Sunday, January 04, 2009

Aren't we lucky?

We had to wait all year for snow in'08 but this year we get it right off.
I do hope that it lets up a bit for Thursday when I get back in the swing of my artistic career.
'cause as the Duke (the other one)(not Nukem or Wayne) says,

"It doesn't have very much significance if it doesn't rock back and forth in an energetic but graceful and pleasing manner".


Which translates into "if it's got a nice beat, you can dance to it".

Or something.

So, once again my day lacks bloggable significance.
I've been practicing lethargy and intend to keep on till I get it right.
Then, perhaps I can move on to ennui.

Ennui can all dance in the streets.

I do have a little phrase wafting its way from ear to ear like a lost soul, plaintively mewing.
"Would I not make a nice base for a cello concerto?"
A nice chicken broth for the orchestral stew?


Well, it's possible, and tomorrow, perhaps, I will enter the museyroom and confront that harmonial journey
And we all know what Shakespeare said about tomorrow (and he said it three times, too).

It's creepy, that's what he said.

But this evening I have my choice of a channel nine exposition concerning Gorillas acting like a bunch of apes.

Or talking to you.

Frankly I think there has been too much ape-like activity going on in the last eight years.
The fact that it has been going on forever is just too much to think about.

Yes, we are all great apes. Some greater than others. But shouldn't there be a more profound delineation between us and the ones who live in trees and let their feces fall on anyone below?
When you compare the social sophistication of a three-year-old human and a similarly aged Chimpanzee you see that we start to grow away from their behavior characteristics early.
We certainly should be able to behave civilly by the time we are old enough to run a corporation, or a country, or an Orchestra.

I have been contemplating Blair Tindall's marvelous book (Mozart in the Jungle on the subject of the dehumanization of the arts (specifically music) by greed-induced funding misuse.
The word to the wise for the day is "Jungle"

Maybe our new leadership will provide us with a better example.

as the great poet P.D.Q. Dickinson once said,

"Hope is that thing with feathers that -
flaps around -
squawking -
About how bloody valuable it is and -
Craps on your hair -
the -
minute -
you get a hold of it"


So that's what I did today.

46 Comments:

Blogger butch said...

Congratulations on all the idle and pregnant chatter. Is the other Duke the Ellington? Sort of sounds like it. Nukem rarely says a whole sentence, and since the word "pilgrim" wasn't in the quote I was sure it wasn't Wayne.

Traffic has a nice beat. So does a jackhammer or a woodpecker.

Lethargy is a good thing to practice. It thickens the blood and keeps you warm for the winter. I am up to about 30 episodes I have viewed of the early X-FILES. You get kind of hooked when you start on something like that.

And then the Palmer poem emerged boldly, ready for infamy, ready for posterity, ready for 2009; ready to be the second entry, right after the Audie Murphy piece, on FFTR.

2009 Follies/Resolutions

I've been practicing lethargy
and intend to keep on
till I get it right.
Then, perhaps I can move on
to ennui.

Ennui can all dance in the streets.

I do have a little phrase wafting its way
from ear to ear
like a lost soul,
plaintively mewing.
"Would I not make a nice base
for a cello concerto?
A nice chicken broth
for the orchestral stew?"

Well, it's possible,
and tomorrow,
perhaps,
I will enter the museyroom
and confront the that harmonial journey;
And we all know what Shakespeare said
about tomorrow
(and he said it three times, too).

Doug Palmer January 2009

And I love your final piece on "hope" as well. I will borrow it when I get a mo. CNN and Anderson Cooper did a piece on gorillas too. Apes are the thing, I guess. Jungle is the byword, the password, the symbol, and the synonym too.

Glenn

6:51 AM  
Blogger kransberg-talvi said...

Blair Tindall was way ahead of the curve in predicting arts organizations will face a "market correction" and trained, unemployed musicians will swell the ranks of community orchestras.

9:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice of you to let me make comments over on FFTR as well. Glenn always has "nice" things to say about me; or at least he mentions me once in a while. I know that I am a shining star here on FFTL, due in large part to the undying devotion my lover boy, Doug, has for me, and the deep regard that my fan base still resonates with.

..........Emily

6:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Get over yourself, girl. Christ on a crutch, you can primp and siddle when you want to! We all know your "fan base" disappeared with the wind like 80 years ago.

..........Edgar A. Poo

6:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ease up, Poo. You are one cranky dude, these days. First you sound off on Doug's "poetry", and have to be bitch slapped over on FFTR, and now this. I guess when you die angry and depressed, you never really get over it.

.............Bobby Frost

6:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I, for one, like the concept that Butch takes one's prose, and somehow finds the linebreaks, and sees the poetry in it. It certainly changes up the tone and verve of the words. It made Palmer into a poet, and he didn't even know it.

..........Eddy Emerald

6:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually, since my demise, I have been writing poetry too. One of these days I will grace these comments with some.

..........George A. Custer

6:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That is definitely the most ridiculous thing I ever hoid.

..........Groucho

6:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now dat youse hare grew bak, youse tink youse can make poetry? Dat is sadness, dat's what dat iz.

............Vinnie

6:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hell, let him share some of his poetry. What's the harm? It might be fine.

............Bob Frost

6:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I was the last man standing,
even though I knew
what awaited me.


............G.A. Custer

6:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like it, Georgie. Got any more?

........Lester FallsApart

6:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Why do you let Indians make comments on here?

........Custer

6:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Can't keep us off. We like to laugh too.

......Chief Victor

6:20 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I suppose if Custer had survived, he too would have had to open up a Wild West Show to fully contain his vainglorius self. He was as large in history as Cody, Hickok, and others, enit?

............Sherman

6:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I just ran into a new term over on Jannie's site. The term is "homeless sexual". I like it. Perhaps more folks should adopt it.

..........Tiny Tim

6:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A lot of the Nazis were fags too, or at least bisexual. Were you all aware of that?

.........General Patton

6:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Where the hell did that come from? What a segue.

......George Foreman

6:27 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

This seems to be the morning of the the "Georges", so I might as well put in my two cents. In just a few days I will have a lot more free time, and rather than just sailing cow chips on my ranch, I think I will cruise the net and find some nice blogs, like this one, to contribute to. It will be grand to have an ex-President as a regular on FFTL.

.........George W. Bush, Jr.

6:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jannie never acknowledges my professions of love for her on this site. Perhaps I should start leaving messages on her site. Trouble is there are so damned many commentors over there, I would get lost in the shuffle.

...........Bob Dylan

6:31 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

My locks were as golden
as the braidwork on
my uniform; only longer.


...........Custer

7:58 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Good, yet a little self-absorbed and lame; much like yourself.

............E.E. Comings

7:59 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Aktuallie, let the liddle punk keep spoutin his poems. I kinna liked dat one.

...........Vinnie

8:00 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Any reference to a uniform gives me a terrific jones.

.........Mikal Jack'sson

8:03 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Though Crazy Horse was
taller than me, he still
cut me down.


.........Custer

8:04 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What about the rest of us? We were not at a quilting bee or making fudge, General.

.........Sitting Bully

8:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You as a poet is both absurd and beautiful, Custer--kind of a Crazy Horse dream.

..........Sherman

8:06 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I loved the scan in this last one, George; keep them coming.

...........Emily

8:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Perhaps you could be elected to office in the Dead Poet's Society, enit?

..........Seymour

8:08 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I knew Crazy Horse. Very few people knew he liked Mozart, and since January holds Mozart's birthday, I figured it was worthy of note.

.........William F. Coddy

8:10 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Arrowheads hurt a hell
of a lot more then
bullets, believe me.


..........Custer

8:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So does a papercut, putz.

....Uncle Miltie

8:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Food for thought, there Custy.


..........Eddy E.

8:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Now we're getting somewhere, more penetration and pain please.

............Edgar Poo

8:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What will you entitle these little poetic gems?

........Emily

8:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about A WIMP'S WHININGS ?


..........George Patton

8:16 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about WELCOME TO MY WORLD?

..........George Foreman

8:17 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

How about GET THE POINT?

.........Woodie Alan

8:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've been to Little Big Horn State Park. What it needs is a Jewish Deli to class it up. At least they didn't blame the Jews for Custer's demise.

..........Mel Brooks

8:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I rode proud astride Comanche,
but it were the Sioux
who pierced my veil.

...........Custer

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Did the Sioux do circumcizing? I really didn't know that. This site is very educational.

........Jerry Signfeld.

8:22 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

A horse was left standing. I suppose there was some poetic justice served?

..........Lane Savant

8:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I will post your poetry over on FFTL. I will entitle it CUSTER'S LAST STANZA. How would that be?

Glenn

8:25 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like it, thanks.

.........Custer

8:25 AM  
Blogger butch said...

Why isn't Mozart's birthday a significant day in the Palmer Rancho there on Redwing? Seems like only Beethoven gets the honors.

Glenn

12:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Duke Ellington, indeed did say that.
He used different words however.
Sounded s'mthin like
"It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing"

English a terrific langwige is not?

.......Ivan

1:19 PM  

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