enough in Allah or because they believe too much in the secret powers of the United States!

The funniest part of it to me is that they would not even see the humor in it. God has truly abandoned them!

[If the same thing happened to America's leaders, neither Muslims nor God would get the credit--we'd blame the FDA, whether it was their fault or not!]