Monday, June 4, 2012
My whole life --
Faces, memories, bottles,
Complexes, paranoias, bongs,
Fears, shape, regrets, dope
I just got used to it.
Called it "my truth"
And made it my home.
I cried to God with all my fury,
"Take this from me
just like back in the days when your word
Was still being recorded
For the Holy Book,
Send them into a
Herd of pigs
Screaming, flailing, biting
And foaming at the mouth
So they can run
Possessed, over the edge of a steep and
Jagged cliff and die
Over and over again forever
-- Michael Vance, Street Roots, May 25, 2012
Tuesday, May 22, 2012
"One can draw a straight line from the young man who pinned down a terrified teenager and walked a blind man into a closed door, to the adult who put the family dog in a kennel and strapped it to the roof of the car, to the businessman who laid off hundreds of people, cancelled their health benefits, and paid himself millions while their company went bankrupt."- Paul Begala
Monday, May 21, 2012
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
. . . and recalling a Jack Prelutsky poem for the kiddies:
Its Fangs were red with bloody gore. Its eyes were red with menace. It battered down my bedroom door, and burst across my bedroom floor, and with a loud resounding roar said, "ANYONE FOR TENNIS?"
Friday, April 27, 2012
Monday, April 23, 2012
“F— them, is what I say. I hate those e-books. They cannot be the future. They may well be. I will be dead, I wont give a s—.”
I had to terminate a friendship because the friend was never "there", even when we had dinner or just casually conversing. She could not stop looking at her iPhone and texting someone NOT present. She had evolved into a person who could not even understand why her behavior was offensive. She was texting even as I walked away! She didn't even know I was GONE.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Look at you, sitting there being good.
by Kim Addonizio
After two years you're still dying for a cigarette.
And not drinking on weekdays, who thought that one up?
Don't you want to run to the corner right now
for a fifth of vodka and have it with cranberry juice
and a nice lemon slice, wouldn't the backyard
that you're so sick of staring out into
look better then, the tidy yard your landlord tends
day and night — the fence with its fresh coat of paint,
the ash-free barbeque, the patio swept clean of small twigs —
don't you want to mess it all up, to roll around
like a dog in his flowerbeds? Aren't you a dog anyway,
always groveling for love and begging to be petted?
You ought to get into the garbage and lick the insides
of the can, the greasy wrappers, the picked-over bones,
you ought to drive your snout into the coffee grounds.
Ah, coffee! Why not gulp some down with four cigarettes
and then blast naked into the streets, and leap on the first
beautiful man you find? The words Ruin me, haven't they
been jailed in your throat for forty years, isn't it time
you set them loose in slutty dresses and torn fishnets
to totter around in five-inch heels and slutty mascara?
Sure it's time. You've rolled over long enough.
Forty, forty-one. At the end of all this
there's one lousy biscuit, and it tastes like dirt.
So get going. Listen: they're howling for you now:
up and down the block your neighbors' dogs
burst into frenzied barking and won't shut up.
If I hadn't known better, I'd guess Bukowski. But I'd be wrong.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
-- author Jean Auel
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
-- author John Le Carre
Monday, February 6, 2012
They tell you that you are important and special.
As time goes on, you find out you are not so special and less important.
And finally, the day comes when you realize that you are not important, not necessary and you don't matter to anyone.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
"Bella Swan and Edward Cullen are enmeshed in an intense, hungry love that leaves them both destroyed, yet passionately longing for more."
Destroyed . . . and yet longing for more.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
-- From opinion piece, "The Revenge of Saul Alinsky", NY Times, 2/1/12
- Searching for "tilt" or "askew" makes the page to tilt to its right a bit.
- "recursion" shows did u mean: recursion and allows the searcher to recursively search for recursion.
- "do a barrel roll" or "z or r twice" results in 360 degree rotation of the page.
For more fun click here
Monday, January 30, 2012
"May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view... where storms come and go as lightning clangs upon the high crags where something strange and more beautiful and more full of wonder than your deepest dreams waits for you... beyond the next turning of the canyon walls."
-- Edward Abbey, Benediction
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
"There was a quaint view after WW11 that people had a "right" to a job and that this system of capitalism would provide that better than any other system. It turns out that jobs are only a by-product of capitalism. The good times are over. Capitalism is now consuming itself for the sake of shareholders who are essentially using slave labor in China to ever greater profits. This doesn't require education but a new model."
Monday, January 23, 2012
"I'm an old dog, and not only do I have to turn around in circles three times before I lay me down to sleep at night, I'm paper trained. I'll do whatever is needed to keep turning pages 'til they pry them out of my arthritic little sausages . . . "
Friday, January 20, 2012
"No matter where you end up in retirement, remember that relationships are more important than the weather. The warmest climate can be found amidst the safety and security of family and friends."
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Mr. Oehlke did not say how much the shop makes. But a clue, he said, is in the thermostat on the wall near the cash register, which showed 45 degrees. If the store were more profitable, he said, it would be warmer. But he preferred to see the bright side.
"It's got an advantage," he said. "If I have to go somewhere, I already have my coat on."
Friday, January 6, 2012
"Not very many, Nick."...
"Is dying hard, Daddy?"
"No, I think it's pretty easy Nick. It all depends."
They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father rowing. The sun was coming up over the hills. A bass jumped, making a circle in the water. Nick trailed his hand in the water. It felt warm in the sharp chill of the morning.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
-- The Nick Adams Stories, Ernest Hemingway
Thursday, January 5, 2012
-- NY Times Opinion Letter, 1/5/12
Our new national poet laureate, Philip Levine, in an interview in the New York Times magazine, reacting to the question of whether he hated the rich, replied, "I don't, because I’ve met them now under silly circumstances, and they seem like hopeless jerks to me, for the most part."
Among the comments was this one:
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!"
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Thanks a lot, Stephen King. And I'm being sarcastic. I wish that, if you need to explore innovative and variant publication methods, you would remember that not all of your fans have eBook readers or computers. I'd pay a good price for that story as a small softcover or special edition book but I want, dammit it, to be able to buy it in a conventional format.
If you can do that for BLOCKADE BILLY, why not MILE 81?
There, I'm done.
Coda: Through the grace of the Multnomah County Library, I was able to reserve this story on CD, read by an uninspired narrator who can't do little kids' voices worth squat. Very disappointing story, so I'm glad I didn't buy it. On the bright side though is the bonus story on the CD -- The Dune -- read beautifully by Edward Hermann. It's ten times better than Mile 81 and worth the price of admission.
Mile 81: tired retread
The Dune: provocative and creepy