The Gong

Living just down the road from the University of California, Berkeley, certainly has its benefits. Today's weather was gorgeous, and I was privileged to attend a luncheon given in the backyard of a professor of economics who had just returned from Washington D.C. where he had been acting as an advisor to the administration. I asked him to explain, in a few words, the latest reversal of fortune (heh) and to give us an explanation of the apparent detumescence of morality in our national body.

He said to me, "Devil he told me to roll, how to roll the log tonight, nobody's fault but mine. Brother he showed me the gong, brother he showed me the ding dong ding dong. Got a monkey on my back, trying to save my soul tonight, how to kick that gong to light, gonna change my ways tonight, nobody's fault but mine."

Stop and consider.

"If a six-teated dog runs ten miles an hour shittin' splinters, how swift need she be to shit a rockin' chair?" A scientific facet was revealed in GV, who said the dog must probably be swimming to shit a rocking chair whole, though she might drop it in pieces while napping after eating a possum belly. (Woodrell)

Seldom Seen

It took a week to go through all the images I shot in Oregon and Humboldt County in California, searching every corner and dark area, making sure that I had not accidentally taken a picture of the elusive (and blurry) Sasquatch. Well, no sign of the Bigfoot in my files, sorry to say, but I did capture something nearly as interesting - a seldom seen thing of wonder, the Human Pyramid. When I entered my room, number 101, I saw this through my window and grabbed the shot, then ran outside to get a closer look, but by then it had vanished. The grass was flattened in its place and there was a residue of laughter - but that might have just been the noise of the river. I don't know.

Where are my boots?

‎"I sat up, fully dressed except for my shoes. I was hungover but hadn't had a drink. I was an elite mercenary armed with nothing but poetry."

Last Call