Here is something that is and is not a work in progress. It is not good as is, but there is a revolutionary artwork implied in it; the trouble is that its proper expression would require about a month’s work. So here is yet another one waiting for me to retire . . .

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Words:

Born & bred in angry squalor/raised expecting even smaller /eking pennies on the dollar/acrimony–CHAOS too/turns into hullabaloo/hashtag [#] Welcometothezoo/if the outcome makes us scream/need a strong liaise ur-beam/get our selves a better dream

What could be revolutionary, and is implied, is the degree to which the.text may enhance the message. Note how one line “jumps ship” and usurps the end of the previous line. And with time and effort the words at the last of the poem may themselves give Breathing Room relief.

Will there ever be a 2.0? Time–and space–will tell.

And Fortune . . .

 

Happy Mother’s Day, everybody.

Per my own mother’s request I made a full-color butterfly of 9 x 12 dimensions. Though I fulfilled her request, I feel bad about the crudity of the execution. But the Sorry About That is for the fact that I cannot resist quoting her reaction to the photo below: “Great! I look like I’m pooping.”

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I love you, Mom. You are one in a million.

 

Chipfall

 

CAPER ye O clown O goof

Hmmph & squueeeze your doofy loofa

It’s just real life after all

PLAY! A Reaper’s come to call

 

There is a game called Candy Crush, available “free” on the smart phone I just acquired. It is not free. It cost me time.  It will cost you far more time than it did me, if you let it. Beware.

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slow, please; stop, please; turn around, please

optimism needs to be on a leash
for if not
it is unleashed
and what-the-hell holds sway

a man runs for president
and he is famous for his infidelities
and his bankruptcies
and he wrote or had written the art of the deal
and he seems near-identical to the uncaring jerkmeisters
catspaws of the corrupt bank-executive predators
whose fraudulence brought down the 2007 economy
and who got off scot-free

there is vast proof that he lies constantly
and his supporters say “ah well,
all politicians lie”
while he brands an opponent “lyin’ ted”
schoolyard bully style

many years ago there was an english rock band, the who
who did a song called “won’t be fooled again”
but the last line was “meet the new boss,
same as the old boss”

gaaaah
reason and logic may once more fail to carry the day
because there are neckless optimists with distractive shotguns
and a bedrock-solid sense of entitlement
who think letting the fox run the henhouse is a great idea
and will make america great again

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and, in conclusion . . .

my favorite mime
didn’t wear that silly white makeup
did sport a top hat over blondielocks
did play a lovely harp with skillful panache

his name was arthur
born adolph, but a cheap bully stained that name forever

arthur’s antical grin showed there was a little boy in there
calling many of the shots

offstage he liked to golf and talk
privately he golfed naked
publicly he was part of the algonquin round table,
adding to its mix of deep and diverse wit

whenever a guest arrived late
he would say loudly, “AND, IN CONCLUSION . . .”

he was a consummate clown
he was a lovely man

 

 

cantileverage with p & q

obfuscates the devil & his due

risking on one turn of pitch & toss

kidnaps will to chance & all is lost

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This poem has as its touchstone Rudyard Kipling’s lines from “IF–,” “If you can make one heap of all your winnings/And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss/And lose, and start again at your beginnings/And never breathe a word about your loss . . .” The whole thrust (implication intentional) of “IF–” is man-to-manly-man advice on how to conduct oneself. I committed the poem to memory more than twenty years ago, thinking it great. Today I think certain lines are keepers (“If you can dream, and not make dreams your master/If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim . . .”), yet other lines, such as the one my poem is based on, are problematic.

Is it a good and manly thing to risk all your winnings on one chancy outcome? Was it a good idea to acquire those winnings on chancy outcomes? Speaking as someone with a gambling addiction, for me the answer is No to both.

Just last week I felt myself at risk. I had a little extra money, and I heard Casino Arizona call my name. And an insidious rationalizing voice whispered in my ear that I could handle it now, being older and less manically spiky.

So what I did was tell a friend I was at risk. She listened, and wisely suspended judgment and refrained from instruction, though she said she felt like a bad friend for letting me go off to do whatever the hell I was going to do. (I had gotten to the point of renting a car to enable whatever-the-hell-I-was-going-to-doing.)

I put temptation aside, though, and used the car to have some fun with my daughter, first with breakfast at the Hideaway West, then to Castles-n-Coasters for pinball and vidgame fun, then to Samurai Comics, and lastly to her home to watch the first episode of Season Two of Netflix’s Daredevil. That evening I breathed a relief-sigh for having dodged another gambling bullet.

Now, why is the acrostic “cork quest” and not “pitch &toss”? Because this day’s card started with the drawing of a corkscrew. I liked that it looked a little like a deadly weapon; and it IS a deadly weapon, if used to unleash demons different from mine . . .