Honestly, I'm a Liar, & Other Balances & Imbalances

June 27, 2015

ENNUI

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“‘The only horrible thing in the world is ennui, Dorian. That is the one sin for which there is no forgiveness.’”

Mr. Oscar Wilde, from his gem,”The Picture Of Dorian Gray”

June 13, 2015

Happy Birthday, Billy Butler Yeats

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I bear a burden that might well try
Men that do all by rule,
And what can I
That am a wandering-witted fool
But pray to God that He ease
My great responsibilities?

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.from “Two Songs Of A Fool”, William Butler Yeats,1919

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.billybutleryeats

April 22, 2015

“LIGHT INEFFABLE”

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night. In their gray visions they obtain glimpses of eternity, and thrill, in awakening, to find that they have been upon the verge of the great secret. In snatches, they learn something of the wisdom which is of good, and more of the mere knowledge which is of evil. They penetrate, however, rudderless or compassless into the vast ocean of the “light ineffable,”

from Poe’s “Eleonora”

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LIKE  LIGHTENING

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pray, tell

There’s but one pretty way to spell out

my long sentence.

If random luck holds out   perhaps

The power, like lightening  stabs

down my stance,

I’ll light up  Dark dancing static

X Rayed,  & loony like on a cartoon.

Man, I’ll be lit up like a mantle

in a lantern soon.

Windfall clarity

should  scare me then.

If I should flinch when I  have,  by chance

One unscrambled avalanche,

Doled out sure/steady

As an hour old Soulful  pillow  rain

It  means

I’ll miss  all this  when

The  words  come,

Spilling these spaces.&

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I’m  pervious

I ain’t nervous of naked undersurfaces

February 11, 2015

SHUNNING CLASSICAL INVESTIGATION

It’s meant to be  a pair of documents,

Y’see, But I signed both.

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Caught, I could  share   the clench

He put on that  pair of documents.

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Bright lights washed this whiteish room.

The solemness thing   a candle brings,

Though I searched,  all the shadows had no shade in this room.

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We digressed some away from

the heart of the matter

When he stressed  my stories were

fog & mirror

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I’m sure I concurred  that if

Scenes and factors shift

From tellings to retellings,

It seems the fact is  seems shifty.

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“But plainly, a  planned  lie,

A tall Alibi, that had ironclad  unchanging,

Mimicry! is one word for word bed story,

Read to children.

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Isn’t that one good bet

That wins & sets the liar free”

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I think he let it sink in, and then set.

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“And you expect me to reject

Classic casebook investigation technique

& instead of  doubting inconsistency,

Instead ..One consistent story

Is a tell tale “good bet”

for Guilty?  And yet,

changing ones tune again & again  is uniquely

Honest?   it’s best to revise to clarify..

As one more clearly

recalls  new  old  details?

Just as pieces of night dreams

Resurface  into..Really??!”

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“Um, yes.”

December 15, 2014

“CHRISTMAS IN PRISON” by John Prine

It was Christmas in prison and the food was real good
We has turkey and pistols carved out of wood
I dream of her always even when I don’t dream
Her name’s on my tongue and her blood’s in my strings

Wait a while eternity
Old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me
Come to me, run to me, come to me now
I’m rollin’ my sweetheart
I’m flowin’ by God

She reminds me of a chess game with someone I admire
Or a picnic in the rain after a prairie fire
Her heart is as big as this whole goddamn jail
And she’s sweeter than saccharine at a drug store sale

Wait a while eternity
Old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me
Come to me, run to me, come to me now
I’m rollin’ my sweetheart
I’m flowin’ by God

The search light in the big yard turns ’round with the gun
And spotlights the snowflakes like the dust in the sun
It’s Christmas in prison there’ll be music tonight
I’ll probably get homesick, I love you, Good night

Wait a while eternity
Old Mother Nature’s got nothin’ on me
Come to me, run to me, come to me now
I’m rollin’ my sweetheart
I’m flowin’ by God

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John Prine
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December 8, 2014

MEDITATIVE/ Kafka’s “The Way Home”

The Way Home

by Franz Kafka
Translated by Willa and Edwin Muir

See what a persuasive force the air has after a thunderstorm! My merits become evident and overpower me, though I don’t put up any resistance, I grant you.

I stride along and my tempo is the tempo of all my side of the street, of the whole street, of the whole quarter. Mine is the responsibility, and rightly so, for all the raps on doors or on the flat of a table, for all toasts drunk, for lovers in their beds, in the scaffolding of new buildings, pressed to each other against the house walls in dark alleys, or on the divans of a brothel.

I weigh my past against my future, but find both of them admirable, cannot give either the preference, and find nothing to grumble at save the injustice of providence that has so clearly favored me.

Only as I come into my room I feel a little meditative, without having met anything on the stairs worth meditating about. It doesn’t help me much to open the window wide and hear music still playing in a garden.

December 4, 2014

PHANTASMAGLORIOUS

Oh  my

Secret mission is to dream  the dreams

That  visionarys  fly

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Balthus/ Chagall/

Dorothea Tanning/

I see Cecily Brown/ Karen L. Darling/

Munch/ Klimt/

& Sol Halabi/

Falk/ & Kobliha/

Lars Elling/ I have Kanevsky/

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Fevered Maddening  among jungles

Fervid colorings sing

These are a few of my favorite things

March 22, 2013

Happy Birthday Stephen Sondheim

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http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/368532/december-14-2010/stephen-sondheim

March 1, 2013

Leonard Cohen Thrills

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May 18, 2010

Dennis Potter (May 17,1935-1994/ RIP)

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The English playwright/TV-dramatist, Dennis Potter was born May 17, 1935 (d. 1994, cancer). His widely acclaimed television dramas mixed fantasy and reality, the personal and the social. He was particularly fond of using themes and images from popular culture. Pieces such as The Singing Detective (1986) and Pennies from Heaven (1978) were astonishingly fresh genre-benders - mixing detective story, musical and realist drama (the title character in The Singing Detective suffers badly from psoriasis), helping bring postmodernism to the small screen… Photo: Michael Daks, 1986 - bromide fibre print (National Portrait Gallery, London)

The English playwright/TV-dramatist, Dennis Potter was born May 17, 1935 (d. 1994, cancer). His widely acclaimed television dramas mixed fantasy and reality, the personal and the social. He was particularly fond of using themes and images from popular culture.

Pieces such as The Singing Detective (1986) and Pennies from Heaven (1978) were astonishingly fresh genre-benders – mixing detective story, musical and realist drama (the title character in The Singing Detective suffers badly from psoriasis), helping bring postmodernism to the small screen…

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