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.

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.

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


Friday, April 01, 2016

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