Thursday, February 23, 2017

I WENT TO THE STORE FOR A PIE

Or some cookies, maybe some Blue Bell ice cream or something. 

I came home with a loaf of wheat bread, some Almond Soy Milk, Smuckers All Natural Peanut Butter, and Centrum Silver for Men.
Being a bit more feeble minded these days, I had trouble finding the Centrum. The young man came from behind the counter to help. 
“Here they are” he said, and handed me the bottle. 
“Thank you sir” said I. “Tell me, what does the Silver part stand for?”
He looked all sheepish and said “Well, its for, um, for, you know, man I don’t want to say”. 
“Its for old guys like me isn’ it? That’s what the Silver is for, isn’t it?” 
He looked relieved. “Yes sir”. 
I looked at the label. “Has it got that Gilko Bilboa stuff? “ 
He laughed. “Yes sir” 
“How about that Ginseng? Does it have Ginseng? Do you think that stuff really works?” 
He laughed and said “I hope so”. 
“Me too son, me too”

Friday, February 17, 2017

100,000 NATIONAL GUARD TO ROUND UP ILLEGAL IMMIGRANTS

Usually when I get in a discussion with someone about this they start out with ‘Deport them all. Just being here is a criminal act”. But after a while they calm down a bit, and say “just the criminals who have committed other crimes” which was Obama’s policy. But not all of them tone it down.
It was eliminating Obama’s policy that Trump campaigned on, saying ““We will immediately terminate President Obama’s two illegal executive amnesties (DACA and DAPA) in which he defied federal law and the constitution to give amnesty to approximately 5 million illegal immigrants,”

I’ll be glad to think that he has softened this approach, but it doesn’t surprise me that they might consider it before realizing it’s a bad idea. I just wonder what his base thinks.

“Wisdom is so kind and wise
that wherever you may look
you can learn something about God.”
St Catherine

GILLIAN

I have kitchen dreams all the time. from when I used to be a chef. I had one a few nights ago, and recently in my dreams I’ve been naked in the kitchen. No one seems to notice but me, and I’m hugely embarrassed, running around bare beamed buck naked in the kitchen.
And I was naked in the one I had a few nights ago.
I was only wearing one thing. A cloth chefs hat. And somewhere in the dream I ran into you, Gillian. You looked at me, and like everyone else, didn’t seem to notice I was naked.
So I asked you “Does my Chefs hat look OK?”
You said ‘yes it looks fine” and I went on about my dream, happy that my hat looked OK.
Because I knew you would have said so if it didn’t.

Monday, February 13, 2017

LA MUERTA



...forgive me. If you no longer live,
if you, beloved, my love,
if you have died,
all the leaves will fall in my breast,
it will rain on my soul night and day,
the snow will burn my heart,
I shall walk with frost and fire and death and snow,
my feet will want to walk to where you are sleeping, but
I shall stay alive,
because above all things
you wanted me indomitable,
and, my love, because you know that I am not only a man
but all mankind.
pablo neruda

Image~Margherita Vitagliano

Tuesday, February 07, 2017

NIGHTHAWKS



"My friend Michael and I are walking home arguing about the movie.
He says that he believes a person can love someone
and still be able to murder that person.

I say, No, that’s not love. That’s attachment.
Michael says, No, that’s love. You can love someone, then come to a day

when you’re forced to think “it’s him or me”
think “me” and kill him.

I say, Then it’s not love anymore.
Michael says, It was love up to then though.

I say, Maybe we mean different things by the same word.
Michael says, Humans are complicated: love can exist even in the
murderous heart.

I say that what he might mean by love is desire.
Love is not a feeling, I say. And Michael says, Then what is it?

We’re walking along West 16th Street—a clear unclouded night—and I hear my voice
repeating what I used to say to my husband: Love is action, I used to say
to him.

Simone Weil says that when you really love you are able to look at
someone you want to eat and not eat them.

Janis Joplin says, take another little piece of my heart now baby.

Meister Eckhardt says that as long as we love images we are doomed to
live in purgatory.

Michael and I stand on the corner of 6th Avenue saying goodnight.
I can’t drink enough of the tangerine spritzer I’ve just bought—

again and again I bring the cold can to my mouth and suck the stuff from
the hole the flip top made.

What are you doing tomorrow? Michael says.
But what I think he’s saying is “You are too strict. You are
a nun.”

Then I think, Do I love Michael enough to allow him to think these things
of me even if he’s not thinking them?

Above Manhattan, the moon wanes, and the sky turns clearer and colder.
Although the days, after the solstice, have started to lengthen,
we both know the winter has only begun."
Poem~ Marie Howe
Image~ Edward Hopper

Wednesday, February 01, 2017

ITS ALRIGHT WE TOLD YOU WHAT TO DREAM



“Wow, what a cool dream. Oh man, how clever! No, not yet, don’t wake up. Not until we…yeah, good idea. You are going to want to write this one down. That’s it, do this, this is completely profound. We know just how to write it too. And now this, yes, this is genius! We can’t believe what we are dreaming here. Just another three scenes and we can wrap it up. Yes! That was perfect! We can see the ending now. Magnificent. Makes perfect sense, perfect sense, people will be amazed because its not just smart, its hilarious! Waking now, waking now, what an ending. OK, we’re awake. Get up and write it down, write it down. Shoot, a dream that vivid we don’t need to write down. A dream like that just writes itself. How do we forget a dream like that, and the pillow is cool and soft and we will write it down first thing, positively the first thing when we wake up.”


Shit, we cant recall a thing. That’s twice this year. We have to get up and write them down right then. We know that.