“Frat party of the superrich” – cartoonist Signe Wilkinson.
Hangovers, pregnancies, and all.
You never know what we'll churn up in cleaning a stall
“Frat party of the superrich” – cartoonist Signe Wilkinson.
Hangovers, pregnancies, and all.
If only the Orange Man or orangutan appeared only in nightmares …
“What a writer wants is praise, praise, praise, praise, praise.” – Gertrude Stein
The secret to getting ahead, in one list: the ability to say NO.
Every circle, organization, office needs somebody in this role. Few people want to have the responsibility. They’d rather be liked.
“Let me check with Joe,” also works.
The Harmonites (Rappites) believed Christ, in his Second Coming, will carry a golden geranium. It became their sign, though they also used red geraniums.
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So we learned in a visit to New Harmony.
Fine art is, after all, an extension of religion. Just look at museums, concert halls, theaters, even arenas as temples.
That said, here goes:
Proprietors: Middle-class or desiring to move up, the kulcher-seekers. Subcategories those seeking familiarity with the old, beside those with “taste,” a little knowledge of “masters.”
Those dragged through: Spouses, dates, children.
Those seeking Experience: Usually modernists with “taste” but possibly those seeking play within art, qualities antithetical to where art must be “serious.”
Fellow practitioners: Usually too poor to collect new work except by trading, but also the most critical and appreciative, depending.
Now, for atheists and agnostics?
After drafting this, I see parallels to dining out for fine cuisine or attending concerts, live theater, even cinema.
Care to add to the list?
Canadian Opera’s Marriage of Figaro at the Capitol [theater in Yakima]: well done yet I’m perplexed by what makes a performance exciting and vital rather than merely competently technical …
I’m sure I enjoyed it all the same. It is one of my favorite operas.
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By the way, in reviewing my journals, I see there were more musical performances in my life during those years than I’ve recalled.
Said he: “We’re descended from lower-level gods
who mated with apes outraging the other deities.
It’s like putting human brains in tigers
walking down the street.”
The kicker?
“We can do it in fifteen years.”
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Way back in my past
when I was lamenting
not having profound revelations
any more.
PS, those tigers still aren’t on our streets.
“Those yellow flowers, what do you call them? They are so beautiful.”
“We call them weeds.”
The Frenchman cannot understand our reaction to dandelions.
Still, a sparrow carefully picks at the puffs bit by bit for breakfast.
A jerk here, tug there, then swallowing. And flies away.
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Summer Full Out:
Kat smoking her new pipe
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Nosmo:
Our four-legged asshole
an input-output equation
hops on our bed
tears at the carpet
leaps nearly three feet at eleven weeks
stinks terribly
goes after moths
when we call, he comes
“He’s really a dog”
“He’s really a pest”
The Hunter is typically a male, an image of strength and tribe. In this case, Truckers.
Citizens’ Band radio, take a totem, new name for self:
with a talking stick / in your hand, in the air / at the wheel of an 18 / yes, eighteen-wheeler
Sometimes talking four-wheeler, too:
“Four-wheeler, she’s clear”
that is, not a Bear
“Ya got ears”
“Keep an eyeball out for”
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Time check
Road check
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“At 205, Eight-O
westbound Bear flipping around”
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“Green stamps” are dollar bills
(reflecting store promotion trading stamps
of the time)
hence, “on the green stamps”
means turnpike tolls
perhaps bridges, too
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“Was you in Harrisburg Pee A last night?
I was a-talkin’ to you”
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In Gilligan’s Island, meaning Ohio
during Governor Gilligan’s term
“The Bears got seventy-five dollars out of me,
lost you,” meaning fine paid
A rig is reported doing “a roly-poly,” that can’t be good.
The signoff of departing or divergent interchanges:
Wonder where they all are now.