Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Look, I've Already Ruined It or It's Ruined Me





If I'd known - rather, if I'd thought to look, though I've no idea whether I could place a bet online at a European oddsmaker - I'd have put $10 on this:

The online bookmaker Betsafe had been offering odds of 175-1 that the Uruguayan, twice banned for biting, would sink his teeth into an opponent during the World Cup in Brazil. Sure enough, more than 100 gamblers decided that it was worth a punt. When Suárez seemingly did just that to Chiellini near the end of their Group D clash in Natal, it was time to celebrate.

Easy money. As is any bet that I couldn't go more than six months without daydreaming of changing this blog's appearance. I'm not going to - yet - since it's not this blog's appearance but it's content that I daydream most about changing. I dicked around and created another joint for giggles and fuck it and fuck me and probable abandonment, not even writing there - yet, he says - what I don't allow myself to write here. No, it's not on any of the blogrolls. I am the self-Suarez of bleggalgazers.








AFTER LIGHGHT

Tom Thompson

Look, I’ve already ruined it
or it’s ruined me.
The dawn I see by doesn’t need me
like I need it
and any extra letters it brings.

What we call mountains
is a deep violet strip
narrowly rising and falling over the green.
You might call them clouds
and be right

or hand me something crisp
call it money or flowers
and set it alight.



3 comments:

  1. ruination....top five....necessity

    a) Won't you please crawl out your window - Bob Dylan



    He sits in your room, his tomb, with a fist full of tacks
    Preoccupied with his vengeance
    Cursing the dead that can’t answer him back
    I’m sure that he has no intentions
    Of looking your way, unless it’s to say
    That he needs you to test his inventions

    Can you please crawl out your window?
    Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
    How can you say he will haunt you?
    You can go back to him any time you want to

    He looks so truthful, is this how he feels
    Trying to peel the moon and expose it
    With his businesslike anger and his bloodhounds that kneel
    If he needs a third eye he just grows it
    He just needs you to talk or to hand him his chalk
    Or pick it up after he throws it

    Can you please crawl out your window?
    Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
    How can you say he will haunt you?
    You can go back to him any time you want to

    Why does he look so righteous while your face is so changed
    Are you frightened of the box you keep him in
    While his genocide fools and his friends rearrange
    Their religion of the little tin women
    That backs up their views but your face is so bruised
    Come on out the dark is beginning

    Can you please crawl out your window?
    Use your arms and legs it won’t ruin you
    How can you say he will haunt you?
    You can go back to him any time you want to
    Copyright © 1965, 1966 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993, 1994 by Special Rider Music

    Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/es/node/26770#ixzz35eoXng5H

    b)among the top five hendrix covers of dylan

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7LSfnpcvwA

    jimi throws in a line from 'positively 4th street' towards the end

    c) If he needs a third eye he just grows it

    “New organs of being come into existence as the result of necessity. Therefore, O man, increase your necessity, so that you may increase your perception”. Jallaludini Rumi

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  2. A serial offender too.

    Charlie, that's more Dylan and Hendrix that has appeared - and will appear, at least as via me - in this blog's history. I don't dislike either, I don't get either.

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