Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Gravensteins.

I didn't read the book group book this month because it arrived in the library only yesterday.
But that makes no difference because I rarely make anything but joking comments anyway.

We are slurping up Gazpacho for dinner these days 'cause it's COLD and the weather is HOT.
Actually, I like the heat.
I like the cold too.
I slept in a tent in the winter in Alaska during the Cuban missile "crisis" and did some Army training in Georgia in the summer.

Today I go into town for my usual urban peregrinations.
I will be all sweaty when I get to class, but the room has air-cond.
ALL the time.
Even in the winter.

I dressed in all white for book group meeting hoping that someone would ask me "why are you dressed in all white?

But nobody did.

I have a snappy retort for that question.

But as Robert Burns kind of said, "The best planned jokes oft fall on their ass".

Only he said it in Scottish.

So there you have it, boys and girls.

And you're welcome to it.

10 Comments:

Anonymous Robin said...

Hi Doug - what was your retort? Will you wear white again? - R

8:27 PM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

O thank you Robin.
The retort is...
"I'm in a reflective mood today"

12:36 AM  
Blogger Mariana Soffer said...

Nice thogught the one from robert, good to know that one.

1:24 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Both Robert Morley and Alec Guiness made films about men wearing all white suits.
Odd no one in your illustrious
Book Club, the very same one
that got to be in Sherman
Alexie's movie, FANCYDANCING,
would not have "noticed"
your wonderful statement
and costume. I sure as hell
would have asked you.
Isn't it great to hear
from Robin! Hello, Robin;
long time no comment.
How are you? And it is
significant that Mariana
is now following the blog
like a fan, like a
Palmerette, enit?
Your cold soup reminded me
about a scene in ALL IN THE
FAMILY. Edith had made some
Russian beet soup,
Vishy-swa (?), and of course
it is to be served cold.
Archie takes his first spoonful,
blow on it, consumes it, and
says,"Man, isn't it amazing
how quickly the heat goes out
of this!" Had to see their
faces to appreciate it.
106 in Sumner yesterday.
It was 69 this morning again,
so I guess it will another
ass-soaker today. I just made
up my famous tuna fish last
night, mixing in white onion,
garlic dill pickles, and lots
of Miracle Whip, with white
albacore tuna, and just eat
the whole bowl of it, scooping
it with Saltines. Melva makes
tuna "her way", with sweet
pickles and hard boiled egg in
it. That's the way my mother
used to make it when I was
a nipper, and I never liked
it much; still don't. I think
the first time I actually had
real albacore on a sandwich
was a lunch at Doug's house
when we were in high school.
Hell, I thought it was turkey.
I found another poet to
post over on FFTR; one
Alan Britt; kind of grows
on you--another English
teacher, of course, that
moonlights as a poet.
Bobby Byrd mentioned on his
site that even though he
owns a publishing company,
Cinco Punto Press, he rarely
publishes books of poetry,
because they do not make
any money. That just ain't
right! Unlike music, which
seems to be more readily
acceptable to the masses,
poetry is an acquired taste,
like opera, like baseball
cards, like collecting Marx
Brothers movies, and Karl Marx
quotes--and actually believing
in a "brotherhood of man" like
John Lennon sang about in
IMAGINE. I wonder how John and
George are doing these days;
probably laughing their asses
off at the ego-antics of Sir
Paul. Ah yes, the BEATLES,
the 60's, no bras, naked asses,
naked bike riding, naked
horse riding, heavy metal and
classic rock and roll, the summer of love and all that....sigh.

Glenn

5:41 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

All this talk about white outfits brought to mind an old poem by Jackson Mac Low:

5TH LIGHT POEM AND 2ND PIECE FOR GEORGE BRECHT TO PERFORM
THO OTHERS MAY ALSO UNLESS HE DOESN'T WANT THEM TO -- 13 JUNE 1962


George Brecht
in a white light
sits on a white
wooden chair.
He wears a
white tee shirt
white cotton trousers
white socks &
white tennis
shoes.

He throws white roses
from a white vase
into a white waste-
basket placed
at a challenging distance from the chair.

Around & between
George's chair
& the wastebasket
he has placed
sources of some kinds of light
& emblems of the possibility of others.

He continues throwing the roses into the wastebasket
until he misses.

Then he goes to the rose on the floor
& carefully draws a line on the
floor with
white chalk
from the bottom of the rose's stem
to the petals &
prolongs the line until he hits
or nears
a light source or emblem.

After pocketing the chalk
he retrieves the roses from the wastebasket
counts them out loud
& returns them & the one from the floor
to the vase.

He goes back to the white chair.

As he sits
the lights go out
for as many time-units
of his own choosing
as there had been roses
in the
waste-
basket.

Then George produces a light by means of the source
if the rose pointed to a light source
& if it pointed to an emblem
he makes the kind of light the emblem symbolizes visible.

This kind of light remains visible
for as many time-units
(either one's the same as those that measured the darkness
or different ones than those that measured the darkness)
as there had been roses in the wastebasket.

Among the kinds of light that might be seen now
might be
arc-light
watch-light light
jump-spark igniter light
Aufklarung
lightning
rays of light
cold light
moonlight
naphtha-lamp light
noontide light
luminiferousness
almandite light
enameling-lamp light
a nimbus
meteor light
Jack-o'-lantern light
water lights
jack-light light
refracted light
altar light
Corona-cluster light
magic lantern light
ice-sky light
clear grey light
iridescence
natural light
infra-red light
Reichsanstalt's lamplight
exploding-starlight
Saturn light
Earthlight
actinism
sodium-vapor lamplight
cloud light
Coma-cluster light
alcohol lamplight
luster
light of day &/or
lamplight.

One of these kinds of light might be seen now
or
some other kind of light.

After a short darkness
the white light goes on again
& George
on his white wooden chair
throws the white roses into the white wastebasket
until
he
misses.

Then he does what he does again
then more darkness
then
the kind of light
pointed to
by the rose on the floor
then
more
darkness
then George in a white light throwing roses
& so on
until he feels it beautiful to stop.


..........Emily

6:18 AM  
Blogger Jannie Funster said...

Will you be wearing that white after Labor Day?

8:57 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

Jannie, Jannie, Jannie, I wear checks and stripes together.

9:46 AM  
Blogger Lane Savant said...

Meredith likes to refer to me as "Sartorially dyslexic"

10:49 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

"The best laid plans of mice and men gang aft a-gley", I remember saying. Nae some nonsense aboot jokes' arses.

.....B. Burns

10:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Glenn:
Russian beet soup is "Borscht".
Hallo, Lane:
White is the mourning color in Japan, so a retort could be "I'm in mourning for all other contemporary composers who lack my talent."
Tschüß,
Anonomann

2:33 AM  

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