A guy walks into a bar that is full of koala bears. “Sorry, buddy,” says the koala bartender, “you’ll have to leave.” “Why?” says the guy. “Because you don’t have the koalafications.”
Dedicated to the spirits of Poul Anderson and Gordon R. Dickson, co-creators of the Hoka, the ursinoid aliens who hilariously re-enacted various human dramas, including “Casey At the Bat” and The Marriage of Figaro.
My Mom is in the hospital again. Probably OK, but they’ll keep her overnight for observation. Before I found out, I’d done a card called “two bodies” that began “GARY has two bodies/just as heather has two mommies . . .” and told about my flappy fleshy body being nothing special but my body of work being immortal and immense. It was typical self-aggrandizing crap, and it has now disappeared, and good riddance.
But I left Mom at her urging to go to work, and am now at the library, and, not finding the card I’d intended to post, whipped up this nearly-empty-headed one instead, just to keep every-day-in-March continuity going. I sort of like its clean near-emptiness.
I am known–some might say despised–for my horrible puns. One of the worst is in this narrative.
event u al ly we will all be ash
x-forces may then play as tomb or cache
to leave a trace so nexters aren’t at sea
recording all from crawl to atv
ach! this is done inconsequentially
Yggdrasil’s new leaf
Of tats and wild ‘do
Unlikely to crawl
Nor at challenge balk
Give them the keys
with faultlines and slippage and cracks in the crust,
our toothscapes erode and degrade–for they must.
When Piestewa Peak was Squaw Peak, the footstrikes of thousands of hikers accelerated the erosion of the mountain, especially at the base. When this became a safety issue, concrete was poured over the eroded ground in certain places. It was analogous to a dentist putting fillings in a tooth.
My own toothscape includes gullies where four extracted wisdom teeth once resided, a years-in-the-making buildup of plaque that is disgustingly visible in the front lower teeth, and the shattering and/or calving of three broken teeth. My investment in tooth care has been restricted since 2006 to dental floss, toothbrushes, toothpaste, and toothpicks, incorporated into a rigorous schedule of personal oral hygiene. I don’t eat anything harder than a crisp apple, and I must always chew carefully, and mostly on the right side.
“Get thee to a dentistry–go!” you say? “No thanks,” I reply. I know a good-souled woman whose tooth-investment since 2006 is in the tens of thousands of dollars, and issue after issue with her much-tinkered-with mouth has come up. And my long-suffering, breathtakingly-brave younger brother Brian has had not a tooth in his head for years.
I will see a dentist, probably within the year. But not now and not soon. My toothscape helps me take nothing for granted.
metastasizing ego
ululates in the zoo
c s lewis, big on sin
held position at the inn
he insisted on design . . .
The 2016 Presidential election in these United States is the most important in American history. Heaven help us, we have two nakedly-ambitious candidates and a refreshing and visionary, yet big-odds-against, third. So I called upon all my acrostical skills to convey the embedded message: AMBITION FORCES US TO TAKE STOCK.
The words:
Rising AMBITION makes one thing so clear
Ideological FORCES adhere
Siphoning lifeblood and rubbing US raw
Sinking significance down TO a shwa
Knowledge of power can TAKE us so far
Kow-tow to no one and STOCK every shard
Finally, a humble request to the Great Undecided: Please vote for Bernie Sanders.
I bought an ice-cream cone for my friend of 37 years, Donna Atkins Parella. Today is her hmmdee-hmmph birthday. Sadly, she’s not here, so I ate it in her honor. Donna Sue, I owe you one . . .
The acrostic was done on the platform, and then in one of the cars, of the Valley Metro Light Rail. When I was on the platform cars kept stopping in front of me, waiting for the light to change. Kimon Nicolaïdes once said “draw anything,” so I drew one of the cars. Then the not-quite-word “carlessness” came, I being a pedestrian, and the words obediently followed . . .
Chevy Impala was used to attain
ATTITUDE ALTITUDE though no jet plane
Recent additions have hybridish graces
Ramp up, pedestrians–off to the races
In the rock opera JESUS CHRIST SUPERSTAR there is this exchange between Jesus and Judas:
JC: Why don’t you go do it?
JI: You want me to do it!
JC: Hurry, they’re waiting.
JI: If you knew why I do it–
JC: I don’t care why you do it.
JI: To think I admired you. Well, now I despise you!
JC: You liar – you Judas
JI: You wanted me to do it! What if I just stayed here and ruined your ambition? Christ, you deserve it!
JC: Hurry, you fool, hurry and go. Save me your speeches, I don’t want to know. Go! GO!!!
As presented in the drama, both Jesus and Judas are conflicted about their roles, one raging, the other despairing to the point of suicide. Yet they did their jobs for the sake of the story.
Do-ality
The World of ones and zeroes
Has Ne’er-do-wells and Heroes
Ubiquitously interactive
Symbiotic/trans-enactive
(THUS)
One with Clay, Image and Text 