"The Poetry of Alan Greenspan"

[tarbaby]

Coming soon

maeanwhile more book marks

http://books.google.com/books?id=nJJErb ... sh&f=false

[tarbaby]

in the meantime
surfermike said

During my last two minutes of life, my mind
will ask me one more time.. "Hey dude, did
you get the point." In all my deathly honesty,
I'll respond, "duh, nope."

Lights out, and try again.

What's the point?

and I replied

i don't buy that mike, i wonder if you do
Sometimes I stand by my microwave watching the seconds count down waiting for my hot dogs to cook. I get impatiient when there are are about 14 seconds left. Then I think suppose those where the last seconds of my life ticking off. ANd here I am standing around wasting time. What I wonder mike is what will I be thinking two minutes after I die. Reincarnation is a comforting thought for some I don't want to knock it, but for myself I want to get it right this time. Not much hope I guess cause I got a lot to catch up on.

The shock of recognition. I have changed my mind surfermike. you do have a point.

Like Alan Greenspan I have changed my mind.
But I have come to believe in the magic of the marketplace.

Even if Alan changed his mind.
Watched him testify about his irrational enthusiasm for the market. He looked like a guy who should be on suicide watch. I expected him to commit hari kari right there as he testified before congress about his "mistake"

Also a good example of me being a jerk on that thread.
Sorry mouseyone, I was just a kid five years ago. If only I could be sixty five again and redo my consciousness. Like William Burroughs did in Mexico when the apple fell from his wife's head.

The shock of recognition
I am in the "cheap seats"

[the mingo]

I was hoping to rock offa all this but I'm just coming back from where my Nancy works and I had brought her some roses and gave them to her there and now I'm some kind of hero and I need to shake the dust off and the sun is shining like no tomorrow here hope it's the same down there in Texas for ya.

[tarbaby]

hey, Hey, HEY.
reminds me of a sci-fi story by Kerouac called
city, City, CITY.
Or when a college professor kept hocking a chinic about the holocaust when he found out Vonnegut was working on a novel about the allied bombing of Dresden.
Vonnegut answered
I know, I Know, I KNOW!



I don't know what I would do without Sad Luck Dame, a focus.
I guess I would have pick on some other dame.
Getting an inkling of a design here
a design
which has alluded and eluded and deluded me
Something to do with the profile of these sock puppets
stilltrucking and still.trucking on hiatus for a bit
so please pardon sock puppet again.
I have those two just where I want them till I figure out how do a website to make a little webpage for sad luck to present something that maybe reads like a hyper-text-trash novel or collection of random text boxes juxtaposed in a meaningful randomness
talking it away .




Thanks for the visit mingo
I am working on the poetry of Alan Greenspan.
Thinking about a line from an Abbott And Costello movie.
One of their meet the monster series, forget which one Frankenstein or Dracula or Wolfeman. Dracula I think.

Lou says
"I saw what I saw when I saw it."

I guess that counts for seeing it on TV too.

I am in a jam here.
Trying to bust out into the sky above
cooped up in this little cave all winter
Spring is busting out
and it goes quick here.
Maybe six weeks of spring weather before the doldrums hit.

But winter goes quick too
so I got no complaint.
summers are hard on fat slobs like me.

Working working on working on working
makes jack a dull boy

thanks for the cave gallery
been a source for me

hey, Hey HEY

I likes that. I danced this morning to a Joni tune, acutally a cover of a Grateful Dead song.

[the mingo]

Glad you like the Cave, Jack. Got home from work tonight to find Mj was moved to leave something of hers there. Nice surprise. I like it when the Dame comes around too. Last time she dropped by she said she was working on a picture or photo she was gonna post in the Cave. So I'm lookin' forward to that. Ya cracked me up with "the poetry of Alan Greenspan" remark. I kept seeing visions or whatchamacallits on my way home tonight. Flashing reflections on my side windows and in my rearview & sideview mirrors and even straight through the windshield. After awhile when they wouldn't quit I just pretended not to notice. Every time I looked at what had caught my attention there was nothing there or there WAS something there but it wasn't what I thought it was. Yeah, I was spooked. I was GLAD to pull into the driveway here at the lodge and get the hell outta that Jeep. Whew. Reminded me of my tripping and peyote and mushroom days. I think maybe I should lower the nicotine content in the juice I'm using in my vaporizer maybe.

[tinkerjack]

There is a book called The Poetry of Alan Greenspan I have not been able to find out much about it yet. It is supposed to be humor, if I find some Greenspan poetry I will surely post it.

I like that picture a lot that Doreen posted too

The Cove.



I am having a laundry problem. I am dam near out of clean socks. Trying to back out of here for a while till I get a website going.

Trying to make a sow's ear from a silk purse.

[SadLuckDame]

I'm admitting my unsureness, but I don't know what you're doing Jack, I'll tell ya straight and lady like that I'm easily confused....Pah! I'm just a dumb gal pretending to be quite the bigger character than I really am.

Is there another dame likes me, or I don't know her, maybe you'd be picking up fancy women. I'm not at all exactly very fancy or fantastic, but I'm a good simulation of Tom's sad luck--

I'm surely curious to see what's on your mind.

And a lot of other thoughts, thoughts on all the dirty laundry, on hidden coves, caves and monkey wrenches. I'm one lost cookie or might not be, either way I should be drunk to reply, I'd sound better.

I wanted to make mention I've adored Sheri Lewis also like you (and sesame street, Fraggle Rock, Muppets, the Dark Crystal, etc.)

[tinkerjack]

Seule au monde

"It is not a woman I want, it is all women" Henri Barbusse


I finally got a webpage going to try to work things out.

I don't know what I am doing exactly.

The first TV show I remember was Kukla Fran and Ollie, late forties early fifties.
http://kukla.tv/

[mtmynd]

My first tv watching was a local CBS station, KROD, who had their call letters rising like the sun over the Franklin Mountains, the first tv station in Phar Lepht, 1950-something. I'm not sure if I remember Kukla, Fran and Ollie in those times or maybe reruns later, but I did watch Beanie & Cecil (the Seasick Sea Serpent) and Howdy Doody Time. Then there was Shari Lewis & Lamb Chop, who probably influenced your 'sock puppetry', eh?

[SadLuckDame]

I knows it, I'll wait to see it, but then again I might be seeing and writing on it already, never can tell. Someday my email might light up something glorious until that though I'm just gonna be a good woman and I nearly am. I've been getting closer to a couple accomplishments, the best one is being very female with fully into it, takes awhile. I googled, but nothing, I'll go google some tunes now though. Yay! it's Friday eve, I'm still alive and lively, hoping you are too.

Did I misuse my dash?
I sort of throw em in for a visual good look.

[stilltrucking]

Kerouac used the em dash a lot
—, not the - hyphen. I am sure I misuse it too. I just like the way it looks. If you ever want to use the em dash hold the alt key down while you type 0 1 5 1.

Another thing I have developed a fondness for is the square root symbol √, when I am writing about myself which is most of the time
sometimes I like to write √i as in the square root of negative one. I read somewhere maybe in J.D. Salinger that G d is the square root of negative one. So √i imagine that is who it is imagining me.

to make the square root sign hold the alt key down and type 2 5 1

We are honey bees gathering for the hive. (Nietzsche paraphrased)
Poor Greenspan he was so enamored of Ayn Rand. And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god she made.

I have been more enamored of Gertrude Stein. She was hip to the quantum mysticism before it became a cliché

Hey Jude I let you under my skin. Nothing personal my skin is a semipermeable membrane all women pass through me like water.
I have decides to honor the women within me.
She occupies a space on the right side of my brain about midway and towards the top. She has such amazing orgasms, and I can hear a thousand babies suckling at her breast when she cums.

_________
My best years were behind me by the time we got a TV set. I was about twelve. (1952) I remember lying to the other kids about having a TV because I was ashamed. Someone would ask me if I saw a certain show and I would say yes. Then I would make up a show in my head and tell them about it. Something macabre about the name "Lamb chop" Thinking about lambs being led to the slaughter. She had a strange sense of humor if you ask me. Or more likely her sense of humor is ok and I am strange.

I spent my formative years laying on the floor listening to the radio. The big floor model radio with the short bands that would bring the news to us during the war, the first time I heard H*tler's voice. The language seemed so familiar a lot like Yiddish, but it turns out Yiddish sounds a lot like German not the other way around. There is a pecking order among Jews. German Jews the top of the class, eastern Jews the peasants. Even the the good baron was not immune from his prejudices.

The desire of and his Fund's leadership to recast Eastern European Jewish immigrants in the image of "biblical farmers" was shaped by a mix of attitudes. The trustees wanted to reverse the historic discrimination that banned their Eastern European brethren from farming. At the same time, they shared a negative Western European stereotype of Eastern European Jews as unskilled workers, beggars and peddlers. Therefore the goal of the Fund's leadership was to improve the lot of Eastern European Jews and transform them into a socio-economic class acceptable to the tastes of the 19th century Jewish elite.

http://www.vanguardnewsnetwork.com/wolz ... Hirsch.htm

Baron Hirsch reminds me of your post about the Clarks. He was into copper and railroads too. The Baron put his money on the line for his people. Not sure what good Clark did with his money.

[SadLuckDame]

I'll not likely remember this stuff. Here is what I've been calling notes to myself, but as soon as √I think it, then I think notes sounds so much you and how much of you is seeping in? and my head is full of this sort of thing. Here's my copy of Henry James and my scratchings.

[stilltrucking]

In Baltimore in the 1940's there was a holy roller church next to my grandmother's house, some nights I would lay in bed and hear the tambourines and the joyful shouts.

All gods have African Roots
Have you ever seen a black Jesus?


Reading Zora Neae Hurston

[stilltrucking]

Be back when I read your book
is it this one

The Bostonians

[SadLuckDame]

No, I don't have one. I was going to type one up and send to the catfish, but I don't know where to mail it and so I gave up the notion, besides I don't know that he likes me much.
It's cloudy, gray and gloomy outside.

I'll read that Bostonians though, It'll help redirect and distract me.