'Bye
We're about to take off for Lake Quinault.
Somehow the challenge of getting 100 miles on the new car doesn't seem to be as significant, or meaningful as getting 300,000 on the Volvo.
Nothing to brag about.
It (the Toy)came with 1 mile on the odometer, and now it has 65.
Nothing to brag about.
Sigh.
See you next week.
Somehow the challenge of getting 100 miles on the new car doesn't seem to be as significant, or meaningful as getting 300,000 on the Volvo.
Nothing to brag about.
It (the Toy)came with 1 mile on the odometer, and now it has 65.
Nothing to brag about.
Sigh.
See you next week.
posted by Lane Savant at 10:52 AM
52 Comments:
Well, damn, unless you trot over to the Lodge, you will not have Wi Fi, and will not communicate with the masses and clumps of follower that FFTL has nurtured over the years. We had Wi Fi at Seabrook, and three lap tops were humming with activity.
We all hope that you do not get rained on each and every day. Did you bring some good books with you? Will you be staying at the same cottage as last time? Will you be having a conversation with the Lake Quinault sea monster?
I will return during the week, to see if others have logged in and sounded off.
Glenn
Hallo, Meredith + Lane,
The LL and I wish you both a great time at Lake Quinalt and hope you are happy with your new "Toy" (in both senses of that word).
Tschüß,
Anonomann + LL
It appears that you are getting some sun breaks over there on the coast. Hope they last more than ten minutes. Not far from where you are there, north of you, is the road to the Upper Queets valley, and it wanders up into the foothills through the rain forest. Couple months ago, my son-in-law, Brian, and I, went Bigfoot hunting or sighting up there at midnight on a Saturday night. We saw nothing, but we felt like "something" was checking us out. The road ends up like 10 miles up there at a camp ground along a river.
So here's wishing some halcyon moments will descend upon you, and the damp solitude will agree with you, that you will eat cookies, and drink strong coffee, and read books, and hike, and meditate, and compose in your head.
Glenn
If you want a meal out, remember the Roosevelt Room over at the Lodge there on the lake has pretty good groceries; expensive, poor service, and the quality can vary, and you need a reservation--but what the hell do you want?
We tried to drive around, completely circumnavigate the lake once, but the road on the east side there is very muddy and full of potholes, and our PT Cruiser was not up to it. Your cabin is on the north side of the lake, right?
Lake Crescent is probably deeper, but being closer to a large city, it has less charm than Lake Quinault. Looks like rain in the forecast soon. Stay dry.
Glenn
Like I said last year, Dude, I used to ride my hog around the Olympic loop, just barrel-assing, using with a chick on the back. She carried the dope and beer. Like Glenn I got bogged down in the mud on the east side one time; had to walk out. Knocked on a few cabin doors trying to use their phones, but the sombitches didn't like the look of me, and wouldn't answer. That was before cell phones.
........Eddy Emerald
Dougie Dearest:
You and the Missus will have some very quiet time there alongside the lake. Hope you brought some of my poetry. It is so much more satisfying than those smutty biographies you read recently. I will be thinking about you.
..............Emily
Hallo, Lane + Meredith,
The LL and meinself were thinking about you this morning over our strong coffee, brautwurst and eggs. It is already getting cold here, a wet and damp Fall. Are you seeing the leaves change already there, so close to the Olympic mountains? Have a sweet time, and talk with you soon.
TschuB
Anonomann & LL
How in blazes did Butch's mug get onto my message. These German library computers are dummkopfs.
Anonomann
Yeah, that is a mystery, and it kind of pisses me off. I own the franchise copyrights to my own likeness. Do you think the SSO gestapo had anything to do with it. Will they never leave us alone. What dastardly cowards they are.
Glenn
Christ, you posed several questions and left off the question marks. You modern poets are so lazy, so used to instant gratification, mere seconds that dally can irritate you. Chill out and pay more attention Butcherboy.
.......Eddie Allen Poo
You should talk, Poo. Your editing always was in a terrible disarray, just like the state of your mind. Leave Butch alone. Even though he went to college for 8 years, he is getting older, and doesn't stay focused well for more than seconds in duration. Doug has been bolstering him, and assisting him with his poor ego and sad sense of self for 50 years; a special friendship that.
..........Emily
Seems odd that now that the Anonymous gang has hit the comments, that there has not been any fag jokes, or queer references. Has the fizz gone out of the old piss and vinegar and homophobia.
.......Dame Elton J.
Like the song says, "the little faggot has his own jet, the little faggot is a millionare." Elton, you just go around the world with Bernie, and zip it. No one is interested in degrading this fine blog site with your homosexual meandering and pandering.
..........Dave Matthews
Emmie, you really can piss a fella off. I was just endeavoring to assist Butch with his grammatical errors. You with your tiny poems and tiny love life, hung up on Daddy, and engaged to nasty old codgers, you with your lesbian tendencies, and repressed passions--you certainly have no right to criticize a "real poet".
...........Eddie A. Poo
You know Elton, I think it was you who started that recent vicious rumor that John and I were lovers. I never have been a poof, and never will be. Pushing the dirt back is not my idea of an evening in paradise.
........Sir Paul McFartney
I swear, now that George C. is here on the other side with me, we do have a few laughs about his portrayal of me in that silly Hollywood opus. Actually he did capture some of my strengths, and I liked the way he whipped out his pearl handled .45's and blasted away at those fighter planes. But seriously, Doug, we are both hoping that some of the books you took with you might include ROMMEL'S DESERT CAMPAIGN, and several volumes about me.
......General George P.
Ah yes, Thursday, Thursday, on the downside of the week. Probably you have been drenched once or twice over there in the "rain forest". But foul weather outside helps to create fair weather inside, enit?
Certainly a lot of anonymous chatter here in your absence; always odd but true.
Knowing that you like "to look at the pictures", I have created a couple more visual treats on FFTR; a compilation of BASEBALL, BASKETBALL, FOOTBALL films, and another on GLADIATOR movies. Add to that some great shots and poetic lyrics of Jewel, and some Tom Petty stuff, and you will be caught up--if that is ever possible on FFTR, which is doubtful since I pack it and tamp it tight with goodies on a regular basis. Rick Mobbs has been kind of inactive, Janet Leigh is still on her bereavement sabbatical, and Alex is busy with her composing, and you, of course, are busy lounging near the lake of dreams in the forest of tears. Life can be tough for a linebreak arranger and rogue poet such as myself.
Glenn
Butch, I like the notion that you consider yourself a "rogue poet". That is such a rake and rough simile, and probably fits your sense of your poetic side. I doubt that you would have ever been very popular during my time. Hell, you are not all that popular in your time---but your poetry has energy, verve, and clumps of rearranged muscular prose, and wonderful wordsmithing. Keep up the good work.
.........Emily
Perhaps maverick would work better than rogue, Glenn. But then since John McCain calls himself a maverick senator, that might be hackneyed and trite and not humming with resonance.
.........Edgar Allen Poo
Most of the time I am both excited and offended by your lame attempts at poetry, sir. You are too lazy to set up a rhyme scheme. You just let your mind and pen wander like a drunkard at a bacchanal. There is a tremendous sense of freedom, and the hint of powerful emotions in it, but it lacks something.
........Truman Cappotte
Though I do not make a habit of it folks, I agree with Emily. Old Butcherboy is a damned fine poet. So Tru and Poo, just get a grip, and let the codger have his moments in the spotlight, his epiphanies, his insights. Too bad Sherman Alexie has never checked him out. I think he would become a bit of a fan too.
................Eddy Emerald
Gosh, Emmie, Edgar, Eddie, and Truman...how nice to be noticed by a savvy group such as yourselves. I am a poet. Perhaps not a very good one, but I make up for it with energetic lines and imagination, enit? Yeah, it would be cool to hear from Sherman one day, but he is a busy and successful Indian who is not terribly interested in the miasma of muddled metaphors that spill from my cortex and pie hole.
Glenn
Hallo Lane + Butch:
Great to see such activity here on FFTL with Savant on vacation, and Meredith snapping pics. LL sends her best, and we hope some sweet and dry moments happen there at Quinault too. Glenn, we like your poems and your wit, though like Lane, it pushes into caustic often. So enjoy the sojourn Lane + Meredith, and talk to you next week upon your return.
Anonomann + LL
Personally, I think Lane Savant is over there on the pennisula hatching some Commie or pinko liberalist plot to overthrow the SSO. I have to say there are eyes upon you, sir, and you need to watch your ass.
........J. Edgar Hooooverr
Hey youse lousy punk bitch:
You done it again. We showed up at your crib and the package was not on the porch. Some child named Keth or Peth, or some damned thing tried to convince us youse was "out of town". That is horseshit,and youse know it. So if you can read this then youse needs to snap out of your funk and take care to the forementioned shit. If youse don't, say aloha to your left kneecap. Try and ride Fidelio with one leg, punk.
............Vinnie
I had operatives of Homeland Security remove the package, Mr. Criminal. If you show up again, or continue to threaten and/or harrass Mr. Palmer, we will swoop down on you like a hawk on a tit mouse, and tear your heart out in a second. We got Doug to agree to be state's evidence against you. Your criminal days are numbered.
........Leo Rossi
P.S.: Even though I am going to catch you, vote for me anyway. I need a real job.
Bring it on, dipshit. I ain't afraid of no cops, lawyers, or politicians. I buy and sell bitches like you before lunch daily. And Lane, dis does not bode well for our relationship. We will have to disscuss dis when youse return from your little trip.
..........Vincinzi Abruzzi III
While I was at the LQ, I found a book by the surgeon who operated on JFK in Dallas.
And now I know the true story
And here it is...
Are you ready?...
The warren report is bullshit.
Exciting news, eh?
Remember, you heard it here.
Hallo, Butch!!
You have NO right to use my signature!!
The LL and I do not eat eggs and Bratwuerst!!! You have slandered me and my partner!! If you proceed to do so, I will see what legal action I can take against you!!
Also I am a Ph.D. and not an illiterate!! "Dumbkopf" is spelled this way, and not as you, a veritable Dumbkopf did so in my name. I hope I never meet you!!
Auf NIMMER wiedersehen!!
Anonmann (the real one)
Butch said:
I am an idiot!!
-- Glenn
Hallo, Glenn (Butch)!
The LL has never read your poetry, and I would not urge her to read your drivel.
Auf NIMMER Wiedersehen!
Anonomann (the real one!)
My goodness, Anonomann, in the spirit of levity and candor, you certainly did fire off a volly of vitriolic spew at me there, enit?
I can only assume that you, too, are using some humor here. If not, then perhaps you should re-evaluate the whole process of bullshitting and blogging. In the cyber world of make believe and pretend we all can all emulate each other, poke fun at each other, rank on each other, put each other down, because it keeps us humble, and creases our sour pusses with smiles. Obviously my high school German does not meet your standards of Bavarian communicato, but you do not have to be such an old poop about it. Hell, your moniker has shown up from bogus sources for several months now--odd that you are just catching on to it.
You are the number Two contributer to this site, and a friend of Doug's, and frequent house guest, and that is all well and good--but as to whether or not you ever actually meet me in person, I could give a rip. As one eccentric to another,you should re-assess your ego involvement here and just chill out.
As to my poetry, it stands alone, by itself, out there for anyone to peruse and comment as they may. If you or the LL choose not to read it, gosh, that is a loss of readership that I will never recover from, enit?
Beside I have bigger issues to deal with. The driver's side headlight went out last night, and I need to take time off today and get it replaced. There a several new movies out there that I need to see ASAP, starting with the Coen Brother's BURN AFTER READING. My two infant grandsons cried half the night away and I diid not get much rest last night, and I am as cranky as an old bear. Lane and Meredith are having fun over at Lake Quinault and I am here at the office slaving away, making a living as they say.
You ask me how dare I use your name, well all I can say in defense of the obviously indefensable, is kiss my grits, sir. Auf Weidersein Herr Dumbkopf, Phd (which of course stands for piled higher and deeper).
Glenn
And of course the subtext of the former comment is IF you are truly offended, Anonomann (which, by the way, is a name I made up for you, thank you very much), then for Christ's sake, I do humbly and completely apoligize. I bow and scrape my cap,and bend a knee, and beg your forgiveness. I did not intend to offend you. There are times that I actually do intend to offend others, but not you mein Herr. So let's embrace and make up and bury the hatchet, and shake cyber hands, and blow each other cyber kisses, and I promise I will NEVER besmearch your moniker again, or make any reference to your mysterious existance, or even respond to direct inquiries from you. OK? OK!
Butch
P.S. It is a given, these truths are self evident that perhaps I am an idiot, too egocentric to notice that I ruffled some feathers, or hurt someone's feelings.
P.S.PS: It is not my usual behavior to apologize to anyone for most of my actions, unless I am forced to in order to remain married, or keep my job, so this is a landmark event.
Glenn
Play nice, children, the adults are watching, and they are not amused.
..........Eddy Emerald
Pooetry, like beauty, is in the ear of the beholder. Butch is a goddamned poet. You may not respond positively to his work, but read William Buroughs or Allen Ginsberg some time. While you are at it, read some Sherman Alexie, that should chill you out and give you a hoot, and bring a tear to your eye.
.......Edgar Allen Pooo
Poosenally, I prefers Dr. Seuss as my fave poet. His verse, presented as prose, just puts a permmnet smile on my puss. But don't let dis treeetiss on poetry get youse off da subject, Lane. My boy, Guido, will be dropping by your crib on Monday. Da package needs to be on da porch, like we discussed. Remember, some night a stranger could key your Prius, or put some limmburgerr cheez on the manifold. Don't mess with the black hand, punk
..........Vinnie
I will have a black and white cruising your neighborhood there in Rainier Beach all day on Monday. Do not let the threat of some ingrate elementary school drop outs effect your judgement. Turn the package into your nearest Post Office, as we discussed.
..............Leo Rossi
I am offended by your notion dat I am illiterate! I didnt drop out of no goddamned elementary school. I kept on wid my pubic edgeimacation until 8th grade. So der, political punk! If you continue to smear my honor and my name, I will seek action and sick some mob lawyers on your ass. Remember, Bozo, youse are trien to get elected again.
........Vinne
holychrist, Rossi, youse got me so incensensed, dat I missspelled my own damned name.
.......Vinnie
aka Vincinzi Abruzzi III
You tell 'em, Vinnie, give em' hell. And while we are at it, let's ALL take legal action against each other for slander, for illiteracy, for the hell of it. By the way, Mr. Abruzzi, have you read any of my poetry? You will find 125 of them on Feel Free To Read, if you so choose.
Glenn
Poetry-smooetry, it is all well and good to have composed and written 125 poems, Glenn, but let's put things in perspective. I had 575 poems published. I will share one here, as I have done in the past. Perhaps Anonomann and LL will condescent to read my work.
SAFE in their alabaster chambers,
Untouched by morning and untouched by noon,
Sleep the meek members of the resurrection,
Rafter of satin, and roof of stone.
Light laughs the breeze in her castle of sunshine; 5
Babbles the bee in a stolid ear;
Pipe the sweet birds in ignorant cadence,—
Ah, what sagacity perished here!
Grand go the years in the crescent above them;
Worlds scoop their arcs, and firmaments row, 10
Diadems drop and Doges surrender,
Soundless as dots on a disk of snow.
...............Emily
These new keyboards are a real trial. That word in my former posting was "condescend", not the other sloppy version.
.........Emily
I gots some poems in my brain pan too for youse guys;
Casey Jones was a sonofabith--
and he drove his train
into a whorehouse ditch.
Der's more if youse want to hear it.
............Vinnie
A conversation is a dialogue, not a monologue. That's why there are so few good conversations: due to scarcity, two intelligent talkers seldom meet.
Truman Capote
All literature is gossip.
Truman Capote
Failure is the condiment that gives success its flavor.
Truman Capote
Fame is only good for one thing - they will cash your check in a small town.
Truman Capote
Finishing a book is just like you took a child out in the back yard and shot it.
Truman Capote
Friendship is a pretty full-time occupation if you really are friendly with somebody. You can't have too many friends because then you're just not really friends.
Truman Capote
I believe more in the scissors than I do in the pencil.
Truman Capote
I can see every monster as they come in.
Truman Capote
I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.
Truman Capote
I got this idea of doing a really serious big work-it would be precisely like a novel, with a single difference: Every word of it would be true from beginning to end.
Truman Capote
I like to talk on TV about those things that aren't worth writing about.
Truman Capote
I was eleven, then I was sixteen. Though no honors came my way, those were the lovely years.
Truman Capote
It is the want to know the end that makes us believe in God, or witchcraft, believe, at least, in something.
Truman Capote
Life is a moderately good play with a badly written third act.
Truman Capote
Love is a chain of love as nature is a chain of life.
Truman Capote
Mick Jagger is about as sexy as a pissing toad.
Truman Capote
My major regret in life is that my childhood was unnecessarily lonely.
Truman Capote
No one will ever know what 'In Cold Blood' took out of me. It scraped me right down to the marrow of my bones. It nearly killed me. I think, in a way, it did kill me.
Truman Capote
Sometimes when I think how good my book can be, I can hardly breathe.
Truman Capote
That isn't writing at all, it's typing.
Truman Capote
That's not writing, that's typing.
Truman Capote
The quietness of his tone italicized the malice of his reply.
Truman Capote
To me, the greatest pleasure of writing is not what it's about, but the inner music that words make.
Truman Capote
Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.
Truman Capote
Well, I'm about as tall as a shotgun, and just as noisy.
Truman Capote
When God hands you a gift, he also hands you a whip; and the whip is intended for self-flagellation solely.
Truman Capote
Writing has laws of perspective, of light and shade just as painting does, or music. If you are born knowing them, fine. If not, learn them. Then rearrange the rules to suit yourself.
Truman Capote
Writing stopped being fun when I discovered the difference between good writing and bad and, even more terrifying, the difference between it and true art. And after that, the whip came down.
Truman Capote
Cosmopolitan Greetings
Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Absolutes are Coercion.
Change is absolute.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
Observe what’s vivid.
Notice what you notice.
Catch yourself thinking.
Vividness is self-selecting.
If we don’t show anyone, we’re free to write anything.
Remember the future.
Freedom costs little in the U.S.
Asvise only myself.
Don’t drink yourself to death.
Two molecules clanking us against each other require an observer to become
scientific data.
The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
world (after Einstein).
The universe is subjective..
Walt Whitman celebrated Person.
We are observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
Universe is Person.
Inside skull is vast as outside skull.
What’s in between thoughts?
Mind is outer space.
What do we say to ourselves in bed at night, making no sound?
“First thought, best thought.”
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.
Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
Move with rhythm, roll with vowels.
Consonants around vowels make sense.
Savour vowels, appreciate consonants.
Subject is known by what she sees.
Others can measure their vision by what we see.
Candour ends paranoia.
Allen Ginsberg
Donner Party
Forsaken, fucking in the cold,
eating each other, lost
runny noses,
complaining all the time
like so many
people
that we know
Richard Brautigan
Den ders the Xmas poem I know;
Old Saint Nick
had a ten foot dick,
and he tried to show it
to the lady next door;
only thing is
she thought it was a snake,
beat the hell out of it
with a rake,
and now it's only 6'4".
..........Vinnie
“I don’t care if people hate my guts; I assume most of them do. The important question is whether they are in a position to do anything about it.”
William S. Burroughs
Radio With Guts
It was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I'd take the window
back to the glass man.
I don't remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.
Charles Bukowski
Den ders funny ones, like:
Hey, bitch,
whattcha call
a fag bar
that has no
chairs?
A fruit stand!
.................Vinnie
Danny O'Dare
Danny O'Dare, the dancin' bear,
Ran away from the County Fair,
Ran right up to my back stair
And thought he'd do some dancin' there.
He started jumpin' and skippin' and kickin',
He did a dance called the Funky Chicken,
He did the Polka, he did the Twist,
He bent himself into a pretzel like this.
He did the Dog and the Jitterbug,
He did the Jerk and the Bunny Hug.
He did the Waltz and the Boogaloo,
He did the Hokey-Pokey too.
He did the Bop and the Mashed Potata,
He did the Split and the See Ya Later.
And now he's down upon one knee,
Bowin' oh so charmingly,
And winkin' and smilin'--it's easy to see
Danny O'Dare wants to dance with me.
Shel Silverstein
Have you read enough drivel yet? Are you ready to submit a poem of your own for the world to judge, to criticize, to love or hate?
Anonomann step forward, and exercise the courage of your convictions. Show us your stuff.
Glenn
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