Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beatles. Show all posts
Saturday, August 01, 2020
you talkin' to me?
pardon me
you heard me
no, really, I didn't
I said, "to be or not to be"
that's what I thought
so you did hear me
point taken
I'll say it again
I dare you
"to be or not to be"
let's face it, that's pretty fuckn grandiose
how
c'mon
it ain't grandiose, it's basic
like "back to basics"
I've never understood what that meant
it's elemental, fundamental, mental, unsentimental
now you sound like early Dylan
nothing wrong with that
it's alright, ma
elementary, my dear Watson
he never said that
not exactly
anyway, where were we
right here
right here is where we always are
nowhere, man
now here
clever
slow down, you better slow down
break it down
when you said, "to be or not to be" were you serious
of course I was
serious as in suicidal
what, where do you get that
well, you're standing alone all serious and shit
it's a fecking play, I'm a character, on a stage
all the world's a stage
bingo
the play's the thing
how 'bout "play's the thing"
as in juggling, like the king's Fool
not that kind of juggling, more like thi
jousting
joisting
James Joyceting
ca-ching
bada-bing
to be
or
not to be
sproing
back to Square One
exactly
approximately
approximately King Hamlet
that's rich, even royal
royal manna
give that man a cigar
he she it them
that, too
Tuesday, July 21, 2020
news cycle
I read the news today
you did?
oh boy
oh boy, what?
oh boy, you don't wanna know
I doubt you read the news
what do you mean?
watched, scrolled, clicked, listened but not read
those were the days, print journalism
I clicked the news today
doesn't sound right, does it
clickbait
I tell them turn it off
who
anybody
it's too much
tune out, turn off, and drop out
history rewritten
it's all too much
history is the nightmare
from which I am trying to awake
or never wake up
change the channel
click the remote
no more dials
cable news
so-called
dial-up
hit me up
leave me alone
turn it off
cut the cord
unplug
switch the channel
turn it off
recycled rubbish
toxic waste
asbestos we can
cut the cable
endless entropy
blank screen
like The Sopranos
the end
the reaper
go dark
blink
no news today
oh boy
oh girl
oh them
oh us
Saturday, March 14, 2020
social distancing vs. social proximating
I have been known to have social distanced. It is not the same as socially distanced. I have known social distancing. I have known social distancing, in its comings and its goings. Have you? Haven't you? The social distancing of snubs and snafus and near-misses. Or near Missus. The social distancing of forays and fumbles, dalliances and disasters. I have known them all. As T.S. Eliot penned it:
For I have known them all already, known them all:
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons;
I know the voices dying with a dying fall
Beneath the music from a farther room.
So how should I presume?
And I have known the eyes already, known them all—
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phraseI have known social distancing by any other name. Filed under the names of loneliness, alienation, indifference, rebuff, and buffering. Under the banners of taboo, time, and space. The labels of contagion or conjugation. Felt as intimacy or aridity.
I have socially distanced by one word, one sentence, a single faux pas.
Haven't you? Have you?
Social distancing.
How about you?
How about us?
I have sung hymns to social distancing.
No one heard them.
Or no one replied.
Social distancing in the key of me, the key of you, the chords of coldness.
We sought the bridge.
They paid the toll.
They crossed the border.
I bridged the gap.
You narrowed the way . . . of distancing's definition, its social cues, its molecular matrix.
And while we're at it, at this safe distance, socially speaking, tell me, what is its opposite?
Social proximating?
As in: "I want to hold your hand . . . if you wash it." Or: "I want to touch your elbow (with my elbow) ..."
Social proximating, as in "Baby, socially proximate with me, babe."
It's a new brave new landscape, a brand-new vernacular.
Hold on.
But keep your distance.
For your good and mine.
For our good. And for the good of others.
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