Thursday, May 24, 2007

Its Thursday, I'm in a cubicle, I'm full of useless knowledge, and I'm trying to quit biting my nails.

Am I alive or am I Dead?

Some verses floating through my head at the moment. Maybe they can float through yours. If nothing else, at least that entry about the dog moves down the page. Yep...

At my job I work in a cubicle and barely speak
to anyone all day. The human wolves don't even see me.
They fear me not.

~ James Tate, The Promotion

You hear a whistling overhead
Are you alive or are you dead?
It's only Thursday
You feel a shaking on the ground
A billion candles burn around
Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it's too late
~ DJ Shadow, Six Days

Now I wish I could write you a melody so plain
That could hold you dear lady from going insane
That could ease you and cool you and cease the pain
Of your useless and pointless knowledge

~ Bob Dylan, Tombstone Blues

this isn’t our song
this isn’t even a musical
I think life is too long
to be the whale in a cubicle
nails under your cuticle

~ Andrew Bird, Plasticities

Thursday, May 17, 2007

Little Jack

Two brothers taking care of the thirds dog. He is away, in jail, for third DWI, the dog gets out, hit by a car, I hear the scream, a dogs at first then a human child, then a dog again, god the pain, the suffering, I run around from the back, I see the brother coming towards the dog, I see the dog screaming limping away from the cold concrete, its back legs bloody, not moving, it crawls, 15 feet, why is it crawling?, it must hurt so bad, it continues to crawl, it back legs crushed and bleeding, it find the cool grass and lies down, it crawled 15 feet, 15 torturous feet across black street, our streets to get the grass, to lie, and to bleed, to die? Who knows its a damn small dog. The third brother, Dave, Christ such a nice man, not a smart man, but a nice man. His dog is going to die. The brothers, one begins to cry, they both have long grey hair. Working men. Beer and classic rock men. That damn dog crawled 15 feet without back legs to lie in the grass. That beautiful green grass. It could have stayed in the street but it would not. What could have been going through it tortured little mind? Fuck, Dave, Dave is going to be crushed. That dog looked pretty messed up. Even from a 100 yards away I could see the bloody lower half. Fuck, Dave is such a nice guy, and such cool little dog. He loved that dog. His only constant companion, unmarried. The dog still lives, I can hear its moan. Well I heard its moan about a minute ago. Fuck, Dave is gonna be crushed. He is the can, and he is gonna learn his dog has died. I hope the dog lives, I hope the dog wants to live. That little fucker crawled, his lower half crush, crawled 15 feet to lay in the grass and bleed. Crushed by a car, crushed between rubber and cold concrete. Jack. Little jack.

The youngest brother cradles him in poncho in the back of a pick up truck, the other brother flipping through a phone book. “find a place yet?” No crying, jack, no sounds out of jack, eyes seemed to be closed. Unconscious hopefully, not suffering. The truck leaves, I turn on Miles, I open up to Tate’s Promotion, the one about the dog who lives a charmed life, slowly quietly dies and then is reincarnated into a cubicle bound man. I think of rewriting this poem. Jack a charmed life, and violent death (he still lives as far as I know) reincarnated as what? Another miserable man, maybe a man who paves roads, who is hit by car that stops for a second, flips out a cigarette and moves on, on a beautiful spring day.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Of Finals and Convertables

A blog in bullet points and dot dot dots...

- Finals are done, I have a whole 2 weeks until summer classes start. Loving that...
- I think i might have actually passed Spanish. Thats pretty awesome...
- Its lightning out, I love lightning...
- I Mormon missionary approached me today, I asked him what he thought about Mitt Romney, he said he is not allowed to watch television so he doesn't really know, that was kinda funny...
- I drove home with the top down enjoying the beautiful weather, then sitting at my computer, i heard the unmistakable patters of rain outside my window, oh rain i thought, how nice...FUCK!!!, and i ran out to my rain soaked car and put the top back up amidst rain, lightning and hail, i am an idiot...
- So yeah...

Friday, May 04, 2007

Good Weather

The forecast for this weekend looks great. All grey clouds, rain and misery. I only wish it was going to be 20 degree colder. While the rest of you are sitting around stuck to the TV, or reading dumb books instead of playing outside, I will be in front of the computer, my healthy tan fading back to February White, bleached by the glow of computer screen, writing another miserable paper about some miserable dead political theorist. All least my own misery will be ameliorated by the knowledge that no one else is outside playing in the sun, enjoying a beautiful spring day. Misery <3 company

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

D.F. Wallace

Speaking of DF here is a commencement speach by the man. It's pretty good, i think, i dont know, I didnt read it, well some of it, but he is good so his speech is most likely good. Maybe somebody will read it and tell how good it really is.

Oscar-Meyer

A Quote from Oscar Wilde: (which might imply that I know something about the man or that I am familiar with his work, which I am not, this quote coming off some Google “quote of the day” page, I wouldn’t want anybody to get the wrong idea, like I know what I am talking about or anything. I am currently reading D.F. Wallace so I am really pushing this whole “meta” thing, which is of course referenced in the title of my blog “Meta .44”) Oh yeah, The Quote:

“A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes, the more picturesque they look. The mere fact of having published a book of second-rate sonnets make a man quite irresistible. He lives the poetry he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.”

I was going to make some comments about it but I no longer want to. What do you think?