Saturday, August 28, 2010

ALL-NITE ANIMAL EMERGENCY ROOM

Dr.Ginny drives Dave’s Lucky aka Puss
down the San Tomas Expressway at dusk
to the all-nite animal emergency room

to be whisked away in his grey Pet Taxi
for immediate examination. An hour later,
after a dark dying cat cries out in fear,

we get the e$timate for Lucky’s urinary
blockage: slushy kidney sand, treatable
orally (by a new diet & special meds),
catherization (by dog-length catheter),
& (maybe) an operation. Lucky’ll live.

Leaving, I console a weeping woman &
the dying cat’s weeping owner by telling
how our 14-yr-old litter-brothers died:

Jeeves by quick injection, -ory observed
overnight; Carolin in hospital 4 yrs ago.
Everybody tears up in commiseration.

(28 AUG 10, Santa Clara CA)v4

Friday, August 27, 2010

CALL 3-BALLED BECK

C@LL 3-B@LLED BECK

3-balled Beck parodies Dr. King
negatively in studied contempt,
a whiteman in a naturally-grey
near-bald-cut affecting Nazismo,

determined to dramatically
rupture religion’s commitment
to social activism from what
it was in the Hebrew Bible.

No Jew he, Beck prances nazily
proud of the figure he’s cutting
curl by greying curl, leaving
only bald refusal & denial.

Who calls his bluff? I just did.
You can call 888-727-BECK

(27 AUG 10, Santa Clara CA)v4

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Generationally,

{for The Boomers}

MOZART wrote an opera/month,

a symphony/week;

BEETHOVEN wrote 1 opera,

9 symphonies;

SCHUBERT wrote 1 opera,

9 symphonies;

WAGNER wrote 1 symphony,

endless operas;

everybody came, fell asleep,

nobody stayed.


(25 AUG 10, Santa Clara CA)v8

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

BlueBerries

It's fascinating how, with the government's current dietetic emphasis on bright/dark fruit, simple blueberries have become (relatively cheap) little healthballs.

I remember 2 distinct types of blueberries: small, indigo, sour (in coastal eastern MA; homey); large, paleblue, sweet (from coastal eastern ME; commercial), appropriately enuf. [2 flashbacks:]

1. My Glaswegian Scottish father (in West Lynn MA) used to insist we pick high-bush sour indigo blueberries on the cut under the electric power lines in bordering Lynnfield MA, or sometimes up on Bald Pate in distant Georgetown MA (25 mi away). Some were eaten out of hand while picking them; the rest were taken home in large #10 cans to be loaded into pancakes, since we'd be drowning them in sweet maple syrup at breakfast anyway.

2. My Belarusian Polish-speaking grandmother (in bordering Salem MA) always served me the sweet big paleblue blueberries for Summer Sat. breakfasts with Kellog's Corn Soya in the late '40s. How I miss those paleblue, crunchy gold & cold white bowlfuls!

Saturday, August 21, 2010

Dick CHENEY's Blog?

Recently, on “30 Rock” (NBC-TV)
Alec Baldwin (as Jack Donaghy)
huskily bitched that he has to get all
of his news from Dick CHENEY’S blog (e.g.)
http://www.newsgroper.com/dick-cheney
because of “those pinko networks."

(20 AUG 10, Santa Clara CA)v2

Friday, August 13, 2010

IN A TRANSITIONAL ERA

We live in a transitional era,

fears dwarfing hopes, doubts, both.

Of child prodigy painters, middle-aged

mid-listers, distressing older novelists,

only musicians make any progress.

Poets (like me) do our damnedest:

if the planet lasts, we’ll ask: Why?


(13 AUG 10, Santa Clara CA)v1

Sunday, July 25, 2010

THE DAY THE WORLD (AS WE KNOW IT) ENDED


It all began with the day the World (as we know it) ended.

The exact date’s irrelevant, other than it was some day in 2010, a year I’d never expected to live to. Having read science fiction avidly, if not exclusively, since an early age (say, 7 perhaps) I, like many others, assumed that 2000 AD/CE would be the epochal year.

When, in fact, it wasn’t, I found myself, like many others, assuming some subsequent 21st-century year would be. Why not a nice, rounded 2010 then, when I became 68, or 2020, which my cardiologist advises me might be my last? But back to the common present: 2010, the year I’ve had my first tiny heart attack, an autoepochal event I’d also never expected.

Presuming a generalized chaos, I began by designing a necessary I.D. badge for myself:

PROJECT

HIGGS BOSON

PROJECT

CERN

CH Geneve Switzerland

052142

BILL COSTLEY USA

There, I thought, who could possibly doubt the number was significant? Of course, it was and is my date of birth, so that it would surely pop up, in one format or another, in any/all of my on-line profiles, enough to validate my now Higgs-altered existence. Once I was alive in the new Higgs-world, everyone’s numbers would be altered somewhat, if not obliterated, I thought. Numerical chaos would have to serve to validate everyone until new numbers were issued.

But...by whom? Any organization that looked reputable. I deliberately chose CERN because it was both quasi-obscure, vaguely known, and obviously relevant. I also assumed that nobody had a working phone number for CERN in their cyberaddress book. And that Googling CERN wouldn‘t bring up CERN's current personnel database.

Now I was ready to appear to have become the post-Higgs me, I thought. How much of the old me would I preserve? Well, all of me! I thought: it'll be easy to validate - if things haven’t changed much. If they have, everyone’s would have, so perhaps sympathetic dubiety would prevail. As a test, I Googled myself and CERN.

[G] [ Bill Costley, CERN]

In the first few listings, I found myself twice:

Bill Costley

Bill Costley: poet, playwright, journalist, editor, blogger (obviously). View my complete profile. Blog Archive. ▼ 2010 (84). ▼ July (8) ...
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Bill Costley - LinkedIn

San Francisco Bay Area - poet, journalist, blogger

View Bill Costley's professional profile on LinkedIn. LinkedIn is the world's largest business network, helping professionals like Bill Costley discover ...
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before I found other Bill Costleys:

Bill Costley, Education/Outreach at Traverse Area Association of RealtorsSaginaw, Michigan Area Bill Costley, Senior Paralegal at Arnold & Porter

I already knew of a Scottish hotelier/chef, and a writer specializing in German Army units, both named Bill Costley.

Would they be distracting enough? Probably, in a post-Higgs universe.

None of which associated me with CERN, unfortunately. I could hope that the general post-Higgs chaos might explain that absence to any chaotic questioner now of dubious certification themselves. Or I could hope that no one, under such chaotic circumstances, would even bother to inquire. All this probability was making me anxious while relieving that anxiety.

Was this the post-Higgs universe? How could I tell? So far, it seemed the same as the pre-Higgs one. Perhaps by Googling "post Higgs" I would find some relief.

[G] [post Higgs Boson]

Relief appears in the New Scientist:

http://www.newscientist.com/blogs/shortsharpscience/2010/07/is-a-god-particle-announcement.html

where I'm told the announcement of the Higgs Boson is due immanently. I suggest you try to calm down – if all this has discombobulated you as you are now – and just wait for it. It’s really only a matter of days now...

UPDATE: No Boson; am I still the person I was when I wrote this? R U?