Bukowski born 94 years ago today. These poems and videos cribbed from last year's post which featured an episode of Thursday Night Pints and news and reviews of a new Thomas Pynchon novel. Thursday Night Pints has disbanded by death, retirement, and better job in California. I'm the only one left in DC. I've started the latest Pynchon three times and failed each time. While I will always concede at least 50.1% of the blame when I fail a novel, so badly do I read these days at times, in Pynchon's new novel's case I won't go beyond the 50.1% my fault.
Think of all that has happened in that Year of Clusterfuck Kabooms, think of all that's been forgotten. Ferguson Missouri will be forgot by this time next week. I still go barking off the porch, less than before but when I do just as heedless. I'm not saying Rand Paul will or won't win POTUS 16 because he took a stance against a militarized police and a justice system rigged to fuck African-Americans and, in doing so, pissed off the old white angry base of the party that needs nominate him; I am saying if he does win POTUS 16 remember Ferguson and Paul's statements as an early example of his willingness to make statements guaranteed to anger the GOP's old white angry base (which, if he can pull it off, he will need to do to have a puncher's chance of winning POTUS 16). He has a better chance of winning POTUS than he does winning the GOP nomination. I'm talking about the upcoming National POTUS League season, I'm talking PWA, POTUS Wrestling Association. I wasn't endorsing Rand Paul.
- And it just might work. Not that I think Rand Paul has the gumption to infuriate the GOP's angry white base - he does, after all, have to win the GOP nomination to compete in POTUS 16 final round.
- And I was slamming motherfucking Barack Obama.
- The elegant art of not giving a shit. I wish I had it.
- Peaceful protesting = terrorism.
- The trayvonning of Michael Brown.
- Ferguson: a reminder.
- Morphing suburbia into the Battle of Algiers?
- Linguists read menus.
- Conversations with the dead.
- Keep Vollmann weird.
- My reading. I've never read poetry better. I've finished Awns Yawn, happily (I loved My Cobra, really disliked Navels in Now). Will >>insert Can't Decide Novel<< before Avid, Whinging Doubter, but am modestly hopeful I will finish Corrupt Males' 25K+ pages before I die.
a 340 dollar horse and a 100 dollar whore
don’t ever get the idea I am a poet; you can see me
at the racetrack any day half drunk
betting quarters, sidewheelers and straight thoroughs,
but let me tell you, there are some women there
who go where the money goes, and sometimes when you
look at these whores these onehundreddollar whores
you wonder sometimes if nature isn’t playing a joke
dealing out so much breast and ass and the way
it’s all hung together, you look and you look and
you look and you can’t believe it; there are ordinary women
and then there is something else that wants to make you
tear up paintings and break albums of Beethoven
across the back of the john; anyhow, the season
was dragging and the big boys were getting busted,
all the non-pros, the producers, the cameraman,
the pushers of Mary, the fur salesman, the owners
themselves, and Saint Louie was running this day:
a sidewheeler that broke when he got in close;
he ran with his head down and was mean and ugly
and 35 to 1, and I put a ten down on him.
the driver broke him wide
took him out by the fence where he’d be alone
even if he had to travel four times as far,
and that’s the way he went it
all the way by the outer fence
traveling two miles in one
and he won like he was mad as hell
and he wasn’t even tired,
and the biggest blonde of all
all ass and breast, hardly anything else
went to the payoff window with me.
that night I couldn’t destroy her
although the springs shot sparks
and they pounded on the walls.
later she sat there in her slip
drinking Old Grandad
and she said
what’s a guy like you doing
living in a dump like this?
and I said
I’m a poet
and she threw back her beautiful head and laughed.
you? you . . . a poet?
I guess you’re right, I said, I guess you’re right.
but still she looked good to me, she still looked good,
and all thanks to an ugly horse
who wrote this poem.
any how, a different seasoning , place ,looking back ,next day, ag. sorry too cryp ed , shor t , i did know why your particular posts of kids.., even though i don't follow the news of the day in the ways of all of you..how , /but i felt a need to mention -twitch city-, it was a show well liked by all over here ,/ and of in hall , a need to mention the cooler of the bunch with a wig of long hair , the gay man , scott, and to mention when animals other and our kind are more than dating , / have a look at- twitch city- of the past here ..some day ,it has more of a feel of what growing up here was like about it , i wasn't as suburban as the kids .. , you'll feel more in touch with this town in some way if you do , said sh' ..of the over there , and the gir l / now a few links of looking .. .ReplyDelete
2nd comment here on this - "In the first episode, Nathan is sent to prison for killing a homeless man with a can of cat food."/ "Throughout the series, Curtis and Hope's ongoing attempts to find a new roommate provide one of the show's major plot threads. "/ of the days of dry food eating and never leaving home ,youth ,, .. . twitch /also the interior landscape fitting ,rooms , to the inner city here , the dark lighting , of seasoning at that time ,of the what else is going on in these rooms that is not there with the kids .. . ,lightingReplyDelete
I think you mistake (Ayn) Rand Paul's having trotted in front of the cameras to make a statement for (Ayn) Rand Paul's having taken a position or stance with regard to whatever it is he seems to be trolling about. Watch him either filibuster or vote against Hank Johnson's bill if it ever makes it through the House—but avoid the cameras and mics after doing so so that his statement will still resound but his actions remain veiled.ReplyDelete
This is a problem I've noted too often on the Red State side of things. "Obama's not tough enough on Syria's use of chemical weapons; he didn't 'call' them terrorists; he didn't [say something mean] to Assad; he didn't 'lead'; he didn't 'take a stance', didn't pound the podium. When what he did, in fact, was work quietly behind the scenes to assemble an international coalition to completely disarm Assad and Syria of its chemical arsenal—which didn't get nearly the inside-the-beltway echo chamber chatter as his "failure" to take some sort of gruff position at the beginning.
Classic appearance vs. reality (saying vs. doing) (rhetoric vs. reality) mistake.
Let me tell you a story. There was once this guy named Socrates who had this thing against these guys called the Sophists...
My apologies, I'm not doing this right. I am talking about Rand Paul the game-piece. I assumed his statement on demilitarizing the police and pointing out racial inequality in the justice system were made for the basest of political reasons. My heedlessness was sparked by remembering that what seems lifetimes ago I used to yodel about what a keen game-piece Obama was. Obamaphile friends (and while you're a friend, I don't consider you an obamaphile) keep telling me he still is.Delete
I thought it was pretty clear in yesterday's post that you weren't praising Paul when you tagged him as cynical alongside Obama.ReplyDelete