Tuesday, December 08, 2009

Sunday Scribbling #192: Weird

Santa Baby struggling
into view, finds

handi-wipes, her

vision glaring, the blaze

of crafty juveniles

I'm carrying a torch

Van's always carrying

and we traipse behind

dewy juveniles

crested lizards

in our Lord Rochester

gimme-cup ties,

the feral feast

tied in knots

by the time

the carols are sung. Synonyms

hung, chestnuts roasting,

virtual charisma for sale

at the Valero corner store.

Those gams were

the cat's meow,

burning the retinas,

charged to the debit

side, Fats swinging

his ashen gaze

into the fais do do.

Liberation, mes amis,

is not the oreo

splendor your

gods had wrought. Castaway

desire touched down

at about half

past three, and into

our hands the suns

of ivory were sung. I

sing in the lonely

avenues, a passel

of blues bested

in the western climes.

Now the eyes

taint the words,

a limey conflagration,

Charles in his flat shoes

Larry in his bermudas

we gather together

at the river's edge,

the smell of us

mingling with the smell

of midnight: out of

sight, out of mind, and

out of mind, out

of the postal winds,

winding road winding

down, winding Rome

in the cataracts

still gleaming, winding

Tiffany in her

breakfast blend,




Blogger Dee Martin said...

Well three times is supposed to be a charm. I switched laptops and here goes attempt #3
loved it all but this was my special, want to hug it favorite: "and into
our hands the suns
of ivory were sung. I
sing in the lonely
avenues," that and the smell of midnight mingling
I did wonder what the synonyms did to make you mad...
The Christmas crazies in there somewhere - the hustle and bustle and postal winds sending off those cards.
oreos are splendid but I will be sleeping through the fais do do, lulled by the fiddle and the laughter
The picture - where IS that?

9:41 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Good evening, Dee: School-weary these days, as we near the semester's end: this poem was a brain dump of school intrigues, dissipation, Bangkok by the river's edge (I'm reading a book entitled Bangkok Days; hence, Larry and Charles in their own dissipations), and Lord Rochester knows what else. I've no idea where that picture is: in keeping with the tangential nature of the poet's poems, the "illustrator" tries to keep tangential, too: Google-image something like "river's edge" and look for the least likely suspect. Voila! A trailer park, is it?

It felt good to take a few moments and lay down some lines, feel the stretch in the fingers and spine. Ahhhhhh...

10:32 PM  
Blogger Dee Martin said...

School weary aren't we all? I'm declining a job offer within the district but will help fill the position for a stipend in the interim which means I will be in danger of just adding the position to the one I already hold. Glad you found time to stretch. Hope you and the urchins stay warm today!

6:01 AM  
Blogger Teresa said...

Hi Murat,

I was having internet issues tonight and now have to rush to make up homework. I will savor your writing Friday night after my two major final papers have been handed in. I am so glad to see you posting. I missed this over the weekend.

9:02 AM  
Blogger jsd said...

"Charles in his flat shoes
Larry in his bermudas"
And in a time of chimpanzees
I was a monkey...very Beckesque a la Xmas

1:46 PM  
Anonymous missalister said...

Hey, hey, Professor. Life's gettin' its money’s worth outta you, eh? All gone away and now here you are back up on the doorstep with somepin fun and prefect for da season. Lord Rochester lording it at Jesuit with his gimme-cup tie all knotted ‘round his synonyms. Imagine his surprise when Santa Baby showed up at Valero wid dem meow gams. Talk about knots! All the way past Tiffany’s, down to London town and ancient Rome and beyond. He is a Lord wherever he be, administrating conflagrations and bending over breakfast blending...
Aw, Paschal, see how I get when you’re gone?

4:12 PM  
Blogger anno said...

oh, that castaway desire that touches down at about half past three... isn't that the way it always has been? Loved these lines, and the ones that followed them, but I sure liked these as well: Synonyms/hung, chestnuts roasting/virtual charisma for sale/at the Valero corner store. Hope you're staying warm!

8:41 PM  
Blogger MichaelO said...

Uh, yeah. What A said. I was particularly fond of Charles and Larry in their limey conflagration. Damn! Is it me, or is it getting hot in here? I'll keep my distance, just in case the conflagration gets too close to the Valero....

12:03 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Dee: Beware them slick willie stipends: sometimes those interims turn into additional duties at the current rate, but I'm sure you know how to handle yourself in the negotiations. I'm more along the lines of Albert Brooks in the "Defending Your Life," when it comes to such things.

5:33 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: I'm glad to be back at the blog party, if just for a bit. Family visits, Mr Baby birthday week, end of term, and annoying computer "tissues" of my own have all been on hand. Six more daze until the big winter break. Ahhhhhh...

5:36 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

jsd: Of course, those bermudas would be in Christmas plaid...

5:37 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Duchess: I like those meow gams. Definitely some dissipates in this here rondo, party mates, no doubt, for those Santa elves over at your place: those two are a festive bunch. I wanna have my Christmas with them, I'll just pass on their nog.

I'm sorry not to have officially made it over to the party. The first time I read your latest, an alarm went off in my hard drive: no, it was not the radioactivity of the two elves, but rather, I think, the snow. The (not that) old pc has, as indicated in comments above, some serious cerebral issues right now: the slightest taxation of its feebleness sets off its irritating alarm. Said decrepitude has pulled me off YouTube and all my favorite music haunts, hence no recent music postings; it's even keeping me off the home email. I believe we are moving Mac-way, as Tina has wanted for years now, ever since her old Mac died. For now, it seems, simple blogging is okay, along with comments.

And no, do not turn off the snow on my account. I can still check in at school, where I managed to read the latest adventures of the Marquis de Sade Arts League. I planned to write to you then, but my "free" period was overrun by urchins desperately seeking writing assistance.

All this will pass and we will be back in the saddle again.

Missing you...

6:02 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Anno: The days iz chilly, but we iz toasty warm. Half past three certainly is the time, ain't it, and I believe on that day it certainly wuz. Glad this one had some fun for you. Chuck and Larry are certainly their own versions of Anthony Blanche in the 1981 Brideshead Revisited.

6:09 PM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Michael: I think there may be a wee bit of excessive heat. Best to take the necessary precautions.

6:11 PM  
Blogger Teresa said...

This was definitely fun. It reminded me of the malls all over LaLa Land right about now. And they are definitely crazy. I have my last final on the 17th, my last presentation on the 16th. The presentation is the one that is killing me. Not because I'm not prepared but because I have too much. We have to package and outline all the things we've produced that we could submit to the cold, harsh world of publish or perish along with the submission guidelines for two journals that just might take them. Most of my classmates just have one or at the most two projects. I have three ready, two in production, and one in the attic. And life goes on...

10:07 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Glad this was fun for you. Definitely had some Christmas creeping into the nooks, coldish mornings and false-start snow flurry predictions, mixed with the beginnings of exiles in Bangkok heat.

2:23 PM  

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