Mickey Z
Cool Observer
Wednesday, October 25, 2006
"She makes you love her/She is your master"
I’m coming off of a stupid all night proofreading job, so I thought I’d brighten your day with my now-classic haiku:
When tomorrow comes
What is left for me but dust
Compromise your dreamsPosted by James on from Hell's Kitchen/Work 10/25 at 04:21 AM
Young Richard Cheney loved to show off his shotgun to his buddies. “Are lawyers in season?” they used to joke. Stan (left) later starred in several B-movies. Gus (right) became an attorney.Posted by Jeremy on from Taipei 10/25 at 07:55 AMHello Expendables. It’s another windy but sunny day here.
Thanks for the poem and caption, guys. We’re off to a slow—but truly excellent—start. Where is everyone else? I know RMJ has a million poems at the ready. How about little spontaneous creativity today, Expendables?
Empress? Youngfox? Mudge? JOS? Keir? Owen? Helga? Cart? Mew? Fiona? Hawk? Chris? Uncle Joe? SK? TM? (Now I’m really in trouble. I’ve started listing names and have surely neglected to mention the person who is just about to log on.)
And Christine Hamm...I’m expecting to see you here today.
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 10/25 at 09:47 AMNice contrast today. Christine, I think I once met the woman in that piece. Congratulations on the new book.
Here’s one from a a book of poems I made a few years ago:
would that there could be so much would in the
world(in which we’re) that wood could build a treePosted by Keir on from The Hague (Jackowski election hdqts) 10/25 at 10:14 AMLove that poem, Christine.
Here are my poetry links:
http://www.remarkpoetry.net/
http://bukowski.net/
http://wdthu.blogspot.com/Never written a haiku before but here goes:
Every day I
log on to Mickey Z’s site
and learn something newPosted by JOS on from Chicago 10/25 at 10:45 AMInteresting:
Posted by JOS on from Chicago 10/25 at 11:55 AMThanks, Keir and JOS. Good stuff, indeed...and I just dashed off three poems to the first link JOS provided.
So, I’m walking down the street earlier...about to pass two white guys. One in his 20s, one in his 50s. As I walk by, I hear the younger guys say: “Most of ‘em wanna buy a car, buy a house, move to Long Island. Like anyone else. But there’s a small number of ‘em that wanna kill every fuckin’ one of us and that’s why I can’t trust any of ‘em.”
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 10/25 at 01:07 PMI would like to make the following statement:
I officially do NOT want to buy a car, buy a house, and move to Long Island.
Make of it what you will. End transmission.
Posted by Keir on from The Hague (Jackowski election hdqts) 10/25 at 01:16 PMCheck it:
http://www.cnn.com/2006/WORLD/africa/10/25/nigeria.oil.ap/index.htmlPosted by Brian on from Belly of the Beast 10/25 at 01:34 PMOne of my favorite Poems:
by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
“Wild Dreams of a New Beginning”
There’s a breathless hush on the freeway tonight
Beyond the ledges of concrete
restaurants fall into dreams
with candlelight couples
Lost Alexandria still burns
in a billion lightbulbs
Lives cross lives
idling at stoplights
Beyond the cloverleaf turnoffs
‘Souls eat souls in the general emptiness’
A piano concerto comes out a kitchen window
A yogi speaks at Ojai
‘It’s all taking pace in one mind’
On the lawn among the trees
lovers are listening
for the master to tell them they are one
with the universe
Eyes smell flowers and become them
There’s a deathless hush
on the freeway tonight
as a Pacific tidal wave a mile high
sweeps in
Los Angeles breathes its last gas
and sinks into the sea like the Titanic all lights lit
Nine minutes later Willa Cather’s Nebraska
sinks with it
The sea comes over in Utah
Mormon tabernacles washed away like barnacles
Coyotes are confounded & swim nowhere
An orchestra onstage in Omaha
keeps on playing Handel’s Water Music
Horns fill with water
ans bass players float away on their instruments
clutching them like lovers horizontal
Chicago’s Loop becomes a rollercoaster
Skyscrapers filled like water glasses
Great Lakes mixed with Buddhist brine
Great Books watered down in Evanston
Milwaukee beer topped with sea foam
Beau Fleuve of Buffalo suddenly become salt
Manhatten Island swept clean in sixteen seconds
buried masts of Amsterdam arise
as the great wave sweeps on Eastward
to wash away over-age Camembert Europe
manhatta steaming in sea-vines
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
in empty eternity
as the Hudson retakes its thickets
and Indians reclaim their canoesPosted by Ender on from Detroit, MI 10/25 at 01:58 PMThanks for clearing that up, Keir.
Brian: I fear for those activists in Nigeria. Remember Ken Saro Wiwa?
Ender: Excellent poem. Thanks for sharing. I’ll carry this with me:
the washed land awakes again to wilderness
the only sound a vast thrumming of crickets
a cry of seabirds high over
in empty eternity
as the Hudson retakes its thickets
and Indians reclaim their canoesPosted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 10/25 at 03:00 PMHere is one of my favorite poems. When I was in the military I had training about how to survive brain washing and torture when captured. One technique was to just keep repeating name, rank, and serial number. Sometimes that still helps in stressful situations but I also use Henley’s poem sometimes. One time in a statement in Court (when they were trying to figure out what to do to me) I said that my body might belong to the government but “I am the captain of my soul.”
Invictus
by William Ernest Henley; 1849-1903Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.Posted by RMJ on from Churchill 4 Prez Hdqts 10/25 at 04:20 PMThanks, RMJ. I knew you’d show up with something special.
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 10/25 at 06:06 PMI’m here, I’m there, I’m everywhere!
Thanks for the lovely mention. Interesting animated pic you chose to go with it ;P
Here’s a line from a recent poem:
Can we have a conversation without you calling the police?
Posted by Christine Hamm on from not in my backyard 10/25 at 07:50 PMI love the cameo appearance, Christine. Sort of like when Bob Hope would show up unannounced on Carson.
Btw, folks, here’s Ms. Hamm’s blog:
http://chamm.blogspot.comPosted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 10/25 at 08:10 PMHmmm ... I arrived here today via an older, July 7, 2004 Counterpunch link
From the article:
Elie Wiesel’s Strange Parade
Which documented an interesting note of synchronicty ...with an item I found in another Forum Thread.
Anyway, this looks like an interesting online gathering.
Before I forget ... I don’t know quite what to make of the Fun with Photos ... they don’t seem exactly related to the written content ... nonetheless I liked the photo captioned:
The Bennett Sisters seemed just a little too proud of their linoleum… *
(insert rimshot here) ... kerpoP
{another little sychronicity here, being that I am a drummer}
* As well they should be, it seems a lovely Moorish inspired graphic design. I love the old linoleum patterns ... one kitchen I lived in had a jackson pollock series of paint splotches.
As a small remodeling contracter I have a ‘thing’ about vinyl floor coverings offering designs based on making a sheet good appear as though it is a psuedo ceramic tile.
A really silly idea to my mind ... design wise.
Would anyone expect that a wallpaper pattern mimicing ceramic tile could be acceptable ... it would be extremely tacky if not laughable.
But we accept it on floors.
My 2 cents on something that I’m sure for most will seem like ‘ much ado about linoleum’ ... I did hear at an energy fair about a year ago that linoleum was considered substantially more green than vinyl ... for those who might be interested.
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On poems ... something an old friend wrote long ago.
Gyo
low I burn
in the whitehot
flames of gyo
passing
silent columns
along the way... t. krummel
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darjeeling
Posted by darjeeling on from Wisconsin 10/30 at 01:22 PMWelcome to the site, darjeeling. Based solely on the post above, I’d venture to guess you’d fit right in around here. How about joining us on today’s comment board and seeing what happens?
Posted by Mickey Z. on from Astoria 10/30 at 02:47 PM
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