Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Flow and Astound Me



  • Wayne Thiebaud, Roast Beef Dinner (Trucker's Special), Toledo Museum of Art
  • There past Sunday 
  • I am telling you three times, don't holiday in Toledo to see the Museum of Art but if you're within two hundred miles, drive, go! go, I'm going back
  • Started snowing on way back from Toledo, by the time we drove to my son-in-law's grandparents for dinner solid four inches, by time we left six,
  • I thought, this is Michigan, they know how to plow roads,
  • no.
  • Michiganders fashion they can drive on unplowed roads,
  • no.
  • We had breakfast yesterday morning with Planet and Air at coffee shop next to the Jiffy plant 




  • (photo by Earthgirl) (Planet
  • discovered all Jiffy products contain lard, biscuit lovers among you) at 730, 
  • left at 815 thinking, once off state road surely I-94, the road from Detroit to Chicago, will be plowed, even with slower traffic no problem getting the forty miles to Detroit airport comfortably for 1130 flight,
  • no.
  • I saw a James Lavadour piece at Whitney past Fall, liked enough to remember, Tiichum, on loan to Toledo Museum of Art, each panel best guess two feet by three and stand alone piece itself, slayed me:




  • Proust just saw Albertine for the first time on a plane over Lake Erie yesterday
  • returning to - this line composed on laptop - inked and penciled -
  • until this sentence wonderful PACKED with dilemmas I'd rather wrestle than
  • forgetting when I stall on Proust forgetting as important as remembering
  • Some digifriend recently asked what double-album most thru and thru (also
  • too: week from today Happy Egoslavian Holy Day!


Sunday, February 17, 2019

Nothing Would Sleep in That Cellar

  • If we were looking to buy near Chelsea Michigan - we are not looking to buy near Chelsea Michigan 
  • we are doing reconnaissance for if and when we have grandchildren /
  • can imagine a day we can retire -
  • Jerusalem Rd, no, crap house next to a working lye field
  • W Summit Rd, no, old, creepy, cellar with former torture chamber vibe
  • - Cellars versus Basements: I never thought of difference until yesterday, I still thinking about today, it's more that dirt floor versus tiled floor, more later certainly, whether here or not TBD.
  • Cavanaugh Lake Rd, meh, plain but new redone inside, yard a cattail swamp
  • Hoppe Rd, no, charming but old, OLD! falling apart
  • Self-reminder: I hate - hate - tools, upkeep, harry homeowning, hate.
  • What I imagine The Committee for More Motherfucking Kibble doing as I type this now:









FLORIST'S ROOT CELLAR

Theodore Roethke

Nothing would sleep in that cellar, damp as a ditch,
Bulbs broke out of boxes hunting for chinks in the dark,
Shoots dangled and drooped, 
Lolling obscenely from mildewed crates,
Hung down long yellow evil necks, like tropical snakes.
And what a congress of stinks! -
Roots ripe as old bait,
Pulpy stems, rank, silo-rich,
Leaf-mould, manure, lime, piled against slippery planks.
Nothing would give up life:
Even the dirt kept breathing a small breath.

Friday, February 15, 2019

bizarrely prescient authority on my own deterioration

  • What better time to fly to Michigan then dead of winter, tomorrow even?
  • I get my giftmas present from Planet, dinner at Seva, tomorrow night!
  • We're meeting a real estate agent and looking at three houses tomorrow afternoon, I'm told!
  • Where these houses are in Michigan there is not a hill in two hundred fucking miles
  • My daughter won't be my age in 2052, we are ruled by sociopaths, world be gone
  • Purist democrat me, honoring losing 2-1 in honest elections against insurmountable odds




  • Nothing soon, is exploratory, my two who always out-vote me say
  • Tweeted yesterday re: Hilltop don't do no scheduled maintenance
  • sign of Hilltop's incompetence they haven't bought my ass out
  • Buy me out, please, even if it means I move to Michigan
  • This is why I can't use blogger as digital notebook no matter how much copy/pasting digital notebooks to blogger sucks, but at least I didn't talk about two of my coworkers here
  • who are what I wrote about in analog notebook last night
  • Out of nowhere this came into my head (today) yesterday:




                   

THE WOUND

Franz Wright

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

You Had to Work Hard All Your Life to Achieve It, a Power Over You Steadily Increasing in Direct Proportion to Disbelief In It






THE PROBLEM

Franz Wright

Pretty soon you won't be doing that to get high.

You'll be doing it to get dressed.

Your time-traveler seminar will be meeting in room 250
                      Tuesday three years ago.


Eine Kleine Death Music.

You're fired, actually.

You weren't born that way.

And it didn't happen overnight, no, you had to work hard all
                       your life to achieve it;


a power over you steadily increasing in direct proportion to
                       disbelief in it,

to the very evident fulfillment of your greatest fear:

you're going to live. When you wanted to quit

you could not, and when you could - 

When you could you weren't about to.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

BfLiElGlGeArL

  • Yesterday was Tina Louise's birthday, famous to me and my generation of junior high boys for her being half of the crucial question: Ginger or Maryanne? plus
  • best TV's toggle from black and white to color
  • black and white "and the rest" color "the Professor and Maryanne"
  • I can't speak what's filler here, many of the posts I wonder fillerish to me I like best on rereading
  • You haven't noticed, but I've been posting fewer headlining birthdays of late
  • posting only those who still enter my consciousness on days other than their birthdays (though if 
  • someone who only enters my consciousness on birthday but I've a post in pot bubblefarting
  • I can enter it as a bullet in a drive-by shooting)




  • Above by davidly thanks!
  • Daily clusterfuck this clusterfuck that, filler
  • - feature, not bug, remember those Catholic high school kids from Cincinnati, me neither -
  • Filler: daily motherfuckingdemocratting
  • Today's motherfucking Democrats ritual shaming of and forced begging forgiveness from a Democratic Muslim congresswoman who dared claim the lobbying joint AIPAC, get this, buys power
  • mention, filler?
  • I purposely did not say a word to the technicians at the glass shop on Sunday when they replaced the shattered window to hear what they'd say unprompted about the hole
  • they said nothing

Sunday, February 10, 2019

parties thereof and clause of claws

  • We hiked Browning Run Trail of Little Bennett yesterday since I posted about it Thursday 
  • yesterday morning at MOCO Trail's tweeter released the block on hiking natural trails in MOCO
  • I've improved my layering strategy because fuck coldfuck cold
  • short sleeve wick long sleeve wick short sleeve heavy cotton t-shirt polyester hoodie polyester vest
  • I don't want to live in Michigan
  • Worth mentioning again, the colors of this winter's woods
  • the absence of yellow weebles my wobbles 
  • learning gray's so many gradations worth it




  • The Rise of the Strongman, American style.
  • Elkin's Bad Man: a novel for our time, capitalism, it's first mate consumerism, it's enforcer the greedherders - Bad Man's Leo Feldman, Franchiser's Ben Flesh, Dick Gibson's Dick Gibson, Bailbondsman's Alexander Main, etc....
  • The unseemliness of animal competition, the celebration of, the exhortation to, the holyness its held
  • The unseemliness of winning, the unseemliness of breaking even, the unseemly glee at cheating the losers
  • The animal animal unseemliness of daily life for those of us who doesn't think oneself an animal
  • the animal unseemliness of daily life for those of us who do
  • I'm a third in, Elkin has mentioned but only cameoed Freedman and Victman and Dedman
  • I've only had passing words and my first most positive report card with death threat undertones from Warden Fisher
  • I wear Earthgirl hats until temp and/or windchills in twenties
  • for that and lower










FORECLOSURE

Lorine Niedecker

Tell em to take my bare walls down
my cement abutments
their parties thereof
and clause of claws

Leave me the land
Scratch out: the land

May prose and property both die out
and leave me peace