Friday, February 15, 2008

ole


it was a leonard bird feather in my cap to critique a donald byrd record, but then i got a charlie horse and had to stop richard writing. so, i got my robeson and prayed to st. paul, but the frida payne wouldn't go away, so i decided to kahlo for a while. i went down to the shore and watched the flamingoes, but since i only have eyes for you, i couldn't see them. then love walked in, and i said hi, asked her to close the door, and get me some pendergrass, so i could get high. instead, i ended up hanging with herb williams. we put some food in the pot, but, to be blunt, it didn't come out welles, orson. so, he spent the rest of the night telling me how he raised kane to be a good citizen. "that kid was like a rose, bud" he told me. i liked the line, and was the only one clapping about it after everything else had gone silent. then, we watched a night at the opera. me and my brothers gave it high marx, and then ordered duck soup from a nazi.

p watched the marx brothers on youtube today. he had on the clip from monkey business where groucho dances with the girl. then the husband walks in and catches them. this led to groucho's classic turning of the proverbial table..."sir, this is an outrage, breaking into a man's home. i'm not in the habit of making threats, but there will be a letter about this in the times tomorrow morning."

the science test was an awful 6 page hodge podge of crap that will have nothing to do with the rest of anyone's life. considering this, failure is just another word for success. in fact, considering anything, failure is just another word for success.

Democracy

the problem, of course, isn't the Democratic System
it's the
living parts which make up the Democratic System.
the next person you pass on the street,
multiply
him or
her by
3 or 4 or 30 or 40 million
and you will know
immediately
why things remain non-functional
for most of
us.

I wish I had a cure for the chess pieces
we call Humanity...

we've undergone any number of political
cures

and we all remain
foolish enough to hope
that the one on the way
NOW
will cure almost
everything

fellow citiizens,
the problem never was the Democratic
System, the problem is

you.

Bukowski

or, as carlin says, "people are always saying that politicians suck. but who elects them? the people. so, maybe something else sucks around here...like the public. the public sucks. how's that for a campaign slogan? the public sucks, fuck hope!"

fuck hope.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Bukowski sucks. Try reading a real poet sometime, like Robert Creeley. Just listen to these words of genius, of texture, of true heart:

Each voice which was asked
spoke its words, and heard
more than that, the fair question,
the onerous burden of the asking.

And so the hero, the
hero! stepped that gracefully
into his redemption, losing
or gaining life thereby.