Unrequited Backstop

Ms. Jackson


Tis not that mine heart can just be sawed!
Camping with stars strapped to trunks for naught,
look what the black rainbow of thinking has brought
earthy thee, winds your nosey nearness flawed.
I can’t heft the flight path of nighties shed
oer apple-bough pluffed sheet dreams wrought
in fields, our streets, or if one call can be fraught
with any more pleasure. Perhaps high people read
you best who in the times of vinyl did say
thou were clover honey power unto the old:
No blossom turns cheek but to sturdy day
subtly right as sweet olive essences unfold
in aged cage-match love taken to sunshine lie,
to be the whole beach beneath you and swelly die.

Temptation to Exist

"Where do I get my ideas from? You might as well have asked that of Beethoven. He was goofing around in Germany like everybody else, and all of a sudden this stuff came gushing out of him.

It was music.

I was goofing around like everybody else in Indiana, and all of a sudden stuff came gushing out.

It was disgust with civilization."

- Kurt Vonnegut, "Armageddon In Retrospect."

The Tuesday Quote

"... A compressed version of a doomed love affair, played out in fast forward: cozy at dawn... mental note of full lips and fine skin (his); a shy introduction; curiosity; offerings of food; jokes, booze, confessions; solemnity; recognition of other as an alien; contempt; and, finally, indifference."

- Isabel Fonseca, "Bury Me Standing: The Gypsies and Their Journey." Photo by Oleg Shatsov.

Go Jose!

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THIS YEAR'S JOSE BIRTHDAY POEM


Oneday hopefully we'll know more of your land than
Inca Cola and ceviche and the cool family
and friends that came to your wedding
but we do know the good time good works cool hand
style you've brought to being friend and neighbor
and crayfish cooker ingenue
as you catbird sit one year younger
than Christ on the cross.


It's awesome to be born on the cuff link of hurricane
season, and to survive one as mainly hero to pigs
and the gents who discovered your alternative treasure
on the banquette of the Brown Derby restaurant.

Remember: when Life lemons, turn to Rico.
Nobody lives forever anymore so please delight
in a baby pool of pisco sours
as a year of sweeter times will surely yet unspool.

Apropos The Unday Dialogue

"It is impossible to enjoy idling thoroughly unless one has plenty of work to do."

- Jerome K. Jerome. Photo by Oleg Shatsov, NYC.

P.S. Happy Hurricane Season 2009, y'all!

Miami Kills Impasse Dead

by Brett Evans

20 May 2009

11:00 pm

(Written last night at Jeremy and Tatyana's house, after Brett asked Tatyana to give him five words. She did: consistency, bliss, plan, meow, blaring)

Somewhere over the twist

someone needs a certain chica

to just pick up where you left off

and bless whatever moon

is blessing you - from the beach
to this room. Except for very fine

friends & family sometimes, no plan

& the occasional fantastic stranger -

consistency is an overrated
concept. Life is a mess. Of course

let's go for the glorious meow.

We could be the blaring of
our own tender meaning - meaning

these people here break the impasse

Happy Anniversary, T and T!

Dear Todd and Trish,

Happy wedding anniversary!

Wishing you a long, prosperous, healthy life

together.

Your wedding still makes me cry,

it was the perfect pre-K moment in time

we are left to long for.

You take harmonious co-existence

to another level,

and give marriage a good name.

Bliss out,

Love, Tat

Weather-Appropriate Quote of The Day

"He lives as one dreams of living, in a caravan. And even when it was no longer a caravan, somehow it still was."

- Jean Cocteau on Django Reinhardt, from "Bury Me Standing: The Gypsies and Their Journey" by Isabel Fonseca

We Put the "Me" Back in Miami

"Within this fragile eggshell is a dream which reveals itself when I wake up lying peacefully and my knees open to the sun." -- Patti Smith (overheard on the stereo, on the way back from South Beach/St. Augustine, with Janine driving all the way home).

Superfecta + 1

Punday
Saturday
Sunday
Unday
Bunday!