Dee's mom on the MD farm
recently altered her skirt
and decoratively patched her
work togs;
she is shown here next to
a lit pic I (the ed.) insist on being
prominent in the Odd fellows.
She is leaning against the door
of my dad's crown vic at the
National Cathedral in DC,
19 ninety-something.
^,^
As the cosmos turns
Meteor showers were seen by those
who took the time to see
some drove out to darker places
some - well situated -
merely lined up their Adirondacks
in the night-time driveway...
Jose Canuse
"UP up-up- up-up AND
DOWN down-down-down- down..."
And in the end it's only round and round"
Pink Floyd, Us and Them
Dark Side of the Moon 1973
as in
Telescope
by Louise Glück
Listen
Online
There is a moment after you move your eye away
when you forget where you
are
because you’ve been living, it seems,
somewhere else, in the silence
of the night sky.
You’ve stopped being here in the world.
You’re in a different place,
a
place where human life has no meaning.
You’re not a creature in a body.
You exist as the stars
exist,
participating in their stillness, their immensity.
Then you’re in the world again.
At night, on a cold hill,
taking the
telescope apart.
You realize afterward
not that the image is false
but the relation is
false.
You see again how far away
each thing is from every other
thing.
"Telescope" by Louise Glück from Averno. © Farrar, Straus
and Giroux, 2006 |
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ACT OF GOD
NATURE
THAT MOTHER
CLOSES DOWN
THE WAUKESHA STREETS
OF 'FRIDAT NIGHT LIVE'
WHILE AT THE SAME TIME
OPENING THEM UP!
8-14-15
^,^
The
Business of Crows
One of them has a discarded
half-pint milk carton
by its pinched
top
and is banging it on the sidewalk.
Hopping with it, dragging it
along,
he hefts it with his beak
and swings it against the concrete.
Then he pauses to inspect his
work,
to adjust his grip before
picking up the carton
and smacking it down again.
Every time he hits
the sidewalk
with the empty box
it makes a flat, satisfying plop.
Perhaps
that’s all the crow wants,
the hollow report
he gets for his labor
confirming its emptiness.
As for me, I have stopped
on the way back to my office
to watch a
crow’s involvement
with a milk carton. Sunlight,
filtering through bare trees,
stains the
bird a dark blue
that slips to black
like secret ink and makes sense
only as his
feathers move.
What could possibly be
more important than this?
I have no further
excuses.
"The Business of Crows" by Joseph Green from What Water Does
at a Time Like This. © Moon Path Press, 2015
and here at the Odd Fellows on the skylight:
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|
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An exchange that took place
reprinted by permission
of an unmet friend Stu T
in the shadow of the Ohio River:
the order is inverted
so read from the bottom up
for right sequence
And if it’s OK
bayou…
you better
believe it’s that by me!
And, it’s as
good as Raccooned right now
DZD
From: Stewart J
Tolbert [mailto:miko46@frontier.com]
Sent: Sunday, August 16, 2015 10:17
PM
To: David Dix
Subject: Re: Saturday Raccoon Distribute A
- H
OK! by me if its OK bayou
!!!!!!LOL
Well said, my
so far unmet friend.
OK if I use
that exchange in the next Raccoon?
Seriously!
I am thinking
of a cosmic theme.
From: Stewart J
Tolbert [mailto:miko46@frontier.com]
Sent: Sunday, August 16, 2015 10:32
AM
To: David Dix
Subject: Re: Saturday Raccoon Distribute A
- H
Having had a reputation of crazy for a very long time,
its not so bad. I think insanity [not the sad kind as that is a trajidy] is a
widening of your view of reality ,a reality that doesn’t exist
anyway.
Had the most respected outlaw biker, artist from here
make a toast at a gathering "To the craziest MF he knew" and that was me.
Crazy is a big big compliment in the groups I moved about with
here.
No inference
intended that you are up to ‘shit’ty
things
My synaptics
take me in some weird places
sometimes
Sometimes I
fear I am losing my mind, goin’ outta my
head
From: Stewart J
Tolbert [mailto:miko46@frontier.com]
Sent: Saturday, August 15, 2015 3:21
PM
To: David Dix
Subject: Re: Saturday Raccoon Distribute A
- H
That reminds me
of an old
thing:
There was a
little snake –
S
He went across
a bridge –
H
He felt a drop
of Rain -
i
He put up his
umbrella –
T
I bet you know
that one, Stew,
already
From: Stewart J
Tolbert [mailto:miko46@frontier.com]
Sent: Saturday, August 15,
2015 10:20 AM
To: David
Dix
Subject: Re: Saturday
Raccoon Distribute A -
H
not yet still crossing ‘i’s” and dotting “T’s”, but
close, very
close.
Good
news on the Buddhist non-kill.
From: Stewart J
Tolbert [mailto:miko46@frontier.com]
Sent: Saturday, August 15,
2015 9:07 AM
To: David
Dix
Subject: Re: Saturday
Raccoon Distribute A -
H
Good work, I love bats. The Jens ,I think I spelled
correctly, Buddhist sect, again if I am remembering correctly, endeavor to not
kill and wear breath masks as to reduce the death of microbes. Being a
Warrior/Priest I accept the Karma of my killing and bless them on there
way.
^,^
If you are able to pronounce correctly every single word in this brilliant poem, you will be speaking English better than 90% of the native English speakers in the world! After trying these verses, a French man said he would prefer 7 months of hard labor, to reading 6 lines of this poem aloud. | Source: http://www.whydontyoutrythis.com/2014/12/can-you-pronounce-this-whole-poem-9-out-of-10-people-can-not.html
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NEWS ITEM FROM THE ONION:
SCHAUMBURG, IL—In a turn of events that has stunned the worldwide medical community, local
infant Nathan Jameson, born just six days ago, has become the youngest person ever to permanently and irrevocably lose all faith in humanity.
“This shatters all previous records,” University of Chicago psychologist Douglas McAllister said Monday. “In all of documented medical history, there is no case of a newborn taking less than four months to develop the mental faculties required to grasp the full extent of this existential nightmare we call life on earth.”
“Considering he already comprehends harsh realities that many people spend their entire fleeting, shallow existences attempting to deny,
Baby Nathan is quite the little miracle!” he added.
Though he has not yet developed the capacity for speech, extensive cognitive testing has definitively shown that the shockingly perceptive 6-day-old fully understands and accepts that human beings cannot be trusted, that they remain far too ignorant for their opinions to be reliable, that a lack of self-awareness about their own destructive tendencies pervades the species as a whole, and that most are too ineffectual to successfully pursue even the shallow self-interested agendas that rule their lives.
Sources said the early-blooming newborn was putting two and two together about the real nature of humanity even before leaving the hospital, where his first sensory experiences included the shouts of sick people arguing to get treatment they urgently needed, visitors staring vacantly at smartphones as they sat next to bedridden loved ones, televisions blaring the empty rhetoric and emotionally manipulative appeals of political advertisements, and dozens upon dozens of pained, desperate cries, including his own.
Local reports confirmed the baby’s disillusionment was only compounded by the fact that he spent his first days in the bleak and soulless suburban conformity of Schaumburg, IL, its empty consumerist non-culture allowing him to realize in record time that all human pursuits are cold, joyless, and devoid of any substantive purpose or integrity.
“For a baby, he sure is an insightful little guy,” Nathan’s mother, Melanie Jameson, told reporters. “My husband and I are a loveless, narcissistic couple whose weird, freaked-out neediness and anxieties—which we sublimate under a mask of facile self-regard—would normally be introjected into our child’s forming psyche over the course of years. But this talented fella just took it all in at once!”
“We’re awfully proud to have such a precocious son,” she added, her face displaying no genuine emotion.
According to household sources, Baby Nathan has already noticed that his father, Michael Jameson, resents the infant’s 3 a.m. crying, feels more trapped than ever in his sham-marriage now that he’s a father, and is inwardly building an ever-growing wall against the reality of his own life one mid-afternoon cocktail at a time.
“The kid’s not even a week old, and he has the thousand-yard stare of a middle-aged man,” said psychologist Helen James, one of the cognitive scientists who verified that by his third day of life, Nathan had already begun to sense the overwhelming air of desperation surrounding other people. “That look that says, ‘I’ve finally given up on the reassuring fictions that prop up humanity’s delusional self-image as dignified, intelligent, or decent in any way.’ He knows the truth.”
“At this point, he shouldn’t even be able to distinguish between himself and the rest of humanity, let alone have the capacity to lose faith in it,” James continued. “Evidently, the human condition has gotten even more depressing than it already was, and we’re going to need to reformulate our entire theory of childhood development.”
“My God, what a depressing development,” she added.
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The
First Voyages Out
by
Paul Martin
Listen
Online
Walking across the bridge on my way
to school, I’d lean over the
railing
and stare down at the river
until I was moving
on a ship’s stern
past the wooded banks
and the smoky mill towns toward
the ocean and the shining world beyond
I was beginning to read about -
Egypt, Rome, Greece and the Parthenon,
their golden light drawing me
past my friends’ shouts to hurry
or we’d be late, their voices drowning
in the wake of my
departure.
"The First Voyages Out" by Paul Martin from
Floating on
the Lehigh. © Grayson Books, 2015
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Shelf Bracket fungi;
if you get them at the right time
growing on the side of a tree
'upside down' -
the lower soft surface facing the ground
may be marked with a sharp stick
a dark impression is left
if dried a while.
In 1979 (as now)
We wanted to honor the elephant
so maligned in the dominion world
broken to march in our circus parades
or worse, killed for their tusks.
Here in Waukesha you can help
the Sri Lankan elephants
by buying elephant dung papers
at Plowshares on Main St.
That way the elephants have jobs
and are 'useful.'
^^*
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10 Commandments
(why cats will not take commandments
- why
they can't be Republicans)
Living with a cat for the first time, you pick
up on its behavioral quirks,
many of which are common among other cats.
I quickly found that cats aren't
owned by anyone;
they come and stay (or go) on there own terms
and time.
1.
They are curious about what you do in your bedroom, but they don't try to
legislate away your freedom to do it.
2.
Cats may take away your cushion, but they'll give it back to you with a gentle
push.
3.
Cats give you attention and sympathy when you're sick.
4.
Females are treated with importance in the cat world.
5.
Cats make use of solar power, often all day long.
6.
Cats lick their own problems and take care of other cats too.
7.
Cats don't blame black and brown cats for their troubles.
8.
Cats know how to ration their resources.
9.
Fat cats are not at the top of the cat hierarchy, are not cat role models, and
have more trouble surviving and thriving, not less.
10.
While Republicans blindly follow authority, it is said that getting Democrats to
act in unison is like herding cats.
aaa Daix artifact 1999
