sunday scribbling: #172: ThE pLaN
(You know the girl: another November one, come to think of it)Call Ghosts
Plan your robocop ditties down
the skinny dan, not steely but
still worthy of the night's
castoff diminuendo:
we crashland into
mutual pleasure
dance a round
of this major motion
picture we call
ghosts on the prairie
if you ever wonder where
they went, check your rule
book, your menu,
your Franklin planner
we elude ourselves
when we least expect
the rondo
I would simmer
I would saute
the rest
the clouded dreams
the cash money honeynest
of your rounded haunch
zisz plan enuff for you, darlins?
get off the bus &
drizzle down the feverish
castaways, we be
amoreena's fruit if
we be anything:
fate drives, but fate also
plurals, & if that's
in your Plan, sugars, then
deal it all to me on the
downslow.
Labels: the mint
posted by murat11 at 9:46 AM
17 Comments:
This is a happy one. I love the rhythm and the boogey-ing.
Favorite lines: "still worthy of the night's / castoff diminuendo", "we elude ourselves / when we least expect / the rondo", (those lines call up music in my mind's ear), "get off the bus & / drizzle down the feverish / castaways...", "deal it all to me on the downslow."
And I love the label: the mint. I am thinking the printing presses and molds of a nation's currency running amok and spewing out currency, but maybe I have $$$ on the brain of late??
Teresa: This one just plopped right on out, Pollock style - without the Pollock angst, of course.
The mint can be, of course, whatever you want it to be. It first came, ricocheting off the dreaded Franklin planners to Franklin Mint, but right now, as I watch the darkening sky outside my window (lightning to the west!), I'm thinking just some lovely cool mint leaves in a tall cold glass of hibiscus mint tea.
Well, the line "deal it all to me on the downslow" certainly calls up images of mint juleps and cool drinks on verandas in the heat. I had not thought of the Franklin mint; I was bouncing off from "the clouded dreams / the cash moneynest" and the plight of so many around the world today because of an extended period spent in overzealous worship of the Tsai Shen (money god).
Paschal, when you dive into the channel, you just keep on going until you hit the bottom or come up for air; makes it hard to pick a favorite line, the way each one connects to the next, but, wow, I sure did like that fate drives/but fate also plurals.... Just lovely. And orange, too.
Hope you're getting rain, some of the cooling we're having here to the north.
Sounds like a plan to me!
Teresa: I think I was mainly going for sexy with detours, but that's just me: I'm only one of the readers.
I do, however, like the overzealous worship musings. Can we do a western/Chinese astrology check here? Of so many around the world bespeaks a global (Piscean) consciousness, not usually found in the resident Scorpio/Snake.
T, Part II: Or Aquarius. I am Aquarius Rising. It leaks through.
Anno: I wanted to push this one for a longer swim, what with all the little poems of late. Needed a bigger push. I liked the fate couplet, too - liked it when it rushed through.
Dark rainy clouds all around us, but no rain. Que lastima.
Stan Ski: Welcome back! Sounds like a Stan to me...
Brother Murat, I leave all the western astrology to my friend Linda, the librarian. I would say that the money god is a universal. I think in western tradition he is called mammon. Tsai Shen just seemed to fit the jivvy rhythm better. Mammon with all the nasal bilabials just kind of kills the jive.
You're right. Mammon needs his own poem. Tsai Shen do have the groove.
okay I give. I've come at this from every angle I know of and cannot figure out which "November girl" you're referring too. For the record I read it through the first time and just savored it.
Mea culpa, Dee: The painting is by Georgie O'Keeffe, also a Scorp, along with the three Scorpgirls in the video post. The poem really has nothing to do with her: I was looking for an image to complement the ghosts on the prarie line. Of course, there is GO'K's Ghost Ranch to lend some flavor, now that I think of it.
Sorry - I like it and I like other paintings she has done but not familiar enough to recognize. The Steely Dan and Amoreena references had me thinking music...
Dee: I was thinking music the whole way, too. The "Gaucho" album, most likely. Jive Miguel, he's in from Bogota...
Oh, I loves me my Franklin Planner! My fate is lined out as to-do lists since 1993, taken down by day and time, with notes explaining how all that driving clouded all those dreams, and how that cash money-nest made it seem alright. Prairie ghosts now, those days that made way for these days of clearer vision and louder ticking. "Better hurry, girl," I hear the clock say. "Don’t no one know when they time be through." So I keep writing my fate out on the pages of my planner like an indie film, plural dark and light, like plums under sugars ; )
DOM: Chick, I knew you wuz a Franklin Planner! I am such a damned obsessive that, were I to ever fall under its spell, I would spend all my time making lists and never, I am sure, get around to living. But, that's me: I ain't no multitasker. My fate, under the spell of Big Bald Ben, would be nothing but lists.
I love this: writing my fate out on the pages of my planner like an indie film, plural dark and light...
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