A recording of the poem--and here is the . . .
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Friday, February 24, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
192. Incredible Deals for a Limited Time Only
The advertisers proclaim that their offers are for a limited time only.
I want offers to last forever.
I want a red sofa to be sale even after the sun is spent and has become a red dwarf.
I want that weary red dwarf to have the chance to get a free large cola to sip as it eats a specially priced astral sandwich.
No one, brothers and sisters, should feel compelled to hurry down to take advantage of deals that are incredible.
If a deal is not to be believed, then I say let it be a falsehood for all time.
I want offers to last forever.
I want a red sofa to be sale even after the sun is spent and has become a red dwarf.
I want that weary red dwarf to have the chance to get a free large cola to sip as it eats a specially priced astral sandwich.
No one, brothers and sisters, should feel compelled to hurry down to take advantage of deals that are incredible.
If a deal is not to be believed, then I say let it be a falsehood for all time.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
191. Used Experiences
He needed cash, and he'd collected a lot of experiences in his life, so he took some of them to a Used Experience Store and tried to sell them.
The proprietor went through the experiences with the chill haste of the unsentimental expert. Then she said, "I'm afraid these aren't worth much. They're very common."
He didn't believe she was afraid.
He was tempted to protest but he knew doing so would only enhance humiliation.
She said, "I can't give you any cash, but I could give you a bit of credit to use as trade for other experiences in our store."
He said No Thanks and packed up his experiences in the brown cardboard box (with faded red lettering) of his memory and went home and felt bad about his life, parts of which had seemed vivid and rare to him before today.
His place felt cold and drab. He experienced that. He had no idea what experience he should have next. He didn't really give a shit one way or the other now.
The proprietor went through the experiences with the chill haste of the unsentimental expert. Then she said, "I'm afraid these aren't worth much. They're very common."
He didn't believe she was afraid.
He was tempted to protest but he knew doing so would only enhance humiliation.
She said, "I can't give you any cash, but I could give you a bit of credit to use as trade for other experiences in our store."
He said No Thanks and packed up his experiences in the brown cardboard box (with faded red lettering) of his memory and went home and felt bad about his life, parts of which had seemed vivid and rare to him before today.
His place felt cold and drab. He experienced that. He had no idea what experience he should have next. He didn't really give a shit one way or the other now.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
190. In the Dream About Partying With Women
In the dream about partying with women, Hiram is high on hashish. He dances on a terrace with different women, various women, who are deftly desirous unlike men.
Just off the terrace are apartments with red rugs and many bedrooms. In the dream, the hash has occasionally but subtly disoriented Hiram. He experiences slight hallucinations that alter flow of time. It is of no concern to him. Now different women take him to different rooms, where nudity and sex realize ambitions that involve Hiram, who is amenable.
In the dream's last scene, Hiram dreams he is sleeping. A woman he vaguely knows wakes him by lying atop him, naked, in the 69 position. He responds. He laps the lovely wetness of her secret place.
Just off the terrace are apartments with red rugs and many bedrooms. In the dream, the hash has occasionally but subtly disoriented Hiram. He experiences slight hallucinations that alter flow of time. It is of no concern to him. Now different women take him to different rooms, where nudity and sex realize ambitions that involve Hiram, who is amenable.
In the dream's last scene, Hiram dreams he is sleeping. A woman he vaguely knows wakes him by lying atop him, naked, in the 69 position. He responds. He laps the lovely wetness of her secret place.
189. Politics
Visible only for a while longer: a white, blue, red political candidate's sign, the candidate's name now inscrutable, lodged under a green, brown, yellow mass of blackberry vines, black brush, and ferns.
188. Meatloaf Writers Conference
At the Meatloaf Writers Conference, famous authors call each other by nicknames and speak in complacent ironies.
A homeless man sneaks into the conference to get some food. He has blood stains on his soggy garments.
Security escorts him out. He says, "There must be some mistake. I write! And where's the meat loaf?"
A famous editor floats by in khakis and top-siders. He knows exactly how to behave. He knows exactly what to say. He says nothing about the small disturbance--Security with homeless man. How very strange!
The famous editor encounters some very old dear friends indeed. Longtime shadows groan because they know he is about to tell a story. A practiced story--well balanced, appropriate, and well capitalized. Everything is as it has always been.
A homeless man sneaks into the conference to get some food. He has blood stains on his soggy garments.
Security escorts him out. He says, "There must be some mistake. I write! And where's the meat loaf?"
A famous editor floats by in khakis and top-siders. He knows exactly how to behave. He knows exactly what to say. He says nothing about the small disturbance--Security with homeless man. How very strange!
The famous editor encounters some very old dear friends indeed. Longtime shadows groan because they know he is about to tell a story. A practiced story--well balanced, appropriate, and well capitalized. Everything is as it has always been.
Friday, February 10, 2012
187. "Youth and Beauty," by Al Akhtal
"Youth and Beauty," by Al Akhtal, Arab poet, circa 650 A.D., from Mesopotamia/Syrian desert:
"Youth and Beauty"
"Youth and Beauty"
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