— this is really happening

to hell with anything common
Don Marquis

well boss what should i see
last evening but our old friend
mehitabel the cat
she was finishing a fish head
she had dragged out of a garbage can
one of her eyes
was bloodshot but the other
glowed with the old
unconquerable luster
there was a drab and ashen look
about her fur
but her step is swift and wiry
and her brave tail is still
a joyous banner in the air
has life been using you hard
 mehitabel i asked her
pretty rough little cockroach
says she but what the hell
what the hell
toujours gai is my motto…

 

The last line means “always bright.” Toujours gai. Indeed and thank you. I simply cannot wait to indulge again in the lasting tradition of blogging. Until then and today, I’ll take cues from the cat above while I disentangle from a tower of work papers that are “due” too soon.

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Note the glasses on the doctor. Hm.

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The night yawned for a sec, and I saw the sun.

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Spell Checker Blues

Eye halve a spelling chequer
It came with my pea sea
It plainly marques four my revue
Miss steaks eye kin knot sea.

Eye strike a key and type a word
And weight four it two say
Weather eye am wrong oar write
It shows me strait a weigh.

As soon as a mist ache is maid
It nose bee fore two long
And eye can put the error rite
Its rarely ever wrong.

Eye have run this poem threw it
I am shore your pleased two no
Its letter perfect in it’s weigh
My chequer tolled me sew.

Anon

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This post will be complete soon. For now, I wanted to get this song up. It’s Jose Gonzalez’s "Crosses" from Veneer.

Also, just saw Gus Van Sant’s new film, Paranoid Park at the Parkway. (It was Baby Brigade night so the audience was strewn with babes in arms … awesome and appropriate.) The film was a unique, beautiful story told through the ethereal eyes of a loving 16 year old skateboarder. Loved it. Smitten, moved, impressed. No, this song is not in the film, but today being the good heart that it was, this song seemed fitting to stick on the blog before the midnight hour. Homage to the day, and to the movie. More of a post later, maybe.

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I dated a climber once. We met at the foot of Tabletop Mountain in Colorado and I was a novice scaredy cat just beginning to lead climb. I don’t think of those days much, too much blurry partying, but I do remember that look of wild sedition in my climber friends’ eyes. She always had it, this look like she was eating life, gripping the spoon with her whole body.

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