loud as thunder charging dark horses
snorting, pushing, sweat, hoofs beats
just a thought
never met one, don’t plan on it
only an image, sound and the works
i’ll leave it on the way-back shelf in my head
may not mention it again
but you can never tell about things like that
just when you think you’re done with a thought
it pop reappears
well, i guess i don’t need a TV
giddyup… let’s get some oats
now is this a poem
or should i mark it down
as a dilation of my subconscious?
i’ll make a note to look into it
Friday, October 09, 2009
Thursday, October 08, 2009
snow birds
while what i write of frogs, robins
eagles, egrets and blue jays is true,
these small dark birds are unknown to me
they may be what some call snow birds
thirty or forth going fast, no pattern
landing everywhere in the yard
on the lawn, bushes, lily pads
the plank over the pond
completely scattered and quick,
when i stepped out on the porch
they departed, in many directions
not together, but nearly at the same time
the weather is chill now
already growing late fall
they may be what some call snow birds
for sure, can’t say, i’ve no idea at all
eagles, egrets and blue jays is true,
these small dark birds are unknown to me
they may be what some call snow birds
thirty or forth going fast, no pattern
landing everywhere in the yard
on the lawn, bushes, lily pads
the plank over the pond
completely scattered and quick,
when i stepped out on the porch
they departed, in many directions
not together, but nearly at the same time
the weather is chill now
already growing late fall
they may be what some call snow birds
for sure, can’t say, i’ve no idea at all
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Nobel Prize Poem
heads up, electorate,
hold it right there
keeps your hands where we can see ‘em
wagons in a circle, easy now, easy
at last they’ve given up
the attempt was never wise
there will be no Nobel Prize
for the discovery of curly fries
young lady in the short skirt in the first row
nice disguise, my eyes advise
you close your thighs (sighs)
there's no fries prize
hold it right there
keeps your hands where we can see ‘em
wagons in a circle, easy now, easy
at last they’ve given up
the attempt was never wise
there will be no Nobel Prize
for the discovery of curly fries
young lady in the short skirt in the first row
nice disguise, my eyes advise
you close your thighs (sighs)
there's no fries prize
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
discovery
took a drive out to the country
tree green's already changing
another month for full color
then leaves'll get crispy and blow
on the way back bought some sweet corn
at a well honored local farm
the kids are working today
another generation learning the way
briefly stopped at a farm sale and auction
saw the accumulation of years
another old timer is selling out
moving to town to be closer to hospital
you know, every line here is a story
every sight we saw is a poem
all we had to do was take a drive into discovery
and not so very far from home
tree green's already changing
another month for full color
then leaves'll get crispy and blow
on the way back bought some sweet corn
at a well honored local farm
the kids are working today
another generation learning the way
briefly stopped at a farm sale and auction
saw the accumulation of years
another old timer is selling out
moving to town to be closer to hospital
you know, every line here is a story
every sight we saw is a poem
all we had to do was take a drive into discovery
and not so very far from home
Monday, October 05, 2009
dream vs. think
she swirls in dream
sees people milling about
both big name stars
and unknown faces
has a fear of heights
but loves high places
when soaring like a bird
while she does that, i’m thinking
orderly in the dark
planning tomorrow
making mental notes
forever wide awake
as she dreams wonderful
night after night, it’s true,
I stay awake thinking, i think
or it’s what i dream i do
sees people milling about
both big name stars
and unknown faces
has a fear of heights
but loves high places
when soaring like a bird
while she does that, i’m thinking
orderly in the dark
planning tomorrow
making mental notes
forever wide awake
as she dreams wonderful
night after night, it’s true,
I stay awake thinking, i think
or it’s what i dream i do
Sunday, October 04, 2009
one day
one day you will
walk in their shoes
technology will enable you, more than
holographically, to be anyone, anytime
replay historical events
with you in the leading role
costume, makeup, sound, lights, music
action – the real thing
make the discovery, explore new lands
ride the wild horse in the wind, be the hero
wear the crown, sail the space ship spinning
through crack flashing bright lights of time
accept the award in front of the masses
take the bow, receive the honor
it’s the winning ticket
ladies and gentlemen, some day
right now splash cold water on your face
wake up, get ready, eat a half-ass breakfast
it’s morning, get moving
later you will fold back into dream
walk in their shoes
technology will enable you, more than
holographically, to be anyone, anytime
replay historical events
with you in the leading role
costume, makeup, sound, lights, music
action – the real thing
make the discovery, explore new lands
ride the wild horse in the wind, be the hero
wear the crown, sail the space ship spinning
through crack flashing bright lights of time
accept the award in front of the masses
take the bow, receive the honor
it’s the winning ticket
ladies and gentlemen, some day
right now splash cold water on your face
wake up, get ready, eat a half-ass breakfast
it’s morning, get moving
later you will fold back into dream
Saturday, October 03, 2009
early october
early October
Friday evening comfortable
i slip out to the back porch
sit on the old white wicker settee
drifts of light air on prevailing winds
bring the urgent tap, tap tap of snare drums
fractured crowd noise barely audible
dribble in with fragments of the field announcer
at the high school football game a mile away
in mostly quiet i see the trees, white houses,
all the way down a block to the church steeple
the pond falls ripples near me in the backyard
swirling clouds above
block out the moon and the stars
i think of Rome and California
places in between
once or twice,
faces from the years
parade by unseen
as memories not precise
and i remember you
Friday evening comfortable
i slip out to the back porch
sit on the old white wicker settee
drifts of light air on prevailing winds
bring the urgent tap, tap tap of snare drums
fractured crowd noise barely audible
dribble in with fragments of the field announcer
at the high school football game a mile away
in mostly quiet i see the trees, white houses,
all the way down a block to the church steeple
the pond falls ripples near me in the backyard
swirling clouds above
block out the moon and the stars
i think of Rome and California
places in between
once or twice,
faces from the years
parade by unseen
as memories not precise
and i remember you
Friday, October 02, 2009
over my shoulder
of course i recognize my inspiration
when i see it reflected back
no surprise, i put it out
to be enjoyed and used
as when releasing butterflies
expect them to flutter and breed
while always a few you'll find
dead on the sidewalk
when i see it reflected back
no surprise, i put it out
to be enjoyed and used
as when releasing butterflies
expect them to flutter and breed
while always a few you'll find
dead on the sidewalk
Thursday, October 01, 2009
safe keeping
three cop cars and a canine unit
popped fast in front of our house
suddenly neighbors were about
to wonder, confer and yap things out
seems a next door neighbor lady
hopped the fence slick as a goose
has a gun, is suicidal,
now she’s out there on the loose
an acquaintance drove by our group of talkers
reported, one street over
by the river, cops did the dance
and put the lady in an ambulance
one cop car in front of my house
was left keys, motor running
I thought to get in, can you believe it?
drive it around the block, and leave it
there was more than one witness
thank god I’m not witless
no one ever thought enough
to pay me to think, ‘cept funny stuff
popped fast in front of our house
suddenly neighbors were about
to wonder, confer and yap things out
seems a next door neighbor lady
hopped the fence slick as a goose
has a gun, is suicidal,
now she’s out there on the loose
an acquaintance drove by our group of talkers
reported, one street over
by the river, cops did the dance
and put the lady in an ambulance
one cop car in front of my house
was left keys, motor running
I thought to get in, can you believe it?
drive it around the block, and leave it
there was more than one witness
thank god I’m not witless
no one ever thought enough
to pay me to think, ‘cept funny stuff
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
blue jays
blue jays like peanuts
in the shell
but we crack them
to makes it easier for them
they take one away
up in a tree
hold it down with a foot
and crack it with their beak
here’s the system
he squawks when he’s around
we squawk back and
we come out with peanuts
throw two peanuts
the bird will fly down
picks up each, one at a time
and always leave with the largest
in the shell
but we crack them
to makes it easier for them
they take one away
up in a tree
hold it down with a foot
and crack it with their beak
here’s the system
he squawks when he’s around
we squawk back and
we come out with peanuts
throw two peanuts
the bird will fly down
picks up each, one at a time
and always leave with the largest
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
chill gusty wind
done’s summer calm
balmy nights gone
October wind crackles
closed up, heater’s on
branches in motion
snap sticks cascade
blue jay flew in
for a peanut i threw
fierce out there
no easy street
they goin’a make do
bird’s gotta eat
balmy nights gone
October wind crackles
closed up, heater’s on
branches in motion
snap sticks cascade
blue jay flew in
for a peanut i threw
fierce out there
no easy street
they goin’a make do
bird’s gotta eat
Monday, September 28, 2009
each night
Chicago radio news
some early morning
a quarter hour recap of
weather, traffic and murders
woman caught a stray bullet in the neck
two cousins 17 and 19 both in college
no known reason why it should happen
fifteen youths killed a fine student
and on, and on, dog’s blood
so sorry, brutal cruel, shame
as it goes on, many weep
a nation turns it’s head to sleep
some early morning
a quarter hour recap of
weather, traffic and murders
woman caught a stray bullet in the neck
two cousins 17 and 19 both in college
no known reason why it should happen
fifteen youths killed a fine student
and on, and on, dog’s blood
so sorry, brutal cruel, shame
as it goes on, many weep
a nation turns it’s head to sleep
Sunday, September 27, 2009
robins return
from an earlier account i see
the final day of august they left
all together now they’re back
bluejays, cardinals winter stay
alert robins all, use the same calendar
returned this final September weekend
to eat, grow strong, then fly south
when it’s red, while leaves fall
the final day of august they left
all together now they’re back
bluejays, cardinals winter stay
alert robins all, use the same calendar
returned this final September weekend
to eat, grow strong, then fly south
when it’s red, while leaves fall
Saturday, September 26, 2009
love test - completely accurate short version
question one
has he ever told you
that he’s finished watching
either live or televised sports
and would rather be
shoe shopping at the mall
with you?
question two
if the answer to question one is yes -
did you know he was lying?
question three
what’s for dinner?
has he ever told you
that he’s finished watching
either live or televised sports
and would rather be
shoe shopping at the mall
with you?
question two
if the answer to question one is yes -
did you know he was lying?
question three
what’s for dinner?
Friday, September 25, 2009
rock o' my soul
on the piano did a vamp
thought of old tunes
school choir did one
rock my soul, oh rock o’ my
clap your hands, let the thing go on
so wide you can’t it around it
after a while the pulse lifts you,
over an over, hypnotic
picks you up, take you down the street
remembered a long ago city kid
mister, i know where you got ya shoes -
you got ‘cha shoes on you feet
repeat the last line until
you're blue in the face
thought of old tunes
school choir did one
rock my soul, oh rock o’ my
clap your hands, let the thing go on
so wide you can’t it around it
after a while the pulse lifts you,
over an over, hypnotic
picks you up, take you down the street
remembered a long ago city kid
mister, i know where you got ya shoes -
you got ‘cha shoes on you feet
repeat the last line until
you're blue in the face
Thursday, September 24, 2009
i am Wicks, i'll be your server tonight
well, Wicks, hi, i’d shake hands but
obviously, you’re moving too fast
i’m jack, but i’d prefer you call me grandpa
no one else does
well they do once in a while
but they live a half a planet away
grandpa jack is what they say, but
plain grandpa is more enduring don’t you think
my grandparents lived thirty minutes away
but people didn’t drive as much back then
a half century ago, one i’d see one once a year
the other i’d see Christmas and Easter
anyway, doesn’t matter to anyone now does it.
say, my sister Nita taught me to drive
when i was eleven in her old Oldsmobile on Rye Beach Road
i’ll have to ask her if she was married then
parts of the story are unraveling
and half the cast have gone away
i’ll look into that, gone away stuff,
someday, won’t we all
listen, Wax, you don’t mind if
i keep talking to you, do you?
not out loud, in my head, think talk like
blink if you can hear me
obviously, you’re moving too fast
i’m jack, but i’d prefer you call me grandpa
no one else does
well they do once in a while
but they live a half a planet away
grandpa jack is what they say, but
plain grandpa is more enduring don’t you think
my grandparents lived thirty minutes away
but people didn’t drive as much back then
a half century ago, one i’d see one once a year
the other i’d see Christmas and Easter
anyway, doesn’t matter to anyone now does it.
say, my sister Nita taught me to drive
when i was eleven in her old Oldsmobile on Rye Beach Road
i’ll have to ask her if she was married then
parts of the story are unraveling
and half the cast have gone away
i’ll look into that, gone away stuff,
someday, won’t we all
listen, Wax, you don’t mind if
i keep talking to you, do you?
not out loud, in my head, think talk like
blink if you can hear me
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
key variations
musical keys themselves sound differently
this is something i learned
from my excellent classically trained teacher
who studied with a student of Franz Liszt
d was strong, military marches or something
i don’t remember any more,
except to say keys
have different affects and uses
i Googled and found emotions relating to keys
this age has lost sense of the variations of the keys,
volume and electronic reproduction
has diminished that nuance in their shadow
this is something i learned
from my excellent classically trained teacher
who studied with a student of Franz Liszt
d was strong, military marches or something
i don’t remember any more,
except to say keys
have different affects and uses
i Googled and found emotions relating to keys
this age has lost sense of the variations of the keys,
volume and electronic reproduction
has diminished that nuance in their shadow
beyond poetry
or maybe this is real poetry.
This is a thirteen year old
who has blogged for two years
and has four million followers.
At the rate I'm going
I could easily have four million followers . . .
in less then two million years. Wait - let me work on that math and get back to you.
(on the link: I love the photo of the designer and the blogger.)
This is a thirteen year old
who has blogged for two years
and has four million followers.
At the rate I'm going
I could easily have four million followers . . .
in less then two million years. Wait - let me work on that math and get back to you.
(on the link: I love the photo of the designer and the blogger.)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
cold blooded
she was looking for them in the pond
on an early fall crisp morning
thought they’d be in the water where it’s warmer
hey, she wants everyone cozy
they've come home for the winter
there could be more shuffling
now we’ve two large black bull frogs, two tiny small
and two medium leopard type frogs
it’s cool this mornng, but wait
until winter when the pond is frozen
the frogs’ll be on the bottom
sleeping in the mud, nighty-night
on an early fall crisp morning
thought they’d be in the water where it’s warmer
hey, she wants everyone cozy
they've come home for the winter
there could be more shuffling
now we’ve two large black bull frogs, two tiny small
and two medium leopard type frogs
it’s cool this mornng, but wait
until winter when the pond is frozen
the frogs’ll be on the bottom
sleeping in the mud, nighty-night
Monday, September 21, 2009
to the heights
to the Heights, a country small town
nearby, yet aloof from modern ways
where farmers and country survive
and some of their kids go away to school in the cities
take jobs, live afar and return now and then
for holidays, alternate years
their folks stay on
in touch with the soil
clean, neat and country casual for a Sunday
standing tall as they can
walking leaning, a bit slower
these remaining have been small town friendly for years
know the families, names from long ago
and can recall some of the faces
now under the headstones
on the treed lofty knoll
there is a chicken barbeque today
at this conservation club
no telling what they are conserving
kindness and good will for sure
the building is set back on a large area in an otherwise field
the road in waggers as if the guys who dragged it out
changed their minds two or three times before
they settled on how to get from here to there
and the twenty or thirty cars already there
were parked in the field over a few acres
like dominoes thrown out of a box
and where they landed is where they sat
independent parkers they are
this yearly event we’ve been waiting for
three hundred tickets were sold they say
the money raised will keep the group going
about thirty folks there at the start when we were
maybe fifty
half again that number just neighborly helping out
i didn't try to count, they were spread out nicely
rear double doors were open to the beginning
of the green and rust colored stick crackling woods
in mild temperatures and near idle breeze
on the cusp of another change
summer to fall
had covered long tables, sturdy folding chairs
set with plenty space between to walk
and clean silverware, no plastic for
these folk of dirt, cast iron, seed and steel
the building’s maintained in good repair
someday they’ll pave straighten that winding road in
or sell the whole damn chuck to a developer, if and when
barbequed chicken was the draw today
and these hens were as large as small dogs
and twicet as tasty as you could ever imagine
spoke with old Reece, one of the volunteers
heard he deeded his downtown brick building
the decorative grey century one on Main
resplendent with curiosities and used books
to the local historical society
our common friend dick, who visited us in Rome
will be coming soon, here’s where he was raised
with a smile on his face and mud in his toes
today's group was quiet well mannered
stayed on the business of eating
and getting to the desert table
in no rush orderly fashion
i had a slice of crispy near warm apple pie
made from experience by Aldean
as she stood alone by her kitchen window
taking care and good intentions
thinking of her family while using well hewn skill
that would’a made her mother proud
after we did the deed on the chicken
during which time we made new acquaintances
and refreshed old ones
we waved goodbyes and moved on
out the door and beyond
into our own tomorrow
nearby, yet aloof from modern ways
where farmers and country survive
and some of their kids go away to school in the cities
take jobs, live afar and return now and then
for holidays, alternate years
their folks stay on
in touch with the soil
clean, neat and country casual for a Sunday
standing tall as they can
walking leaning, a bit slower
these remaining have been small town friendly for years
know the families, names from long ago
and can recall some of the faces
now under the headstones
on the treed lofty knoll
there is a chicken barbeque today
at this conservation club
no telling what they are conserving
kindness and good will for sure
the building is set back on a large area in an otherwise field
the road in waggers as if the guys who dragged it out
changed their minds two or three times before
they settled on how to get from here to there
and the twenty or thirty cars already there
were parked in the field over a few acres
like dominoes thrown out of a box
and where they landed is where they sat
independent parkers they are
this yearly event we’ve been waiting for
three hundred tickets were sold they say
the money raised will keep the group going
about thirty folks there at the start when we were
maybe fifty
half again that number just neighborly helping out
i didn't try to count, they were spread out nicely
rear double doors were open to the beginning
of the green and rust colored stick crackling woods
in mild temperatures and near idle breeze
on the cusp of another change
summer to fall
had covered long tables, sturdy folding chairs
set with plenty space between to walk
and clean silverware, no plastic for
these folk of dirt, cast iron, seed and steel
the building’s maintained in good repair
someday they’ll pave straighten that winding road in
or sell the whole damn chuck to a developer, if and when
barbequed chicken was the draw today
and these hens were as large as small dogs
and twicet as tasty as you could ever imagine
spoke with old Reece, one of the volunteers
heard he deeded his downtown brick building
the decorative grey century one on Main
resplendent with curiosities and used books
to the local historical society
our common friend dick, who visited us in Rome
will be coming soon, here’s where he was raised
with a smile on his face and mud in his toes
today's group was quiet well mannered
stayed on the business of eating
and getting to the desert table
in no rush orderly fashion
i had a slice of crispy near warm apple pie
made from experience by Aldean
as she stood alone by her kitchen window
taking care and good intentions
thinking of her family while using well hewn skill
that would’a made her mother proud
after we did the deed on the chicken
during which time we made new acquaintances
and refreshed old ones
we waved goodbyes and moved on
out the door and beyond
into our own tomorrow
Sunday, September 20, 2009
free time
why knock yourself out on the internet
connecting with the world
when half the folks are not bright, half
scratch those – i’ll make this easy for you
that leaves three billion people
so you want them over for lunch or what?
make everybody a sandwich and what you spend
on mustard alone would run Norway for twenty-five years
keep it simple, you’ve heard that, right?
how about a few, maybe three or four friends
either that’ll be enough for you, or
you need to reevaluate your free time
connecting with the world
when half the folks are not bright, half
scratch those – i’ll make this easy for you
that leaves three billion people
so you want them over for lunch or what?
make everybody a sandwich and what you spend
on mustard alone would run Norway for twenty-five years
keep it simple, you’ve heard that, right?
how about a few, maybe three or four friends
either that’ll be enough for you, or
you need to reevaluate your free time
Saturday, September 19, 2009
mirror
In Anatolia, around the land that is now Turkey
mirrors of polished obsidian were used 8,000 years ago.
catches the eye
flashes the light
better than a still pond
you can touch it
pick one up
carry it around
hold one up to look where you’ve been
hold it down to see the sky
put your face in one
it won’t talk back
won’t make a sound
what is left appears on the right
repeats colors
specularly reflective
practical magic
safe to do at home
mirrors of polished obsidian were used 8,000 years ago.
catches the eye
flashes the light
better than a still pond
you can touch it
pick one up
carry it around
hold one up to look where you’ve been
hold it down to see the sky
put your face in one
it won’t talk back
won’t make a sound
what is left appears on the right
repeats colors
specularly reflective
practical magic
safe to do at home
Friday, September 18, 2009
weather whether
tv weather
showing maps and arrows
in red and blue is weather
you can see
radio weather
talks how it goes
though for tomorrow i doubt whether
anyone knows
showing maps and arrows
in red and blue is weather
you can see
radio weather
talks how it goes
though for tomorrow i doubt whether
anyone knows
Thursday, September 17, 2009
i'm not afaid
i’m not afraid
to go outside the box
though rather get paid*
an cure chicken pox
filling our time now
an eye to the weather
i mean, holy cow,
we’re sticking together
i’ll rub your back
you sip my cheap wine
give me your heartache
and i’ll show you mine
the world is our sea
i am your oyster
they get us surrounded
white flags we’ll hoister
we drifts and we hops
as poets we'll cruise
dance till we drops
or the ship’s out of booze
*laid, strayed, made, spaid,weighed, swayed
to go outside the box
though rather get paid*
an cure chicken pox
filling our time now
an eye to the weather
i mean, holy cow,
we’re sticking together
i’ll rub your back
you sip my cheap wine
give me your heartache
and i’ll show you mine
the world is our sea
i am your oyster
they get us surrounded
white flags we’ll hoister
we drifts and we hops
as poets we'll cruise
dance till we drops
or the ship’s out of booze
*laid, strayed, made, spaid,weighed, swayed
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
every year that passes
as i ladle up a smoking silvery spoon of time, though I don’t write or call
every year that duck squeak slip passes greased
finds me wonder why, and how you’re doing
in the golden yellow white days of summer, and another adobe fall
there is will be a small flower
something wild half hidden amid somewhere green
anywhere, i find one, anywhere at all, in between
no matter, it changes how I’m feeling that hour
taking up a petal, one will do
in vibrant color, texture, pattern, scent, then recall i will
from afar, time spent, and power from soft warm eyes
i think of you
every year that passes
as i ladle up a smoking silvery
spoon of time
though I don’t write or call
every year that duck squeak slip passes
finds me wonder
why, and how you’re doing
in blistering golden yellow white summer
leaning to another adobe fall
there is will be a small flower
something, wild half hidden
amid somewhere sometime green
anywhere i find one, anywhere at all,
in between, no matter
it changes
how I’m feeling
that hour
taking up a petal,
one will do
vibrant in color, texture,
pattern, scent
then recall i will, from afar,
time spent, and power
from soft warm eyes
i think of you
every year that duck squeak slip passes greased
finds me wonder why, and how you’re doing
in the golden yellow white days of summer, and another adobe fall
there is will be a small flower
something wild half hidden amid somewhere green
anywhere, i find one, anywhere at all, in between
no matter, it changes how I’m feeling that hour
taking up a petal, one will do
in vibrant color, texture, pattern, scent, then recall i will
from afar, time spent, and power from soft warm eyes
i think of you
every year that passes
as i ladle up a smoking silvery
spoon of time
though I don’t write or call
every year that duck squeak slip passes
finds me wonder
why, and how you’re doing
in blistering golden yellow white summer
leaning to another adobe fall
there is will be a small flower
something, wild half hidden
amid somewhere sometime green
anywhere i find one, anywhere at all,
in between, no matter
it changes
how I’m feeling
that hour
taking up a petal,
one will do
vibrant in color, texture,
pattern, scent
then recall i will, from afar,
time spent, and power
from soft warm eyes
i think of you
Monday, September 14, 2009
when old clothes were new
archeologists say
first clothes were made
seventy thousand years ago
more or less
before that? you tell me
what’d the cave man wear
sticks and clam shells?
maybe dinosaur skins
now in a cave in the Republic of Georgia
archaeologists have found colored fibers
that indicate the cave that may have been a factory
engaged in producing colorful textiles
found were strings and ropes
dyed fabric yellow, gray and turquoise
and one in pink, twisted together
carbon dated to thirty-four thousand years ago
scientists, not prone to speculation,
estimate that even then the fashion styles
changed every six months
and runway models were skinny
Scientists credited with the above discovery are
Ofer Bar Yosef, George Grant MacCurdy
and Janet G. B. MacCurdy of Prehistoric Archaeology
in the Faculty of Arts and Sciences at Harvard University
Bar Yosef and colleagues have been working in this cave since 1996.
first clothes were made
seventy thousand years ago
more or less
before that? you tell me
what’d the cave man wear
sticks and clam shells?
maybe dinosaur skins
now in a cave in the Republic of Georgia
archaeologists have found colored fibers
that indicate the cave that may have been a factory
engaged in producing colorful textiles
found were strings and ropes
dyed fabric yellow, gray and turquoise
and one in pink, twisted together
carbon dated to thirty-four thousand years ago
scientists, not prone to speculation,
estimate that even then the fashion styles
changed every six months
and runway models were skinny
Scientists credited with the above discovery are
Ofer Bar Yosef, George Grant MacCurdy
and Janet G. B. MacCurdy of Prehistoric Archaeology
in the Faculty of Arts and Sciences at Harvard University
Bar Yosef and colleagues have been working in this cave since 1996.
writing
Digging into my archive, to save you the trouble, I brought this out from February 2008.
writing’s a bit
like digging a pit
you have to know
how deep to go
what to do
when that work is through?
You cover that lover
and start on another
writing’s a bit
like digging a pit
you have to know
how deep to go
what to do
when that work is through?
You cover that lover
and start on another
Sunday, September 13, 2009
curtis mayfield
around somewhere, maybe in a box
i have his business card
should be framed like a trophy now
here' the story
saw him perform
in those early times, 1963
when i was young and had the stuff
to get backstage, no problem
i was writing, wanted to see
if he would do a tune or two of mine
he was very friendly, kind
but wrote all his own
rolled em out, played em on
it’s all right, people get ready,
anyway, it was nice talking with Curtis
i really liked his style
i have his business card
should be framed like a trophy now
here' the story
saw him perform
in those early times, 1963
when i was young and had the stuff
to get backstage, no problem
i was writing, wanted to see
if he would do a tune or two of mine
he was very friendly, kind
but wrote all his own
rolled em out, played em on
it’s all right, people get ready,
anyway, it was nice talking with Curtis
i really liked his style
Saturday, September 12, 2009
animals revisited
the house of the rising sun was sung
by Appalachian artists Clarence "Tom" Ashley
and Gwen Foster in 1933
Tom learned it from his grandfather
Alan Lomax recorded his granddaughter singing it in ‘37
Roy Acuff in ’38, Woody Guthrie in ‘41
Led Belly in ‘48,
‘61 Bob Dylan did it
and according to punk archeology
in the British invasion of 64 the animals did it
many others have since recorded it
many other artists
2009 the dentist’s office
heard it on the radio, and kid next to me says
wow. the animals, oh, yeah!
animals lead singer Eric Burton 68 years old
lets dig up Mozart, blow some air in him
and see if he can open for the animals
just keep pumping air until
we get a beat out of him
by Appalachian artists Clarence "Tom" Ashley
and Gwen Foster in 1933
Tom learned it from his grandfather
Alan Lomax recorded his granddaughter singing it in ‘37
Roy Acuff in ’38, Woody Guthrie in ‘41
Led Belly in ‘48,
‘61 Bob Dylan did it
and according to punk archeology
in the British invasion of 64 the animals did it
many others have since recorded it
many other artists
2009 the dentist’s office
heard it on the radio, and kid next to me says
wow. the animals, oh, yeah!
animals lead singer Eric Burton 68 years old
lets dig up Mozart, blow some air in him
and see if he can open for the animals
just keep pumping air until
we get a beat out of him
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