Monday, September 21, 2009
Sunday, September 20, 2009
Frank is a linguist. He is self-effacing and modest. He speaks several languages. He instantly called out in a loud voice, "Giu le Mani! Giu le Mani!" DOWN THE HANDS! Down the HANDS!
Friday, September 18, 2009
If you're going to spend inordinate time in your yard it is foolish to do it mowing and edging grass. This woman has a long-established colorful plan.
The tuneless tantalizer is at his tiny tines again,
showing our one-block-long street
how to wrap our leaves; how
in the face of raw nature's fluttering intrusion
never to sound lawn-care retreat!
Yes, it's true, the lax commoner rakes his leaves
to curbside and waits for the city vacuum patrol
to eventually come
but A true Lawnist -
Moreover, he's almost - have we not noticed? -
The perfect shade of green and blade count per square inch
so close to being on the weedless button,
albeit by means of contracted and self-ministrations
of many merchanted murder-lizers
and species-endangering sprayed spuriosities.
and his criss-crossing, thrice-weekly mowing patterns
are to me a head-in-the-grass reality avoidance,
some of them,
in plastic drawstring pajama bags
and trucks them elsewhere to sleep; city-dumped.
with too much harsh suction.
in his monk cell-sized tract that
Soon snow will fly, another of his property blights
which will demand of his ordered lawn creed
incredulous shovel-rounded snowbanks
at his sidewalk's rulered edge,
and eternally shifting leaf piles
will offer my counterpoint of
garnering from the grumpen Lawnist
nor a wintery thanks!
Thursday, September 17, 2009
They put me in mind....
of little Obio and his dog Arrow
in Harry Nilsson's The Point,
the song LIFELINE........
to the bottom........
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
A lovely evening passed at the home of Bob and Libby Sellars of East Broadway, Waukesha WI on Sep. 15, 2009. Once again, these gracious, gentle and warrior folk, on behalf of their long-served First Congregational UCC Church at 100 E. Broadway, came to the fore by hosting a 'Meet the New (interim) Minister' gathering.
The Raccoonage covered the event. It is always hard to pass up the opportunity of free food. It was so glorious in their dining room where they'd set up a splendid buffet that our photographer shot with the available light from the chandelier. No flash was used to disturb the long-practiced Sellars' domestic comity.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
by Charles Simic
It'll be a while before my friends
See me in the city,
A while before we roam the streets
Late at night
Shouting each other's names
To point out some sight too wonderful,
Or too terrifying
To give it a name in a hurry.
I'm staying in the country,
Listening to the birds
Greet the light,
And when they fall quiet,
To the wind in the leaves
Which are as numerous here
As the crowds in your city.
God never made a day as beautiful as today,
A neighbor was saying.
I sat in the shade after she left
Mulling that one over,
When a toad hopped out of the grass
And finding me harmless,
Hopped over my foot on his way to the pond.
(from The New York Review of Books, August 13, 2009)
Saturday, September 12, 2009
So here goes our social wakeup call . . .
If I get lost, I can use my socialist GPS navigation technology developed bythe United States Department of Defense and made available to the public in 1996 by President Bill Clinton who issued a policy directive declaring socialist GPS to be a dual-use military/civilian system to be managed as a national socialist asset. After spending another day not being maimed or killed at work thanks to the socialist workplace regulations imposed by the Department of Labor and the Occupational Safety and Health Administration, enjoying another two meals which again do not kill me because of the socialist USDA, I drive my socialist NHTSA car back home on the socialist DOT roads, to my house which has not burned down in my absence because of the socialist state and local building codes and socialist fire marshal's inspection, and which has not been plundered of all it's valuables thanks to the socialist local police department. I then get on my computer and use the socialist internet which was developed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Administration and browse the socialist World Wide Web using my graphical web browser, both made possible by Al Gore's socialist High Performance Computing and Communication Act of 1991.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
A whistling tea kettle, of course:
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Here's a little something
to bring you cheer.
We have a steady frenzy
going outside this window,
chickadees one after the other
all day long
into the early evening.
I know I've sent
variations of this scene before,
but this little bird appeared
A chickadee like any other,
but he posed through the window
Sometimes when I sit here
typing at the keyboard
if there is a light on next to me,
the birds become slightly more timid
and very watchful
because they can see me
through the window.
But they aren't deterred.
They still come.
That is a very old gourd out there
that I once cut open,
cleaned it out,
and used part of the cut-out
for the curved perch.
I painted it a bright blue.
All that is left of that is what you see.
An interesting weathered effect
that I could never duplicate.
I say I because
some artists could conceive that look and apply it,
but I cannot.
by Ted Kooser
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Sylphan vessel pours herself out,
drives exquisite shafts into my heart
with her music;
A half-pint at a mighty organ console
pleasurably stings and pinions
my listening soul;
pierced and webbed,
I am unconcerned with my immobility
while she levitates,
all ninety-eight pounds of her,
flawlessly hand and footing it,
booming and whispering,
her piped hemlock ecstasy
fills me up.
I would brave the darkest path
if accompanied by this little girl musician;
a welcome death by ear
plays me to sleep,
lays me down
In My Next Life
by Mark Perlberg
I will own a sailboat sleek as fingers of wind
"In My Next Life" by Mark Perlberg, from Waiting for the Alchemist. ©