9.26.09 Our West Coast wordman O. V. Ofteness sez:
QUOTING MARX
At the first chance to protest, I sensed it.
They knew I'd show up, so they fenced it.
I sought out a cause
And was ready with claws.
"Whatever it is, I'm against it!"
(Ya gotta love Groucho.)
Ann's mom sent flowers for her birthday. T today:
Table project so far:
9.25.09 Happy Birthday Annmarie (a day late, as usual).
9.24.09 Charles Bukowski:
the tragedy of the leaves
I awakened to dryness and the ferns were dead,
the potted plants yellow as corn;
my woman was gone
and the empty bottles like bled corpses
surrounded me with their uselessness;
the sun was still good, though,
and my landlady's note cracked in fine and
undemanding yellowness; what was needed now
was a good comedian, andcient style, a jester
with jokes upon absurd pain; pain is absurd
because it exists, nothing more;
I shaved carefully with an old razor
the man who had once been young and
said to have genius; but
that's the tragedy of the leaves,
the dead ferns, the dead plants;
and I walked into a dark hall
where the landlady stood
execrating and final,
sending me to hell,
waving her fat, sweaty arms
and screaming
screaming for rent
because the world has failed us
both.
9.23.09 Stay with me here (Cormac McCarthy is perfect on grey, grey days), more T:
9.22.09 Grey, grey day.
9.20.09 Check out the Petes' (Bielings.com) new work:
That is really great guys- I like it just the way it is!
9.19.09 Here is Zeepo last night:
A T this morning:
9.17.09 Fuck it Jack, sit with the flowers. Insist on dreams. Don't let anyone stand in your way. Freedom you said and freedom you meant.
9.16.09 Fresh from California, an O.V. Michaelsen:
On a beach I've no clue where the sea is.
Inside my locked car's where the key is.
It's not a good sign
When we're asked where we dine,
"You're together?" I answer, "Well, SHE is."
A T from Toopine:
9.15.09 From the Pines:
9.14.09 From the swamps of Jersey.
9.11.09 Trouble, trouble everywhere. This morning so far: Mark El is in a snakepit and things are reaching a breaking point. Jack is too sick to post on his journal and Zeepo's car needs over $8,000 in repairs just as he took on his large mortgage. All before lunch. Take the 15 sec. tour below to try and relax. There's a big Nor'easter blowing outside too.
9.10.09 Mr O's brain never stops and I thought of Jack when Ove used the following expression:
Medical Mystery Tour
9.9.09 Odd day.
9.8.09 Thinking about you Jack S. Courage.
T with chesnuts and bills:
9.7.09 Garden is going.
The deer are changing in the pines. This is a pic from Mary's lake:
9.6.09 Metro's movie recut into Metty and the Monster with Metty slaying the Werewolf. here
Still obsessing over T's:
9.4.09 O. V. Ofteness, aka, Ove:
A rough:
Looking back, as I write my last page,
To the times I belonged in a cage,
Too easily riled,
So reckless and wild--
The days of my late middle age.
(My GOD, was I foolish at fifty.)
9.3.09 Mark El is moving to a new care center tomorrow.
Metty was possessed about making a sword movie. We made one under his strict concept and direction (which I'll show a little cut down piece of soon). Even a sword was quarried and cut from stone- really! Olive dreams.
First 'Dog Whisperer' like lesson for Louie from Mary.
