Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Monday, September 28, 2020
A kind of dread rumble across the way. Like a deep-well sputter, like thunder rumbling, and a cacaphony of alien rhythms. Have you listened to the terrestrial radio lately? I wonder if any really do, but they say they do, except for the Country/Western people. Can't even stop them with shotgun shells and log chains. "A drinking song this early in the morning?"
Like God coughed across the way, children talking and a little dog yapping. The noise mostly was not such a bad thing, the trimmings of life broaching the otherwise constant din of the breeze. Reminds one that he is alive, and part of something more.
Somewhere then, some old hulk was to live again and move the way its makers intended it. And meanwhile, my own thoughts, the daily post was so late, and the thoughts were calming even while wondering if some calamity had befallen them. My thoughts calming, and somewhere in that a new sort of transcendent sort of confusion, which I guess is life, as it has always been when you slow down to hear it and coast along over its own subtle rhythms in quietude.
There is a kind of obscuring brightness of a shimmer along the grass, a film of dew, and bumping against the peach tree: the sleeve dampened. Scattered cats half-dozing, doing their own existentialist contemplation of the very nature of being, and me going on and on about nature, even as one pooed a liquidy discharge at the end of the driveway. My favorite of them stepped in it later, not caring one jot, but more or less fixated on attention from my petting hands.
And some anonymous ghostwriter says this in one of my devotional books: "You speak with a thousand tongues. Let me always hear you. Amen." Nature vibrates with the fingerprints, the very doctrine, of the Creator.
Me earlier looking at the scraps. "When did we have onions?" This lost in a whirlpool of a thousand other concerns: people, places and things. Animal, vegetable, and mineral. Something of a shutting of the eyes was needed, but there was kind of charismatic presentation, something to the effect that the churches should be the biggest landowners in these communities. The onions were kind of green-brown, and there were mystery smells, which made me wondered if it was all just in my head, like someone having a headache might smell something like oranges or coffee.
Saturday, September 26, 2020
"How many fingers am I holding up?"
"Is that a joke?"
And the scales were removed from those previously-Pharisee eyes. Truly, born of the seed of Abraham and an observer of the Sabbath/Shabat and all that. Averse to pork. Were any, by works to be considered righteous, then that one.
Of what faith? Of what real belief, of what to draw him nigh God's bosom?
I mean really, who wants to hear a story about Gatsby sitting by the lake all day with whiskey in his glass? No, we don't relate to that, and we have enough rosy daydreams of things turning out well. Like people reading biographies of Warren Buffet, and then another class of Cheever at the all-you-can buffet.
But how about a good outcome? Or at least an outcome, despite the odds, that one can readily accept and even welcome.
Then there's the big Democrat reverend with the six vacation homes, and yet, he works for a charity. Enquiring minds would want to know, right? Or the other guy, with the hair. Talking on the cell phone to the President of the United States.
My nuts, kind of sitting there like, "what, me?" Blame it on Rio, some might say, or the early morning miasma of a Paris backstreet. If I were to condemn myself, who I ask, then, is best equipped to give my defense?
a participle, and a chocolate colored nipple.
"I thought you were blind?"
"My dreams are all certified Technicolor, my Cheever."
Equally nutty monk behavior is met by, well, a pressure valve. Mardi Gras on an unpaved road. And one does not simply discard his ideals like a threadbare cloak, but instead focus exclusively on more immediate matters: the flesh being.
And yes the flesh fails, brain chemicals can come back into balance, sanity restored, and the monk at the bowl of porridge again, again ready to trot the thousand steps up the mountain with the days water supply in two giant urns.
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Monday, September 21, 2020
Saturday, September 19, 2020
"The instruments of the churl are evil: he deviseth wicked devices to destroy the poor with lying words, even when the needy speaketh right. But the liberal deviseth liberal things; and by liberal things shall he stand."
They ask the people.
"Who was the 3rd US President?"
"Who won the American Revolution?"
"We did. The North. We nuked Atlanta so they surrendered pretty quickly."
"Who was Andrew Jackson?"
"A Fox News anchorman."
"Okay. Then who's face is on the US Twenty dollar bill?
"Who was killed in a pistol duel by Aaron Burr?"
"Who was Adolf Hitler?"
"A social reformer."
"Who was Thomas Jefferson?"
"A slave owner."
"Who is Peter Strzok?"
"A best-selling author."
"Who discovered the Theory of Relativity?"
"Who murdered Rev Dr Martin Luther King Jr?"
Thursday, September 17, 2020
Exquisitely marbled. That kind of beef content makes it more tender. The kind, thick cut, where you finish up and want to go to sleep. USDA Choice.
Wednesday, September 16, 2020
Lewis Gizzard said something about bending over in the garden, because the taters have eyes. But I was thinking, Granny could innocently flutter a skirt-tail picking squash, properly "taking his picture", the grandboy. The little Cheever. "I just wanted to begin a conversation about the sexualizing of these innocent creatures. By society. You know, people other than me. The rape is really just thoughtful commentary."
"Me cutting her up? That was just side fun."
Meanwhile, Granny bent over so far to pick up a giant watermelon, that she hung over so deeply, she had her forehead touching the ground, like a football player's three-point stance. The Little Cheever was thinking, "that Hooch is gonna have a farmer's tan by the time she leaves this garden."
Tuesday, September 15, 2020
A bit of finger noodling and the Curse of the Hambino, good for a line of talk, a cold bottle of diet soda, and a resting of the footie-parts. Dylan is, for all intents and purposes, still quite dead, that D Bizzle, apple of my eye, and I was thinking last year beloved Uncle Tony, this year Hewitt, and then boom, blindsided.
D Bizzle. Exuent with flourish.
A breath of east wind, leaves are turning brown,
the whore open a coke bottle with her ass cheeks.
An angry black man, lying face down.
A little while older,
a duller composure,
a quiet soldier.
And all our deeply painful losses,
but to please the bosses.
Dignity the only currency we spend,
as we bend to pick our dog-end.
Friday, September 11, 2020
Thursday, September 10, 2020
Tuesday, September 8, 2020
Monday, September 7, 2020
Sunday, September 6, 2020
Saturday, September 5, 2020
So Venus is in Leo.
Venus the beautiful lady, the Lady of the Manor, and Leo the sun sign.
Meanwhile I draw the Moon in Tarot, so I'm the opposite of the sun's kinetic energy, being myself rather introspective today.
The trick, dear hearts? Channel that, direct it, use your deep thoughts to spur forward agenda items, although today's interests may be less practical or pressing than the ordinary minutia. Meanwhile the syndicated forecasts says to work on my health and home. Blah.
sulfur smell of the smoke from my hot barrel
dead loser can't hurt me now
Joe Biden comb your hair good and watch my dance
can't no one from the past administration get no traction
you don't know that?
I guess you will find out for yourselves.
Air Cav rope snap
aint no use to no one
you talk mighty fine about your dreams
but you aint broached my scene
no you ain't
not with no Obama-era rhetoric, anyway.
we traffic in 140 characters, now
and some hot slugs
crawling 'cross your screens
did you retweet?
burning paper and pine sap
stars and bars in the back window
a duck is a duck
massachussetts liberals, most of them, anyway,
live-tweeting about their ads
we can get a boycott off the ground, people.
they won't get my car insurance dollars
Tuesday, September 1, 2020
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