Saturday, December 31, 2016

PHOTO AT FOUR

I just smiled and stepped out of the photo and did everything you can do at four until I was five and someone said: “It’s time to stop time again.”

Saturday, December 03, 2016



When Oliver Hardy kicked a football, it went down five flights of stairs and hit a man right in the head and his hair fell forward and he looked just like one of the Beatles! Although his hair was somewhat sandy, which reminded me more of the Beach Boys’ Dennis Wilson, and he was angry, because of the football, which reminds me of my great grandmother, Ignatia, who detested football in all its forms, mostly because, she hated everything, which makes me laugh now. Oh thank you Grandmommy, for making me laugh this rainy day in December! Although it isn’t raining yet. It probably really won’t. But sometimes you just get this feeling in your bones. I remember the Beach Boys said this in one of their songs. I forget who sang it – I think the dead one.



There was a swirly stripe on the tri-colored lollipop that I used to buy at the zoo that was the exact same color as the letter border on my bank portfolio from Delaware that arrived in the mail today even though I threw it in the trash compactor after I thought about it, once I looked at it, right before I got home and checked my bank balance.

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

Sunday, August 07, 2016

In my dream the sky was filled with ceiling fans.
And I was holding a dog named Croatia.


Saturday, August 06, 2016

I wish I had a purple car
because it would look so good
as I drove by holding a lemon sherbet cup

People would say: “That’s an attractive combination!”
while others might throw their undergarments in joy

Just like the did in the days of Franz Liszt.
But not at everybody. Only at Franz.
That sexy man simply knew how to play the piano

like a little God. If you don’t believe me, look it up.
Garments were throw. Ladies fainted.
Blows were exchanged. A glove was lost.
Un Petit Dieu.

If I am wrong, you can punch me 
in the face. 

If I am right, you can punch me in the face
anyway. 

Sometimes I feel like my face could
use a good punch. After all, what have I done

in this life, other than imagine purple and lemon
together, tell you my little stories, as you were
I was and why – nothing else

If only I could play the piano
like Franz Liszt before he died

and lost one glove
and then another



Friday, August 05, 2016

I can open almost any box 
and I do almost every day
because I own a pair of scissors
and a really huge toy gun
but I do not use the huge
toy gun to open anything
It just sits in my closet
but today

A little package, or box
arrived and inside of it
was a small item wrapped
carefully in white paper
It was so beautiful
that I couldn’t bear to open it
So I just put it into my closet
next to Mr. Gun and now they
are friends and I will never know

What someone might send me
carefully wrapped in white paper
and why would they send it
and why today
and why to me


I wonder if it was love

Because of the hand grenade’s natural tendency
to resemble a pineapple

It is not unusual for a soldier’s mouth to water
when he is about to lob a hand grenade

Much as it is natural for a child to cover his ears when
he sits down for a delicious dinner on a faraway isle

Or at a restaurant that says
“We serve hand grenades” – in Poughkeepsie.

Yet you must feed the soldier
and you must not scold the child

Nor should you praise the child
for the child was quite rude
But why?

What was the child thinking?
Whatever it was, he must stop

Stop child, stop

Do not think those thoughts


of paradise

Monday, August 01, 2016

A television is an almost impossible thing
how do those wonderful things travel from wherever they start
to that little box next to the window with the lion figurine?

And where do all those people in that movie
in this case from 1941 New York City, New York
spend their time while waiting for you to look at them in Cheyenne, 2016?


Then there is always the question of why they do the same thing
over and over again, every time they appear
You could set your watch by it. Although why have a watch at all?
I know I don’t. I have a phone.

But to be fair, I do the same thing over and over again every day too
Although I do vary it a little: today, for example, I cut my finger
slicing strawberries with a paring knife over the sink
I didn’t cry, but I did curse, and think about moving to another country

If it were up to me, I would live in the television set and only appear
when you wanted me too. And I would never cut my finger.

And I would eat whole strawberries.
And I would accept mystery as it came.
I would watch everything that floated my way
And live forever, sort of.


Friday, July 29, 2016

SINCE WE ALL DIE, WHY DO WE HAVE PEOPLE DIE (IN THE MOVIES?)

My favorite squares are the ones you see on the trampoline as you are about to touch it with your feet.

My favorite circles are the circles that are made by Vitamin B6 tablets.


My favorite pens are the fuzzy topped ones that look like ice creams cones if you see their shadows on the wall.


My favorite grandfathers are the ancient grandfathers from Constantinople or the fuzzy haired rock stars from the ’70’s when they become grandfathers after they settle down.


My favorite name is Vitalis.


My favorite smell is Vitalis.


My favorite crutches are made of maple wood and smell like breakfast cereals with milk.


My favorite guns are ones that are owned by people named Ed.


My favorite color is Tutti Frutti, said really slowly.


My favorite candy bar was made by the Mennonites in the 17th century and consisted mostly of flax seed and millet and apples and hominy and secret ingredients.


My favorite time is the time you find on a clock.


My favorite lock is made out of hair that looks like a real lock.


My favorite church is the one with the tricycles and helmets and boxes of Goobers.


My favorite President is George Washington, Sr.


My favorite time to say “Señor” is when I am praying real loud in a barn.


My favorite peanut butter sandwich has a base note of cassis and lavender.


My favorite mustache is chopped off and in a box labeled “fresh minnows”


My favorite perfume says Parfum on it.


My favorite music I can’t tell you about.


My favorite Atom Bomb was in a cartoon.


My favorite word is why not.


My favorite wrecking ball is made of peppermint. And steel.


My favorite place in heaven is the gift shop.


My favorite termite dances just like Christopher Walken.


Tuesday, July 26, 2016

THE DOCTOR SAID: “THIS MEDICATION SHOULD BE TAKEN WITH FOOD, BUT FEW PEOPLE KNOW HOW MUCH FOOD” (THIS MEDICATION SHOULD BE TAKEN WITH)


I nodded and smiled. I nodded because I agreed, that most people probably did not know how much food the medication should be taken with, and I nodded because I was one of those people who did not know how much food this medication should be taken with. Besides that, I was always told to nod in agreement when someone makes a point, particularly if you feel that it is an interesting point, or a point that they appear to find interesting themselves, or a point that someday you might find interesting yourself.

Trompe-l'œil 

Just because it’s a black and white photo
of my girlfriend doesn’t mean it’s not really
my girlfriend in color.



Friday, July 22, 2016

WHAT I REMEMBER ABOUT THE FIFTH GRADE


When Mrs. Zellner finally came back,
the boys and girls screamed so loud
the baby cried for two years and now
the baby is an old man, wearing a
white tee shirt, living in Florida, 

catching shrimp.


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