Two and counting . . .

Happy Birthday little BLOG





I wish I could say it was a matter of quality over quantity, but that is surely not the case and I'm going for the opposite (and doing a good job) on the FOTO blog.

I did see though, that today is Rosie O'donald O'donnell and her wife's anniversary, so that's good enough for me to celebrate! I knew it was an auspicious day today!


(. . . and that I finally got to do a strikethru)

TV PARTY tonight

I had a dream this morning, all I can remember of it is that I found this fountain pen I'd been looking for (which in my waking life I keep meaning to look for) and the Elliott Smith song "Miss Misery" was either playing or my dreamself was singing. If I had to tease out some meaning from that dream, I don't know? I guess I have the Academy Awards on my mind? B/c since I've been watching them regularly, when Elliott came out and did that song ten years ago is one of the greatest Oscar moments I can think of (right up there w/ Fellini lovingly telling his wife to stop crying).

miss misery

i'll fake it through the day
with some help from johnny walker red
send the poison rain down the drain
to put bad thoughts in my head
your two tickets torn in half
and a lot of nothing to do
do you miss me, miss misery
like you say you do?
a man in the park
read the lines in my hand
told me i'm strong
hardly ever wrong i said man you mean
you had plans for both of us
that involved a trip out of town
to a place i've seen in a magazine
that you left lying around
i don't have you with me but
i keep a good attitude
do you miss me, miss misery
like you say you do?
i know you'd rather see me gone
than to see me the way that i am
but i am in the life anyway
next door the tv's flashing
blue frames on the wall
it's a comedy of errors, you see
it's about taking a fall
to vanish into oblivion
is easy to do
and i try to be but you know me
i come back when you want me to
do you miss me miss misery
like you say you do?

aMERICAN nIHILIST. . . now brought to you by fifteen year old girls!?!

When the cold wind comes ... I go where the dahlias bloom . . .

Florida Room
Greatcoat
Sleeping Porch


Florida Room
Greatcoat
Sleeping Porch


Florida Room
Greatcoat
Sleeping Porch


Florida Room
Greatcoat
Sleeping Porch


Florida Room
Greatcoat
Sleeping Porch


Florida Room
Greatcoat
Sleeping Porch

This is Just to Say

I spent the afternoon looking at woolgathering, the wonderful artblog of this lady that posts daily drawing/watercolors. Anyways, the warm homeyness of the images kept making me think of the William Carlos Williams poem "This Is Just To Say".

THIS IS JUST TO SAY

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold


And that poem always makes me think of his wife's reply:


REPLY

Dear Bill: I've made a
couple of sandwiches for you.
In the ice-box you'll find
blue-berries—a cup of grapefruit
a glass of cold coffee.

On the stove is the tea-pot
with enough tea leaves
for you to make tea if you
prefer—Just light the gas—
boil the water and put it in the tea

Plenty of bread in the bread-box
and butter and eggs—
I didn't know just what to
make for you. Several people
called up about office hours—

See you later. Love. Floss.


I was trying to think why did that site make me think of the Williams poem and I realized that the watercolors reminded me of a animation made of the poem "This Is Just To Say" that was part of the 'Voices & Visions' episode about William Carlos Williams. 'Voices & Visions' was a great PBS series on American poetry that I used to love watching as a kid and if I have any interest in Poetry at all a good 75% of it could be traced back to that series.

If I Told Him Would He Like It . . .

If I had known, I forgot. I think I had known at one point and then I forgot. That I had known, I forgot. But now I know again, I'm sure soon to forget. Again but now I know b/c I just saw. So I know b/c I saw. B/c I saw, I know and b/c I know I can forget b/c I saw I'm sure to forget b/c I saw I can forget.


. . . Some cod Gertrude Stein in tribute to her birthday and for the fact that it falls the day after her great rival James Joyce's (albeit almost ten years later).