smorgasbord of poetry, photos, political hairballs...MOTEs "More energy, grit and real life in them than 96.8% of the bullshit that comes into the Corpse."
Wednesday, October 31, 2018
smocking dimuendo
Smocking dimuendo,
Filler kimono bow.
Silica silhouette.
Propiatory network superpower.
Rim cantilever pose.
Distaste influence slot.
Service industry intersection.
Vision scene, quondam.
Crevasse umbra.
Cotter technique.
Elect
-roscope
(Dada exquisite
Corpse poem,
Each word
Randomly found
By dictionary
Fingerpoints
In exact
Sequential
Order
(12-11-18 trump sic
Typos sic
"smocking
Gun"
cackle
Crowbeak talon henbane potion
Wormy webs slithering motions
Bristled hackles
Barbed wire shackles
Moonbeam withered shrieking cackles
Ghoulish eyeball entrail goulash
Steamy calabash gutted squash
Skulls wingy
Firebats clingy
Dark sweat swearings gross& stringy
Mold heart christened sweets
Werewolf's gristle treats
Red syrup swallows road's very way
Crutches stilt a morass of gray
Rotting sand hourglass display
Dismembered slurry
Warpig trough curry
Landmine handshake buzzsaw treaty
Civilian loins coins and soul's property
Demon clergy raging meaty
Spine cracking skeletal icy chill
Slabs featureless fill iron grill
Lest maggots hidden
Lend protein unbidden
Off flies vultures risen
Sunday, October 28, 2018
Los Mofos (not brand new)
http://www.accordioncrimes.com/players/ac04_jimboyerblurb.html
Jimmy, interviewed by Mike Danner. Jump to minute 45:00 to hear about the formation of the band and its origins...muck.
____________
It seems like The Freaks have been an integral part of McMenamins music community from the beginning! Can you tell us about the early days of the Freak Mountain Ramblers, and how your relationship with McMenamins came to be?
"The Freak Mt. Ramblers started out in the Fall of 1997, playing weekly at the Laurelthirst Public House for the Happy Hour show that over the years became known as “Church” – 6 to 8 p.m. on Sunday nights.
We played there for a year before we acquired the FMR name, which came about when we made our first CD – we obviously need a name to go along with the CD.
The original members were Jim Boyer (guitar,vocals), Bingo Richey (guitar, vocals), Dave Reisch (bass,vocals), Paul Bassett (washboard), and myself....."
WTF Roger? Early onset dementia?
https://blog.mcmenamins.com/talking-with-the-freaks/#comment-232
"Then, somehow, we talked Billy Leeds into hiring us back as a trio, but on Sunday evenings preceding Neil Gilpin's Belmont Street Octet. Around that time, the stage was moved to its current position.
Boyer, Richey and Reisch had been playing together for about six years when David invited Roger North to sit in with Jim Boyer, Bingo, David Reisch, Forest Bloodgood and Paul Bassett.
Our first gig with with that lineup (ahem, define "gig." IWW) was under the moniker Los Mofos at Crystal Ballroom.
Billy Kennedy gave us the name Freak Mountain Ramblers soon after that event.
When I left Portland in 1999, FMR brought Turtle VanDeMarr on board to replace me.
Then I returned in 2000 for a while, then moved to Joshua Tree.
At that time, FMR "hired" Alexander Browning to complete the longest-running version of FMR. (bullshit language nonsense etc etc.)
The dates are all written down somewhere and/or kept on the old Laurelthirst music calendars, but that's pretty much how it went down."-----Bingo (Kevin Richey)
https://www.portlandmercury.com/blogs/blogtown/2016/02/08/17556414/remembering-jimmy-boyer-legend-of-tomorrow/comments/1
"ROGER NORTH: I have known Jimmy since 1997, when he, Dave Reisch (bass/vocals), Bingo Richey (guitar/vocals), Forest Bloodgood (fiddle), and Paul Bassett (washboard) were already holding forth every Sunday night for happy hour at the LaurelThirst.
They had a small but very nice following—I don't know how long they had been doing it, but I think it was not brand new."
https://www.portlandmercury.com/BlogtownPDX/archives/2016/02/08/remembering-jimmy-boyer-legend-of-tomorrow
Jimmy, interviewed by Mike Danner. Jump to minute 45:00 to hear about the formation of the band and its origins...muck.
____________
It seems like The Freaks have been an integral part of McMenamins music community from the beginning! Can you tell us about the early days of the Freak Mountain Ramblers, and how your relationship with McMenamins came to be?
"The Freak Mt. Ramblers started out in the Fall of 1997, playing weekly at the Laurelthirst Public House for the Happy Hour show that over the years became known as “Church” – 6 to 8 p.m. on Sunday nights.
We played there for a year before we acquired the FMR name, which came about when we made our first CD – we obviously need a name to go along with the CD.
The original members were Jim Boyer (guitar,vocals), Bingo Richey (guitar, vocals), Dave Reisch (bass,vocals), Paul Bassett (washboard), and myself....."
WTF Roger? Early onset dementia?
https://blog.mcmenamins.com/talking-with-the-freaks/#comment-232
"Then, somehow, we talked Billy Leeds into hiring us back as a trio, but on Sunday evenings preceding Neil Gilpin's Belmont Street Octet. Around that time, the stage was moved to its current position.
Boyer, Richey and Reisch had been playing together for about six years when David invited Roger North to sit in with Jim Boyer, Bingo, David Reisch, Forest Bloodgood and Paul Bassett.
Our first gig with with that lineup (ahem, define "gig." IWW) was under the moniker Los Mofos at Crystal Ballroom.
Billy Kennedy gave us the name Freak Mountain Ramblers soon after that event.
When I left Portland in 1999, FMR brought Turtle VanDeMarr on board to replace me.
Then I returned in 2000 for a while, then moved to Joshua Tree.
At that time, FMR "hired" Alexander Browning to complete the longest-running version of FMR. (bullshit language nonsense etc etc.)
The dates are all written down somewhere and/or kept on the old Laurelthirst music calendars, but that's pretty much how it went down."-----Bingo (Kevin Richey)
https://www.portlandmercury.com/blogs/blogtown/2016/02/08/17556414/remembering-jimmy-boyer-legend-of-tomorrow/comments/1
"ROGER NORTH: I have known Jimmy since 1997, when he, Dave Reisch (bass/vocals), Bingo Richey (guitar/vocals), Forest Bloodgood (fiddle), and Paul Bassett (washboard) were already holding forth every Sunday night for happy hour at the LaurelThirst.
They had a small but very nice following—I don't know how long they had been doing it, but I think it was not brand new."
https://www.portlandmercury.com/BlogtownPDX/archives/2016/02/08/remembering-jimmy-boyer-legend-of-tomorrow
MF May, son of Jesse and Mary
Millard F. MAY, Clerk of township and village, and carpenter and joiner by occupation,Raymond, was born at Girard, Macoupin Co., Ill., March 15, 1860, son of Jesse W. and Mary (KITZMILLER) MAY, he a prominent stock-dealer, born in Tennessee in 1830, who came to Illinois in 1855; she, also of Tennessee, born in 1835; they had five children Florence, wife of J. A. BRADLEY; Millard F., Mary, Dora and Jessie; the latter died when four years of age.
Our subject, after receiving an education in the schools of his native county, learned the carpenter and joiner's trade, and has assisted in building some of the principal business blocks of Raymond; he is at present (1882) engaged in building a residence for himself on one of the principal streets of Raymond.
October 31, 1881, he married Miss Belle MILLER, born in Montgomery County April 21, 1862, daughter of Lemuel G. and Lucinda (LEE) MILLER, both of Greene County, Ill.
Mr. MAY is a Freemason and a Democrat.
Allegheny Review 1987 "in the hammersmith garage"
winter prys its icy fingers
into the crack of the huge sliding door,
pointed gusts color in the car exhaust.
greasy joe slides under a car
and wrenches at pipes straining
not unlike a man milking a cow
in the frost of four a.m. iowa.
he loosens a nut that drains the oil
and the cow wobbles weak headed.
he puts a feed sack over the hood
and gives the back fender
a fleshy, familiar slap.
Friday, October 26, 2018
Fionnlagh Macbeth
"Fighting Jack" John Finley 1760-1840
Farmer
Revolutionary soldier
Grist mill operator
His gravestone thrown in the foundation
Fearchar McFinlay,
Farquar McFinlay
Thane Ruari
Macbeath Mac Fionnlagh
Forbes
Keith
Barclay
Lumsden
Strachan
Mackie
Monday, October 22, 2018
Sunday, October 14, 2018
rake, the snock
Pesto by the fork, rake the top
Listen to snock
Boogie in an armchair with a hot water bottle
We're old and decrepitude has our #
Walnuts garlic parm basil olive oil
Who needs pasta, who needs snock
It's the walnuts
Making the zen under the salt
Or the not all silver fork I didn't melt down
contumacious dig
Recalcitrant, a fossil hardened
Out of life's stew
It wore jeans to work they were stiff
Got called contumacious
Had to look it up after heel-kicking
A bust of nero into skeet crumbles
Looking for calcium in the mix
Pigheaded to the end
Which'd not began depending on
Who gets asked, deep in the dig
Saturday, October 13, 2018
cover art Freak Mountain Ramblers
Painting by Natalie of Freaks
Boyer bingo bissett bloodgood north reisch
A similar version was used as cover
For their first album 1999
Played 1995-2000 fiddle, hundreds of gigs.
Clair Perry sic clear parried
Clear parried, throwing mud
Up out of the dolphin crib, such is the nature
Of despoilation as viewed
In omnipotent nonchalance from our spotless karmic haven
The brute brought to his knees
Resorts to brutality oh my gosh I spell it longhand sic
Can see it coming aeons away
Out of surewood forest stabbed by his
Loaned lance the robberhood fresh from
Crusades and orb fondles dim don dung
Beetles his hairshell among the volk
Parting with a slurry of sand the tyke tyrants
Milk the shale by strangling the cow
At least that's what his shield crest illustrates
A cracked egg unable to regain mint condition
All the kinks whorses
All the kinks mein
Can't putt dimdondungs together again
Friday, October 12, 2018
cakewalk
It was a beautiful cakewalk
Your mother had sent you curbside
With a frosted maiden voyage titanic
It went on a school table sneezed shiny
As music gave life to legs
Around and around then sit real quick
One chair less each time
You took home another mom's cake
Someone else got yours that's life
From scratch or just keep sara lee
Frozen ready at home
Your mother had sent you curbside
With a frosted maiden voyage titanic
It went on a school table sneezed shiny
As music gave life to legs
Around and around then sit real quick
One chair less each time
You took home another mom's cake
Someone else got yours that's life
From scratch or just keep sara lee
Frozen ready at home
acorns acorns acorns
Walk a new way to the store,
Less pestered by foul autos
Get lost in afternoon aisles
Putting second thoughts back
Left& right
Going home thru the park
Thousands of acorns
Underfoot reminds me of my girls
On hills above the columbia
Tree climbing doing the tireswing
Or hide n seek around the playground labyrinth
Under towering branchless pines
There on aisle 7 by the anthill
Watergate (Amiri Baraka)
"Dead Crow" is an old ugly
Eagle
I know
Run a "eagle
Laundry"
Wash
Eagles
Over & over
This eagle wash
Himself
Like lady Macbeth
Blood mad & sterile
Hooked teeth
Pulled
Out
In a flag costume
Just stripes
No stars
------amiri baraka
Watergate
Thursday, October 11, 2018
thingamajig
Madness divined soul's patched torments
Banishing object of subject chained
Owning ear of fish on pier Too
Cool for corndog boggy acres
Burrowing wooden quartz
All buckles despite respite-fattened rust
Chests sequela ruby sic strands
Diamond entangled
siamese monarchs
They from theirselves to blemish
Raised solidly ceiling secrets
Cuz we done forgot to brake for gravity
He kindly broke old we
Tho thing may lose---its majjig
--- All's thingamajig
the cornered
Dunce dances dyslexic
dickinsonianisms
Banishing object of subject chained
Owning ear of fish on pier Too
Cool for corndog boggy acres
Burrowing wooden quartz
All buckles despite respite-fattened rust
Chests sequela ruby sic strands
Diamond entangled
siamese monarchs
They from theirselves to blemish
Raised solidly ceiling secrets
Cuz we done forgot to brake for gravity
He kindly broke old we
Tho thing may lose---its majjig
--- All's thingamajig
the cornered
Dunce dances dyslexic
dickinsonianisms
still-----water
"When winds take forests
In their paws-----
The universe-----
Is still-----"
Emily Dickinson
crowmantic
......and with thee fade away
Into the forest dim,
Verdurous glooms, winding
Mossy ways....May's eldest
Child, white Hawthorne,
Path thru the heart
Of Ruth amid alien corn,
Adieu....(john Keats)
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Monday, October 08, 2018
shelf lives
This time we're both patient
Phone went off over n over
I drag my ass to bother
She's half soggy under the eaves
Hey kid she was 17 just yesterday
I was just 7 this time
The last 5 seconds of phone battery matter
Sunday, October 07, 2018
scary sic
It's called fascism
I know you're scared
The scary word fascism
The scary word supreme
The nonsense word justice
Fascism mocks
Called out from under the wrock
Fascism
The scary wrock