The New Decade Jam - starting Jan 2010

[Steve Plonk]

The gulf stream protects our oysters & all we have to do is cultivate 'em & get 'em past that infernal oil spill. Is that a big "IF" or what? Inquiring minds want to know: when is the mess going to stop squirting into the sea? Anyone's guess?

Praying for all the poor fishermen and marine life now...See a follow up on my column.

[stilltrucking]

I heard a happy rumor that the oil leak has been 'stemmed' I suppose I can start to see the wry humor in it all.

For some reason you just reminded me of this bit from Firesign Theatre.
Yes I was thinking about "oysterettes and clambasaurs and other small dying creatures."
BP says the impact will be very very modest.
Oh well. Have you ever had green oyster stew?
It is not bad. I had it in a a truck stop in Oregon little town called Pendelton . I saw it on the menu FRESH OYSTER STEW. I don't think that stuff comes in cans... I had to have some but when it came the oysters were green. The milk was white but the oysters were green. It smelled delicious but I was reluctant to eat it. The waitress told me it was something in their water that turned the oysters green... I sure could go for a bowl of fresh oyster stew right now

This is the bit you reminded me of:

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... During this extinct time, our earth was like a steam room - and no one, not even man, could get in. However, the oceans and the sewers were simmering with a rich protein stew and the mountains moved in to surround and protect them. They didn't know then that living, as we know it, was already taken over.

Animals without backbones hid from each other, or fell down. Clambasaurs and oysterettes appeared as appetizers - then came the sponges, which sucked up about 10 percent of all life. Hundreds of years later, in the late Devouring Period, the fish became obnoxious. Trailerbites, Chickerbites, and Mosqwitoes collided aimlessly in the dense gas. Finally, tiny edible plants sprang up in rows - giving birth to generations of insecticides and other small, dying creatures.

Millions of months passed and, 28 days later, the moon appeared. This small change was reflected best, perhaps, in the sand dollar, which shrank to almost nothing in the bottom of the pool. Where even dumb amphibians like catfish laid their eggs in the boiling waters, only to be gobbled up every 3 minutes by the giant sea orphans (which scared everybody).

And so, in fear and hot water, man is born:

http://forum.freehovind.com/view-3013

[jimboloco]

thanks for sharing
plonk it down steve
jamming 2010
ya never know
we're all puttin on a show
somewhere somehow
somebody's gonna get thru

had a blurb in th veteran too
plus wanna learn new tech stuff
ta clip my sound bites from th
underground radio we are
bringin it on to th mainstream
makin friends with th awful past
revolution now getting some generational kudos

back on th contact list for th vvaw
i can speak lawdy lawdy lawdy
i can debate lawdy lawdy lawdy
all from jammin
an th quaking mentality
rockin it on
all th while
i am falling now
about to hit bottom
blues wife gone away mad
it's my day or two alone
done with old time religion
never but she doesn't care
she wants a straight man
pot is not her preference
an i gotta make the change
raise the blade, no more jimbo
stu·por·ous stoned lobotamies
remembering muhammad my uncle
i let go jesus knows me now
i am lowly meek weak
down way down
into that dark abyss i falllll
dark beyond subconscious sea demons
and globular phagogytic mouths
into th deeps where no creatures can go
no intoxicated slides or slips
no melancholy no levity
rock bottom anti-matter fusion
where spirit dwells in sanctuary
and let go 63 let's go 2010 cj

[stilltrucking]

I wish I could help jimbo
but we have already established that everything I know about women is wrong.
I know it is hard

I have read that Kerouac was not pleased to what his editors had done to On The Road.

That bit about men getting down on their knees to their women...
They cut it up and shortened it. Mangled it.

[Steve Plonk]

Keep on choogling, and may we all keep on canoodling with
our honey pots. Keep the old human race outracing the rats.
I sometimes think this is a ratrace, from which we like to pause
for station identification. The rising of the women is the rising of
the race in more ways than one. Onward! No more environmental
disasters like this one. Feed the world! Clean energy!

[stilltrucking]

Ten four
"Death be not proud"

[WIREMAN]

holiday
holy day
silent moment
eggs easy
gots to have the bacon
jam time
now time
poetree time
can ya hear the sound?
Jam!!!!!!!!

[Steve Plonk]

Bibimbap a lugey boogie boogie bam clang!
Let the air vibrate with the voice from the slang,
Let the ziggyboogiedoo flip into the waterslide flue,
Let the splish splash noogie get into your shoe...

Flip the flap a dap dang doodle
Let the fries come thru to your noodle,
Let the wild birds sing with your song,
"Cause we all moving on before much too long,
We are like the grass and we will be reaped,
So let us begin our nighttime creep...

Just like ole Finnegan, we slip into the continuum,
Never worry 'cause the rain'll wash out our brain,
To bring a little water on the subject
Dry clothes is no object ,
So let's get wet & wild like an unruly child ...

"Cause we are ready like Finnegan Freddy
Bibimbap a lugey boogie boogie bam clang!
Smoked too much rope, drank too much sang...

[stilltrucking]

I hear a highway sound

“Heart and humor and humility”
He said “Will lighten up your heavy load”
I left him for the refuge of the roads…” joni

[jimboloco]

i said a prayer this morning at the veterans memorial in downtown st pete
while the homeless surrounded us and a homeless vet, Skip, read the names of tampa bay war dead in iraq-afghanistan thru a loudspeaker and i came home and tied yellow paper ribbons on my tree and cried alone again.
may 31 just turned 63
so far nobody from my family has anything good to say to me about my epic poem for my mother, just should that be in public view?
i pissed off my family again with a poem that i loved
my wife said i was lost inside my own mind

[SadLuckDame]

Sometimes I think about deleting all the intimate details, but I'd be doing a lot of deleting. I guess I just think that if it shapes you, than it is something of you. And if not mad about that, it's likely they'd be mad about something else, instead, not that I know that your family would...

[WIREMAN]

writers convictions
feeling good about
the say
consequences in
new mexico, right
before you hit the
london bridge, like
a house of cards
it's falling..................down!

[jimboloco]

yeah i deleted the bit about losing my wife
i don't want that to happen
making some stellar changes
in how i let myself be treated

as far as the poem goes, yeah it shaped me
and yeah they never value my life jewels
but i thought they might this time
and it amazes me how dense people are

i loved that poem it healed me
it showed me how flayed the women in my
mother's family were
by the men
and the women on that side keep picking mad men

judas priest i dig you

i git as pissed as you

[Arcadia]

a heavy net-al poem can´t do any harm
& healing has misterious ways
(CNN says we have the worst inflation in the worlddddd
-Venezuela, of course, it´s at the top!-)
oil in the canals
& turkey-ships in rage
gemini sun
wave us all

[jimboloco]

thanks
mysterious healing ways
i really had hoped so
no harm you say
not in a fundamentalist familia
where it was dedicated to the matriarch
who had poems in the arkansas gazette
i never thought i would get any response but acclaim from my family
it felt so good writing it
deflation

well won't dedicate any more poems to them
geminii post birthday pissy
big hole in the gulf
poor mountaineers underwater
beverly hills bogus pimp
mom once
said she was glad
i was living far away.....
i had hoped for some forgiveness and
closure
now just silence
sounds
can't escape
i need my teacher to remind me about
mercy
mercy
radical kids
makin a life of it