it was nice enough so far today, that i have been able to open the house up and let the breeze through. it has warmed up enough that it actually feels nice outside.
your poet of the day for this day of National Poetry Month is Danny D. Ford.
https://www.analogsubmission.com/product/perforated-by-sirens-by-mark-a-pearce-danny-d-ford
https://albanypoets.com/2021/02/three-poems-danny-d-ford/
https://dumpsterfirepress.com/2021/04/21/voices-from-the-fire-danny-d-ford/
https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2021/02/23/danny-d-ford/
http://black-listedmagazine.blogspot.com/2014/08/two-poems-by-danny-d-ford.html
the Yankees got up 3-0 yesterday and then promptly shit the bed. they lost to the Indians, 7-3. they start a series in Baltimore tonight.
Desus & Mero was fucking hilarious last night.
The Nevers was really good last night.
Mare of Easttown was very interesting last night.
enjoy some music:
and now some of this and that:
on the DVR tonight will be Vice News Tonight, Monday Night Raw, The Voice and Miz & Mrs.
i did listen to episode 340 of Notsam Wrestling this morning. you can find that by going here:
i found some wrestling cards yesterday at Big Lots. they were from the years 2013 - 2019. that made me go through all my wrestling cards yesterday. many of the ones i got yesterday were worth a little money. the ones i had from 2020 that i hadn't priced out yet had some amazing prices on them. so yeah, that was a fruitful trip. of course, Kroger didn't call until today about mom's pills. so i have to go get those after i get done with this and take a shower.
mom and i get our second COVID vaccine shots tomorrow. if they keep the times the same as of now, i'm going to try to get the blog done before i get the shot. if they change them to the early afternoon like last time, the blog will come afterwards.
i hope everyone had a great weekend.
thanks to everyone that has checked out my latest SoundCloud recordings...
until tomorrow kids...
fight the power.
fuck racism.
fuck hatred.
fuck the police.
black lives matter.
stay healthy.
wash your fucking hands.
wear your mask.
get the shot.
Si tuviera un dólar por cada hijo de puta que intentó estafarme ...
be well. be creative. be cool. be quick to send me CASH, panties, hate mail, love letters, broken promises and dirty pennies from heaven.
peace and chicken grease...
music:
Sara Watkins - Long Hot Summer Days
John Prine - Lake Marie (Live)
Beck - Loser
The Rolling Stones - Loving Cup
"Writers, particularly poets, always feel exiled in some way - people who don't exactly feel at home, so they try to find a home in language." - Natasha Trethewey
and your whatever the fuck i wanted you to see video of the day:
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