Friday, January 20, 2012

The Dead Man Has a Grassy Disposition But No Cow Stomach for Flappy Leaves and Diced Croutons

It seems to me, said K at Thursday Night Pints, that the anti-SOPA drama is useful in that it reinforces memes about Corporate that Occupy has been banging, doesn't it? I'd mentioned it had not gone unnoticed that google didn't run a stunt and nobody blacked out their sites or feeds when Obama signed the NDAA, so whack with the hypocrisy stick if you participated in any SOPA protest. Did you see the Post story about how an Occupier confronting Romney will help Romney in South Carolina, asked D. There are multiple meanings of the word prop, I said, winning last night's shot of ridiculously priced Scotch, which I turned down, my prop hops-based.


Marvin Bell
Live as if you were already dead.
                          Zen admonition
1. About the Dead Man and Food

The dead man likes chocolate, dark chocolate.
The dead man remembers custard as it was, spumoni as it was, shave
          ice as it was.
The dead man talks food with an active tongue, licks his fingers, takes
          seconds, but has moved on to salads.
It's the cheese, it's the crunch of the crunchy, it's the vinegar in the oil
          that makes a salad more than grass.
The dead man has a grassy disposition but no cow stomach for flappy
          leaves and diced croutons.
The dead man remembers oysterettes as they were.
He recalls good water and metal-free fish.
Headlights from the dock drew in blue claw crabs by the bucketful.
A flashlight showed them where the net lay.
If they looked bigger in the water than in the pail, they grew back on the
It was like that, before salads.
The dead man, at the age he is, has redefined mealtime.
It being the quantum fact that the dead man does not believe in time, but
          in mealtime.

2. More About the Dead Man and Food

The dead man's happiness may seem unseemly.
By land or by sea, aloft or alit, happiness befalls us.
Were mankind less transfixed by its own importance, it would be harder
          to be happy.
Were the poets less obsessed with the illusion of the self, it would be
          more difficult to sing.
It would be crisscross, it would be askew, it would be zigzag, it would be
          awry, it would be cockeyed in any context of thought.
The dead man has felt the sensation of living.
He has felt the orgasmic, the restful, the ambiguous, the nearly-falling-over,
           the equilibrium, the lightning-in-the-bottle and the bottle in shards.
You cannot make the dead man write what you want.
The dead man offers quick approval but seeks none in return.
Chocolate is the more existential, it has the requisite absurdity, it loosens
          the gland.
The dead man must choose what he ingests, it cannot be anything goes
          in the world the world made.
So we come back to chocolate, which frees the dead man's tongue.
The dead man is every emotion at once, every heartbreak, every falling-
          down laugh riot, every fishhook that caught a finger.


  1. I am appalled you'd begin a presidential debate with that question.

    Nice debate summary by WIIIAI.

  2. "In the student union, me eating falafel, him a Taco Bell
    something that squirts orange grease down his shirt
    is trying to make a girl and is failing worse than the four
    square quadrille left margin I thought was a good idea..."

    I can see it.

  3. Gomez?

    Four quadrille margins a bit ocd, no?

    Oh, and despite your protestations, the Secret Service boys may be by later just to, you know, ask a few questions.

  4. Sheeyit, you've no idea. I've more rules about *no* rules than I have rules about rules. It's why I'm always scratching my indoctrination.

  5. Happy Eve of St. Agnes, BDR,! XXOO

  6. One of these days I'll read one of those poems and go off the deep end, start posting oppositional poems by the young and energetic and often not so pale and maybe even female.

  7. Please do. I'd love to read them. We've had this discussion at least once before. I do post far more poetry by men than women for the reasons we talked about, including if not especially that this is a blog by a white American male about his life. Still, I need make a conscious effort to post more than white male poets, and I will.

    1. Also, poems solicited from you and everyone. Send me links. I may or not post the poem in it's entirety, but I'll certainly post a link to the page where it's housed.

  8. Replies
    1. Morgan Freeman is not poet, and certainly not a girl.

    2. 4 out of 5 chopstick drummers recommend bamboo for their patients who use chopsticks while drumming.