Saturday, August 18, 2018
President Carter calls America an Oligarchy
"Carter has been notably quiet about President Trump. But on this night, two years into Trump’s term, he’s not holding back.
“I think he’s a disaster,” Carter says.
“In human rights and taking care of people
and treating people equal.”
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"Carter says he thinks the Supreme Court’s
Citizens United decision
has “changed our political system
from a democracy to an oligarchy.
Money is now preeminent.
I mean, it’s just gone to hell now.”
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https://www.washingtonpost.com/news/national/wp/2018/08/17/feature/the-un-celebrity-president-jimmy-carter-shuns-riches-lives-modestly-in-his-georgia-hometown/?noredirect=on&utm_term=.00bdf74ae86f
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Friday, August 17, 2018
dangerous fleur
Bishara. 87 years old
Tazed by 3 white pigs
As she cut dandelions
For a salad
Her name means
Human, the gift
In Lebanese
Sadists don't get
Badges, just kkk tattoos
And secret handsheiks.
Racist weaklings.
Thursday, August 16, 2018
2 bz or not 2 bees
Saved two bees
Doing laps in the birdbath
That's my karma
.
Got on hand and knee
To clean our site
That's my karma
Dizzy circles
Around the locks
No tape, karma
Pro pacifist
Pro realist
That's my dharma
tots
What made my tater tots disappear?
Sezame St. Jingle
Thanks Jeffrey Fredrick
Thanks Jim Boyer
Thanks mcmennamins
Thanks Belmont derby old glue race
Thanks a tot
kinder gentler uber alles
When I look at that
Union occupy Nov 11 2011 photo
Of Liz looking right thru me
Seconds before she's sprayed
Point blank in the mouth
I think of two guys
On morrison st, neighbors,
Sharing a cup of fluoride sugar
Pennsylvania conservative mantra
It isn't a church that hurts kids
It isn't a state that hurts girls
It isn't a town or marble palace
It ain't law and order that hurts little boys
It ain't satan or wal mart nyet
It's apathy in a weak suit
It's being normal silent
It's all faults tectonic puzzle in motion
And it's anchio et tu brutus bluto
Eat some spinach, lady justice
Eat truth in full sun politics
It ain't religion that cares fer wisdom nor
Sanctity nor little kids and old women
It's not an easter surprise that took yer fleur
And stomped it like a balloon of holy foreskin
It's power and the human nature that steers
Idiocy by the pew altar and boardroom
Angelina
Angelina had two white dots near
Her fox eyes, my prerogative
Fell more toward love blind as usual
Evincing her hunter hug
That captured
Tuesday, August 14, 2018
too shay
"Catch up on rent
Don't eat my beer
Don't drink my food
Don't sit on my car
Don't leave extension cords plugged in
Don't use that skillet
Don't put an onion peel in the trash
Don't let me keep you awake 3 am
Don't worry I'm easy as pie"
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And a superhero too,
Who can catch helpless fish!
red door
I see a red door, want it
Plaintive black, like a street
Fighting plan, like a rolling bone,
Like civil ware
Born with a silver bush
In the mouth
Monday, August 13, 2018
ya talking to me
Lowlife got a raise to nyet serve goons
Lowlife raised her sisters good
Lowlife had high brow ass aspirations
Lowlife was my midwife
Lowlife got us here
Lowlife made our bones BBQ
Lowlife took middle ground
Lowlife had a project and a goal
Lowlife was flag happy
Lowlife fired the silent shot
Lowlife went highfalutin dumb to what?
What? Lowlife proved life
Low, what?
NPR fascism
NPR is total Trump slop
Owned by corporate shanks
From every despotic nation
I'd care to never
Mansion. Platform?
The lyceum sees radio lies
Sponsored by the Putin
For the Putin
In tyrannical upbeat segments
Owned by corporate shanks
From every despotic nation
I'd care to never
Mansion. Platform?
The lyceum sees radio lies
Sponsored by the Putin
For the Putin
In tyrannical upbeat segments
Portland skinhead
Piece of shit street trash usa usa
Mount a pile of shit
That's yer city
Bigot gold chain honkie
Trump pole slathered in GOP fingerprints
Piece of shit alley punk
Get Jesus
Fast
Sunday, August 12, 2018
junebug tapenade
Bees crows all ruminants gnaw
Lick lost honey off her paw,
Fertile waste the dawn was chaste
As bird and flea their warm eggs graced
Yon turtle hid under ebony lid
Knockknocked butterfly waving two quid,
Lily rose buttercupped off in the wind
Bluejay took serious baths to lend
Reflections, disrupted ants construction
Tunnel metropolis sandy confections,
Wasp whisked away---- spider balled----
To ride out jays torrential scald,
Bees cawed, crows promenade
Lark likes pollenated junebug tapenade
Saturday, August 11, 2018
old bowsers forgot bone
365 times four
Plus january threw now
Me a soft wet bone
Woof woof all the blackberries
All their thorny crowns
365 tines threshing flesh
Until now till now noted
Lost my cherrywood rocker
Woof bow wow wow
Maid shave shade made trade
Quite a quit lover
Quiet quiet three
Hundred sissy times what for
Howl in the holler sounds good
Bury it bonegod back in
Leafy dirt outasite not
Out of mind math licks her clock
Clean of months tacky grab
Swaddled onceupon for
Eve ever flew off haunting
Hunted day woof woof
Groaned ole bowser scratching
His niche by the wallow
purty tumbled
Ice weekends aspirin towers
Made to fall down bookends
That's a wrap
Stunt hardy daredevil devil don't care
Arnica sting but not innasling
Get it done peeling time in the sun
Splitting atom's makem purty
Got no omlette lessya crack eggs
Hello stairs a tumbling masker
Born to balance gravity's joke
Bruise brushed off that's a wrap
Got it done in the negative sun
unknown regions
Unknown regions nyet a state
How'd it get a pro bait
Shut it willy nilly nsa hillbilly
Hackers out of date wrapped in Panama red tape
Unknown legions nyet a mate
Red carpet yacht race
Tie their tubes for the human taste
Elephant tusk caviar plate
unknown eggs
Nyet to beg
Unknown regions nutmeg
Off the grid down the leg
Not an actor just a bot got caught
Unknown legions elections bought
How'd it get a pro bait
Shut it willy nilly nsa hillbilly
Hackers out of date wrapped in Panama red tape
Unknown legions nyet a mate
Red carpet yacht race
Tie their tubes for the human taste
Elephant tusk caviar plate
unknown eggs
Nyet to beg
Unknown regions nutmeg
Off the grid down the leg
Not an actor just a bot got caught
Unknown legions elections bought
Sunday, August 05, 2018
shit names 1656
Bloodgood
Prince
Parsons
Kings
Nurseries in new Amsterdam
Is there some familial nomen
Clature at "work" in destiny (
Egmont
De lannoy
Luder man
May
Etc etc batdorf
Prince
Parsons
Kings
Nurseries in new Amsterdam
Is there some familial nomen
Clature at "work" in destiny (
Egmont
De lannoy
Luder man
May
Etc etc batdorf
Saturday, August 04, 2018
pushing dream to action
wrote that poem about the orca
before the news broke about her pushing her dead calf
for 10 days now, had a dream
with a centrifuge testing my blood this morning
saw it
see it
see saw it.
poisoned sic sic sick
Biophilic Design for the Anthropocene.
Super proud of Surreal TS Hawthorne:
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"My concentration is titled Biophilic Design for the Anthropocene.
The rationale begins with outlining the urgent need for a re-alignment of values in the modern world.
* * * I was born in Portland, Oregon and was given the last name Hawthorne in part because of being born in the Hawthorne district.
My parents bought a turquoise school bus when I was one and a half and moved it out onto their friends’ property near Goldendale, WA.
In the next few months they found and bought 80 acres nearby, in a deep canyon with a creek running through....."
read her full thesis on "that other blog" of mine.....use yer googler.
squared circles
Guilt caught up on me in dream
This morning I think upon reflection
Eloquent slow saturday pillow wrestling
I was escaping a cougar
Who walked toward me in the dusk
I went up a chain link fence
And got stuck on the sharp top ends
That's when I awoke
Another piece of dream I was at a counter
And a weird glass box had a spinning
Bottom with some tidbit twirling
In square circles
I opened a door to get the sample
But it was bait and my index finger
Was trapped on a magnetic gravity pad
I pulled hard as I could
To no avail summoned my strength
Got free and awoke the previous
Pillow over square ear having
Masked windows all day for painting
Up on the treacherous ladders
Perched over cougar teeth
Accidents none love
Didn't happen, my lucky devil stars
Smiling down on Saturday ruminations
With the ever pleasant voice
Of my cousin, letting me know
Moms better last night tied one in
After work with klob
Sitting downtown sidewalk sipping
Puddle hoppers as street kids busked
My fumaroles soul venting
To clear the depression layers that river
Couldn't cleanse went by bus home
Put on a white sheer tanktop
And head bandana and lo behold
It's karate kid on TV at the honky tonk
Wax on paint that fenced horizon
Jazz band leads dreams to peel like
Slum landlord siding
Got a job offer to stain a food cart deck
Floor for plates if Thai hell yeah
Maybe I'll be fired today
Maybe I'll go back to uneasy sleep
Where feelings shape imagination sharp
Offering grabs at icarus pints dripping
Off her wings too near sun
That's the mission
Friday, August 03, 2018
sic sic pain(t
They painted sick over I'll will
Ill will or can't won't sic near the
Inhospital sic loafing doors sic
Oxygen tanks blasting them in shrapnel
So they could breathe hardly sic air
By the rotten multi unit hornet hive
While boss by the bushes of maine
Went AWOL into duty to dad
So the story climbs up blackberry
Bamboo Rapunzel's tower of sickle
Cell medical charts off the sic map
To atergade retrograde pay scales
Breathed the scummy dragon
Peeling time off his knows sic sic
Latin music of languish
I mean sic sic language
Thursday, August 02, 2018
blue eye baby
Blue eye baby
Makes day OK
In dad's front pack
Instinctive smiles
Interrupt their milk
Guzzling wide faced
Ride into august
represso
Raw ingredients for poetry amount
To a finely minced slurry of rock soup
Boiled in sun sweat
Sprinkled in paint chips and pinup dreams
Put on a back burner freckled in whipmarks
From the sadist barista swans
Poured into a human mold sausage skin
And held between the legs as
Scalding bus jolts try to
Zap it into life at 7 am by clenched leg
Measurements calibrated
To entice tasteless buds
To make room for her honey
Honey
Honey
In the bottom of this cup
Wednesday, August 01, 2018
fumarole waterhole
The sad wastoids loiter, malcontent
To spare, cranking out disharmony between
Sneers guffaws and feet put in mouth
The dim craters of their hearts smoulder
Into another monte
Villa trailer park rodeo clown audition
Drained of the human traits
That endear and sugar coat endurance,
Tolerance of wild veers off steep curbs,
The bums burnt shit shave no love
Would mother such a cretin
Other than out of genetic servitude to Darwin,
Or other explorers of the fumaroles
Outcropping 82nd ave dives
Just visit the chinese village its cinder blocks
Of dead nicotine puffing the sky
In grey dumb masterstrokes of progress
Monday, July 30, 2018
juice
Medicine river carries heart back
From the other shore gone nuts,
City devoured what work hadn't grabbed
From aorta, lost family took veins
And ventricles off my chest by distant apathy.
Only water in flowing magic heals
The engine warm and viral,
And even then it's just a patched innertube
Headed for more patches
Prescribed by nomadic clouds,
Sharing the sky with horizon
eleven seven
Babyface and scalliwag panhandling
Sebenleaven I cough up 50 cents
One abe for ever year past my prime
Same douches in different duds
Hours later out forty miles east
Grifting or more sinister the proceedings
Of how days not unraveled transpire
date wake
My girlfriend the river her water all night
The tresses of stone bridge heaved,
No relief hieroglyphic nor savory happy
Bending basalt in times times
Hydrodelic or slow dumb blasted ballast
We sandbag all dim day under the weaves,
Shorn ripples emanate off our date
Wake
plunder
First forest force effs up
On purpose dropping consonant glue
In sonar honor the vowels my whale thing
Snatched off a beerstool
Into duty yodeled by a mad pirate
Cutting the plane of water with 200 horses
Diving off the bell tower
Peering into 100 feet of chasm as
Sturgeon register on the digital screen
The tresses of the bog her ramparts I suck
Like one hundred billions gallons
Fluid shove O Columbia
Under your thunder all plunder surrenders
Sunday, July 29, 2018
baby things
Mothers harness their big bang haircut
Ever atom ever was
Fuzzy was a bare joke cat in box
Pandora, purring in singular resonance
With tsunamis, ripe grain, tectonics
And gin, mothers juniper
Berry into the old log did trek,
Rolling to a rest and subsequent syrup state
Hence the shortened bangs
Looking deep out
Into the time box, forelocks adrift in radio
Beamed gold, mothers milk
Made of star silica and moonbones
Ever's eve and atom's atom did trek,
Lazy fast by instant muse music
Only mothers ivory harp a constellation
Retained, called the colander to a full
Empty room of baby things
aerie awry
Aerie awry, a dodo in oval office
His fleas more regal
His curved spine better formed than
His twit twittered twiterpated mind
He fell there by plot and scat and pee,
A showered coronation as he squawked
And double fisted fried twinkies on sticks
His sad underwear full of loot droppings
Corn flavored ious scribbled in BBQ sauce
Only his dim dong don dodo claw
Can sign so illegibly ode O doe dough
Until an eagle takes out the trash
Brash rash of extinct values
His wings good for nothing flight related
His fat fingers locked in avian genes
His brood dull beaked with greed
Worn on their make trump great sleeves
sun stacks skin
Trust spoons, entwined all sweet night
Said the shell of our dream
Poking its shard atop a spotless omelette
Easy side up and light peppering
Ceiling's canopy, rocks slide over
One another in the stream
The tiny fish nibble toes that halt
Stretching summers sun until
One can read patterns
In our illumined and webby paws
Not unlike other pillow nested vertebrates
Finding nooks of harmony
After travails unending echoes shush
Proof that dreams dream too
Bubbles jet upstream, just because
Old father gravity is rightly wrung
There in the firs new bassinet under a ledge
The cones bobbers eddy in dance
Saturday, July 28, 2018
mars petri wish
More energy grit & real life
In heaven weight per diem aligned
On scrapped car heaps
Or the underbelly of wall street rife
And rank senses figure out bold moves
Graphite legs and ink octopus stylus eyes
Hello frozen lake harpie
Stay sleeping under blankets of iron
Forge energy grit and
Real life
On red mars petri wish
go figure
The way love works you see
Nothing helps to wreck
Unhappiness faster than love
Hammering water
On facia appearances the glue
Of attractions barnacled
In loves stormy hold all the gale
Lashed in butterfly kisses
Braided in smiles or wee hour wine
You see love works ever
Thing starts mattering about
Tangible skin maps to lost isles
Found unwanting nought
Nada zilch and mas O meno,
The way love works go figure
rootboros
Willow root, last hold grips
The bank mane tresses pebble-
Scoured in asteroids of motes
Hurled in a soup of energy
Grooting and grafting the muds blood
Sifting good nest of minerals
Time's dragon suckles moment tail
It bleeds fire in the post ice flow
As branches storm ripped
Float unanchored in ordered chaos
To find some niche get stuck
Collected to send forth our place mat
Fingers of fiber, life claws
From the shell all eyes and ruby
Silica tail it swishes moon away
In a pattern of dark scales
Unprinting the dimensions by rote
Until the wooden heart shoots green
fluke finally
She found it blue battered
A blue whale bruised and flour dressed
On the ladders plate a home run
Entrée fit for most queens
Back in her bay wrapped in sleep
His fluke no mistook the reef
Breaching for coffee after
Laps around the moon
All gravity the brows joined silence
She pound the pillow soft as waves sculpt
The sure shoreline senseless,
Finally
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A grieving orca
Pushes the corpse out
Thru choppy waves
For a week
As her pod departs
(The news)
sates the ravenous bear
It wasn't what you meant to inscribe
It didn't pause the particles
The tracks over space and time never to love
Unfurled it wasn't a destinynation on purpose
It was amber waves of sound sand
There drooled america into an abyss
It couldn't define quantum charades
Not on such long notice
Not with big brother's overcoat of tall glass
Chiseling tedium to binary arts
Meaning more hole
Rigmarole as the axe finds relax in summers
Kindling pile of spider babies
Writing our tome in silk and splinter bait
There vanished america into morass
Made in absense of form
Out of quark hiccups and accounting shims
Rammed to the bitgroin
The united sates the ravenous bear
deeper out
Sandy river oasis stone boulders
Families littered pleasantly along or in
The water, cool enough from mountain
Birth, glacial cradle rushes
From thin air caves
To nourish fernfilled woods
Falafel and romaine salad picnic
Time to.kiss the silty bottom
Feet clear step deeper out
Deeper out colder until
Only swimming keeps head above, among
Air breathing lip animals
Wednesday, July 25, 2018
frack pack
Beating round the bush
Bushwhacking the slush
Several thousand service stations
You cheap ass fucks
Take the tram to snofuck
Go see don Jr beltbuck
Le, plug lug some fascism
On those okradio outlets
Just wait
Just wait
Just wait
Earth gonna frack you
held
The waves of ire
Land, land hard, weaving undone
Into beaches of
Sunset gold, gold
Eyes prize, seize
And can't hold,
Hold.
sayings
An injury to one
Is an injury to all
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Haste makes waste
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Life is short
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Stay hydrated
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Count your friends on both fingers
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Adios good morning, take it to the worthless bank
Sunday, July 22, 2018
dairy tales blue #5
Ginger bread sidewalk, iced
In blackberry drizzled honey laid
By mice men
The well laid plans of bees
Moving from oregano flower to flower
As savory sherpa pie
Steeps in mad shattered recipes
Only dead glaciers can unlock
In crumbs the tongue loses
In a milk of summer lies
Said the nose in sunburnt barley aisles
Boxed to get homogenized
Or vice versa by general mills
Sugar artillery blue #5 bramble
low loot
Low hanging loot, Pruitt
Fruit of leathered oil
Off Hamm backed lard wells
Net and gross grossed out
Into bankers deviled dozens
Just look in the oven all the treaties,
Look, hansel look
Low hanging loot
Saturday, July 21, 2018
little house in the dalley
Sun yolk shingle orange shanty
Beta red tree dolly dally
Skip hop once upon a translucent dream
Her wand of hair a whip and carrot
Cake green moss
All the animals get a plate of golden
Friday, July 20, 2018
impeach Trump traitors
Impeach the illegitimate
Fake potus
Put the Trump tower traitors
In jail
Agalarov
Kaveladze
Veselnitskaya
Yank their visas
Hold them as material witnesses
And put mike mukassey under oath
And disbar hid Kremlin ass
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
five eyes in one
Prep work on the facade of
The guts of the Constitution
In order to farm more perfect
Onions peeled self cries
Under battered halos
The five in one removes loose
Cock a doodle dandy
Greasy handy Donny
Prep the crimson Kremlin carpet
Use a leaf blowhard
Use a rake made of law and steel
Yank the traitor
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
Sunday, July 15, 2018
saxifrack un mal Fleur
Saxifrage his flow
Splitting clocks that
Snakes yonder scale
Weighting written blocks
Songs sorties
Fleurpow
-Er, to err (human
Strikes, baiting
Split rock standing
Kung fu fracking(no
Ideas but in profits
A poached weed composed
Inventions sort of
Sort of reconciled
In writing
WC williams
intaglio tussled palimpsestine
The RR bums. Incognito. Turkey
In the straw. The lesson.
Page 231. "Hungry
As an oriole"
He "kissed her while
She..." Drugstore library
Knee boot filth
Cheek scar-coils
O O(riole eyesdowncast
Paper brain possession
Intaglio tussled ditchtown
Trestles turn away
Dr Zeus Strangeloaf
Hello rut hello wagon
Hello runt hello dragon
Rut kingtut Kong bring a gallon
See ya tater tot don knot
Gun nutttraitor
Putt puttin later, instigator
hello waggin yellow flag spin
Tale of dog fleas all fleeing
Putin's spyhut, knee deep summit
GOP smut clout
Hello rutty said don the 2
Prost danka clinked cherry vixens new by new
Never known only fondled
Hello rut
hello wagon
Saturday, July 14, 2018
went bust west
July 1991 bloggod
Was "best new poet in town"
In Willamette Weeks annual "best' issue
Brad Tyer my pal
Wrote me up all good
More recently he was Editor of the
Texas Observer
Before cell phones
Before computers
Before best went bust west
NRG and Dan Raphael
Published that poem whattsitcalled
I best remember, yep
rightly wrong
I was wrong strong
Wrongly wanton checkless wrung,
Towel draped heaven and daisy blue skies
Only a brief reprieve removed like
Shattered glass or trust demolition
Being wrong noted in neon
Harrowing forgiveness chews bolts
And swallows prideless old times until
Marrow becomes very red rock
Fossil eye
Fossil eye
Blinking wrong at the intersections
We were right.
spiral harp pooned
No love caresses my trellised lair
Ghost birds old songnests
Wind wrecked valley
Where no love hatches never eggs
By the peck so deep
It chips my firm
-ament. Blue morning growl,
No love found me
Surrounded in her tornado castle
Bricks flying mote by mote
Only a spiral harp of ivory remains
Monday, July 09, 2018
fuck you Trump tower mukassey GOP traitors
NATO an injury to don
Is an injun pussy Pocahontas to
Yo y'all Harry Hamm
Phil Ruffin
Kaveladze, Akhmetshin,
Veselnitskaya
Agalarov
Samochornov
Off the top of my head
An injury to the USA
Is an injury to you.
Sunday, July 08, 2018
witch came forest
Witch came first, her voodoo?
Or her mulling egg nest of dolls moaning
In Kremlin doublespeak
Any chicken nose witch way the
Fascism blows said Bobby Dylan
From his San Cristobal ranch
Built of Nobel Peace charms
Locked hearts on the Paris bridge
Heavy enough to sink the sane
Seinne frozen hard
Enough for feathers to walk
To the netherside of NATO
Waving white flags
To go to war before it comes
All over yew boughs bent
To archer eyes
Tracking the broom drone sorcery
Calories exhaust off flying monkey
Pine trees, in an exhibit from
The world's unfair
On the banks of bankrupt rivers
In poetland, bOregone.
bloggod, Marie Martinez, "modern art"
Maria Montoya Martinez (1887, San Ildefonso Pueblo, New Mexico – July 20, 1980, San Ildefonso Pueblo) was a Native American artist who created internationally known pottery.
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Maria signed her creations in different ways throughout her lifetime. The signatures found on the bottom of the pottery help date the pieces of art. Maria and Julian’s oldest work were all unsigned.
The two had no idea that their art would become so popular and did not feel it was a necessity to claim their work. The unsigned pieces were most likely made between the years of 1918 and 1923.
Once Maria gained success with her pottery she began signing her work as "Marie." She thought that the name "Marie" was more popular among the non-Indian public than the name "Maria" and would influence the purchasers more.
The pieces signed as "Marie" date the pottery between 1923 and 1925.
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maria_Martinez
https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/736324
"The olla, or jar, from the Diker Collection was made around 1919–20 and is an outstanding example of the Martinezes' early collaborative work. The vessel is based on ancient forms, updated with aesthetic and formal innovations. Its matte black-on-black surface represents the culmination of 10 years of experimentation with firings and materials. Julian used a mixture of clay and beeweed for the iconographic decoration, which represents Avanyu, a Tewa deity and guardian of water. The jar is displayed among paintings and sculpture—by Albert Bierstadt, Ernest Blumenschein, and Frederic Remington, among others—that depict the American west, both real and imagined, and its iconic presence in our national culture.
Featuring Native American art in The American Wing for the very first time in The Met's history reveals our current commitment to expanding the definition and scope of American art at the Museum, now and in the future.
"
https://www.metmuseum.org/blogs/now-at-the-met/2017/native-american-art-the-american-wing
time suck flotsam, jetsam
show up to same old new work
whaddya know, calebs from driftwood
and the homeowner went to KU the same time as me,
what movies do you like is the banter
over the hot loud heatguns
he says he watched a 1992 dracula with whatshisname
tony banderas i ask nah, that other guy
then the next night 4th of July on the midnight tellyvision
by random is antonio lestat's dad
and brad pitt and tommy cruz in interview with
the umpire, sure a coincidence
and then caleb don't show to work the 5th
he got t-boned in a carwreck
he was in the hospital as i watched the holy
-wood vamps, same old new work
between sips of clear clear
water, homeowner brings his music,
ween, hey i met those guys at pine street theater
when golden delicious opened
piss up a rope, put on the gloves
show the gibby in driftwood photos from 1988
a bag of ribs and the graphix bong
but we had a flat on fell and oak,
fred douglas plaza
and les claypool from primus came by
to huff nitrous from ballons big as state fair pumpkins
a primal high the same old new work
maybe you didn't know the old hipeye from the Crossing
or that chuck mead plays the grand old opry now
or that garth brooks warmed up the hideway cabin
on lake carl blackwell in 1986
and ate all the celery out of the potato salad to fuel
his shotput arms, same old new song
a horseshoe ringer with the horse still attached
if i was gonna be a gump it woulda been from alisha and
linda and kermit but the chiseled gravestone of
romance was heaved into the Kaw and Ark City river
along with other willow love garden vinyl
before the flaming lips went up in snarksmoke
before the butthole surfers had a hit single
the fly on the blot godwall
just a maze of eyes and ears and a thousand years
in a crypt( O logical
morass, just ask the Transylvanian Codrescu
down in LSU under the banyan and magnolia
flowers devouring coeds in flytraps of academic sugar
the same old lures
how to bite and slip off the barb fame dangles
easy new old slough of skin from a ranchhanded hack
some day you'll namedrop
me but i'll be long, long here and foo tar away
too far portrayed in connected blurs and
the nanny of 27 year old mockstars leadbellied
in the pines planted in 1659 from grafted
vlissingen splinters off St Georges in Flushing
as the doctors probe light looks at the retina and pupils,
this one island in time washed over by waves
from that thai cave drama all the same new old heroics
umbilical cords
oxygen, holding breath suspense the ladder of elements
study steady hands it ain't who you know
it's where you remember the rungs of the party line
it ain't who you eat, it's where you eat them
says epicureans sophistry from a hunger pantry
4 centuries deep in loam and asphalt
a vegan worm with two front ends and middle
full of the same old song in segments
fetch the dog a bone and drop a nickle in the
beggar cup for a minstrel's fiddle-roots curled o'er
the clock, the same old faust deal
just ask egmont under the chopping block
or lo john brown the meteor of the war
his beard streaming said melville from his relative
obscurity having written the greatest novel of all time
as bloodgood cutter the lariat poet
who Twain mocked as in Innocent Abroad
walked collecting rent from widows along Big Neck
the vamp's favorite food source, same old work
spiders parachute on electric haiku, Fort Anomaly, the Dalles
Gray was born on February 16, 1889 in Pasco, Washington.
He was the son of William Polk Gray (1845-1929), a prominent steamboat captain in the Northwestern United States, and Oceana Falkland Bush
Hawthorne Charles Gray (February 16, 1889 – November 4, 1927) was a captain in the United States Army Air Corps.
On November 4, 1927, he succeeded in setting a new altitude record in a silk, rubberized, and aluminum-coated balloon launched from Scott Field near Belleville, Illinois, reaching 42,470 ft (12.94 km), but died during his descent after his oxygen supply became depleted
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born at seafoam gray
speck bubbles out, spider-man
rides electric wind
songwriter slough
woke up to the dry scratchy voice of daryl
of the darrylizers on kboohooboohoo
sounding just like the good earth
he done 30 yards ago
simple as crushed dust on a sneaker hung over the tellyfone
wires, going nowhere in the key of
geewhiz, picture him in his musty messy garage
3 am hashing out a ballad
old hamm kansas his ribs all bar
bbQed in too many decades of watertrough
wallows and unsanded gallows
he don't remember half of nothing
not how he got the knackname darryl
it was from 3 finger tony
at the watertrough on hawthorne who over the din
of the pool whacked evening
thought one name was d'udder,
changing the straw, swamping out the dingy,
changing the cleats
putting on the yoke and tool belt
he don't return calls they pile up like empties
so his kids can target practice
their bbGuns from the galvanized pond
so far away
from harlow's lullabye the cyclops engine eye
of a voice that once had range,
Youth, less going for it and way
More spark
forest bloodgood music, reverb nation
6 songs circa 2010; fiddle, mandolins, dulcimer, keyboards
glisten up
2:07
nuevo uno
1:25
pee yano
3:10
railroader
2:12
gypsy spooky
1:22
babies
Ditchtown, Forest Bloodgood/Lynn Conover, 2013
https://lynnconover.bandcamp.com/album/ditchtown-double-cd
23 tracks, free as a bird, or put a bone in the bucket
if ya got it.
Forest Bloodgood, Fiddle: arranged recording (by Sandy Noyes)
designed, produced, and manufactured
handmade double-CD set
Lynn Conover, Guitar/vocals: Songwriter, set list dictator.
1.
Jole Blon 05:05
2.
On A Lark/Red Apple Juice 08:16
3.
Peg n' Awl 03:36
4.
The L&N Don'y Stop Here Anymore 05:46
5.
Cry Baby Cry 03:56
6.
Hesitation Blues 04:44
7.
Little Sadie's Cuckoo Bird 04:47
8.
Bucket Hole 03:56
9.
O Death 03:03
10.
Railroad Bum 06:24
11.
The Eagle And The Owl 06:09
12.
Heaven And Hell 05:11
13.
One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below) 06:06
14.
Willie The Weeper 04:38
15.
Sour Grapes 03:50
16.
Voodoo Queen Marie 03:45
17.
Odds And Ends 04:41
18.
Spooking The Horses 03:58
info
buy track
19.
Rough And Rocky Road 05:48
20.
Oh Sister 04:46
21.
I Remember 05:15
22.
Nothing Is Wrong With You 02:52
23.
Beaujolais 04:18
Recorded at Biddy McGraws, SE Glisan St, Portland Oregon
4 live performances, recorded by Sandy Noyes of Astoria. 2013
23 tracks, free as a bird, or put a bone in the bucket
if ya got it.
Forest Bloodgood, Fiddle: arranged recording (by Sandy Noyes)
designed, produced, and manufactured
handmade double-CD set
Lynn Conover, Guitar/vocals: Songwriter, set list dictator.
1.
Jole Blon 05:05
2.
On A Lark/Red Apple Juice 08:16
3.
Peg n' Awl 03:36
4.
The L&N Don'y Stop Here Anymore 05:46
5.
Cry Baby Cry 03:56
6.
Hesitation Blues 04:44
7.
Little Sadie's Cuckoo Bird 04:47
8.
Bucket Hole 03:56
9.
O Death 03:03
10.
Railroad Bum 06:24
11.
The Eagle And The Owl 06:09
12.
Heaven And Hell 05:11
13.
One More Cup Of Coffee (Valley Below) 06:06
14.
Willie The Weeper 04:38
15.
Sour Grapes 03:50
16.
Voodoo Queen Marie 03:45
17.
Odds And Ends 04:41
18.
Spooking The Horses 03:58
info
buy track
19.
Rough And Rocky Road 05:48
20.
Oh Sister 04:46
21.
I Remember 05:15
22.
Nothing Is Wrong With You 02:52
23.
Beaujolais 04:18
Recorded at Biddy McGraws, SE Glisan St, Portland Oregon
4 live performances, recorded by Sandy Noyes of Astoria. 2013
blotgood, busking Mexico City 1993, fiddle and Love with a baby in the oven
Busking in the Zocalo of Mexico City, 1993, with Becca Bashara. Little did we know, Surreal was inside, growing. It wasn't Montezuma's revenge, at all. Underneath my tapping hippie foot, the ruins of the Aztecs, and their caves of larval gold, their dust eagles and pikes broken.
Maybe it was my long red hair, maybe it was my shredded Okie attire, maybe it was the gentle nature of humanity that loves all music, and wanton courage of the traveler.
We were embraced by ears and a few pesos, and made it back to the border with only enough for the bus ride back to OKC. My shoes were stolen from the foot of my sleeping torso in the train station, as we slept, and I traveled the last 800 miles barefoot, with the glare of the Greyhound man doing himself no favors.
The stone of the Zocalo sopped up my sound like yet another offering from the blot godi of centuries past, the skin sacrifice, the off kilter meandering self disbursement of skin and calloused feet pads, and wind worn thumbs of hitch hiking nomads. I'd been there before.
Letter from Andrei Codrescu, LSU, October 12, 1988
"More energy, grit and real life in them
than 96.8% of the bullshit that comes into the Corpse."
Friday, July 06, 2018
plum line
First I hit 4 three pointy shots
On a rattle rim basket then I got hired
Then on the way to work
A girl in her underwear
Ran to the front thong door
Then I ate a plum
Off the sidewalk it melted
My mouth watery her skin
I peeled with a paint gun I got
Paid never stayed past that
Sequence of eve
Vents
Sunday, July 01, 2018
Je T'aime France and Bangladesh and Russia and Honduras....and all y'all
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that's purt good
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