Saturday, March 27, 2021

Living in the Intermediate World

 JESUS LOVES YOU

He just doesn’t remember your name.


WHERE I GET MY HAIR CUT

They changed barbers.
It’s all women.


COMPARING

McDonald’s fries to Wendy’s fries
Is apples and oranges.


HAZARDING A GUESS

The baby daddy is the mother?


THE OPEN GATE

The gate has been open quite some time now,
But the view hasn’t exactly been of
Your ass driving up the driveway.


DUH

I want my financial advisor to live better than I do.


THIS IS A SPECIAL REPORT

Syrup or jelly?


ME NEITHER

When I bought mine
I didn’t know what I was buying.


CELEBRATED STREAMER

Hi guys.


NOW OPEN

Free beverage.
Free wings.
Great gas prices.
Visit today!


THE OTHER COUPLE HERE AT THE LODGE

Hog farmers from France.


ADJUSTING THE ANGST

There should be a little thing there.
There’s also a little button.


LIVING IN THE INTERMEDIATE WORLD

I just saved
USD$15.00
Va va voom!


BUT THANKS FOR ASKING

She’s buried up at the top of the hill.
Her choices are limited
Is how she’s doing.


AND I TOLD HIM I SAID

Y’all got anything y’all want to add?


BIRDS AT THEIR BATH

Drinking their reflections.


ODE TO MY PLAN

The Devil thought she had me
But I got away
By dint of talk, text & data.


TENDER AND JUICY

Albeit inchoate and labile.


KEEP PADDLING

I’ll check my credit score.
You keep paddling.


Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.

Saturday, March 20, 2021

Palabras Clave

Heavy lifting.
Party rentals.
Party rolls.
Land starved.
Striking points.
Perfect attendance.
Inmate copy.
New strain.
Annabel Lee.
Wryly winsome.
Enemy compound.
Poor Clare.
Spooky smart.
Game bundle.
Status quo.
Onion rings.
Saturn’s rings.
Getting comped.
Flaming yon.
Eeencohn tacks.
Personal pizza.
Personal hell.
Climbing structure.
Mad rush.
Silk pajamas.
Vivian don’t.
Shooting texts.
Social warriors.
Guest bloggers.
Who doesn’t?
Who can’t?
No rehearsal.
Coyote flats.
Meal plan.
Good fortune.
Partner offers.
Structural damage.
West Virginia.
Leftist movements.
Pet carriers.
Manufacturing engineer.
Mechanical engineer.
Blackmarket cannabutter.
Magnetic forces.
Gagging noises.
Unlimited access.
Survivors benefits.
Hot sauce.


Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.

Saturday, March 13, 2021

Gesso and Gossip

BOWLING ALLEY COCKTAIL LOUNGES

Were among the best places to drink
When you still had
Twenty more years
Of wrenching ahead of you.


MULTIVERSE

The first person I meet in the street
Is actually probably the second.


PRACTICE

If I fall on my butt like I did last time
I’m going to cry so hard.


REVISIONISM

Yesterday is attached.


STUDIO VISIT

Gesso and gossip.


CHEESE SPARROWS

200 bonus points when you buy two.

 

HAWAIIAN MENTAL HEALTH

Aloha Eli Lilly.


VISION STATEMENT

Her legs.


MISSION STATEMENT

Gonna make me lose my mind up in here.


PHYSICS

I order.
They ship.


EMAIL

From the service department manager.
They’ve missed me at the dealership.


LANDMARK LEGISLATION

But you have to hold it up to a mirror to read it.


ODD BEHAVIOR

He walked home from Loretta’s one night.
Why would you do that?
It’s five miles.


JAPAN

50 words for rain.
100 yen stores.


ATHENS

The Paris of Greece.


EPIPHANICS

Wet wood gets smoky.


BONDAGE

I tried reaching out
But my hands were tied.



Please visit my website at www.randystark.com and my page at Write Up The Road.

 

Saturday, March 6, 2021

A This and a That


“There are not many American writers for whom style really is content. We’re too earnest a nation, too attached to making our art about messages or lessons, and usually, easily digestible ones. The American authors who take style as something close to an ethics of writing are quite often the most elegant. Think of W. M. Spackman’s slim comedies of erotic manners, the bespoke mordancy of Frederick Seidel’s verse, or of Raymond Chandler, whose style fought it out with his moralism and beat it two falls out of three. Southern, whose elegant prose exists amid the chaos and rut it’s describing, is such a stylist. Saying the right thing — even if it is the most outrageous or obscene thing — in exactly the right way is the only morality at work in his work.” —Charles Taylor, reviewing a novel by Terry Southern, LARB 1-26-2021

 Or as Shakespeare put it: “Good pasture makes fat sheep.”

 Or as señor Vladimir Nabokov put it: “Lolita, luz de mi vida, fuego de mis entrañas.”

(It wasn’t until I’d gotten home from the library that I realized I’d checked out a Spanish translation of the novel. Because I’m a pathetic monolingual loser, only fluent in one language, I got less out of it than I’d hoped, and it got less out of me. There was the time, monolingual fool that I am, when, after dinner she says she would like me to stay the night. I don’t understand French, so I respond in English: “Well, I have to be getting home.”)

 Tarfia Faizullah said of one of her published pieces: “I decline to explain or contextualize this poem. If you, reader, get something from it—that’s all that matters.”

I thought I was being tough when I manifestoed: “I am opposing and flouting centuries of tradition by making this declaration: If there are any websites, magazines or other platforms who wish to publish my writing, simply email me (randystare@yahoo.com) and I will return to you a selection of work from which you may choose. What I am pretty much going to STOP doing is cold submitting work to random venues—which are diminishing anyway, fallout from the covid quarantines. In other words, contact me if you want some work for your site or magazine and I’ll be happy to respond immediately. Otherwise, reading my work can easily be accessed at www.randystark.com and http://writeuptheroad.com/.”

 A Review in Verse:

 To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before, by Jenny Han, 2014
There’s Something about Sweetie, by Sandhya Menon, 2019

Too life affirming for my liking.
Magically multicultural
But otherwise like watching "Saved By the Bell."
Watching "Saved By the Bell" and eating French toast.

And finally, I recommended reading Meg Elison, especially The Book of the Unnamed Midwife, the first of her trilogy, a franchise with female protagonists driving it. Somebody blurbed: “Elison offers a troubling yet hopeful vision of the future.” Uh, excuse me, no, she doesn’t. This is post-apocalyptic despair at its best. I live in the same shithole city she once did, and I drive the same make and model car as she does. This may or may not be a lost planet, I don’t know, but maybe we drank at the same bar, if she drinks. 

With a hey, and a ho, and a hey nonino.