Friday

‘When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised God doesn’t work that way, so I stole one and prayed for forgiveness.’ — Emo Philips






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Tuesday

Okay, Ladies. a tip from Secret Santa:


- “Treat a bum like a prince, and a prince like a bum - a little boy like a big man, and a big man like a little boy - a professor like a prizefighter and a prizefighter like a professor; but don’t ever let the bum forget he’s a bum - the prince, a prince - the little boy, still a little boy.”

Friday

‘Save a little money each month and at the end of the year you’ll be surprised at how little you have.’ —Ernest Haskins

Emma Watson Punches Interviewer


La Vita Nuova

In that book which is
My memory . . .
On the first page
That is the chapter when
I first met you
Appear the words . . .
Here begins a new life

Dante Alighieri

Thursday

Why, I had no idea.... HAPPY ZAPPADAN!!!

Zappadan is an annual blogswarm for Frank Zappa. Mister Zappa died on December 4, and his birthday was December 22. We bloggers celebrate the life, political philosophy, and music, of Frank Zappa from December 4-22. See ristocrats.blogspot.com for more info.



From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

This article is about the Zapptist celebration during the opening of Zappadan.


The first (or 17th) day of Zappadan was originally known as Enttäuschung Nacht - German for 'bummer night' - but over the years it has been Americanized to the much simpler BummerNacht. This being the anniversary of Mister Zappa's death, the original meaning is rather obvious, and we shall not delve further into it here.

Far from being a day of mourning, however, it is a day of great joy, for Zapptists known that a mere seventeen days later, on December 21st (Zero Day), Frank Zappa was born.

Traditionally, children are not allowed to participate in the celebration of BummerNacht, although teenagers are winked at if they decide to 'run down to the library and not return until some ungodly hour of the night'. Celebrants are often seen cavorting to the exotic sound of the Mystery Horn while gorging on burnt weenie sandwiches and guzzling white port and lemon juice.


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“However much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest. We are all wolves of the dense forest of Eternity.” - Marina Tsvetaeva

Thursday

Tom Waits » Bad Liver And A Broken Heart (In Lowell)

Well I got a bad liver and broken heart, yeah,
I drunk me a river since you tore me apart
And I don't have a drinking problem, 'cept when I can't get a drink
And I wish you'd a-known her, we were quite a pair,
She was sharp as a razor and soft as a prayer
So welcome to the continuing saga, she was my better half, and I was just a dog
And so here am I slumped, I've been chipped and I've been chumped on my stool
So buy this fool some spirits and libations, it's these railroad station bars
And all these conductors and porters, and I'm all out of quarters
And this epitaph is the aftermath, yeah I choose my path, hey, come on, Kath,
He's a lawyer, he ain't the one for ya
No, the moon ain't romantic, it's intimidating as hell,
And some guy's trying to sell me a watch
And so I'll meet you at the bottom of a bottle of bargain Scotch
I got me a bottle and a dream, it's so maudlin it seems,
You can name your poison, go on ahead and make some noise
I ain't sentimental, this ain't a purchase, it's a rental, and it's purgatory,
And hey, what's your story, well I don't even care
'Cause I got my own double-cross to bear

And I'll see your Red Label, and I'll raise you one more,
And you can pour me a cab, I just can't drink no more,
'Cause it don't douse the flames that are started by dames,
It ain't like asbestos
It don't do nothing but rest us assured,
And substantiate the rumors that you've heard

Monday

Isabella Rossellini



Love Compared


Poem No.: 55 النص العربي: لا يوجد




I do not resemble your other lovers, my lady

should another give you a cloud

I give you rain

Should he give you a lantern, I

will give you the moon

Should he give you a branch

I will give you the trees

And if another gives you a ship

I shall give you the journey.




موقع أدب (adab.com)






I shall go the way of the open sea,
to the land I knew before you came,
and the cool ocean breezes shall blow me
from the memory of your name.

Laurence Hope

Sunday

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Friday

Before I found my island, this was my hideout








That's me in the middle, next to Spencer Tracy and Hemingway.







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Saturday


"From the moment I was six I felt sexy. And let me tell you it was hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it."
----Bette Davis

Thursday

"Standing in the Doorway"



I'm walkin' through the summer nights
The jukebox playing low
Yesterday everything was goin' too fast
Today it's movin' too slow

I got no place left to turn
I got nothin' left to burn

Don't know if I saw you if I would kiss you or kill you
It probably wouldn't matter to you anyhow
You left me standing in the doorway cryin'
I got nothin' to go back to now.

The light in this place is so bad
Makin' me sick in the head
All the laughter is just makin' me sad
The stars have turned cherry red

I'm strummin' on my gay guitar
Smokin' a cheap cigar

The ghost of our old love has not gone away
Don't look it like it will anytime soon
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Under the midnight moon.

Maybe they'll get me and maybe they won't
But not tonight and it won't be here
There are things I could say, but I don't
I know the mercy of God must be near

I been ridin a midnight train
Got ice water in my veins

I would be crazy if I took you back
It would go up against every rule
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Sufferin' like a fool.

When the last rays of daylight go down
Buddy you're old no more
I can hear the church bells ringin' in the yard
I wonder who they're ringin' for

I know I can't win
But my heart just won't give in

Last night I danced with a stranger
But she just reminded me you were the one
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
In the dark land of the sun.

I eat when I'm hungry drink when I'm dry
And live my life on the square
And even if the flesh falls off of my face
I know someone will be there to care

It always means so much
Even the softest touch

I see nothing to be gained by any explanation
There's no words that need to be said
You left me standin' in the doorway cryin'
Blues wrapped around my head

-------Bob Dylan

Monday



She was everything
Any man could ever want
Young
Beautiful
Intelligent
Happy
Naked

Cecil (C.J.) Krieger

Thursday

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Sunday

A Lesson for All of Us

A blonde decides to try horseback riding, even though she has had no lessons nor prior experience. She mounts the horse unassisted, and the horse immediately springs into motion. It gallops along at a steady and rhythmic pace, but the blonde begins to slide from the saddle. In terror, she grabs for the horse's mane, but cannot seem to get a firm grip. She tries to throw her arms around the horse's neck, but she slides down the horse's side anyway The horse gallops along, seemingly impervious to its slipping rider. Finally, giving up her frail grip, the blonde attempts to leap away from the horse and throw herself to safety. Unfortunately, her foot has become entangled in the stirrup; she is now at the mercy of the horse's pounding hooves as her head is struck against the ground over and over. As her head is battered against the ground, she is mere moments away from unconsciousness when to her great fortune..... Frank, the Walmart greeter, sees her dilemma and unplugs the horse. And you thought all the greeters did was say 'Hello'





(from Angelic-Paradox)

Thursday

The Litany Against Fear

The Litany against fear is a fictional incantation spoken by characters
in Frank Herbert's Dune and its
sequels in order to focus their minds in times of peril. The litany is as
follows:


I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

Tuesday

From "Clerks"---"37"








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Vers l'infini et au delà !!!

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"I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That's the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty... you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are."

J. D. Salinger

Tuesday

What Spice Am I?


Poppy Seeds


You scored 100% intoxication, 25% hotness, 50% complexity, and 75% craziness!



You are Poppy Seeds! You seem innocent enough, but you're dangerous. You sneak up on people with your seductive ways, hiding in plain sight. When you grow to your full potential, those who really get to know you just can't leave you alone - they're hooked for life.

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Here's To Ellen, My Long Lost..... Happy Birthday!

Thursday

Women can fake an orgasm but men can fake an entire relationship.
-Sharon Stone

Friday



I spill the bottles' contents on the table
and count my pills like rosary beads.
I arrange them into groups of mysteries,
of joy, sorrow and glory,
leaving large gaps in between for gloom and depression.
Some mysteries were indeed, decades. But others,
like the crucifixion of my marriage went on much longer.

The larger capsules are Pater Noster's, I decide.
the smaller ones, Ave Maria's.

Miserere Mei, God,
And if I get through this rosary
Dona Mei Requiem, dulcem pacem!


Monday

Ah, for a pint of Absinthe!!


"This sudden loneliness has made me dangerous.
Please don't watch me as I fall apart,
'cause I'm sad and angry
and armed with a broken heart.

--------John Gorka

Sunday

"Solitude"

Just when you think you're the only one that feels this way...


Monday

Great American Icon: "The Drifter"



"I will love you while you are here
and miss you when you're gone.
Love is like a stranger in town
who never stays in one place very long"
----T.P.M. "For Ellen"

Tuesday


Brer Wolf is always with me,
always restless, pacing in circles,
never finding the spot to rest that fits him.
If he does, he sleeps with one eye open,
so dominant is his fear, his vigilance, his distrust.
He has been hurt in the past,
or maybe his ancestors have passed the wounds along the bloodline,
he is always on his guard.
We have an understanding.
The same moon howls at us.
No comfortable place awaits us.
We stare at each other for hours, but he gets bored.
I'm sure he thinks I'm stupid,
Just as I think he's cunning.
Truth is between us
and loss
and hunger
and greed
and smarts.
Religion is just awareness.
Brer Wolf is the dog from Karma;
I'm the Buddha loser.

How I Always Felt Around Her


Saturday

Dusty Springfield ---'cause it's my blog and I can play whatever I want!!!!



...'cause sometimes I get so tired of being alone.








Monday


So I'm waiting out the most recent cold spell in the basement of my sister and her boyfriend's house. The shelters fill up fast these nights and the nuns are tiring of me looking like a lost puppy just so they'll let me sleep in their kitchen.

The place is not bad ---the basement's half-finished. I've got my sleeping bag and guitar, and the use of their kid's computer.(You'd never guess what 12 year old girls download these days.) I lit a couple candles, and found an interesting chianti in Phil's "cellar" and downloaded a bunch of old songs I used to cry myself to sleep listening to,back more than thirty years ago.

I'd just become an orphan with my dad's death, and lived with my older sister in the family house until I got out of high school. My "catholic girl"(the quiet one) used to buy me candles and Gordon Lightfoot songs, while my wild "French Canadian girl' bought me poetry by Rimbaud, some pot to smoke, and some incense to cover up the pot smell.
It really is stunning how quickly I can turn a corner and I'm back to that time. I guess I haven't changed all that much----do any of us? And I sure haven't forgotten the first time I saw Danielle's breasts..."White Bird" was playing on the tape machine; she was wearing a blue and grey striped man's shirt, and I didn't know which of my body parts was gonna explode first.
The breakup with Catholic Carol just kinda happened, but Danielle took off one day with a Black Panther dude she'de been fuckin' on the side. For all these years she's been somewhere in my head and heart. I guess, as Kenneth Patchen wrote, we all need to have a nice juicy wound from the past that we can put neon lights around to advertise the fact that we've been hurt.(I read that almost 40 years, too.) So Gordon Lightfoot's singing, "Wherefore and the Why" and "Beautiful", the wine is finished, the candle's almost burned out,like me. I close my eyes and say my one honest prayer: "Help me, Danielle. I'm lost."

Wednesday



Easy, Brer Wolf, Easy...

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Thursday

Now, Be Honest...


The New York City medical examiner stated,

“Mr. Heath Ledger died as the result of acute intoxication by the combined effects of oxycodone, hydrocodone, diazepam, temazepam, alprazolam, and doxylamine. We have concluded that the manner of death is accident, resulting from the abuse of prescription medications.”

So Vicodin, Percocet, Valium, Xanax and sleeping pills. Quite a cocktail of meds there. Crimony, I can’t imagine taking all that. Seems excessive. I do know that most of that stuff stays in your system for some time, so perhaps he didn’t ingest them all at once…right? Who knows, still sad and tragic - no matter how you cut it.


Of all the different pills in Heath Ledger's system at the time of his sad death, how many are you personally "familiar" with? I'm aware of four of them.
Let's hear it for the drug ads.

Friday

Sssshh...

"Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything that it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more."

-Erica Jong

Tuesday

I am homeless; you are heartless.
Which is better?
My eyes see you approach from blocks away.
You look right past me as you walk by.

Friday



"Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing towards death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving; it is to concern oneself with something other than life or death."
------Jean Cocteau

Wednesday

TENNESSEE WILLIAMS

Life Story


After you've been to bed together for the first time,
without the advantage or disadvantage of any prior
acquaintance,
the other party very often says to you,
what's your story? And you think maybe they really and
truly do
sincerely want to know your life story, and so you light up
a cigarette and begin to tell it to them, the two of you
lying together in completely relaxed positions
like a pair of rag dolls a bored child dropped on a bed.
You tell them your story, or as much of your story
as time or a fair degree of prudence allows, and they say,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, until the oh
is just an audible breath, and then of course
there's some interruption. Slow room service comes up
with a bowl of melting ice cubes, or one of you rises to pee
and gaze at himself with mild astonishment in the
bathroom mirror.
And then, the first thing you know, before you've had time
to pick up where you left off with your enthralling life
story,
they're telling you their life story, exactly as they'd
intended to all along,
and you're saying, Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
each time a little more faintly, the vowel at last becoming
no more than an audible sigh,
as the elevator, halfway down the corridor and a turn to
the left,
draws one last, long, deep breath of exhaustion
and stops breathing forever. Then?
Well, one of you falls asleep
and the other one does likewise with a lighted cigarette in
his mouth,
and that's how people burn to death in hotel rooms.

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Thursday

"To Women, As Far As I'm Concerned" (D.H. Lawrence)

The feelings I don't have I don't have.
The feelings I don't have, I won't say I have.
The feelings you say you have, you don't have.
The feelings you would like us both to have, we
neither of us have.
The feelings people ought to have, they never have.
If people say they've got feelings, you may be pretty
sure they haven't got them
So if you want either of us to feel anything at all
you'd better abandon all idea of feelings altogether.

Wednesday

Thursday

Make an island of yourself,
make yourself your refuge;
there is no other refuge.
Make truth your island,
make truth your refuge;
there is no other refuge.
Digha Nikaya

Wednesday