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id Id ID

May 28, 2025
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id: The That in id est, Latin for That Is.

Id: Ole Brain-Beast.

ID: A credential of existence.

we wrestle our bestial selves/our impulse selves/the worser devils of our nature/salivate at the sight of a steak/engorge at the sight of a gorgeous woman

i.e. fred astaire’s dance partner rita hayworth/marlon brando’s lover rita moreno

and the truth is most of us want passion to be an integral part of our identities

but some of us grapple with the either-or for which there seems no in-between:

either Leash

or Unleash

Why Inertia Is Like a Pet Door

May 22, 2025
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Sitting in the front room of my apartment in my raggedy underwear

With the outside light dimming and hope also dimming that the accomplishments-expectations of the day will be met

You have tomorrow

A voice of optimism and sanity speaks

And so many good things happened today

It is a cheery reminding voice/It is your truest voice

And five minutes can make an enormous difference

I open the dryer door and move the clothing to the foot of my bed in three goes in less than five minutes

And now the inertia is broken and you are free

I fold the laundry and put it away and put on some of the clothing

Find my fitness watch and strap it on

Fish out socks and pick up shoes

Look at my goofy hair in the mirror and shrug

Open the door into the non-apartment world

Springy steps

Tuneful heart

capper

May 22, 2025
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capper

how like a stadium/a simple bottle cap becomes/without the context of its bottle

and what a marvel of containment technology it is in any case

and how versatile a ceramics tool/it might cookie-cut medallions or checkers/ or, rolled on its side, provide texture/with its grip-enabling ribs

just…just don’t…step on it barefoot

especially sharp side up

as pictured

perpendicular perp/cryptoliteracy

May 21, 2025
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it’s never too late

to perpetrate

never too soon to scheme

if you lean alee

perpetrationally

as the subject of meme

play it strait

take the right-angle beam

on the bright angel trail

and extract from the fiefdom the fief

and a raging spring storm’ll

re-angle you normal

and the angel will wail

stop

that

thief

stele Weal reel seal

May 20, 2025
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a stone long ago

is commemoratively

holding down the earth.

.

Let us salute the Uncommonweal

And Kindness and not a transactional deal.

.

the projectionist’s reel goes round and round

oblivious to its obsolescence

celebratory of its historical captures

of twenty-four photos per second

and synchronous sprocketed sound.

.

seal a kiss

seal and sea lion

seal imprinted on wax

see L for Library

for more information.

kaf

May 20, 2025
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Sumatran coffee, half&half, and blue agave syrup presented in a mocha-glazed mini-mug artisanally crafted by the author

kaf

kaf

is a letter on the arabic alphabet

and in the hebrew alphabet as well

and represents the k sound

and can mean spoon

palm

crown

or potential

.

kaf is also the first syllable

in kaffeeklatsch

which brings us to the photo above

which is of a coffee mug i made

on the 26th of march of this year

and glazed near the end of april

with three other mugs of similar shape

.

the glaze happens to correspond

to the darker part

of the color spectrum of coffee

and makes a tasty contrast with coffee

that has been laced with half&half

and blue agave syrup.

.

i made many mugs this spring

of various sizes

and made the serendipitous discovery

that the smaller-volumed mugs

are more suitable

for the first cup of coffee of the morning

giving a lift the same as with a bigger mug

yet with less struggle-to-finish

in order to get out the door in time

and that makes the flavor more savorable.

.

kaf is also delightful in reverse.

if you don’t believe me,

do a fak check!

🙂

Breakfast Epiphany Riffin’ PIP & Me

May 19, 2025
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My tea is herbal prickly pears

Mixed up with lemonade

My bagel avocadoed wears

Balsamic grinned pomade

My wheel is Shimpo and it bears

A cylinder I’ve made

The venue’s PIP

The potter cares

To catch the clay world

Unawares

One fine day with much

Loves and Shares

And comments with no shade

A Southwest egg well laid

Untangle that Noodle, Young Man

May 18, 2025
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Joseph R. Blough

Swaggers into a bar

You could tell by his look and his sway

He’d better not go

Near the wheel of his car

Or he’d land in the pokey today

Bartender Zeke

Rolls his olive-hued eyes

And presents irritation and frown

“Don’t be so bleak,

Mister Doom in Disguise,

I’m one wounded Joe-Oe. Blough. Me down.

“So….

Untangle that Noodle, Young Man,

The one in your vagabond brain

You’ll be much less tense

And the traffic less dense

So unstrangle that Noodle to Sane.”

Nick NB: Selected Discography

May 16, 2025
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Nick NB’s debut album, Engaged to Be Merely’d, had nine tracks:

Side One

Skin Gift (Enby) 3:44/Stumbling Rider on a Sure-Footed Horse (Enby) 6:07/Untangle That Noodle, Young Man (Enby/Fitzhugh) 2:51/Gravitas Ave. (Enby) 13:12

Side Two

A Satellite Dish of a Girl (Rubin/De los Santos) 1:51/Ankle Deep (Enby) 5:00/Hesitant Lover (Delkins/Enby) 3:47/Powder Blue Episode (Enby) 18:18/Had (Enby) 1:17

The album didn’t chart, but Nick’s friend Sheila  Garland sent a laudatory review to the op-ed of her hometown newspaper. The editor titled it “Nota Bene, Mr. Enby” and cut it to size a little. Excerpt: “Who wouldn’t love to be that Satellite Dish of a Girl, on a horseback ride with her stumbly Hesitant Lover boyfriend, headed for that Powder Blue Episode?”

****

Five albums later, Nick Enby was famous, touring, and breaking hearts. Dirt in the Sugar peaked at #7 and stayed in the Hot 200 for eleven weeks.

Side One

Toll Boot (Enby) 3:35/Grab My Clothes for Me, Willya, Babe? (Enby) 3:56/That Flea Has Dogs (Enby) 1:19/Certificate of Shame (Enby) 7:29/Half Falcon, Half Baked (Enby) 12:22/Dribble Me This (Enby) 8:40

Side Two

Journey to Aintville (Enby) 22:52/Dirt in the Sugar (Enby/Ribble) 5:00

Excerpt from “That Flea Has Dogs”;

Hop to it, says the Devil/Step lively, says the Queen/You’re a bubble off the level/With your walker turning green…

Excerpt from “Journey to Aintville,” seen by some critics as a cautionary tale Enby was telling himself:

When you awaken and you don’t know what you’ve done/But the crawling guilt says you must have had some truly nasty fun/In your nakedness you stumble/And through dresser drawers you fumble/And your heart stops at the cold touch of a gun…

***”

Ten years later, Nick Enby had fallen from grace twice, bounced back four and a half times, almost gotten married, and had almost fathered a child. He still had some creative fuel in the tank, though, and in a series of sessions in recording studios in three countries he mined the ore that became V(aled)ictory.

Side One

Genny Wouldn’t Know (Enby) 4:16/I’d Give My Left “Eye” to Go Back (Davidson/Enby) 5:09/Sure-Footed Rider on a Stumbling Horse (Enby/Ribble) 6:15/It Only Aches When It Beats (Enby et al) 15:02

Side Two

Wicky Stick-It (Enby) 3:58/Genny Told Me So (Enby) 4:16/Footcuffs & Earmuffs (Edge/Vortex) 2:01/Genny Fades Anew (Enby) 4:16/Time to Go Unhome (Enby) 6:42/Genny, It’s Always Been You (Enby) 11:11

Nine of Nick’s friends contributed to “It Only Aches When It Beats.” His friend Beth Svensdottir wrote this one:

Your ardor lasted twenty days/And brought me to a love-stunned haze/And then I’m high and dry and jilted/I guess your ardor must have wilted.

To the end of his life, Nick Enby refused to discuss the mysterious Genny.