No rights, just homage and want for spreading his good jam around to all interested toast slices.
Alo Gov’nah!
The rain in seattle comes down as spit expelled from inane prattle.
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Watch “Johnny Marr – Full Performance (Live on KEXP)” on YouTube
Great stuff.
You will feel as though you knew these songs.
KEXP Seattle, whoot.
The Hummin’a’Bird’s Spring-Time Carol
Alice`ntious Aurora awakens.
Once titled both Eostre & Ostara, yet I was a single leaf in a tome.
One page, with two sides.
One is even numbered, and
One is odd.
Dexterously left-handed,
Playing Janice to your Janus.
We’re two, radical, two-faced diabolicals.
I was Ianna. Venus to Mesopotamia.
Aye, I
Language-Strip
for you
from below*
Klingsor’s infernal Spring-brake decanted all over my Summer-time.
Lint in his navel fleets like the novelty of any old, new thing’s novelty.
Lent is his steed, and yet still he row, row, rows his vessel downstream.
Passover the brooks, rooks, and funny-looks.
Recall the alerity of the pages.
Nightly leaves through the knights.
Merrily. A stellar dream confusing a model of a star for the actual star.
Because the star was too perfectly a model-star.
Ingenious, artless ingenues.
Sweet sugarfoot, you were so much older way back then.
I kept your place by the fire warm.
Looking-Glass House a’lit by a bonfire built from fiddle-sticks.
Are you young enough yet that you can now remember building it?
The light housed between Castle & Tower.
Where, in our rabbit-hole, we both
Wear just to undress
And, to undress wares from.
A white March-Ingpen Hare is driven by time
As like pure snow,
Waist-coated ampersand watch-pocketed.
I un-wound cork-screw hill until I forgot my name.
So then, re-wound the same hill to get it back under-heel.
I created arabesques, atop tip-toes, atop that hill.
A top spinning atop a hill-top.
Dancing like a dervish whirling.
I eagerly awaited. The hardest part. I was much younger then.
To meet you with unapologetic exuberance.
I learned to move so quickly, that folk could neither tell nor espy if I had left and went-gone and then already nigh come-again.
Minnesænger you are to have woken me so abruptly, so long ago,
Only to immediately-then fall asleep.
And, sleep-walk so convincingly.
But, Dearheart, by mine form do not be fooled, i have a curious notion I may be inside-older than you.
Well…at least for right-exactly-now.
It is Revival.
Massive Mass.
I know your proper names; and by these appellations,
I know you have never been called.
Your proper names do not even include that & those of whom witch-named you.
They call you: Hither
They named you: Come
Entitled: ewe with a handle.
Your faux-mantles.
Only monkeys bear monikers.
They are primates; not prime mates.
Howl-ever, none of these are the word/s for what you are.
Masculine and demure, you look cold, fine ephebe.
I am always warm; bring your dark effulgence here to me.
We are axiomatic and inexorable.
Structuralism in motion,
we procreate the quintessence of
Magical realism
We posit through repose.
The sealing-wax apposed up-on
The ceiling above, from which we somehow look down and find our feet to be above.
Our im/proper pro/nouns, now in apposition, finally enable us to unface the opposition.
Unopposed we are, finally, apposit.
So, let me bring my mouth to yours.
*1) i was Ianna. The Venus of Mesopotamia.
II) A one = 1 = I = i
= One Anna
= Iann a
=1 Ann, a
one n’ a
i and a
Result æ.
A and I
Culminate Æ.
Watch “Johnny Nash There are More Questions and Guava Jelly” on YouTube
There are more questions than answers. And the more I find out, the less I know.
From reggae to southern-style slide guitars.
Slick midsong shift.
Dig it much.
Here I am.
Come rub upon my belly like a guava jelly
About E-clip’sis/clips
VERBA ECLIPSATA INTENDE A DINSPIR
My Time Serving, Waiting, & Pouring
I worked as a part-time waitress, from age 18 until age 18. I performed terribly. Back then, in Alabama, servers made $2.13 + tips.
One week my manager approached me, with pen and red binder.
“Sign here, to confirm for our tax records that you did, in fact, make at least the minimum wage. You did not declare enough of your cash tips.”
“Um, but I did not make at least minimum wage, I made less.”
“Yep, you are not good at this.”
He was correct.
Sometime later, after losing the urge to continue to pursue Academia, I worked full-time for a locally-owned, Tavern-style restaurant as a server and cocktail waitress. Not fine dining, but cloth napkins, gas burning lanterns. Upscale. The owners also owned a popular bar in the swanky part of Southside, Birmingham (The Five Points area, to be specific) where I poured occasionally. Note: Servers still only make $2.13 an hour + tips in Alabama (and many other American states). They really do work for themselves and you.
I loved my work. I took the time to learn the restaurant/service craft: Learning the menu, how to talk to people and make suggestions. The art of booze and talking booze. Maintaining equilibrium for the dinner rush / bar push for about three intense, crazy, physical hours, only to then slowly break down the establishment into a clean, organized place. The next morning, you would build it up, try to keep equillibrium, tear it down.
Taking your work home usually meant alcohol, delicious food, or another server. There was no huge deadline for the FOH staff, just closing time and the clean up.
All humans should really spend at least three months of their life as a server/waiter. Everyone. If you get hissy or huffy about the service you receive when dining out, consider the following.
Today, I pulled an old journal and found the remarks below. Enjoy
EDR = extended dining room
AOA = auditory order acknowledged
Alabama Medium = Medium Well
FOH = front of house (what and who you see as the diner)
86 = something the restaurant has on menu but does not have currently.
68 = when something that was 86’ed becomes available to diners again.
Conversations Had On a Daily Basis
Stuff Said to Me: That Pissed Me Off Enough To Scrawl
Some Stuff I Thought Worth Telling the Good People
Love’s Blazon: Parzifal and the Lady he awoke
“The lady had fallen asleep. She wore Love’s blazon–a mouth of translucent red, torment to the hearts of amorous knights. She slept with parted lips that wore the Flames of Love’s hot fire. Thus lay the loveliest challenge to adventure imaginable.”
‘Upon my word, you are Parzifal!’ She said of the red lips. ‘Your name means ‘pierce-through-the-heart.’
Watch “Burnt Out Town” on YouTube
Why is it you look so down in the mouth?!
I told her:
This is a burnt out town/it’s fulla dirty looks.
Here i am stealing gas with a garden hose.
Yeah, take that, honey.
It’s outta their realm of reality
Its goin down but no one knows
Watch “Tom Petty- Wildflowers” on YouTube
Going out to you know who…
Everone who can relate
When you know you have made it “Tom Petty – Breakdown (Live 1985)” on YouTube
Cracking me up.
I saw him with Tah Mahal opening in Tuscaloosa, AL.
I was in 6th grade.
Wildflowers tour.
My mom and i danced and sang like lively idiots too.
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Being bereft of aberration is abhorrent,
In itself.
I am the whence of a will.
Wilt do.
Wilted
Camællias suddenly come into ripe blossom
Bloom.
I danced in blue light at least an hour that night.
I stumbled between songs.
I slip but don’t fall.
Felled the tree before the hanged.
And a fool found herself upside down,
A head full of clouds and reservoirs of water.
Camel-ist.
Hiding eyes
Laughter.
In the dark, a cardinal dances on his branch.
Like a Stellar’s Jay.
Lunar Tire Fires
Distillation.
Do not confuse what you create for what you destroy. He said.
I think you have that confused. I said.
A keen sensibility for rookery
And other fly-by-nightery.
He told me. Self-impressed.
I know you.
We met before.
Excuse me, I said.
You interrupted.
I am busy howling at the moon.
Keen along if you wish.
Top 3 Pars/zifal Quotes
By pity guided,
The guileless fool;
Wait for him,
My chosen tool.
(The keynote of Parsifal is Ecstasy.)
Parzifal: I scarcely move, Yet I swiftly seem to run
Gurnemanz: my son, thou seest Here SPACE and TIME are ONE.
Parzifal. Wolfram von Eschenbach. Translated by A.T. Hatto
I’m Wolfram von Eschenbach. I’m a bit of a minnesænger.
Watch “Atoms For Peace – Ingenue” on YouTube
Sleep Paralysis
A peek of disbelief.
Reach.
Awaking in a white, linen dress.
“Let your feet breath in the water through your soles.” The old man suggests.
I break the liquid’s surface tension with the flat of my feet.
A four footed bath tub foutain with animals.
The water turns and becomes red curls.
And i reawoke.
But it took a minute to trust it was so.
Big left toe: wiggle.
Wiggle now.
You are awake and will wiggle.
Sleep paralysis.
Once gone, is when more civilized monkeys brew tea.
I make a strong pot of blonde
Coffee.
I wiggle the left big toe.
I wiggle the right big toe.
The pot boils.
The aroma cannot be a dream?
Too knight
Musicality of a whirling fan.
Lyricality of a faucet running.
Night songs.
Lullaby white noise.
A single dog bark.
An æon in a cat’s eye’s
Blinkin’
Winken & Nod
Set out one knight.
By only the light of three moons.
Pyres burning into the misty lake night.
Wooden ships of exposure espied from a tower.
Bring your three medallions.
Spring Haunches
Leopard Branch grows a summer coat of kudzu,
Not yet claustrophobic
It will not be humid enough.
Not like in Bamaland.
His legs drape mossy of either side of the foreside.
Hips rested just so.
Tail winding round the trunk of his supportive tree.
Head resting.
Possibly but not necessarily asleep.
Ambidexterous.
The cat heaves her bigger sigh.
Looking at the window.
I notice the siren.
She just hears noise pollution.
Suddenly the wails reek like klaxon
Doppleganger effect.
Sound waves flailing over time and space.
Distortion becomes further distorted.
Something or someone near is a gauche.
She puts her nose back to the quilt.
Overheard
The sun finally met spring in full.
Several day delay after an hour exchange.
Neither seems impressed to see the other.
“Foot-gazing, bird-watcher.” Said spring.
“Overly stylized hipster in faux-cigarette cut denim.” Said sun.
Watch “Childish Gambino – This Is America (Official Video)” on YouTube
No rights, just homage to a young star.
Comedian in addition. First? Artist, regardless.
Took me a minute on this one, but damn.
His drop in is intense.
Brutally hip bumping.
Much love for Childish Gambino and Donald Glover.
“Contraband, contraband, contraband……get down!”
Interesting video.
WrittenCasey 