Friday, March 20, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #155: I Come From

But, It’s All These

Fate deals you a dog and a street &
Voila, porn star you are—
Willard Contour, and at 458 Olmos Drive
You stop and wonder,
Roadways of stranger danger
The street smarts of adenoids
Blissfully ignorant of the
Ways and means of actuarial
Snow biz, Snopes trials
Of the beastly, the biochemical, prosciutto
Hung in the balance, if
You’re EF, then you’re from
Where you stand, but
Not all of the benighted are
So inclined, navigating by moonlight,
Asking after the calculated
Derivations of the one
True and mighty One and Only—
You crave inventions,
The crenellations, the visual
Depravity of the down and out,
Not a world you want to wear,
But it’s all these 5 and Dimes
Have to offer, ozone
Layers of frivolity,
Karaoke mamas of your good night fortune,
Shamans of the pledge of
Allocated time, Davy Crockett’s
Fine and dandy osprey,
Down the very last aisle
Of the very last basement
In the very last stacks of
The Rio San Juan.
Say a prayer, they say,
And you wonder at the audacity,
The kestrel fate that
Storms the walls
Of your last call to Jesus.
It’ll take you four days,
If you’re lucky,
& only if there are four not three
Who stroll in Monday morning,
Giorgio in his white linen,
Gasping for Galilee, ghostly
Fishbait in these feral climes.



Anonymous Anonymous said...

:) wise attempt!
chk mine at

11:59 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you, AD, and watch out for thieves...

12:17 PM  
Blogger San said...

"Fate deals you a dog and a street..." That does say it.

You, Bro. Paschal, come from a place of Nevelsonesque, crenellated, constructed reality. I am the co-conspirator of my fate--"layers of frivolity, navigated by moonlight in an allocated time."

5:49 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Sister San, I appreciate the Nevelson tag very much. Your eyes and ears, girl, and the wide-ranging brush that washes all.

Let's not forget the palette knives...all the finding what's underneath.

6:50 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

San: Upon further reflection, I love the Nevelson tag: it's wonderful to be offered correlatives with a lovely, warm, snug fit.

7:04 PM  
Blogger jsd said...

...not knowing what else to say, she replies, I was here.

6:55 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

jsd: Indeed you were: Tres Leches, Pluto, and the Rio San Juan.

8:27 AM  
Blogger anno said...

Paschal: You're pouring the good stuff again, that smoky elixir of mystery and dreams that you must have purchased by the case back in a previous life, so extravagant you are with your measure.

It takes just a sip, though, and from the irresistible truth of that opening line, I'm down the rabbit hole, wandering those long, moonlit corridors of allocated time, past the shamans and the karaoke mamas, spilling out at the bottom, fish bait, indeed. Thinking: that was fun, can I do it again?

9:07 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: Poetry as Carrollian Schlitterbahn water slide: you buy the day pass, you can slip slide all day...

9:34 AM  
Blogger Linda Jacobs said...

I'm Tippy Fifth and my husband is Blondie Jordan.

I haven't thought about that for a long time!

There is so much to love in this poem!

11:45 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Greetings, Tippy! Contour is sublime, but if I had known where destiny was headed, no way in hell would I have named my first dog Willard.

Thanks for the shout. Those are both some awesome nom de, nom de...fumes?

12:59 PM  
Blogger Tammie Lee said...

Perhaps you have lived on worlds I have never been, sometimes Paschal you are a mystery to me. Yet I sense you have summed up our vast world in this piece~

6:40 PM  
Blogger SweetTalkingGuy said...

Yeah, like the way you did this and I love all those names in there!!

7:58 PM  
Blogger Tumblewords: said...

What a read this is! The first time is great, the second is better and the third is off the scale...

9:08 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tammie: Busted on the first count, I'm sure. I'm not sure about summation, however. I don't think this haywired construction quite accounts for the beauty inherent in your meditations and photography. But, I am always thankful for your visits and support.

8:00 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Thank you very much, STG.

8:01 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Tumblewords: Your visits always brighten my day. Thank you for your continued willingness to climb these moonlight towers.

8:17 AM  
Blogger alister said...

I’d pay good money for video clips of people’s reactions to these sawtooth patterns of tumbling wordshades, these Georgio strollers, these fishbaiting boilers, these Paschalations. And I’d pay gooder money to keep a video clip of my reactions out of circulation! Rave on, raver, oh taker of four not three!

9:55 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

DOM: I love the Paschalation neologism, and its rhyming with circulation. And, of course, "gooder" money is pure Alister genius...

5:59 AM  
Blogger alister said...

Neologisms-R-Us. And we aim to please most times and to start something up the other times. I’m glad it was the former this time, though, since I’m less able to take what I dish out these thin times. Nothin’ like kind words from you to smooth me down : )

11:46 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Much love to the Duchess...

12:12 PM  
Blogger Rob Kistner said...

"Buster Grand" here, just stop by during a pause in shooting to say -- Wow! What a mind ride that was...
Love & War

6:30 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

BG/RK: Mind your p's and q's on the set there. Thanks for stopping by.

6:50 PM  
Blogger Count Sneaky said...

Running down the miasma of the Night
Smashing cardboard cabals Like purple ghosts,
To lay a wreath at the feet of this joyful poetry.
Five stars! Count Sneaky

7:05 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Count Sneaky: Get on with your bad self, brother! That's some mighty fine generosity you're layin' on the denizen. Muito obrigado...

7:35 PM  

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