Tuesday, May 31, 2016

NON-FICTION

Some fiction writers write: “It rained today.” 

Others write: “It did not rain today.”

INNIES VS OUTIES

In the middle of the earth you are in outer space.
Unless you are asleep.

STILL, IT IS NICED TO BE KISSED

They say kisses sweeter than wine but most wine – particularly good red wine – let’s say from Burgundy – and now I am thinking specifically of Domaine de La Romanee-Conti in Vosne whose wines often more than five hundred dollars a bottle and there is a very small supply available of these wines every year in spite of the exorbitant price – is not at all sweet, in fact, you might even call it earthy,  loamy, with hints of moss and black tea and tobacco leaf, or as the French might succinctly suggest, of redolent terroir, quite delicious, and dry.

THINGS THAT ARE STOLEN FROM US

I used to write a stories about a little boy named Chopin, but it was so hard to do. Even though this Chopin couldn’t play music and loved baseball and skipped school and wore little blue jeans, every time I would write a story about him, anyone who read it would read my Chopin would start to hum Chopin things and stop reading about my Chopin.

People told me: the only thing you can do if you want to write a story about a little boy named Chopin is to wait until no one who remembers Chopin is still alive. Or go to a faraway place filled with ice and forests. Or simply write a story about a little boy named Chopin, who loves the piano and plays it very well, coughs once, and then dies.

BLACK BLUE JEANS

You can buy jeans that are black but don’t call them black jeans. Call them: jeans that are black. Or: jeans of the night.

LAURIE IS CURIOUS

Laurie is curious.

In her backyard today are many birds.

Laurie would like to go to Mars.


But Laurie would also like to understand things like birds in her backyard. 


Laurie will someday go to Mars, when people can say “Let’s go to Mars.” 


And with her Laurie will bring birds when they say “Mars is now safe for us and for birds.”


When Laurie thinks about it, she realizes that birds are in outer space, just like Mars.


Not like Earth.


No wait.


On second thought, 


I would like a lemonade.
I scream in all my dreams but it is not because I am afraid or angry it is just that it is just because I am happy and well-rested.

AUNT BETTY

I would like a tattoo of someone that is afraid of tattoos that changes as I begin to wrinkle until it looks like someone who is afraid of being alone.

Saturday, May 28, 2016

FRANZ

I told her all about France and she thought Franz.
And she wanted to meet this Franz
with his beautiful cafés and spirited roundelays
and cobbled streets and handsome bookstores
and cheap beer and paintly straw brooms and
fashionable boulevards at dawn until I told her
I really meant France.

But she went to France anyway, and loved it
with all her heart. After much searching,
and staring, she finally did meet Franz,
and he was everything she dreamed he would be –
for truly, Franz was Franz.
If a skyscraper lies down flat, it would be the funnest thing
to play hopscotch on, said a bluebird but a bluebird is
not only too small and of twiney leg  to hopscotch, but flies
about rather than walks upon skyscrapers as is his want.

But were a man to say it, oh
my – a man is almost proportional to the task –
but again, not quite. He would have to be a giant
among men – consider Abraham Lincoln who was
a giant among men for he was so tall

Or Paul Bunyan differently, for he was invented tall, or best
of all, Thomas Edison, for he could invent something to make
him taller – a giant among men  – but his inventions,
well really, they were stolen,
mostly.

Wednesday, May 18, 2016

LET'S GO TO CHARLOTTESVILLE

Everyone who wants to go to Charlottesville says that.
Even the people who live in Florida.

And they have porpoises and sea cows and grass.
But Charlottesville has all those things.

They have pictures of them in their very great university.
It was founded by Thomas Jefferson who once said:

“If everybody is smart, then everybody is smart” although
some people disagree with that. And say: “...then they
are stupid.”

But they are stupid. Also in Charlottesville.
You will find many brick buildings and pianos.
And vinegar and hills.

There are cool rivers that refresh you.
As they did the Founding Fathers.
Who had no desire to go to Florida.

Let’s go to Charlottesville! They said.
They wore white hats and breeches.

And were ready to go.
But they were already
there they were.

Let’s go, still, they say
and want to.
When I was younger, I went out to the mailbox every day. Sometimes I went out twice, in case the mailman, who was elderly and kindly, had forgotten to give me something, and had returned in order to assure that I received it, although this never happened, even though he was somewhat older and  kindly and even though I know he would have done this.

Now I go out twice a week: Mondays and Fridays. Or: Tuesdays and Thursdays. Sometimes: just Saturday. And then Monday. I do not know who the mailman is. I never talk to people. I stay inside, and then, on certain days, go out to the mailbox and smell the air.

When I do this, the box is filled with bundles and magazines and letters and things but no actual letters. It feels like Christmas, without the letters. Even when it is hot and sunny, I think: Christmas. If it is raining, I don’t go out, and think what a terrible Christmas it is, and miss my bundles.

Benjamin Franklin once asked: “What sort of bundles?” Usually books. This week I found THOSE WITHOUT SHADOWS. Here’s what I knew about this book: nothing. I liked its title.
It seemed like it could be a romance or a mystery thriller or perhaps some sort of book about ghosts or a BIble.

There were two others: one for frugal American housewives. It has recipes for election cake, caraway cake, tea cake, dough-nuts (spelled that way), cup cakes (spelled that way) and advice that is very smart about how it is important to do certain things, like administer New England rum to wounds, and how to properly care for a raspberry shrub.

The final book is completely in Spanish. It’s beautiful and it was written during World War II. It contains dogs without equal, rare and distinguished gentlemen, two ancient ladies, and Joan of Arc who says: “They hoped to win with their weapons?” only in Spanish, as the flames licked her feet.

It has often been said that the mailbox is the most beautiful thing in the world. I think it is. All my loved ones, gone these many years, would say the same. Yes, they would say, yes.

Helen Keller says: I agree. It’s good to have loved ones.

Saturday, May 14, 2016

RADIOHEAD

If your pool is the shape of a moon, and the sky is clear and the moon is out and full and in just the right place, you will have a moon in your backyard that you can jump into. A few minutes later, the devil will have taken the moon away, and your moon will be filled with stars.
I’ve met two people in my life that liked artichokes. My sister, and this waiter at the Oak Leaf Restaurant who used to eat gobs of them in the afternoon after school when he was a child growing up in Ohio and would say they were better than chocolate at least to me they are and who also forgot to bring the Malescot St. Exupery Margaux 2012 with our entrées until we were almost finished so we drank all the water instead which was refreshing and made us regret ordering a bottle of wine but we were still happy when it arrived and after that he brought us the baguettes with soft butter a crunchy crust had the baguettes but by then it was too late to go to the movie about the Nazi occupation of the Louvre in 1941 or so   and  so we just drank our wine and ate our crunchy baguettes.

Thursday, May 12, 2016

They are feeding LSD to the bison of Montana. This is not good.
The bison are interested in LSD but it is not good for them at all.
The owners of the bison are understandably furious about this.
Bison cannot do the things that bison should do – like romp and
mount – when they are hallucinating. What can they do about these
acid eating bison? What will transpire with the bison population
if the culprits do not desist? What will the world feel like when you
can no longer say “Out there in the prairie – I think I spotted some
bison” when the fields seem to glow in the pale afternoon light?

It is worth keeping in mind that the bison eat the LSD
the first time out of politeness. The second time, out of desire.

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

Never tell a girl on a date that you speak Spanish because she might say “Let’s go to Spain!” and pull out her wallet which is filled with thousand dollar bills.
A collection of flowers left on a grave in tissue paper
looks like a cigarette if the flowers are not fancy
like red carnations but if they are fancy like red roses
they don’t look like a cigarette and still, people smoke
and give other people roses and love it’s a sunny day again
at the graveyard
They say that something can either be unique or not unique but something cannot be kind of unique but I don’t think that’s true. There are a million things that I could list for you that are kind of unique, although really they are unique until you find something that is kind of like them, at which point they became kind of.  Even unique things are not unique we know for sure that they are, and when do we know that? Never. So we must accept the fact that unique things might be unique or might not be unique, and common things might be unique or no, wait a minute, common things are unique at all.

I have a large bowl of M & Ms on my coffee table and the sun is shining down on them and they are all so beautiful.

Monday, April 25, 2016

I am loving the bass more and more as time goes on and I am enjoying the act of learning it, even though I am not using a real bass (or two real basses here) when I play.

https://soundcloud.com/rispylotilla/my-lord-what-a-morning

Saturday, April 16, 2016

When the violinist enters the stage, everyone in the audience trusts that he actually plays the violin. The other musicians trust that he can play the violin. The conductor trusts that he can play the violin. The violinist isn’t sure if he can play the violin, but he thinks that it would be fun to try now that everyone is so quiet. Then somebody coughs.
RAINCOAT

The oilskin was once made of sailcloth and a thin layer of tar.
Then canvas duck and linseed oil.
The words of another century are so beautiful
as they take you by the arm and say
let’s get out of the rain.

Sunday, April 10, 2016

The only gift you gave me was an eagle
with a single blonde hair in its talons
It could be yours. It could be mine.
Let's just say it's ours. Let's the two of us
safe under these wings, go somewhere new.

 

Friday, April 08, 2016

Tonight there will be a deep freeze.
Take care to cover your hydrangeas.
There also will be snow in Pennsylvania.
And dancing bears in Alaska.

This afternoon I will be busy buying hydrangeas.
Because I like to cover things and live a life of secrecy.
I mean, they do. Until it’s warm.
And they don’t.

When I buy goats, which I do
I feed them to the doctors
because of what the doctors do
to the goats. It’s a long story.

From a movie I saw which was quite good:
let me tell you all about it.

An entrepreneur,  his unraveling.
His wife who loved him living
in their crumbling mansion.

His son who shot himself in the living room.
The people who believed and then didn’t.

After the movie, we had a hamburger.
And listened to quiet Beethoven.
It wasn’t frozen yet.

We quietly pulled up to where we were
and before you went away
you shone the light on my door
so I could see where to put the key

And so I put the key there
and then I said I think I’ll stay here
and then I stayed there forever
and then I left


The hardest book in the world to read
is one about a man who gets beaten to death
and he is talented and wonderful
and loving and kind, a little crazy
but sweet and gentle and goofy
and the book is 220 pages

perhaps you should read
Treasure Island instead

Treasure Island is
somewhat shorter

 
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