Sunday, April 19, 2015
Waxing with Intent
I now own a wax wienermobile, cast for only two dollars and dispensed hot from mold at the Henry Ford Museum in Dearborn Michigan. The museum houses the original wienermobile. Mocomofos, remember when Glenn Brenner drove the wienermobile up and down Wisconsin Ave NW? Hey! I've successfully driven away more than three-quarters of my readership since abandoning the daily aargh-aggregation and, to a much lesser extent, my daily aargh-barking. I knew that quitting the daily aargh-aggregation would decrease readership (and thank you to those of you still here who dig the mwah-aggregation and music and other people's poems). It's not as if this blog is aargh-free or ever will be should I ever truly desire it (and, more impossibly, am capable of desiring it). Still, since importing my other blogs and reposting some old pieces and poems as well as new pieces and poems, a stunningly dramatic drop in readers: if I admit very few want poetry at any time I must also admit of those few fewer want mine. This post is a celebratory dirge - I don't want to pose otherwise - and I am stupidly delighted to bemoan a result I precipitated and anticipated. That sentence is the point of this post and needed typed and posted to get it shat out of my system. Success: the most ironic English word and best onomatopoeia. And yes, when I fed two dollars into the wax-welder and cast my wienermobile Friday morning I laughed, I knew I would use it today, for this post, it made writing this post a happy necessity (and yes, further advances the cause).