Archive for February, 2010

Gareth Dickson–Superb Ambient Folk Music from Glasgow
02/24/2010

Nicked Drake – Road (Nick Drake) from Gareth Dickson on Vimeo.

GIVEN NAMES
02/24/2010

I have two sons I gave them names

& crooked laughs & skittish brains

& marked them with my absence & my hopes

I sang them songs & called their wrongs

& tried to show them all the ropes

& failing that as all men do

I cooled their fevered brows

& rocked them through

the nightmares that all went away

& came back in the middle of the day

I talked them down off edges

& heard their shredded hearts

& taught them what I know of endings & of starts

& from this dimming vantage of my years

I know I spared them neither love nor tears

I am no wiser on the way

than they on any given day

& all the wars I led them through

have won us what: I couldn’t say

& looking back upon a fading land

that I have failed to understand

I stand as someday they must too

& wonder what it might be like

to meet them somewhere in the night

when we lay down our shields

& all our duties done

in the gathering of fathers & of sons

where we have no more titles only names

where we are made of what we choose

& what we take & what we lose

For all our differences & shame

we’ll meet as men who are the same

& there as they have never done

these aging men whom I call son

will call me by my given name

SPELLS NO
02/19/2010

I’m blowing smoke rings
& my son says,
“Can you do an ‘N’?”

-4/5/85

KNOWING
02/18/2010

She told me she put

the stillborn baby

in the freezer

in plastic wrap

right next to

the aluminum

ice cube trays

& then she almost shrugged

like Oh Well

Where else was I gonna put it?

& this old woman

this mother of 8

whom I had known

for 25 years

became a stranger

just like that

like someone

taking off

their favorite mask

& I thought

If I don’t know her

who do I know?

DUDE. THE MUSICAL
02/08/2010

ACT ONE

A BOWLING ALLEY IN LA.

THE BOWLERS BOWL IMAGINARY BALLS. EVENTUALLY THE SOUNDTRACK OF THEIR STRIKES BUILDS UP A RHYTHM AND THEY BEGIN A SONG…

BOWLERS CHORUS BEGINS THE BEST FUCKING OPENING NUMBER EVER:

IT’S A GAME.

IT’S MORE THAN A GAME.

IT’S A SPORT.

BUT IT’S NOT JUST A SPORT.

IT’S HOW YOU PLAY IT.

IT’S HOW YOU ROLL.

IT’S THE WAY OF THE WORLD

IT’S THE PATH OF THE SOUL!

GUTTERS & STRIKES!

THAT’S REALLY ALL IT IS IT’S

GUTTER AND STRIKES!

IT’S REALLY JUST SHOWBIZ IT’S

GUTTERS AND STRIKES! GUTTERS & STRIKES! GUTTERS & STRIKES!

THE BOWLERS GO BACK TO BOWLING AND THE SPOTLIGHT S FALLS ON THREE MEN SETTING UP TO BOWL. THE DUDE, WALTER AND DONNY.

That rug, man.

I know, Dude.

I loved that rug.

And they peed on it.

Who peed on it?

Shut the fuck up Donny.

The Chinaman.

Communists?

No, Donny. These were thugs. I doubt they had…you know…affiliation with…Maoistic…in the purist sense of the word.

Walter, what the fuck are you talking about?

Yeah, Walter. What the fuck are you talking about?

NOW THE BOWLERS BEGIN TO DANCE ON THE LANES. BEST FUCKING CHOREOGRAPHY EVER.

GUTTERS AND STRIKES!

ONE DAY YOU’RE SNUG

AS A BUG IN A  RUG

THEY PULL IT OUT FROM UNDER YOU

THEY ASK FOR THE MONEY

THAT THEY’RE OWED FROM BUNNY

SHE’S JUST A SLUT WHO FUCKS WHO SHE LIKES!

GUTTERS AND STRIKES!

That rug really tied the room together, did it not?

Yes, it did.

And they peed on it.

Donny…

DUDE:

WHAT IS A MAN IF HE AIN’T GOT A RUG?

SURE, HE’S GOT A DRINK AND A GAME AND A DRUG.

BUT HE AIN’T GOT A RUG.

IT’S A RUG THAT IS SOILED.

IT’S LIFE THAT HAS GONE OFF THE RAILS

IN A WORLD THAT IS SPOILED.!!!!!

DUDE JOINS THE CHORUS LINE OF BOWLERS/DANCERS FOR THE BEST FUCKING SOFT SHOE EVER.

GUTTERS AND STRIKES

DUDE: I REALLY DUG THAT  RUG.

GUTTERS AND STRIKES

DUDE: IT TIED THE ROOM TOGETHER.

AND EVERYONE KNOWS YOU CAN’T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU LIKE!!!!

DUDE: YOU’RE MISQUOTING THE FUCKING SONG, MAN

WHEN YOU LIVE A WORLD

FULL OF GUTTERS AND STRIKES!

WALTER:

Hey! Dude! I got an idea. The OTHER Lebowski. The MILLIONAIRE Lebowski.

CHORUS: GUTTERS AND STRIKES!

JAZZ HANDS AND FREEZE!!!

BLACKOUT

YouTube – Bill Evans – “Peace Piece”
02/08/2010

YouTube – Bill Evans – “Peace Piece”.

The pianist on KIND OF BLUE.

THE NUMBERS
02/07/2010

The wasted cityscape below

has more abandoned homes

than any budget

could afford to tear down

So they rest there

the way we all do eventually

empty of everything

but memories

The calamity has trickled 12 stories up

to the high-rise copper tower

with all the empty offices

Gleaming smiles with missing teeth

The lawyer has no admin

just an outer room where

we set our coats on chairs

It looks like people have melted

leaving only their outerwear

Behind a sparse desk he sits

& explains the concept of bankruptcy

It is important that we grasp

the numbers

the difference between

Chapter 7 & Chapter 13

I don’t understand

He explains again

I still don’t understand

& he gets mad

You’re not listening he snaps

I give him 3 pieces of paper

my expenses

my assets

my debts

You’re missing a piece of paper he says

Your income

I have no income I say

He smiles & says

O yes you do

I haven’t had a job in 13 months

You have a pension & unemployment?

Yes

It takes half my pension

to cover my family’s healthcare

Because I have a pension

they cut my benefits in half

Out of that they garnish

my ex’s spousal support

If I do any work

they cut my benefits altogether

I am broke

in debt

underwater

& about to lose our home

You call that income?

Outside the high window

Detroit is bone cold

so we sit in his small office

as if we were trapped

To him this is entirely routine

You had a severance? he asks

Yes & I tell him the figure

And where did That go?

It was the thing he did with his mouth

after he asked that question

That was when I decided

to fire him

WHAT IS IT THAT YOU DO EXACTLY?
02/06/2010

I sit reading next to a woman with a cello.

Why exactly?

Because people will listen to my words.

Why?

Because they know that

sooner or later

she’ll have to play.

PIGS
02/02/2010

They think they are fat sows

enjoying the fruits of their labor

reclined & matronly providing

warm milk to dozens of piglets

who sip their multiple teats

& if one should run dry

then that’s natural

& we should simply wait our turn

wait till someone else has had their fill

They were once piglets too

& Lord knows they waited

They have it quite backwards

We are the sow

We do the labor

They live off our milk

& they are drinking us dry

The difference is

they don’t know they’re pigs