// thars sumptin, idunno, nostalgic? bout eatin lunch at a place playin ol’time country music ‘bout desperados & do cowboys go t’heaven…
Month: May 2009
// today that waiter calls me buddy… read the rest of the on going fiddlin pig saga
It’s 10:30 and my co-workers just realized that I’m here. I’ve been here since 9 and one of them came into my office and said “oh, you’re here. How long have you been here?”
That’s a good feeling.
oh, in know that feeling… though, for me, sometimes it’s mid afternoon before they realize i’m in the office… happy, happy, joy, joy… & pass me another beer…
// just got flipped off by a complete stranger while i ate special a at the guad… welcome to america’s happiest city… fugitaboutit…
// that being said… i think i’ll head off to lunch with the biggest book of poetry i can find within reach…
// love the pejorative tone many bourgeois have toward the idea of poetry readings…
// ‘Ferlinghetti, as a Navy commander, had been at Nagasaki…’ (http://newdirectionspoetry.wordpress.com/2009/04/21/citizen-and-poet/)
“[Khalil] Gibran’s ‘masterpiece’… turns not so much upon poetry as upon the genre of wisdom literature and its subgenre, the aphorism, which holds a particularly valued place in Arab culture. Like all good aphorists, he uses language that is both plain and metaphorical; it invites understanding yet in a way that brushes against the mysteries of being alive. There’s no doubt that the style occasionally ascends into comical elevations, and that its high tone seems lost in the ironies and specificities of American life. But that sort of spiritual homelessness pretty much describes a large swath of immigrant life.” (via poetry & popular culture)
// i love the smell of spreadsheets in the morning…
// after a weekend diet from sns, i’ve plugged into the matrix… i’ve missed so much & yet i’ve missed so little…
// spent the day in the garden until the rain ceased garden work… attended a going away party (far too many people are moving away)…
// oh, insomnia, thanks for putting the recent issue of the american poetry review in my mailbox today-gives me something to read at 1am…
// she says, ‘most people don’t want to think & when you challenge their ideas they take it personally.’ i say, ‘what does that make me?’
// ambiance, automation & emergence (http://www.readwriteweb.com/archives/three_models_of_value_in_the_real_time_web.php)… discuss…
// i’d rather be reading hafiz; ‘we should make all spiritual talk simple today’ (http://www.powells.com/biblio/1-9780143037811-0)
// at lunch, coworker says i’m anti-everything… i’m not anti-everything, i’m just not a lemming… & i need to work on my people skills…
// it’s raining… pouring, actually… really pouring… with thunder & lightning…
// did i mention the waitress at fiddlin pig did not call me ‘honey’ or ‘darlin?’ today she called me ‘baby…’ yes, i’ll have another coke…
dentiloquy
noun • speech through gritted teeth
// a line from pound comes to mind, ‘you ought rather to rule than serve…’ in context it has many meanings… i’m still unpacking them…
// coworker just dropped off a stack of books by cynthia rylant for the kidlingers… the illustrations are great…
Never trust anyone who has not brought a book with them.
Lemony Snicket (via hibernate) (via somethingchanged)
// is it possible to have meaningful, lasting friendships with coworkers…
Coffeehouse Junkie 