Mickey Z
Cool Observer
Friday, May 09, 2008
"I can sell you anything"
Good morning...I shop therefore I am...Sadly there are people in nursing homes, assisted living who, to bring some joy into their lives, they must treat themselves to a new jacket, pillow whatever to compensate for the lack of humanity missing from their everyday experience...buying toys for immediate gratification. This sensation usually wears off quickly...then what, humanity doesn’t happen...shopping continues.
I’ve seen the elderly sit on the bences in malls simply to be around other people...just the proximity is better than nothing. Many of these elderly people have lost touch with how to reach out to others, though many ‘others’ might not be receptive if their humanity has been relinquished, enabling those who don’t feel for an occupation...for the living.
Posted by joe of maine from on 05/09 at 11:02 AMThis is the first song that came to my mind:
“The Great American Going Out of Busines Sale” by the Dillinger Four
“We were raised to be just what we are in case you didn’t know
If I offered up to you some proof would you let your anger show
Or would you let your mind to sleep kept warm by simple novelties
A history that’s really not your own
Is freedom just a privilege of hatred guaranteed
Is compassion just a second thought of hope brought to it’s knees
Can dignity see fit to work past all it doesn’t want to see?
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
Somewhere south of respect tonight
This tension’s wrapped up nice and tight
The static’s felt but never makes a sound
A man finds nothing left to eat
Another sells his body for a place to sleep
As klansmen flood a conference hall downtown
This T.V. has the answers, let fashion have your eyes
This job is your achievement, this bible your pride
Can dignity see fit to try and fix what it knows fear can’t hide
Seven guns for degradation
Three cheers for cruel tradition
Red, white and black eyes forever
I think of a story my father told me about a fella he knew in the army
The pentagon traded him checks for both his legs
“Fuck the States” was the last thing father heard he had said
Still it’s said that this war was won
Well, I refuse to be another dead nation’s bastard son
I have eyes that see, I have a mind that thinks
I have a mouth that speaks and god damn it will
Beacause I’ve had enough of all this shit about
“making do” “Playing ball” “the way things are” and “dealing with it”
Mixing pop and politics, he asks me what the use is
I’m not into making excuses
And I’ll die the day I find I’m fucking useless”Posted by Richard from Buffalo on 05/09 at 12:31 PMHello Expendables...from rainy, rainy NYC. Thanks for the comments (even though I’ve never even heard of the song or band Richard posted).
Posted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/09 at 03:00 PMon fashion statements:
and a doggerel poem which I call:
GOODWILL
when i moved out west
i was surprised to find
that all the stuff was here
that i left behind
Posted by Robert B. Livingston from San Francisco on 05/09 at 04:39 PMMick—Joe Joe—Buffalo Richard .... It’s FISHING OPENER week-end .. in MN—not to forget—MOTHER’S DAY WEEK-END .. as well..!.. SHOPPING—A CARD—a call on the TELE—Mamas in AMERICA ... started it all ... when they decided to carry us for 6-9 months ... plopped us out—We got our fannie whack—to jumpstart our world....and “HERE WE ARE ALL .. BECAUSE WE AIN’T ALL THERE”...A 65 yr old guy named Roman Gag use to use that “...” line every time we drove past the State Mental Hospital & Correction Facility for the Criminally Insane & SEX OFFENDERS—(judged to be a “danger to society !//!") ... Am I elderly?? .. I am a grandpa and a father-in-law—3x over.. I have a Medicare Card .. an AARP card (even though I only paid my dues once—the mail and renewals from AARP keep arriving in my drive-up mailbox .. - go figure) .. I hobble along as a hitchhiker on the INFO HI-WAY… I drink beer—gargle wine—drink IRISH WHISKEY—eat eat eat ... and rest my eyes quite-a-bit… I wear fitted baseball caps..obtained on-sale from one of my alma-maters...I curse too much..I ride around in a 5-speed VW/Bug—and on a 49 cc Yamaha Raz .. and an electric cart..and sometimes in a souped up 01’ Red Monte Carlo ... I read read read—and listen to Sportz Radio .. and TalkShows..Sometimes, I’m an early-morning call-in guest… I’m pretty well-defined by the Arbitron Group as a SR .. with expendable income—I live on the history of my genetics ... (89 yr old mom and 91 yr old dad—each deceased) .. I am the 3rd born of 5 living children .. I have a pet African/Minature frog .. who is over 8 yrs old !! ODDBALL/EIGHTBALL.. OPINIONATED --MARINATED-- let’s have a lil travelin’ music—http://tinyurl.com/3kwmm5—HAVE U SEEN YOUR MOTHER BABY—?? from 66’ .. ROYAL ALBERT HALL
Posted by Richie from st james city/N FT Myers, FL -- St Cloud on 05/09 at 05:04 PMROBERT—we were simul-tappin’ ... love your poem .. yup!
Posted by Richie from st james city/N FT Myers, FL -- St Cloud on 05/09 at 05:09 PMEver heard the radical economic theory that modern life is digging stuff up in one place and burying it somewhere else? The sky and oceans don’t exactly apply, but the principle holds. I have a solution, but it will cost you $19.98 for starters.
Love For Sale by Talking Heads
I was born in a house with the television always on
Guess I grew up too fast
And I forgot my name
We’re in cities at night and we got time on our hands.
So leave the driving to us.
And it’s the real thing.And you’re rolling
In the blender
With me.
And I can love you
Like a color
TV.Now love is here
C’mon and try it
I got love for sale
Got love for sale
And now love is here
C’mon and try it
Got love for sale,
Got love for sale.You can put your lipstick all over my designer jeans.
I’ll be a video for you.
If you turn my dial.
You can cash my check if you go down to the bank
You get two for one
For a limited time.Push my button…
The toast pops up
Love and money
Gettin’ all
Mixed upAnd now love is here
C’mon and try it.
I got love for sale
Got love for saleLove is here
C’mon and try it
I got love for sale
I got love, love, love, love, love…
(video, of course: http://tinyurl.com/4rulsq )Greetin’s to Robert, Richard, Joe, and MZ.
Posted by Zen Prole from Urth on 05/09 at 05:55 PMThanks, Zen. I was expecting you to go with this one:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BA8LWKiOTGIPosted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/09 at 06:10 PMInteresting:
http://tinyurl.com/52tvbqPosted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/09 at 06:35 PMI ALWAYS like what I see on your site, Cool Observer but at the moment, we’re having cashflow problems again - same old, same old. However, that won’t keep me from buying your latest book, ‘CPR for Dummies’.
And hello, Joe of Maine, Richard, Robert B. Livingston (like your ‘Goodwill’ poem), Richie and Zen Prole - from a sunny Daylesford. The temperatures are what they should be in autumn - around the 65F mark.
Still can’t think of anything really meaningful to say, so I’ll say ‘goodbye’. I would also like to wish all of you a good weekend!
Posted by Helga Fremlin from Daylesford, Australia on 05/09 at 07:35 PMJust got to this this morning-- The Clash, you beat me to it, Mickey. Doubt there’ll be any more like them for a long time. An odd mix of sustainable transit and marketing:
http://gothamist.com/2008/05/09/beer_bike_pedal.phpPosted by James from Hell's Kitchen on 05/10 at 06:53 AMtesting
Posted by Mahatma X (the artist formerly known as Dr. B) from Oklahoma U$A on 05/10 at 02:23 PMAnarchy For Sale (Dead Kennedys):
Step right up folks! / Anarchy for sale! / T-shirts only 10 dollars / Badges only $3.50 / I nicked the design, never asked the band / I never listen to them either / Buy! Buy! Buy! from Circle A / Like hula hoops, it’s a disposable craze / Another fast-food fad to throw away / Get your Anarchy For Sale / Anarchy For Sale / Anarchy For Sale / Sheep unite! / Get your cuddly boots and studs / Be sure to rebel in proper style / Rebel along the paths we pick / Out of fear of peer pressure we create / Hey You! - / Get those flyers off my wall! / No commie peace shit in my boutique / No one here cares what that all means / Our Anarchy is For Sale / Anarchy For Sale / Anarchy For Sale / Our town sucks / Our scene rules / To belong you must buy into it / So we sold you metal spike bracelets / C’mon let’s see a good fight / That’s Anarchy For Sale / Anarchy For Sale / Anarchy For Sale
Posted by Mahatma X (the artist formerly known as Dr. B) from Oklahoma U$A on 05/10 at 02:26 PMI am new to all this blog stuff, but what happened to my MOTHERS’ DAY greeting that I left on Friday or Saturday? Where do they go when the message is no longer under “comments”?
Posted by etb from PA on 05/12 at 06:14 PMHi ETB. The idea is to go to the top post of the blog and leave a comment on that post. It’s the most recent conversation.
Posted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/12 at 06:15 PMHi Mickey Z -
Thanks.
But doesn’t that mean that no one posted on the blog since (top post) the 9th, or Post #13, the 10th.Thanks, really!!!!
Posted by etb from PA on 05/12 at 06:25 PMClick on the home page:
http://www.mickeyz.netThe top post should be the one about Mother’s Day. Scroll down a little bit until you see “comments.” Click on it and leave your comment.
Posted by Mickey Z. from Astoria on 05/12 at 06:41 PM
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