Win On Diagonals

September 23, 2007

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 10:33 am
Take a bike ride to get the buy 2 get one free smokes. I received my order of Batdorf and Bronson coffee just in the nick of time. I was dry. I was prepared to go somewhere to have someone make me a a shitty cup of joe, and pay way too much. Ethiopia Lina is brewing as we speak. I don’t know how I feel about it being desired as far as it’s flavor as: “of Blueberry cheesecake….” It still tastes like really yummy coffee right?  I saw the new Cronenberg film “Eastern Promises” this weekend at BAM in Brooklyn with Ev and C. Another enjoyable recent Cronenberg flick that has turned to the far visceral side qua his earlier abstract conceptual work: Existenz… et cetera. Vigo is amazing as bad/good cop playing Russian mobster. His hair and posture, that ready to kill or discourse on old Ukrainian motorcycles glint in his eye, rigid yet extremely expressive set of face lines. I know I might be scoffed out for sounding all so romantic, but after all that violence, eye stabbing, Chechen throat slitting at the Turkish barber shop ghoulishness, that kiss at the very end, and no cheesy Barrymore bad breathe poop either, was very..very moving.  Now, what did i want to say? OH yes…
1. Another Embarrassing memory from childhood shined off with a handy cloth, to look at anew without gulps of shame. My mother would constantly remind my brother and I that we must take the greatest of care cleaning up after ourselves, and not just our rooms, and so forth. We must clean up after ourselves after defecating with extreme care or else at our final inspection of the ones pronouncing us mort, or stripping us down for some embalming or something, we would be and our family would be shamed.  My dad would always chime in with a sort of half interested but still cutting follow up comment: “Yes, you will be dead AND shamed!”
As Cassius put it, “The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, But in ourselves, that we are underlings”.

September 14, 2007

Music from Gaddis’s JR

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 12:55 pm
—Lemme push it.

—Hey listen. That music, hear that music? Where’s it coming from. Listen.

—What are we stopping for.

The doors opened silently. No one went and no one came. Nothing moved but notes of Dardanella . The doors closed.

—Can I stay on the elevator and listen to the music awhile Mrs Joubert?

(scene 15, p. 89, Amy’s class, Typhon International, elevator

September 4, 2007

Sterling Forest Death Roids’pollies…

Filed under: Prosperity — dom @ 1:15 pm

Renaissance Festival Visit 2    
                              9-4-07 Domenic Maltempi
                                                            We didn’t have enough film
                                                                        To pose dead
                                                                        Each of us once
                                                                        Five times
                                                                        I called over to the jester
                                                            Would he pose with a Russian dancer?
                                                                 He gurgled into a besotted sky
                                                                        Tuxedo, NY
                                                            Out came the antiquated photo-maker
                                                            Captain’s wife posed on a renaissance era wheeled cart
                                                                        Jester examining a large stick by her mouth and neck
                                                                        Writer plays possum by grassy water body
                                                                            Drops expensive audio recorder
                                                                        Recovers device in five minute later panic
                                                                        Damn fortunate I wanted sound issuing
                                                                                    From Maypole dancers
                                                                                    Summer will not sneak around behind your back
                                                                        Summer will fuck your enemy in front of your apartment
                                                                                    As it squeezes songs made out of very old light
                                                                        Onto your gutters, into your unpainted den
                                                                                    Thomas feigned death by axe throwing game stand
                                                                                                Pizza is cold and $4.50 a cut
                                                                                    I say striker
                                                                                                You say matches
                                                                                      H does not participate in staged death pictures
                                                                                    I remember it like yesterday
                                                                                                Jumping into my futures wife’s car
                                                                                    Playing killed in boot of old Dodge
                                                                                                Hair was longer
                                                                                    A different woman’s churlish tongue softly bullying one
                                                                                                Into smashing round object into bell
                                                                                       Surpassing embarrassing representations of one’s physical
                                                                                                                                    Deficiencies
                                                                                                I wanted to do it mentally this time
                                                                                                                       
                                                                                    “You don’t have the equipment.’
                                                                                    “The equipment is coming. It’s on its way, some acumen belonging to me, but                                                                                                 borrowed and traveling like everything merciful, coming through when
                                                                                                            needed.”
                                                                                                “Traveling?”
                                                                                    “Sure, wait, here, maybe not all, yes all. Here are my two dollars.”
                       
                                                                                                Her flippancy now turning me on, turning me in on myself
                                                                                                            Sterling National Park…there
 

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