[NWS Weather Advisory 080808-1]
Hurricane Ike, not named after
Gen.Dwight David 'Ike' Eisenhower,
34th U.S. [Republican] president,
is due to reach the TX coast Friday.
[NWS map insert]
“Weather/not Ike strikes TX, it's
a really big storm!" says the President,
speaking from Tulsa. "Up here in OK
really good people will take in Texans."
[NWS map insert]
The 43rd president stands by TX
“Weather/weather not Ike strikes,
& no matter where it strikes/not."
No further statement is expected.
(11 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v4
Thursday, September 11, 2008
White on White
Kasimir Malevitch, Ukrainan
“Suprematist composition: White on White” (1918)
http://www.moma.org/collection/browse_results.php?object_id=80385
Whatever you may be thinking,
it’s not pure white on purer white,
actually, it looks a bit greenish,
but that may be my old CRT,
maybe you see it quite whitely
on your flat-screen. Malevitch
felt spiritually freed up by it, as
a result of the 1917 Revolution.
How do you feel knowing that?
Does it still look as white to you?
You don’t have to answer. You
just have to look at it & tilt right.
You can hardly do otherwise.
Go ahead, just try not to. Try.
No, I’m not putting you on,
nor was Malevitch in 1918.
That was then, this is now;
this is now, that was then.
Tilt your damnedest: Tilt!
(11 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v2
“Suprematist composition: White on White” (1918)
http://www.moma.org/collection/browse_results.php?object_id=80385
Whatever you may be thinking,
it’s not pure white on purer white,
actually, it looks a bit greenish,
but that may be my old CRT,
maybe you see it quite whitely
on your flat-screen. Malevitch
felt spiritually freed up by it, as
a result of the 1917 Revolution.
How do you feel knowing that?
Does it still look as white to you?
You don’t have to answer. You
just have to look at it & tilt right.
You can hardly do otherwise.
Go ahead, just try not to. Try.
No, I’m not putting you on,
nor was Malevitch in 1918.
That was then, this is now;
this is now, that was then.
Tilt your damnedest: Tilt!
(11 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v2
Manhattan, ReBuilding
A few months after 9/11
I visited the refilling site
of the World Trade Towers
with my son, who lived
nearby on Hudson St.,
slow-walking together
over temporary planks
on the viewing platform
to see the construction site
that looked like any other.
Days later, I jay-walked there
& an earnest Manhattanite
shouted at me:“Do you know
what you’re doing?” I shouted
back: “I’m frum Bahstin!”
(wheah jay-walking’s normal.).
That was then; this is now; I
live at the bottom of S.F. Bay
& think only of the Manhattan
where my son lives, way up
in Washington Heights at 169th.
miles from where it happened.
Why would I think differently?
Manhattan’s always rebuilding;
ask any true Manhattanite.
(11 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v1
I visited the refilling site
of the World Trade Towers
with my son, who lived
nearby on Hudson St.,
slow-walking together
over temporary planks
on the viewing platform
to see the construction site
that looked like any other.
Days later, I jay-walked there
& an earnest Manhattanite
shouted at me:“Do you know
what you’re doing?” I shouted
back: “I’m frum Bahstin!”
(wheah jay-walking’s normal.).
That was then; this is now; I
live at the bottom of S.F. Bay
& think only of the Manhattan
where my son lives, way up
in Washington Heights at 169th.
miles from where it happened.
Why would I think differently?
Manhattan’s always rebuilding;
ask any true Manhattanite.
(11 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v1
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
MSM media-grinder
“They’re all just bloodsuckers!” shrieks
Sarah Barracuda, on being told she’s
being interviewed by the national MSM,
snarling “What they’re doing is a crime!
They suck our blood & spit it out over
our innocent believing public who don’t
know us any better. Who can stop them?”
Attila McCain smiles & shakes his head;
“They did it to me when I ran before &
they’ve been waiting for me ever since.”
Now they’re both in the MSM-grinder,
but won't be fully media-roasted until
super-finely processed by the press.
(10 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v3
Sarah Barracuda, on being told she’s
being interviewed by the national MSM,
snarling “What they’re doing is a crime!
They suck our blood & spit it out over
our innocent believing public who don’t
know us any better. Who can stop them?”
Attila McCain smiles & shakes his head;
“They did it to me when I ran before &
they’ve been waiting for me ever since.”
Now they’re both in the MSM-grinder,
but won't be fully media-roasted until
super-finely processed by the press.
(10 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v3
Moo-slim O’bama
“I know you’ll play it proud, “
says Attilla McCain,” as proud
as Mrs. Punch of being called
‘a pig in lipstick’ by moo-slim
O’bama, who can’t eat pig.
Who‘s he think he’s kidding?”
Hot Mrs.AAA-laska belittles him:
“O’bama can’t lay a hand on me;
eyes closed, I can out-slap him,
now he’s cornered himself,
you know I can lock him in,
'strategically speaking!' "
over a sweet mess of spare ribs.
(10 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v4
says Attilla McCain,” as proud
as Mrs. Punch of being called
‘a pig in lipstick’ by moo-slim
O’bama, who can’t eat pig.
Who‘s he think he’s kidding?”
Hot Mrs.AAA-laska belittles him:
“O’bama can’t lay a hand on me;
eyes closed, I can out-slap him,
now he’s cornered himself,
you know I can lock him in,
'strategically speaking!' "
over a sweet mess of spare ribs.
(10 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)v4
Monday, September 8, 2008
Attilla the Wonk
Feeling half his age (72), Attila McCain
threatens everyone w/ Sarah Barracuda:
“I’m the maverick; & with my maverika
on my right, I'll take on all of Washington;
her sizzling tongue'll lash Beltway ass.”
As he speaks, his short grey hair grows,
short sword juts, bolas dangle dangerously.
Frank Frazetta fantasias drive him nutso:
“Appoint Arnold to dress my cabinet in
raw buckskins, w/sweaty, bared chests.
Nobody will dare to resist us; vested
interests will fear our razorsharp axes…”
(08 SEP 08 Santa Clara CA)v6
threatens everyone w/ Sarah Barracuda:
“I’m the maverick; & with my maverika
on my right, I'll take on all of Washington;
her sizzling tongue'll lash Beltway ass.”
As he speaks, his short grey hair grows,
short sword juts, bolas dangle dangerously.
Frank Frazetta fantasias drive him nutso:
“Appoint Arnold to dress my cabinet in
raw buckskins, w/sweaty, bared chests.
Nobody will dare to resist us; vested
interests will fear our razorsharp axes…”
(08 SEP 08 Santa Clara CA)v6
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Carolin Combs, writer
I feel that I’m charged with the duty of explaining Carolin as a writer, at least after I met her at age 23 until her death at 50.
Altho we sat beside each other for over 25 years at our computers, I rarely ever got a peek at what she was writing. When I did – when she gave me a printed draft to comment on - my comments were almost never incorporated into the next draft.
The only exception was in her magnum opus, her historical novel “The Last Prince” (left fully edited at her death.) In it, I found two tiny traces of me, one my spoken suggestion of what a character would say, the other, an image lifted from one of my own poems (written in Scotland, and so used in a scene set in that same part of Scotland.)
What’s more important for you to know is that Carolin was constantly approached from the psychic realm by dead people asking her to tell their life-stories, or at least vivid incidents in them.. She told me that her only difficult decision was which one to tell first, not whether to tell them at all. .While working on that novel, she never had any trouble “coming up with material” because it constantly approached her directly, urgently asking to be written..(One scene, set in Berlin on Krsitallnacht [9-10 NOV 1938], was later verified by the nephew of the dead woman who told it to Carolin. He's Herschel Silverman, a longtime poet-friend of mine in Bayonne, New Jersey.)
So much for the common term “born writer.” In her maturity, she was a long-born writer - for the dead. I hope someone equally as capable as she was acts as her amenuensis. The best I’ve been able to do for her (so far) is to write short poems in which she speaks – usually in short, 3-word statements -to me.
(Sun. 07 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)
Altho we sat beside each other for over 25 years at our computers, I rarely ever got a peek at what she was writing. When I did – when she gave me a printed draft to comment on - my comments were almost never incorporated into the next draft.
The only exception was in her magnum opus, her historical novel “The Last Prince” (left fully edited at her death.) In it, I found two tiny traces of me, one my spoken suggestion of what a character would say, the other, an image lifted from one of my own poems (written in Scotland, and so used in a scene set in that same part of Scotland.)
What’s more important for you to know is that Carolin was constantly approached from the psychic realm by dead people asking her to tell their life-stories, or at least vivid incidents in them.. She told me that her only difficult decision was which one to tell first, not whether to tell them at all. .While working on that novel, she never had any trouble “coming up with material” because it constantly approached her directly, urgently asking to be written..(One scene, set in Berlin on Krsitallnacht [9-10 NOV 1938], was later verified by the nephew of the dead woman who told it to Carolin. He's Herschel Silverman, a longtime poet-friend of mine in Bayonne, New Jersey.)
So much for the common term “born writer.” In her maturity, she was a long-born writer - for the dead. I hope someone equally as capable as she was acts as her amenuensis. The best I’ve been able to do for her (so far) is to write short poems in which she speaks – usually in short, 3-word statements -to me.
(Sun. 07 SEP 08, Santa Clara CA)
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