Saturday, May 28, 2016

cigarettes

Someone was telling a story about how they're carrying around cigarettes.....

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Low Kindred Stump


Low Kindred Stump
  -by Chris Farrell

  I’m still thinking about that downed power line and watching Melanie do her feet rubbing and stretching before the show, getting ready, doing yoga moves whether she knows it or not.  or the ones that didn’t treat her right or think they own her.  It was so cool since seeing her play music at the Mayan New Year, and all of the other events since then.  I guess you notice that she did stay in town in the long run, that is, she’s still here.  So we all move somehow, a more descriptive way to sort things out.
   I saw Sean Penn at Fred Meyer last night.  Then there was the Latino guy who gave me a long stare going in to the 7-11, and then I was standing in front of, and finally asked him how it was going, since he wasn’t really saying much, and felt guilty for Juan, as I usually do, or I didn’t ask him to do anything or even talk to him, but still, so there it is.  Not supposed to feel guilty but I did.  Plus I never went to his memorial, which was big.  So that’s not too good.  On the bright side, to keep on the sunny side of life: Melanie and her voice and songs.  I think she’s changed too, beyond getting to know me nonverbally mostly.  “ how y’all keep it real and not fake the funk?” “those B&W kitties are hella cool”  (hella is a Berkeley word, ..or it was then) and then I’m not making fun of her weight, because that worries me, if the truth is going to be out there.  She looks like she lost a bit of weight though, and a lot of weight is muscle in those colossal thighs, so that’s not a bad thing there.  So time to leave the bad behind, and I don’t mean african-americans.  Not a bad thing there, but how does each person treat the woman?  Nothing else to see here.  She’ll have to meet my black friends.


  

Monday, May 16, 2016

he doesn't use the internet


he figures the women will be around
his physical surroundings if they
want to be around him.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

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who lives where beggars rarly speed?
and leads a humdrum life indeed
as none beside herself would lead
my mary
Who lives where noises never cease?
and what wi’ hogs and ducks and geese
can never have a minutes peace
my mary
who nearly battl’d to her chin
bangs down the yard thro thick and thin?
nor picks a road nor cares a pin
my mary

who (save in sunday bib and tuck)
goes daily (waddling like a duck)
oer head and ears in grease and muck
my mary

who used to pattins or to clogs
Who takes the swill to serve the hogs?
And steals the milk for cats and dogs
My Mary

Who frost and Snow as hard as nails
Stands out o' doors and never fails
To wash up things and scour the pails
My Mary

Who bussles night and day in short
At all catch jobs of every sort
And gains her mistress' favor for't
My Mary

And who is oft repaid wi parise?
In doing what her mistress says
And yielding to her wimmy ways
My Mary

For theres non apter I believe
At 'creeping up a Mistress' sleve'
Then this low kindred stump of Eve
My Mary

Who when the baby's all besh-t
To please its mamma kisses it?
And vows no Rose on earths so sweet
My Mary

But when her mistress isn't nigh
who wears and wishes it would die
and pinches it to make it cry
my mary

Oh rank deceit! what sould could think
But gentrly there revealing ink
at faults of this this friend must wink
My Mary

Who, not without a 'spark o' pride'
Tho strong as Grunters bristly hide
does keep her hair in paper's typd
my mary

and mimicking the Gentry's way
who strives to speak as fine as they?
and minds but every word they say
My Mary

And who (tho's well bid blind to seey stuff?
as her to tell ye A from B
things herself none o low degree?
my mary









who prates and runes oer still







...to be continued






talked to now deceased Valerie Tate for a week year before last on skype and she made me see nothing was really happening...thanks, I owe you for that, too bad it's too late to ever see the person ...such a great person and intelligence ....such a great perception.  Oh well.  I'd say a face from the past, but we never actually met outside of skype.