Saturday, January 14, 2017

I Thought I Saw Your Truck Out There

SHOP TALK

Two deputies.
Two more deputies.
Talking about losing weight.
The barista is in Admin of Justice.
Dude I'm trying to get in officer school.


OH YEAH

Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.
Oh yeah.


SHE’LL BE IN WATER POLO

And he’ll be in baseball.


SEE MYSELF I LIKE PRUNING

Pruning is an art.


SO UM LET’S SEE

What’s 9 percent of 5.4 million?


HE ASKED WHO I WAS WAITING FOR

I said my boyfriend.
He said which one?
I said first one’s the lucky one!


SAY

You know what?


YOU CAN KIND OF GUIDE

The growth.
Which way it goes.


AND HE WAS TELLING ME

He says yeah.


DO PEOPLE OF COURSE THEY DO

We did three weeks in November.
We had the drink package.


THIS CHAIR

It’s like my rear end doesn’t scoot it back.
I don’t know what it is.


I THOUGHT I SAW

Your truck out there.


HE’S A LITTLE PORTLY

But he thinks I’m gorgeous.
So whatever.


I REALLY FEEL LIKE FOR YOU

I feel like maybe.


IF THEY’RE GOING CELEBRITY

They don’t have that.


YOU HEARD WHAT HAPPENED, RIGHT?

So OK so.


NO THAT’S RULE NUMBER ONE

No long haul.


THE THING IS THAT

It does matter the angle somewhat.


YOU TEAR OUT A WALL

And you set up an office.


YEAH

Actually no.


I THINK THEY SIGNALED

Did they signal?
They will.
You watch.


I ALWAYS WONDERED ABOUT THAT

It’s crazy.
But I mean.


A COUPLE

Maybe three.
Years ago.


PSYCHOLOGICALLY I THINK YOU’RE THINKING

If I start doing that.


I TAKE IT YOU’VE

Pretty much stayed away.


SO WHY NOT JUST

In fact I think maybe.


I’VE DONE THAT

I’m like oh man.


I DO

Every single day.




Saturday, January 7, 2017

Surfing the Interstices

It’s hitting:  W.G.Sebold and Karen Barad; symphonies by Anton Bruckner (he might be God, I don’t know).

As long as I don’t have to face reality, I’m happy to be awake. There’s a Playboy After Dark vibe here in the crib. That's a Georgia O'Keeffe, by the way.

A million words for rain, not one for tomorrow. “The miracle of always” according to Lisel Mueller (although she was referring to something else). I resolved to change my name to Lucky.

You have the heart of a champion.

Honey, I’m from where do you think?





Saturday, December 31, 2016

Thoughts at New Year's Eve


Artwork by Nicole Eisenman.  An astonishing artist.

Guiding Spirit

Clayton Eshleman: "I greet what I cannot account for..."

The Year in Sports

  • I heard this from somebody: What’s a Gordie Howe hat trick? Goal, assist, and ten minute major.
  • Cubbies.

The Music Manor

Got tired of the xmas music pervading the public airwaves, so I opened my vault:
  • Tchaikovsky string quartet #1
  • Brahms string quartet #3
  • Prokofiev piano sonata #7
  • Prokofiev violin sonata #1 
Dreams coming true left and right: Lou Harrison, Evelyn Fung, Anne-Sophie Mutter, Ligeti the Hungarian and Soro the Chilean (Sinfonia Romantica in A major 1920), Count Basie and Duke Ellington and the Modern Jazz Quartet and the World Saxophone Quartet, Charles Mingus, Dizzy Gillespie and Oscar Peterson, Clifford Brown, Thelonious Monk, more from the 1950’s: Cannonball Adderley (joyous playing, controlled lyricism, fractal placement of notes in speedier pieces); Art Pepper and groups from the early 1950’s in Los Angeles; Gerry Mulligan also mostly LA recordings from that period of time. Voices start and stop with Sarah Vaughan.

Recent Reading

I love language.

Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Side Chicks (N'Dia Rae and Chanel Q)

  • Men can love you and still want to fuck other bitches.
  • Once he left, I let out a sigh of release.
  • This whip is fly.
  • I ignored him because what reason did I have to speak.
  • He had a sophisticated thug appeal to him that made me wet. He was def the type of nigga that brings out your inner hoe.
  • This my shit.
  • She laughed to the top of her lungs, causing rage to run rampant through my veins.

The Tin Drum (Gunter Grass)

  • I am at home in neither the sacred nor the profane, and in consequence am housed on the fringes, in a mental institution.
  • I still contradict my keeper Bruno, who flatly maintains that only men can be proper nurses, the patient’s addiction to female nurses being simply one more symptom of the disease; while the male nurse conscientiously cares for the patient and sometimes cures him, the female nurse follows the feminine path: she seduces the patient toward recovery or toward death, which she imbues with a tinge of eroticism that renders it palatable.
  
The Laughter of Women (Lisel Mueller)

The laughter of women sets fire
to the Halls of Injustice
and the false evidence burns
to a beautiful white lightness

It rattles the Chambers of Congress
and forces the windows wide open
so the fatuous speeches can fly out

The laughter of women wipes the mist
from the spectacles of the old;
it infects them with a happy flu
and they laugh as if they were young again

Prisoners held in underground cells
imagine that they see daylight
when they remember the laughter of women

It runs across water that divides,
and reconciles two unfriendly shores
like flares that signal the news to each other

What a language it is, the laughter of women,
high-flying and subversive.
Long before law and scripture
we heard the laughter, we understood freedom.


Anything Between Us Becomes Money and Manners (Bill Berkson)

“Thank you.”
“No problem.”
And if there was a problem?
Pas de quoi.
Je vous en prie!
Prego.
Bitte.
You’re welcome.
My pleasure!


Poem (Hanshan) 

My father and mother left me a good living;
I need not envy the fields of other men.
Clack—clack—my wife works her loom,
Jabber, jabber, goes my son at play.
I clap hands, urging on the swirling petals,
Chin in hand, I listen to singing birds.
Who comes to commend me on my way of life?
Well, the woodcutter sometimes passes by.
  

She Gotta Be The Dopest To Ride With The Coldest (Kellz Kimberly and Kyoshi)

 “You know I don’t see nobody but you bae; it ain’t shit another nigga could offer me, cause I ain’t goin nowhere,” she said, getting serious.

  • I quickly lotioned my body,
  • I walked back towards my building feeling some type of way.
  • I was starting forward all four years of high school; shit, a nigga could’ve even went pro, but the streets were calling a nigga.
  • Bitches were feenin for my attention,
  • We were close but she irked my nerves.

 Poetry Notebook: Reflections on the Intensity of Language (Clive James)

  • One of the characteristics of a work of art is to drive all the other works of art temporarily out of your head. 

And finally

The holidays, and every night was a salon and symposium: critical theory and wine and art and music and cuisine, laid in thick, Africa from the early 1960’s to today, dramatically presented, breathtaking and sweeping generalizations.  Re Hanshan: The woodcutter. Keeping it real.






Saturday, November 19, 2016

A Millionaire in Little Wealths

TAKING MY TEN

Until the first of the year as far as new sequences, but I expect a new book to drop in time for the holidays.


METAPHOR COCKTAIL

Two and a half months of mixing metaphors on the wrong side of the creek, retro rockets have been fired. Reentry has been effectuated. Thursday and Sunday posts will be well-intended if not actually posted, and for the remainder of the year all content will be random. Reentry in fact began at a laundromat in Old Town a couple of weeks ago.  I realized that in my time here I have become, like Emily D. myself a millionaire/in little wealths. The gig included a period of time when Friday nights are synonymous with high school football, and Eleanor celebrated her 99th birthday and the party was terrific, and the Chicago Cubs won the World Series, and Donald Trump was elected president of the USA. I dined with beautiful women and their daughters and husbands, I reacquainted myself with former coworkers who became friends and the wonderful people one encounters in the day to day, such as at Spudnuts or Domingo’s or the County of Santa Barbara. It was intense in some cases, and what a coincidence that I was here in this area, a convergence that seemed preordained. I posted to meet my contractual obligations. I made my nut, and I’m ready once again to move on. I’m not the only one in reentry here, at this locale, clearly, and the gig has carried me that much closer to death; Eliot: Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”/Let us go and make our visit.


www.randystark.com





Thursday, November 17, 2016

Last Ups (a coda)

I only as far as gratitude & awe
confidently & absolutely go. 
                        ---John Berryman.


SO I GET THERE

150 percent nutcase.
IQ of motel TV.


HE’S KIND OF GRRRR

She's la la la.


PORTERS OF BLING

Schwag caballeros.


HE DID NOT TELL ME THAT HE HAD HIV

I’m super scared.


OH SO YOU

But like I mean.
Which I.
Or maybe not.


IT WOULD KILL HIM IF SHE LEFT

That’s why she wants to.


OPERATIONS MANAGER?

Why in the world.


I TALKED TO ONE GUY

And he said yeah.


I’VE GOT AMMO

Save you a trip.


SHE GOES

I’m gone.


THE NEW ABNORMAL

Stoked, but sweating bullets.


SO BEFORE THE FOOD ARRIVED

He shot her.


AND YOU KNOW WHAT’S CRAZY?

I’ll tell you what else I saw.


IN THE HEART OF OLD TOWN

“No massage parking.”


TONNA BRIX WRECKING

“We demolish the world.”


OUR BAD

“We take the blame for you.”


SEPARATE BATHROOMS

One for Latinos, the other for Jews.


NO NOT TODAY

But recently.


SLIPKNOTS IN THE QUEST

For premium vertical urbanity.


FALLEN VICTORS

The theory of next.


LOW BOYS

Carved knees.
Claw and ball feet.
Ankles with parole monitors.


LIFE

Is not
No mess.


SO I’VE KIND OF COME TO THE CONCLUSION IN MY MIND

Because I mean heck.


WE DANCED AT THE HOUSE OF BURGESSES

Remember?




Saturday, November 12, 2016

Midnight Lightning

THIS WEEKEND?

Like originally?


WELL THAT’S WHAT I MEAN

I’m not really overweight per se.


THE THIRD WOOL TUNIC

He has maybe been.
You know.
Observed in.


I’M SUPER BEHIND

On my sleeping.


THE CRUMBLE

I just think it doesn’t go with the dish.


BULLS AT HEAT

Hey.


I TOLD HIM I SAID

There’s not much of a maybe.


SUNDAY EVENING SERVICE

Valley Baptist Towing and Recovery.


YOU WOULD BE JUST LIKE

Oh my god.


NO HONESTLY

It’s America’s #1 Versatile Stain Remover.


I WANT YOU BABY

I need you baby.
I love you baby.


I WAS SOMEWHERE THE OTHER DAY

I can’t even remember where.


DID RIMBAUD HAVE THIS PROBLEM?

How ‘bout Baudelaire?


SHE ANNOUNCED ON AIR

That she and her husband are
Real human people.


I FEEL OVERALL I’M STILL LIKE

Just kind of opting out.


IDLED MINES

Scattered fighting.


WELL WAIT

My purse is in there.


ALL LOCAL ELECTIONS

Should be loser leaves town.


I’M SURPRISED WE’RE STILL MARRIED

He hates my perfume, my hair spray, my lotion.


WILL DANCE FOR UNLIMITED DATA

I can totally do it.


I THINK HE’S A

Chihuahua terrier.


ALL I KNOW

Is unattended clothes will be removed.


YEAH?

A Chihuahua terrier?


FREE CLEANING AND EXAM

Gift horses excluded.


QUALITY SERVICE AND SELECTION

Why get radicalized anywhere else?


HEY SO

Have you thought about um.


SOMETHING LIKE THAT

Jesus crying fuck.


BY THE TIME YOU READ THIS

I’ll be in Twentynine Palms.