Tuesday, July 20, 2010


We all know what a good thing blood banks are.
Taking from those of us who take care to keep ours inside, and giving to those who are a little less cautious about it.

So, I'm thinking what a good thing it would be to have a mental health bank.
Where us sane folks, those of us who keep a respectable balance between our imaginations and our observations,
can donate a pint of rationality to those in need.
Those who insist on trying to live in the "should be" rather than the "what you see is what you get"

Both groups would gain.
The latter, a more enjoyable life.
And the former, a chance to re-experience that wonderful learning curve all over again.


Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

I can dig it, a mental health bank
would be just what the world
needs now, but what about
government interference and
take over/control? If you implemented
such a revolutionary concept,
opened up just one location of
INSTITUTE, there would be legions
of dummies that would protest,
there would be long lines of
believers who would clamber to
get in and be the recipients of
your wisdom and good health
notions. You could produce an
informercial and I could be your
shill, or rather spokesperson.
We could run it only after midnight
when the loonies are up all night
planning their stratagem for the
next day. Then there will be huge
protests and all three of the
Seattle local TV stations will cover
it for the 6:00 News, and then the
big dog, CNN will do a story, and
you will have to go on Larry King
Live and "define" mental health,
and promulgate your credentials
and cement your credibility.
And I can see it all clearly.
You will make another fortune
and have to find some new way
to squander it.
Anyway this is a class rant,
and I posted it as philosophic
poetics on FFTR, with an abstract
painting done by the 83 year old
Michael Goldberg.

Michael Douglas was outstanding
in A SOLITARY MAN, as good as he
was in WONDER BOYS. I also got a
good look at THE GIRL WHO PLAYED
WITH FIRE, the sequel to the GIRL
They must be playing up there in
the University district. Treat your
self, go see them.

10:40 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sometimes the past seems too big
for the present to hold.

..........Chuck Palahniuk

12:33 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Your comment,
your own poem in the
style of e.e. cummings
as a response to
stunner, and I dig it.
So now I share it with
all the loyal readers of FFTL:

The Duke of Oil is retired.
He used to wield -
a mean 12"
crescent wrench.

I've seen him tune - onetwothreefourfive Peugeots
in a row.

Damn! he was a hellufaguy

What I want to know now is -
How do you like your blue eyed boy,


Must be the day for spontaneous
poetics. I whipped one out poorly
over at Jannies under the pic,
"1,000,000 pennies and the Pea"

12:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If a poet is anybody,
he is somebody to whom
things made
matter very little--
somebody who is obsessed
by Making.

.............e.e. cummings

12:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey dude, cummings seems to be talking about you, the iconoclast, the savant, the maker of violins
from scrap lumber, the composer yet to be fully
discovered and appreciated, the builder of Gokwies,
the love slave of Miss M. Damn small universe,

.........Thomas Buildsafire

12:45 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

God Only Knows What It is, would be
Gokwiis, there, slick. Palmer gets touchy
when you forget that.

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

12:48 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

It takes courage to grow up
and become
who you really are.

...........e.e. cummings

12:49 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Are we those powerful entities
of promulgation from Kryon,
Ramtha, and Seth?
Are we character's in someone
else's dreams? Do we co-create
this plane of existence with
Allthatis? Who are we?
A treatise ensues,
an essay blossoms,
a philosophers flagellates
and the masses scramble
to record its profundity.
All I truly know this moment
in your dream, is that my Miss M
is in Little Rock, I managed to
get the front and back yards
watered before the sun broke
through and the steam began
to rise off my cement, Jannie
is ready for another great
Give Away, Bobby Byrd waxes
eloquently and dining in Juarez,
e.e. cummings is in the house,
a frozen chicken friend steak
was mighty fine munching for
breakfast, Alex has taken a moment
to appreciate a SJI sunset from her
deck, Courtney has created a
plethora of poetics in his latest
Chapbook, and I am reprinting
it one poem at a time, interspersed
with my other favorites on FFTR,
and my Inner Child flourishes.

1:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Have you'all been watching Jason Lee
on TNT with his new cop series
MEMPHIS BEAT? He plays a detective
who sings the blues and old Elvis
tunes at night for fun. Oddly it is filmed
mostly in New Orleans, but it puts
me in mind of my music, my one
album, SIDEBURNS, and all the eclectic
composing of Msr. Palmer.

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

1:05 PM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

I watched Rob Marshall's film, NINE,
based on the Tony winning Broadway
play, based on Fredrico Fellini's classic
film 8 1/2. Considering trying to write
something comparing the two
experiences, but can't seem to find
that block of time yet.

1:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Sticking feathers
up your butt
does not make you
a chicken.

.............Chuck Palahniuk

1:09 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey Chuck, there are harder things to insert in the love tunnel. Call me in NYC and we can discuss it.

.................George Michael

10:02 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh Christ, here we go again with the Fag Fest. I
for one get tired of the butt jokes and hips or lips analogies. You are a pretty good entertainer, George,
(it pains me to call you that), but you should keep your smutty mind off Palmer's pervue.

.............George Foreman, Senior

10:05 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yeah, youse tellum, Georgie One, and if he's stoopid nuff to ignores ya, den put your big fist in his mush and tell him ta git a shave, da fag punk.


10:07 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Unbeing dead
isn't being alive.

................e.e. cummings

10:09 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I find Palahniuk's comment interesting, since he is an admitted homosexual. It took him a while to come out, and feathers protruding from his ass might have had something to do with it; that and a rose or two.

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

10:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wasn't there some evidence that e.e. cummings might have been a fruit too? Most of those poet assholes are puff balls and somebody's punk bitch--everybody knows that.

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

10:14 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I don't know anything about e.e. cummings
sexual preferences, but speaking as a poet, and possibly as spokesperson for many poets,
General, you are so full of shit, your breath stinks.

...............Dylan Thomass

10:16 AM  
Blogger Glenn Buttkus said...

Edward Esten Cummings, who died in 1962,
was not homosexual. He had a hard enough
time being gay; full of remorse, he was a
life long Republican, and an ardent supporter
of Joe McCarthy. He was married twice in the early years of the depression, once for two months,
she ran off with an Irish banker, and once for
two years; she got a Mexican divorce.
So, though he never would have been a
friend of mine, let's put an end to the notion
he might have been a switch-hitter.

10:26 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

The answer is
there is no answer.

..............Chuck Palahniuk

10:28 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hallo, Lane & Glenn!!
The Marley woman would make a good recipient for your mental health bank!!

3:22 PM  

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