Records Recommended Which Many Have Never Heard

I wish to take time to recommend some great records
that, in my humble opinion, have never received the
accolades they merited.

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listed in no apparent order

"Mondays at the Hug and Pint"---The Arab Strap

"Lose Big"----Eef Barzelay

"Lapalco"--Brendan Benson

"Think Tank"-----Blur

"Soft Spot"---Clem Snide

"Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea"----PJ Harvey

"Because of the Times"----Kings of Leon

"Head Music"---The London Suede

"Tropical Brainstorm"-----Kirsty MacColl, (R.I.P.)

"Discover a Lovelier You"----Pernice Brothers

"Andromeda Heights"------Prefab Sprout

"Ether Song"----Turin Brakes

"Road to Rouen"-----Supergrass

"The Decline of British Sea Power"---British Sea Power

"One Jug of Wine, Two Vessels"----Bright Eyes and Neva Dinova

"Handcream for a New Generation"-----Cornershop

"Elysium"----The Velvet Teen

"Logic Will Break Your Heart"---The Stills

"The Gold Experience"--Prince


All of these are great CD's. Worth every penny...............Pick one
of them up, listen and agree.

A Series of Trainwrecks with Lady

"For I can see that Nature,
since she's an enemy of repetition...."

-----Bernard le Bovier de Fontenelle,
"Conversation On the Plurality of Worlds", The Third Evening.


I




He talks tough and 
bahs sweeter than a lamb.

Tender yokes are shrugged off,
imaginary ones unendurable.


The defense is
different according to place.

Many worlds,
but only one heart...


She thinks,
as the bird has its cage,
the turtle its aquarium,
the heart
is a plastic plate
with partitions.



II


Another train passes
through the same
vale


Its mournful whistle
plays an old
tale


The chorus sings,
unheard:


"In desperation
we haven't the time
to know creation
or see the line.

We want change
more than we see.
We blindly arrange
A glittering liberty.

Only to fashion
shinier fetters
like the Anthelion
fools all as Sun.


False light burns
Without life,
And liars only learn
In strife."




III



Call when you break again.


The shoulder of song awaits
With sweet tones
and shut eyes.

We won't feel anything
but noting repetition.

Epigram 26

He's still trying to be his first girl's boyfriend--
She left him years ago.

Devotional

I


Steps echo off
the still air---

proud gaits
marching against
day


Parhelion!
Astride your
bright master,

You softly shine
greatness passed.



II


Anoint your lips
with honey,
Diotima,

And tell us
about love.


Give us
oblivion.

'Til morn
teaches us
to remember.

Essay 1

Love is the Law and
the law is not love.
Love of life brews 
the strongest drug.

Love is a space 
where time's dust 
cannot touch us.

The Gravity of Infinite Possibility Subdues Day

We wake in judgement.

Dream drains
down sheets,
drowned by rays.

The gravity of infinite
possibility subdues days.

Idle hours press us to legislate solitude
with the rigorous precedent of distraction.

Forever drawn.
                          Unable to sprint
                          or spread wings
                          to soar above.

I Am the World's Face

                          I  

In a thrall of mirrors I scream, 

"There's so many of me!" 

Dance and understand we are one, brethren, 

our motion orchestrated reflection. 

                         II 

Our locks fall lustrous down parallel napes.

No longer do we envy boys named James. 

Our desire unbolts doors,  

every threshold it conquers.

To Explore Without Breaking

To gently stroke a face
and speak words
that create a world
of strange bonds
which set free.

Where we explore
without breaking.

To the Head

A glass your lips pressed...
marred by
mirrored hemispheres

Head drowning
in wine-dark seas

Take me where the red cheek 

of setting Sun fades slow 

as a first kiss.

Birthday Thanks

"I started out younger
At most everything
All the riches and pleasures
What else could life bring?"

Gram Parsons, "Hickory Wind".

1. I would like to thank all my family and friends who called
and sent me cards or gifts today.

2. I would like to single out Oooolijay for sending me a wonderful
assortment of gifts--a "Poop My Pants" doll, a Mullett Air Freshener,
Jesus Fridge Magnet with "Whaaassuupp!" on it, a whoopee cushion
and a wonderful card.

3. Also my co-workers for singing to me and buying me cupcakes and
cookies today. I appreciate them daily because they make my job
a labor of love and enjoyable to do! My happiness at work on their backs--
and all of them so good natured---so funny and brilliant.

4. I am very lucky and happy to have a special loved one who will remain
nameless. She keeps me on the Royal Road.

5. All Honor to my close family members who have passed and yet still touch
my life daily. You are in my heart. Your voice in my ear-- in concert with my
conscience--most of the time.

6. Lastly, and certainly not least, all love to my parents beyond anything that
can be spoken for being so patient and loving. If they were not my parents
I would still be amazed at their goodness. A great blessing and honor to be
their son.



Sincerely and With Love,


DAS

Apology to the Button Lady

Ascend warm tones
to the porches
of her ear.

Fasten a smile to the Sun
  with blue sky buttons.
                   
            Dispel clouds dimming
                   clement eyes.

Spring

Reborn. 
Even if a love leaves,
life shall remain sweet.

Sing praises and let lips
crash heaven with tender kisses.

Hold hands to arouse such warmth
as to set Persephone free.

Bloodless Liquidation

Parttime masses stare
at the Sun passively.
Dust and exhaust
coat lungs.

Argent kissed land...
scorn the beggar's hand.

Cardboard signs
cry histories of penury--
some broken by war,
others malady.

Cars pass still as death.
Drivers shout at the air.

Waves of debt
crest like tsunamis 
over western shores.

Triumph of the Hope

"What's life? Not anything it seems.
A shadow. Fiction filling reams."

-------- La vida es sueno, Pedro Calderon de la Barca.




The pageantry, the stadium sized video screens, the rock concerts,
the cavalcade of stars, the breathless second after second of
the 24 hour nationally televised apotheosis, and the once modestly
attired muse of "History" decked in the gaudy hues of Hope.....

Newscasters congratulate themselves on bringing this nicely packaged
show of "History". Honeyed promise drips from the screen. Gather
around Citizens of the World. Witness the Triumph of the Hope.

Abraham Lincoln has come again! Every gesture in his shadow,
even the actor's clouded face. Tall and thin he stoically shakes Bono's
hand at the Monument. Stoically wrapt in thought he listens to Celebrities
read lines rehearsed from Nursery Books. At times he cracks a satisfied
grin. All is well. Though times are thin, Lincoln, my fellow Americans, has
come again.

The secrets of History are charmed.
Hope, from the Box, leaps fully armed.

Pandora! Don't turn from the flashing bulbs! Drink full the license of
unabashed celebration. Forget the masses are surfeit with trepidation.
Ask for more lucre and pull off the show.

America! The endless promise is renewed. Two million throng the
Capitol. They chant like Corybantes. "Thank you Pandora!" Next year
they'll whisper, "We were screwed."
The cameras and stars will not be there to catch their plaint.
They'll be too busy admiring Pandora's face paint.

Change indeed-- On the back of the dollar we will murder Greed.

Hope, like Pandora, is a whore for all seasons. It, like she, holds out
a hand, never troubling over reasons.

She triumphs. But no crone whispers in her ear, "Remember you
are mortal. Hold this day dear."

The Oooliad, Book I ---The Fair Maiden and Her Menagerie

Book I



The Sun sprays light gen'rously over
Suburbia's sprawl. Its rays gently hover
In our heroine's green eyes.
She turns slowly and espies,
'Tis noon and lazily sighs.
The room, hard to tell, if be an abode
For a maiden or a foul toad.
In the corner a proud Parrot
Guards her repose. A carrot
In his beak and unnerv'd on the perch
Opposite a giant lizard, still as a church.
He licks his scaly maw and eyes slow
Seven turtles in an aquarium's murky glow.

This the fair maiden who stokes Hera's hate?
This the fair maiden who invokes dire fate?
In the fields south of Dallas she dwells,
A land of hillbillies and proud yokels.
From Olympus Hera's aweful gaze
Follows our heroine and then stays.
"What can I essay to bring her woe?
The ways infinite, and the ease ill dispose
My decision must be weighed with craft.
For Zeus has eyes and is far from daft."
In counsel with dread Alecto She issues
A plot, deceptive, to assail inner tissues.
"Her bowels I pollute with Avernian dross!
Sulfurous and deathly, creeping, it shall cross
Her e'ery second and make life hell!"
The Heavens ring with Hera's curse
Lesser Gods scurry, to Her anger averse.


And what, pray tell, has our maiden done,
To deserve dire curse and Hera's shun?
All Zeus' ennui we, the blame lay.
He is a God, so He cannot pay.
At first her green eyes and fair skin
Caught the Thunderer when she, at Gym,
Gracefully climbed the stairmaster
And ne'er looked pained and marched faster.
Zeus' heart sped as her lithe legs lifted
His loins burned and His passions sifted.
Dalliances past He contriv'd artful disguise
But Oooli is strange and full of guise.
Our Heroine's nothing like maidens past,
She loves guns, reptiles and things aghast.
And to her girlfriends winks and simpers,
"I've climbed the fence but never leaped over."
How to catch such a slippery wench?
Zeus cannot find a perfect cinch.

In desperation, at first, He tries
The tried and true element of surprise.
As a rat he leaps on her snow-like shoulder
In her garage, in darkness, but Oooli, bolder,
Slaps Him away and screams bloody murder.
Back He goes, shamed and plots further,
Zeus is a God, undaunted He again endeavors.
Doubtful yet proud He questioned his powers
"Have I lost my touch, no more Golden Showers?
But lost to things that creep 'neath fallen bowers,
The Golden Age is gone, I must new method try."
He lifted His proud head and in distress a cry
Cleaves the clouds above Olympus and then a sigh.
Days passed and alone Zeus sulked.
The Gods all noticed and on His throne Hulked
In thought, no God or Goddess dare inquire.
Hera knew what pained, her jealous eyes dart fire.

A second stratagem He, at length, employs.
In the light of her room not darkened decoys
Which only affright and cool the ardor.
Proudly He smiles and applauds His sagacity.
"I'll become a harmless mouse, blonde and pretty,
Creep into her bed and climb the Maiden Mound,
Nibble in and lap the nectar like a thirsty hound.
Then fertilize her with my heavenly load.
And she will bear a God's brood in her wild abode."

E'en plans of Gods are subject to fickle fate
He became a mouse and learned with regret
The weight of our Heroine on his little shape.
Crushed and without breath he labors
'Til Pallas, His favorite, sensed the dangers
And to the rescue She descended.
Too late, our Heroine her honor defended
With the thrash of a broom luckless Zeus sails
Across the room, landing on the Iguana's scales .
With hungry, cold, eyes the Lizard licks the air
And tastes the Mouse's scent and shifts his care
To eating the rodent tickling his palette.
In time Athene snatches Zeus from its gullet.


Athene with a mouse in tow up to Olympus sails
And Her disguised quarry to the throne avails.
"I dare not try this Maiden again! She, like dread Plutus,
Has a den full of Monsters and weapons to smote Us."

Here Book I ends.
Book II to come at the Kalends.

The Oooliad: An Alimentary Epic, Prologue

"We usually react squeamishly to shit as if it were something bad.
But if we look into the matter we see that it could be the most
valuable substance on earth, because all life comes from shit and
returns to shit."

Vladimir Voinovich, The Life and Extraordinary Adventures of Private Ivan Chonkin




Prologue on Olympus: Olympus and Hera's Anger



Hera's wrath, to Oooli the direful spring
Of turds unnumber'd, heavenly host, sing!


Et passim, ad nauseam!(Cough) One can't sing in the grande style the dire travails
our heroine endured at the terminus of her alimentary canal.
From the Queen of the Gods the ruinous bolt shot. Jealousy and Ennui poured
calumnies in her ear about Zeus' love. And to her Brother-mate she sped.


Zeus, at the time, was being spray-tanned by Ganymede. Thumbing through an issue
of US and shaking his Hoary Locks to music on his iPod. Ageless and careless,
the Gods were like wealthy Americans. And, like them, too, the Recession was fodder
for Banquet Hall bon-mots.


Espying Hera from the corner of his eyes, he nudged fair Ganymede and issued
a few sighs.
"Who is this Maiden you openly try to seduce? You only curse those you woo!
Two attempts have I heard, luckily failed. Now her very bowels I shall travail!"
"Shush dear Queen. It's only respite from the monotony. The girl drives a truck
with a gun-rack. She's a hillbilly! A match to you? No! A mere dalliance."
"Two attempts you fool! Once as a Rat, the next, a mouse! Once more and I'll
have Hephaestus geld you!"
"Hold thy threats and know your place! It may be different down there, but here,
nothing's changed!"
And Zeus' threat hit home and Hera began to blubber. Nothing changed, not even
Hera's hard heart.



The Gods were stuck between boredom and bemusement. Apollo ruled the Mount
with his son Aesculapius. Ambrosia, after so many years, tasted flat, gave no mirth.
Pill-time was the rage. Ganymede and Hebe pushed the cart at 6 hour intervals.
Zeus took Xanax. Hera,Paxil. Hermes was off on a cloud doing Crystal Meth. Ares,
after Aeons of War, was morbidly obese, took Lipitor and desired a Gastric By-Pass.
Aphrodite, his wife, had Chlamydia and wanted her breasts augmented.




In short Olympus, by dint of years of mortals' oblivion, had went neurotic
and became a clinic. Yearning for times when they actually mattered, they now
were nostalgic voyeurs, watching Reality TV and reading the Papers. Men had reached
the moon and made a pill to make them more virile. Why call upon the Gods' when they
did all by their own mettle? This deepened their sadness and they acted like parents
who have lost their children.


They had become myths for skinny pedants to argue over. Heroes and fair
maidens no longer vied for their favor. No fatted calf on the spit roasted for them.
Steaks, hamburgers and hot-dogs were insults.


So fortune and misfortune came from them as from a Lottery. They were careless,
fickle, yet still had the power of Deities.

The Golden Hand

"Close your eyes to divine Nature." 

           I 

Open your eyes 

and the mystery flies 

You cheat every 

could have been. 

At the doorstep 

two Cherubim await, 

but it's not time..... 

  

       II 

Shake off the skin 

of a terrible year 

Leave dust and fear 

to oblivion. 

Let time's sweet sweep,  

the golden hand, cover eyes 

and delight with new possibility.

Kalstradamus Predictions for 2009

The water basin is ready. I have blown smoke over its surface---A New Year's
events flash over the stillness.......



Predictions for 2009



2. Russia and the Ukraine will almost come to violence over the port at Sebastopol.
Ukrainian Government will attempt to close port to Russian Navy.

3. Rahm Emmanuel will be indicted in the Blagojevich scandal.

4. Vice President Dick Cheney will die of a Cardiac Arrest in March.

5. Former President Clinton wil be a burden to Secretary of State Hillary Clinton
because of the donors to his library.

6. Caroline Kennedy will not be the next Senator from the state of New York.

7. China will enter into a period of unrest because of a severe downturn in its economy.

10. The Dow Jones will hit 10,000 in May. Obama will have a great first year as President.

11. Britney Spears will have a wonderful year. Selling records and stabilizing her life.

12. Rick Warren will be involved in an embarassing scandal over finances around June 13.

13. Fidel Castro will die. Cubans will mourn. Obama will lift Embargo of Cuba.

14. Terrorism in India and Pakistan will escalate.

15. Mexican drug wars will cross the border and become an increasing security
concern in Texas, New Mexico, Arizona and California. The National Guard
will be called to border in the El Paso area.

16. Kim Jung Il will die. North Korea will not change.

17. The "Global Economy" will worsen. A by-product--famine in Africa and SE Asia.

18. Los Angeles will be hit by a Terrorist Attack in February.

19. OJ Simpson will be given less jail time on appeal.

20. Shelvers will be amused to hear that Nagual4A is really a registered Republican.

The Best of 2008

1. Best Musical CDs:

1. "Songs in A&E"---- Spiritualized
2. "New Amerykah Part One(4th World War)"----Erykah Badu
3. "Lose Big"-----Eef Barzelay
4. "The Seldom Seen Kid"----Elbow


2. Best Movie:

---Dutch Girl Missing Toilet---


3. Best Slogan:

"For fucking 401k's sake!"


4. Best Cable News Theme Music for Massacre:

"Terror in Mumbai!"


5. Best Attempt at Losing With Grace:

Hillary Clinton

6. Best New Verb:

Bail-Out

7. Best Outting of Charlatan:

Alan Greenspan


8. Best Trend:

Union Busting under the auspices of blocking Auto Industry Bail-Out
by Southern Republican Senators.

9. Best Scandal:

Swindling money on Wall Street. Bail outs and Mr Madoff.

10. Best Reason Not to Worry:

I am still here and my eyes are wide open.

Pisan Insult

Life is greedy.
Death inclines.

A smile's
bright warmth 
sweetens
the way.

Nature's strophe a cruel twist,

A pain, thinness of breath,
in taking everything gives.

We build towers 
and prop vaults.

The props and towers
only make the insult
more callous.

Recessional

They spoke low
lacking wind
to carry
new vows


Their
Limbs dangle
in a bal de pendu
style.



Yet
Hope comes
filling our chests
with promise


Janus readies
the hinges
to open
a new day


Hope lies heavy
on dreamless eyes

As clouds take
gold from today's skies.