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Posted: May 16th, 2009, 9:25 pm
by diesel dyke
"...the universe disposes of its own evil!" Dr. Sax Jack Kerouac
This one was to be a homage to an old friend. Before I thought about the stereotype.
She could not believe I could be that stupid. I guess I showed her.
If there was anyone I thought about associating the name with was a teamster sister who always pulled her own weight.
I suppose it was my feeble attempt to understand gender issues. When my grasp on my own ambiguous sexuality is tenuous. How could I possibly understand anyone else s?
Posted: May 16th, 2009, 9:37 pm
by tarbaby
A CB handle I used to use a long time ago. Going back to Atascadero California in the seventies.
I like the Uncle Remus story a lot. Much truth in it for me.
I been tarred and feathered by my angry demons.
Posted: May 17th, 2009, 7:14 pm
by tinkerjack
From the Plath Poem Tinker Jack and The Tidy Wives and the novel The Scarlet Letter, the character of Hester Prynne who I was thinking of as I read the poem.
And also from my great grandfather who I am named for. That is his picture in the avatar... He went through five wives three of them died in childbirth.
I like juxtaposing stuff.
This bit from the novel
"Be it sin or no," said Hester Prynne bitterly, as she still gazed after him, "I hate the man!"
She upbraided herself for the sentiment, but could not overcome or lessen it. Attempting to do so, she thought of those long-past days, in a distant land, when he used to emerge at eventide from the seclusion of his study, and sit down in the fire-light of their home, and in the light of her nuptial smile. He needed to bask himself in that smile, he said, in order that the chill of so many lonely hours among his books might be taken off the scholar's heart. Such scenes had once appeared not otherwise than happy, but now, as viewed through the dismal medium of her subsequent life, they classed themselves among her ugliest remembrances. She marvelled how such scenes could have been! She marvelled how she could ever have been wrought upon to marry him! She deemed it her crime most to be repented of, that she had ever endured, and reciprocated, the lukewarm grasp of his hand, and had suffered the smile of her lips and eyes to mingle and melt into his own. And it seemed a fouler offence committed by Roger Chillingworth, than any which had since been done him, that, in the time when her heart knew no better, he had persuaded her to fancy herself happy by his side.
Juxtaposed to the poem.
Come lady, bring that pot
Gone black of polish
And whatever pan this mending master
Should trim back to shape
I'll correct each mar
On Silver dish
And shine that kettle of copper
At your fireside
Bright as blood.
Come lady, bring that face
Fallen from luster
Time's soot in bleared eye
Can be made to glister
For small charge
No form's gone so awry
Crook-back or bandy-leg
But TInker Jack can forge
Beauty from hag
Whatever scath
Fierce fire's wrought
Jack will touch up
And fit for use
What scar's been knocked
Into cracked heart
Jack shall repair
And if there be
Young wives still blithe
Still fair
Whose labor's not yet smoked
Their fine skin sere.
From their white heat
Before he part
Let Jack catch fire.
Posted: May 18th, 2009, 8:15 am
by silent woman
I can walk a little ways in silent woman's shoes, it hurts my ankles but I can do it. But I still can't bring myself to wear her underwear.
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Posted: May 18th, 2009, 9:00 am
by one of those jerks
I don't think I need say much about this jerk.
Yours truly
from I.B. Singer On Behavior Modification.
Wise old men who write fiction scare the hebe gee bees out of me.
ah shit not another quotation
"fiction has to make sense, reality does not" something like that forgot to google for who said it. I think it was probably George W Bush.
Re: My life on the screen as a compulsive scribbler:
Posted: January 13th, 2023, 4:40 am
by stilltrucking
I saw her face in a crowd at a Randy Newman concert at the Hollywood Bowl
SHEKINAH (; lit. "the dwelling"):