Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Earth Day



In celebration of Earth Day, we continue to clean up after the haircut we gave the apple tree and the big hedge.

Except it's raining and we are fatigued.

So it will be later for that.

Notice the progress.

Notice the chipper sitting out in the rain.

Notice my boots over in the corner.

Guess I'll have to put 'em on and go out and cover the green grinder.

This in not an example of twit-ku.

School today.

Piano reductions.

No sledge hammers or chain saws allowed.

Makes more of a sport of it that way.

15 Comments:

Blogger butch said...

No, frustrated poetman, this is not a twit-ku, or haiku, or ku-ku--but it certainly is a poem; one of those that sets up in three line stanzas. Surprised the hell out of me as I broke the lines, and peered at the words, and soaked in the imagery. I posted it over on FFTR for sure, but I chose a different jpg for it.

Is poetry innate in all of us, What brings it to the surface? Your prose oftens sings the Palmer electric, and emerges as complex, yet very unique and individualistic poetry. Yet when you sit down to "write a poem", sometimes that daunting task is less productive. Perhaps that is the beauty and strength of free verse. It moves like a hula, undulating like a wave through your cortex and out into the air, into the space we inhabit.

By the way, you never read, or if you read you never commented on my kick ass blues verse, JUKEBELLY NIGHTBREAKER MAGICIAN. Whatsamattaforyou? As Vinnie would say. He certainly was in a snit over twit-ku. Janet Leigh made up a term, a form called jest-ku, so why not you too? Damn rights.

Glenn

6:03 AM  
Anonymous Glenn Buttkus said...

I am sitting here in the loud darkness this morning listening to Alex Shapiro's CD, NOTES FROM THE KELP. It is so rich I can hardly contain it, jazz, Scott Joplin, blues, neo-classical, electronic, rock and roll, Greek, dixieland, R&B, movie scores, to acknowledge a few of the forms she employs. She has such a special slant on the world. Vibrations move through her and emerge golden, pure Shapiro. Now I am going to put on some Palmer CD and let it waft out into the twilight, and see how the raccoons dig it.

Glenn

6:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, dude, we do dig it. Palmer can create some tunes too. Thanks for sharing!

.....Rockie Raccoon
* Below your window.

6:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey, bandit boy, you have no business using my moniker. John Lennon made it up, and I have all the rights to it!

.......Rocky Raccoon

6:13 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To da putz rodent--hey, yerself. He spells it different. Any blockhead can see dat. So back off, or I call Davy Crockett to chop yer tail off and ware it for a cap, punk.

.........Vinnie

6:15 AM  
Anonymous Big Butch said...

I invited Janet Leigh to drop in and check out the Twit-ku phenomonon. Hope she takes us up on it. She already drops in once in a while over on FFTR, but she needs to add FFTL to her rounds, enit?

Glenn

7:15 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Again wid the Twit-Cooze? I allreddy toll youse guys dat dat was a damned waste of time. Fuggedaboutit! Corse, I do dig sum of dem dat Doug trows out der. Butch's are kinna lame.

..........Vinnie

7:17 AM  
Blogger butch said...

What is this Twitter thing, anyway? Ashton Kutchner was on Larry King, and he beat CNN in being first to get one million followers of his Twit-site. 140 characters....does that include empty spaces between words? Are you now twittering as well as doing Facebook, YouTube, and that Friends one? When I think of all the fun that awaits me out there post-retirement, I can hardlyk wait.

Glenn

7:21 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It is just rude that Doug never reported on his visits to gay bars on the Oregon coast.

.......Tiny Tim

7:24 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hell, Tiny, you know Doug. He would have just sat in a dark corner reading some copy of James Joyce, and never making eye contact with the boys who hang out there looking for big handed ex-mechanics.

...........Elton's John

7:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Actually after a few too many Buds one summer, I dropped into one of those queer bars by accident, here in Seattle, Pete's Poop Deck. It used to be under the viaduct, near the Fairy Terminal. Anyway, I made fun of one of the swishy faggots, and three of the more burly weight lifter homos dragged my ass out into the alley and put the hurts on me. Never made that mistake again.

.......Eddy Emerald

7:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ever bumped into the three homeless Indians, grandfather, father, and son alcoholics that used to sit on a bench near Ivar's? Sherman wrote a poem about them; more than one actually.

.......Chief Victor

7:30 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, I seen em der sevral times. I thought dey whir Eskimos.

..........Vinnie

7:31 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

You can call it poetry if you want but it's really just that I'm too lazy to write whole sentences.

I read Jukebelly. I couldn't recite it from memory but I do remember the raw energy of it and the jackhammer rhythms.

Bambambambam "I got the babies 'cause I lost my blues"

7:57 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

P.S.To Mr. Tim and Mr. John;
I do not hang out in gay bars.

P.P.S;
I'm not sure that twitter is of very much use. You can write using less than 140 keystrokes (spaces included) on any site.
Mostly what's on Twitter is celebrities promoting themselves and their shows and hiring someone to do it for them.

P.P.P.S;
There is no P.P.P.S

8:04 AM  

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