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u little shih tzu

Today I had the marvelous good luck to meet a delightful dog. Some might think her homely, what with the underbite and the radiating hair, which makes her nose look like one of her chakras (and with dogs, who knows?), but I and my daughter, who is dogsitting as well as housesitting today, think her nothing less than Adorable.

And she is quite verbal (growl-al?). She and I had a conversation which lasted a good three minutes, the gist of which was I should open my box of Wheat Thins Tomato & Basil for her delectation, if I please. (I had to disappoint her.)

My drawing does not do her justice, but what would?

Words:

Unarguable CLASS
Lavishish muss-STASH
Introduce me to your SUSHI
Then I’ll have a BASH
Them what has it HAS it
Let my PIZZAZZ
Entertain YOU

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 . . .

 

 

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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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 . . .

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playing jacks with laura
To Laura J Young

there was a girl
about two years older than my sevenandahalf,
and her name was laura
and she taught me how to play jacks.

she used a golf ball, which was good, because
it had more bounce and truer bounce
than that red ball with a seam.

laura was always better than me,
always getting up to her tens
while i was still on my fives or so,
and then she’d get through piginapen
or doublebounce
while i was only up to my nines or so.

we also played chutes&ladders
or candyland
out of the charity of her kind soul,
for she had long outgrown those games.

she had a spool with four nails pounded partway
into one end, the nailheads forming a square,
and she could make an endless snake
of yarn or twine
come out of the other end
just by a kind of weaving.
i thought it was neat.
she taught me how to do it too.

our dads got mad at each other over something.
it might have been the mulberries our tree shed
in their yard,
which were sweetly yummy but awfully stainy,
or it might have been the way our dog liked to pee
on their pyracantha,
or maybe that we were supposed to be the first ones
to swim in the swimming pool we helped dig
and we ended up never swimming there at all.

it only matters because after that
laura and i never played any more.

more than fifty-one years later
i saw her name as a friend of a facebook friend,
another neighbor,
and now we’re friends again
though many miles apart.

she is a shepherd and a yarnwright
and a champion of the environment.
i find that delightful.

i will probably never see her again
since she lives in one of the carolinas,
but i do hope there is something to
the lifeflashingbeforeyoureyes notion,
because i would so love, however briefly,
to go back to
playing jacks with laura.

Yesterday was a Life-Changer. I finally gave in to reality’s mandate and purchased a smart phone, specifically a Samsung Galaxy Core Prime. I am now able to do this blog post in the comfort of my apartment, using the phone as a Wi-Fi hot spot. If not for the phone I’d be at Hideaway West, or at the Jack In The Box across the street from O’Brien’s Irish Pub, to be able to go online.

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seize the daisies do not sob

avarice unlocks the rofl

antiquated networks nu

make us grin & games ensue

HISTORICAL NOTES: In 1999 I purchased a 1.0 megapixel camera for $400.00. Yesterday I bought a smart phone with a pair of approx. 5 megapixel cameras, and 4G LTE hotspot capability, for $49.99.

Smart phone? WTF
Will wonders ever fail
Idle chatter of the cognoscenti
Takes  hop or a skip
Cause we all jump
Having been play’d

 

This is my second showcasing of the remarkable Ms. Jones. I also did a truly idiotic double-acrostic of “Jennifer adorable” but she again spoke to me, advising me to crop it out. I have done so, but include the text below the image, for the curious.

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Jellybean eyes! Woulda

entertained as should

now we’ve a notion to go

Northwesterning a l’amour

it’s such fine phenomena

finds us in a discombob

Electrolux, set sail

reality’s a whale