tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post6106655442133645207..comments2024-03-28T14:13:28.058-04:00Comments on BLCKDGRD: Beet-Blood TongueUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-26949572301690187742016-10-03T10:02:35.164-04:002016-10-03T10:02:35.164-04:00The modified image/photo of Clinton and Trump at t...The modified image/photo of Clinton and Trump at the top of the Chris Lehman article you'd linked to ("The Pseudo Bowl Of Politics") -- isn't that the twin girls encountered by Danny in <i>The Shining</i>? Mongo, At The Momenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00973606827337262084noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-88377687741330524002016-10-03T08:15:05.235-04:002016-10-03T08:15:05.235-04:00i saw the following poem at gate b-17 of the india...i saw the following poem at gate b-17 of the indianapolis airport yesterday, and liked it<br /><br />it took a bit of googling to find the title and author<br /><br /><b>Below you home<br />lies somewhere in the patterns<br />of soy and alfalfa, winter wheat<br />and corn,<br />but for now you’re flying<br />over quarry lakes, green water<br />where stone was once cut<br />for the Empire State,<br />the nation's capital, buildings<br />all over the world<br />aspiring towards sky<br />deep and blue<br />as you, heading away<br />or back, thinking<br />of the people below <br />living their lives<br />above bedrock<br />formed from the silt<br />of ancient seas,<br />on the prairie plowed flat<br />by glacial ice. And though<br />you are of that swirling earth below,<br />for these few moments<br />you float<br />with some small time away<br />from the matters you're going to,<br />the places you've left behind.</b><br /><br /><br /><br />Joseph Heithaus, Professor of English at Depauw University, won the 2007 “Discovery”/The Nation Prize for a group of sonnets about poison plants that are now the central thread of his first book, <i>Poison Sonnets</i> (David Robert Books 2012). Professor Heithaus earned a Ph.D. and an M.F.A. from Indiana University and his work has appeared in numerous journals including Poetry, The Atlanta Review, The North American Review, The Southern Review, and Prairie Schooner. His poem “Indiana Flight” is etched in the stained glass mural of British artist Martin Donlin in the Indianapolis International Airport and with the other, so called, "airpoets", he's published <i>Rivers, Rails, and Runways</i>, and<i> Airmail</i> (San Francisco Bay Press 2008, 2011). His poem “What Grows Here” can be found painted on a barn just outside of Greencastle on West Walnut Street. He’s taught literature and writing at DePauw since 1996. <br /><br />his web page, not updated since 2012:<br />http://academic.depauw.edu/jheithaus_web/joehome.htmmistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-29394810962497177352016-10-03T07:49:51.180-04:002016-10-03T07:49:51.180-04:00about brownsville pa from wikipedia:
In 1940, 8,0...about brownsville pa from wikipedia:<br /><br />In 1940, 8,015 people lived in Brownsville. Its postwar growth led to the development of cross-county-line suburbs such as Malden, Lowhill, and Denbeau Heights (Denbow Heights), which were mainly bedroom communities within commuting distance. In the mid-1970s after the OPEC Oil Embargo of 1973-74 triggered a recession, with the restructuring of the steel industry and loss of industrial jobs, Brownsville suffered a severe decline, along with much of the Rust Belt. Generally, the region has declined in population and vitality ever since.<br /><br />By 2000, the population was 2,804, as younger people had moved away to areas with more jobs. In 2011, Brownsville has a handful of buildings that are condemned or boarded up. Abandoned buildings include the Union Station of the railroad, several banks, and other businesses. <b>The sidewalks around the town are still intact and usable.</b><br /><br />Brownsville attracted major entertainers in the early postwar years, who also were performing in nearby Pittsburgh. <b>According to Mike Evans in his book <i>Ray Charles: The Birth of Soul </i>(2007), the singer developed his hit "What'd I Say" as part of an after-show jam in Brownsville in December 1958.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></b>mistah charley, ph.d.https://www.blogger.com/profile/06303695341246058680noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3020960402708303830.post-21172188531518854282016-10-02T22:48:24.219-04:002016-10-02T22:48:24.219-04:00Snobbery is part of the human condition. The quest...Snobbery is part of the human condition. The question I hate the most is: where are you from? Redneck motherfuckers are snobs too. Liberal motherfuckers are snobs. Christian Bible thumper motherfuckers are snobs. Tennessee motherfuckers are some of the biggest snobs I've ever met. Apparently if you live in a given geographical location your shit doesn't stink but if people find out you're not a local they automatically believe they are better than you. Sometimes the so-called class wars are really culture wars. Humans are weirdos wherever you go. I just ignore it, it's just part of the insanity.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16824840608930313691noreply@blogger.com