Thursday, December 01, 2016

TO BEAT THE BAND


There’s a small barber shop in a small town in New York where it is almost impossible to get a shave. Men line up for hours in advance and stay there throughout the day waiting for a shave. When there are hurricanes, they hold onto street signs and cover themselves with sheets of plastic or canvas. When it snows, they wear warm mufflers and drink thermoses filled with hot cocoa. In the springtime, they enjoy the May blossoms but they are often sneezing and wheezing to beat the band. The summers, however, are perfectly fine. In this town, it never gets terribly hot in the summer, and so waiting for a shave can be a pleasant experience in July, or even August, particularly if there is someone next to you in line who is a good conversationalist and the thermos that you usually use for hot cocoa is filled with lemonade. Not brandy. But brandy can be nice when you are talking about the weather. Still –

Getting a shave when you are drunk is a terrible thing.

You should do it once in your life.

But not twice.

Once is classy.

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

TIME CAPSULE


It rained tonight. But first the moon rose in the sky.  Between those two things, a dog barked. After those two things it rained, and someone played the guitar. Later, someone ate an old-fashioned donut. Someone else was screaming in another country. For no reason. Someone learned German.

Tuesday, November 08, 2016

When I meet someone whose name doesn’t rhyme with anything
I feel elated as one might traveling first class on a cruise ship

Not a modern one, which I understand are both gross and awful
but an old one, the Cunard line, with Barbara Stanwyck on it

how nice and mysterious it is to be aboard
in such grand company and all the ocean and stuff

even though it’s just a movie

it is a wonderful idea no matter
one of those wonderful ideas

that don’t rhyme with anything
and you can’t recall very well
once you come home

and feed the beagle
and eat a schnitzel 

and wait

Monday, October 10, 2016

LE BON, LA BRUTE, LE TRUAND


The marquee poster of THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY
is sort of confusing. They all look pretty handsome to me.
Perhaps it is their mustaches and their glaring eyes
because they all have that. One, I think his name is
Clint, has a well-trimmed beard and a cigarillo. 
One has a pistola. No one smiles, but that is nice, too.

I think this movie should be called
THE GOOD, THE BAD, AND THE HANDSOME.
They are all so good looking.
This movie was realized by Sergio Leone.

And isn’t it interesting that bad, in French.
has a feminine article. Here it is simple the.
I don’t think that’s right. But it doesn’t make 
cowboys less appealing. Or the movie less enticing.
Or less mouth-watering.

Maybe it’s just the background on the poster.
It’s burnished and yellow.

It almost looks like a chicken pot pie.

Saturday, October 01, 2016

Salmon tartare with a dab of 
creme fraiche flavored
with fennel and dill

Now here comes the funny part:


resting on a waffle potato chip.


If down goes the airplane
would I clutch the arm of a stranger
and say “I love you”?

I would! And if I did she would say:
“I love you too!” and then she would
say: “I have loved you all my life!”

And I would say “But we just met!”
And she would say “True, but...”
–and then we would die.



People are strange.

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

PAZO

Pazo, they say, makes a complicated Albariño.
He takes a bottle, an ordinary bottle, and fills it
with peaches, lime, hibiscus, slate, flint and pineapple.

But this is not a bottle of Albariño.
And he takes this bottle and smashes it against a ship.

This ship also is not Albariño.
The ship set sail years ago.
Goodbye, ship!
Only Pazo knows the secret of Albariño.
With its heady flavors of peaches, lime, 
hibiscus, slate, flint and pineapple. 
Albariño is still a ship waiting.

And he knows it has nothing to do with nothing
that he has done so far in his life. Pazo has wasted
his life. He must walk out into the fields. He must
breathe the air. He must meet a girl. He must steal a grape.

Pazo is a complicated man.
He walks out into the field.
And that’s where the police find him.
Flint, and pineapple.
Pazo is Albariño.



DOG WHISTLE

While others could make the sound of a fox walking in the garden, only she could make the sound of a fur coat.

Thursday, August 25, 2016

SOMEONE STOLE ANNA PAVLOVA’S SLIPPERS

Her ballet slippers and what do you suppose someone is doing with them unless they have feet the size of Anna Pavlova feet that can’t dance in them and if they loved them enough to steal them and even if they fit nice and snug they probably aren’t dancing with them anyway they love them too much
Anna Pavlova’s ballet slippers are in a dusty old shoe box somewhere saying Lo I am Anna Pavlova’s ballet slippers! which you can’t hear because of shoe tinny voices but they keep saying it anyway they hope something will come of it and they will dance

Unlikely. meanwhile, her regular slippers are under the bed, and the TV is on. At first it’s a commercial for cheese snacks, and then a ride in the country in a Chevy, and then It’s some evangelist telling us we must pray to God or you just can’t imagine the awful you just can’t imagine

THE VIRGIN MARY GLUE

I purchased a small plaster statue of the Virgin Mary twenty years ago 
Ten years ago the head fell off and I superglued the Virgin Mary’s head back 
onto her neck Rob who helps me fix my bicycle said that the next time 
the Virgin Mary’s head falls off that I should use Gorilla Glue, that Gorilla Glue 
is even stronger than Super Glue and Gorilla Glue will keep the Virgin Mary’s head 
in place for a nice long time when it falls off again because 

Believe me, Rob said, the Virgin Mary’s head will fall off again

A FRENCHMAN WHOSE LAST NAME BEGINS WITH G

Said that we don’t travel in a circular method, but in a spiral, like a corkscrew, like a corkscrew! Which means that you go from a high place to a low place swirling, then embedded in a tree from Portugal temporarily, until we feel the force of the ages upon us and the sweet perfect aromas of cedar and mint and plum and cassis or maybe honeysuckle and kiwi and melon and gooseberry which you are quite near for a moment but only for a moment, and then all that one might find in a garbage can: eggs, corned beef hash, watermelon rinds, chicken fat, cigarette butts, periodicals that were never read and next there is the quiet, the lack of any real conversation and then jarring, and tumbling, and  travel: who knows where we are going now? Who knows? But it’s very exciting!

Thursday, August 11, 2016

NEW DITTIES

https://soundcloud.com/rispylotilla


Sketchbook music made on a variety of standard VST and IOS instruments with a leaning towards older sounding things.
iProphet, Arturia SEM, Nave Waldorf, iMini, M3000 HD, iVCS3, Earhoof, GliderVerb, Flux: FX, VInyl, Thor Propellerhead, Sample Tank, SoundScaper, iGrand Piano, iMaschine, Vogel CMI, Sparkle, ToneStack, ThumbJam, Dedalus, DrumPerfect, DrumJam Tachyon, Photophore, MidiSequencer, DFX, Voice Jam Studio, Elastic Drums, Z3TA+, Diode-108, Animoog, Waldorf Attack, Turnado, Seline Redux, Arturia Collection including: Wurlitzer Piano, Vox Continental, Arp 2600, Moog Modular, Mini-Moog, Yamaha CS80, Oberheim Matrix 12, Roland Jupiter, Arp Solina, Cyclop, PPG Wave 2, Ableton Push 2, Ondes Martenot, Konkrete.


IMPORTANT BARNONESS WITH WORDS IN HER HAIR


Did I walk downstairs in my sleep
and write a story at the kitchen table
all about a peanut butter sandwich

or did I get married in my sleep
to someone who knew how much
I loved them?

Either way, this morning 
there is a peanut butter sandwich
at the kitchen table in a 

movie on television that I only
vaguely remember
having seen before

I wonder how it ends
is what I always say to myself

in my sleep but not
in my dreams

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