Tuesday, August 16, 2011

When I Was Young

I liked to draw & paint.  For a while, I considered majoring in art when I went to college, if for no other reason than live nude models.  Though true that, decomposition aside, dead models can seemingly hold a pose forever, scouring cemeteries for fresh graves to locate suitable corpses for my artistic endeavors proved exhausting, especially on school nights.  Ultimately, poetry--my first love, my only love--won out.  Being a poet doesn't require skulking about graveyards, but it sure to hell doesn't hurt.  Since I'm unfamiliar with the statute of limitations regarding grave robbing, I'm reluctant to share examples of my "art necro" here, but perhaps the sketch shown below may illustrate why I opted to study literature & creative writing instead.

Self portrait at 17

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Follow Your Dreams

We're often told to follow our dreams, but sometimes in the day-to-day hustle & bustle of trying to make a buck, our dreams are lost along the swerving, curving highway of life. That's why it's good advice to tag your dreams electronically, much like scientists do to track animals in the wild. Thanks to today's state-of-the-art monitoring devices, you'll always know where to find your dreams, no matter how far you are from them, so you'll never have to scour through the stinking rubble of your faded hopes & discarded aspirations again for that last tiny, shiny shard of your lost dreams.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Return from the Himalayas, Part 5

If someone were to ask if I'm happy, I can truly say, without hesitation, "You kidding?  I'm so goddam happy I could shit circus fucking ponies.  Thanks for asking, asshole." 

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Good News

I've heard of it, but that kinda stuff only happens to other guys. 

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Obama's Yes, We (Republi)can Agenda

With the debt-ceiling deal, his latest piece of legislation, perhaps it's no longer accurate to accuse Pres. Obama of caving in.  More than likely, he's being true to his belief in Milton Friedman's economics.  The debt-ceiling "crisis" was a manufactured disaster that allowed the Blue Dog White House to enact regressive right-wing policies, not to mention to take attention away from his continued abuse of the War Powers Act.  Obama may claim he's for Main Street, but that's just the usual political rhetoric. (You don't get elected saying you side with the fat cats.)  Like most dupes in Washington, he's a fully owned subsidiary of Wall Street.  Just like free verse is free because you don't get paid for it (not really, but I wanted a poetry reference), there's a reason it's called "disaster capitalism":  the results are a fucking disaster.

Friday, August 5, 2011

Quote of the Day

The harder I try, the harder I work, the greater disappointment & frustration I feel when I don’t obtain what I’m working toward.