imagine my surprise when i did a random Google search of myself today (yes, i'm weird) and i found 2 of my poems up at a site i've never submitted to. it's a funny world sometimes. anywho, you can find my poems "the lessons we are to learn from" and "tv in the afternoon" on OutlawPoetry.com. both poems were originally published in Big Hammer #15.
you can find the poems by going here: http://www.outlawpoetry.com/tag/j-j-campbell/
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Monday, April 27, 2015
living the life of a...
welcome to the 27th day of National Poetry Month. i'm going the YouTube route again today. these three poems though blew me the fuck away when i watched them. enjoy:
the New York Yankees won last night against the Mets, 6-4. that's three series won in a row now. they start a series with Tampa tonight. hopefully they can keep on rolling.
i did watch all of Extreme Rules last night on the WWE Network. it was MUCH better than i was expecting. the only match that did nothing for me was Cena vs. Rusev. that's mostly because i can't stand John Cena. amazingly, the match that i liked the best was Roman Reigns vs. The Big Show. that was much better than it should have been. all in all, i was pleasantly surprised. hopefully Monday Night Raw is good tonight. i know they are bringing back The King of the Ring tournament. that should make for some fun.
the Sunday night shows were excellent. Nurse Jackie was really good. Happyish was a rerun of the pilot episode. i think it's going to be a really good series. Silicon Valley was great. Veep was fucking hilarious. Last Week Tonight was brilliant as usual. watch:
tonight on the DVR will be The Voice and Gotham. i imagine i probably should watch some of Game 7 tonight between the fucking Islanders and the fucking Capitals. the winner faces the New York Rangers in the next round.
mom wanted to go out shopping today. we went to this grocery store that you can also buy just about everything else at. hell, most of the stores around here are turning into this type of place. i did convince mom that i should try Bud Light's new Long Island Iced Tea mix just to see if it is any good or not. good times.
i think tomorrow she wants to go out and try to find a better chair for her at her computer. so, i suppose in the afternoon we'l make a journey to Office Depot or something.
that's all for me today. one of these fucking days i'll get around to sending out some more poems. i've got a couple of places in mind.
hope everyone had a great weekend.
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:
Saliva - Ladies and Gentlemen
Daft Punk - One More Time
Old Crow Medicine Show - Down Home Girl
Elliott Smith - Between the Bars
Tedeschi Trucks Band - Learn How to Love
"We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand." - C. Day Lewis
and your pro wrestling videos of the day:
the New York Yankees won last night against the Mets, 6-4. that's three series won in a row now. they start a series with Tampa tonight. hopefully they can keep on rolling.
i did watch all of Extreme Rules last night on the WWE Network. it was MUCH better than i was expecting. the only match that did nothing for me was Cena vs. Rusev. that's mostly because i can't stand John Cena. amazingly, the match that i liked the best was Roman Reigns vs. The Big Show. that was much better than it should have been. all in all, i was pleasantly surprised. hopefully Monday Night Raw is good tonight. i know they are bringing back The King of the Ring tournament. that should make for some fun.
the Sunday night shows were excellent. Nurse Jackie was really good. Happyish was a rerun of the pilot episode. i think it's going to be a really good series. Silicon Valley was great. Veep was fucking hilarious. Last Week Tonight was brilliant as usual. watch:
tonight on the DVR will be The Voice and Gotham. i imagine i probably should watch some of Game 7 tonight between the fucking Islanders and the fucking Capitals. the winner faces the New York Rangers in the next round.
mom wanted to go out shopping today. we went to this grocery store that you can also buy just about everything else at. hell, most of the stores around here are turning into this type of place. i did convince mom that i should try Bud Light's new Long Island Iced Tea mix just to see if it is any good or not. good times.
i think tomorrow she wants to go out and try to find a better chair for her at her computer. so, i suppose in the afternoon we'l make a journey to Office Depot or something.
that's all for me today. one of these fucking days i'll get around to sending out some more poems. i've got a couple of places in mind.
hope everyone had a great weekend.
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:
Saliva - Ladies and Gentlemen
Daft Punk - One More Time
Old Crow Medicine Show - Down Home Girl
Elliott Smith - Between the Bars
Tedeschi Trucks Band - Learn How to Love
"We do not write in order to be understood; we write in order to understand." - C. Day Lewis
and your pro wrestling videos of the day:
Sunday, April 26, 2015
and then it all turns to shit...
welcome to the 26th day of National Poetry Month. today i'm shining a light on Donal Mahoney. one of the most prolific poets i have ever read, Donal never lets me down. enjoy the links and find something to share and/or BUY:
http://eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/donal-mahoney-poet.html
http://www.wordriot.org/archives/1296
http://nomansjournal.com/a-poem-by-donal-mahoney/
http://oddballmagazine.com/2014/10/31/poem-by-donal-mahoney-2/
http://bluepepper.blogspot.com/2015/03/new-poetry-by-donal-mahoney.html
had a lovely conversation with the muse last night for about 35 minutes. the problem is the phone call lasted for 45 minutes. but let me rewind the tape here as i have some venting to do. i sent the muse a poem about her that is going to get published here in the summer, as she asked me to do. she read it and said it was a little heartbreaking. i said the truth always is. the problem she had was she never remembers me telling her that i was in love with her. i was crushed. i think i may have only told her a few hundred times over the last 10 years or so. so, after the 35 minutes of her telling me about her life on the west coast, she asks about mine. this is rare as most of our conversations are purely about her and nothing else. so i tell her about the farm, my mother, my father, etc, and the only thing she asks is how much i would be getting from the farm auction. this immediately reminded me of my father as he lived his life solely worried about money and nothing else. after a little back and forth, she asks me if she was always going to be single. i told her that once compromise enters her vocabulary, she'll be fine. and i told her i wasn't speaking about compromise in the way of you changing your morals or beliefs, but more of being tolerant of what others believe. you would have thought i called her a cunt. after she goes on and on about she tried this shit before and never again, the asshole in me had to speak up. so i told her to enjoy being single and miserable. she then calls me an asshole and tells me this is why she never believed me when i said i loved her. this quickly pissed me off as she earlier said she never could remember me telling her that. being the gentleman i am, i thanked her for wasting 45 minutes of my life and hung up on her. so, what i now ask of you, readers, fans, friends, general public, strangers, who the fuck ever... if i EVER speak of the muse again in terms that aren't poetic in nature, you have my PERMISSION to find me, put a gun in my mouth and blow my fucking brains out. i will not allow that CUNT to ruin another day of my life.
the New York Yankees lost yesterday 8-2. i wasn't surprised given the pitching matchup. they play again tonight on ESPN. i'll gladly miss most of that.
needless to say, i didn't sleep good last night. so i was really hoping Manchester United was going to change my vibe for the day. unfortunately, they made it worse. they played like absolute SHIT for the entire 90 minutes. a 3-0 loss at Everton. they are still in 4th, but they need to finish in the top 3 to avoid a playoff for the Champions League. i'm hoping this was just one of those days.
so, in my anger, i decided to put all my music in alphabetical order. nothing like have around a thousand cd's on my bed. took me 3 1/2 hours to get it all done. later this week, i'll do the same with my books. good times.
the WWE is having the Extreme Rules ppv tonight. since i have the WWE Network now, i'm planning on watching it. that means, on the DVR tonight will be Nurse Jackie, Happyish, Silicon Valley, Veep and Last Week Tonight. either the wrestling is going to be so good that i'm in a really good mood and watch a few of those shows before i go to sleep or the wrestling is going to suck and i'm going to watch them all as i'm slowly drinking myself to death.
here's a little music to change the mood:
took mom over to the farm today. she's been letting the family come over and take shit before the auction company decides what they want to auction. of course, mom forgot to make sure she got what she wanted first. i will get to listen to her bitch about this for years to come i imagine. i fed the cats while i was over there. looks like we may be down to 15 cats now. that's all i have seen the last few times over there.
i'm going to get in the shower now (enjoy that visual) and give these old bones a good soaking. i'm in pain from head to toe at the moment. these are the days where i'm certainly yearning for the relief that death will bring.
hope everyone is having a great weekend. i was able to vacuum the house and take out the trash without falling down, so life certainly must be good.
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:
Courtney Barnett - World Cafe Session
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - 40 Day Dream
Suicidal Tendencies - You Can't Bring Me Down
The New Basement Tapes - Down on the Bottom
"I think there is a poem out there for everyone, to be an entrance into the poetry and a relationship with it." - Natasha Trethewey
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
http://eyeonlifemag.com/the-poetry-locksmith/donal-mahoney-poet.html
http://www.wordriot.org/archives/1296
http://nomansjournal.com/a-poem-by-donal-mahoney/
http://oddballmagazine.com/2014/10/31/poem-by-donal-mahoney-2/
http://bluepepper.blogspot.com/2015/03/new-poetry-by-donal-mahoney.html
had a lovely conversation with the muse last night for about 35 minutes. the problem is the phone call lasted for 45 minutes. but let me rewind the tape here as i have some venting to do. i sent the muse a poem about her that is going to get published here in the summer, as she asked me to do. she read it and said it was a little heartbreaking. i said the truth always is. the problem she had was she never remembers me telling her that i was in love with her. i was crushed. i think i may have only told her a few hundred times over the last 10 years or so. so, after the 35 minutes of her telling me about her life on the west coast, she asks about mine. this is rare as most of our conversations are purely about her and nothing else. so i tell her about the farm, my mother, my father, etc, and the only thing she asks is how much i would be getting from the farm auction. this immediately reminded me of my father as he lived his life solely worried about money and nothing else. after a little back and forth, she asks me if she was always going to be single. i told her that once compromise enters her vocabulary, she'll be fine. and i told her i wasn't speaking about compromise in the way of you changing your morals or beliefs, but more of being tolerant of what others believe. you would have thought i called her a cunt. after she goes on and on about she tried this shit before and never again, the asshole in me had to speak up. so i told her to enjoy being single and miserable. she then calls me an asshole and tells me this is why she never believed me when i said i loved her. this quickly pissed me off as she earlier said she never could remember me telling her that. being the gentleman i am, i thanked her for wasting 45 minutes of my life and hung up on her. so, what i now ask of you, readers, fans, friends, general public, strangers, who the fuck ever... if i EVER speak of the muse again in terms that aren't poetic in nature, you have my PERMISSION to find me, put a gun in my mouth and blow my fucking brains out. i will not allow that CUNT to ruin another day of my life.
the New York Yankees lost yesterday 8-2. i wasn't surprised given the pitching matchup. they play again tonight on ESPN. i'll gladly miss most of that.
needless to say, i didn't sleep good last night. so i was really hoping Manchester United was going to change my vibe for the day. unfortunately, they made it worse. they played like absolute SHIT for the entire 90 minutes. a 3-0 loss at Everton. they are still in 4th, but they need to finish in the top 3 to avoid a playoff for the Champions League. i'm hoping this was just one of those days.
so, in my anger, i decided to put all my music in alphabetical order. nothing like have around a thousand cd's on my bed. took me 3 1/2 hours to get it all done. later this week, i'll do the same with my books. good times.
the WWE is having the Extreme Rules ppv tonight. since i have the WWE Network now, i'm planning on watching it. that means, on the DVR tonight will be Nurse Jackie, Happyish, Silicon Valley, Veep and Last Week Tonight. either the wrestling is going to be so good that i'm in a really good mood and watch a few of those shows before i go to sleep or the wrestling is going to suck and i'm going to watch them all as i'm slowly drinking myself to death.
here's a little music to change the mood:
took mom over to the farm today. she's been letting the family come over and take shit before the auction company decides what they want to auction. of course, mom forgot to make sure she got what she wanted first. i will get to listen to her bitch about this for years to come i imagine. i fed the cats while i was over there. looks like we may be down to 15 cats now. that's all i have seen the last few times over there.
i'm going to get in the shower now (enjoy that visual) and give these old bones a good soaking. i'm in pain from head to toe at the moment. these are the days where i'm certainly yearning for the relief that death will bring.
hope everyone is having a great weekend. i was able to vacuum the house and take out the trash without falling down, so life certainly must be good.
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:
Courtney Barnett - World Cafe Session
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros - 40 Day Dream
Suicidal Tendencies - You Can't Bring Me Down
The New Basement Tapes - Down on the Bottom
"I think there is a poem out there for everyone, to be an entrance into the poetry and a relationship with it." - Natasha Trethewey
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Saturday, April 25, 2015
what a night
welcome to the 25th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a light on a poet i have really admired over the years, the Poet Spiel. a great writer, an incredible artist, all in all, one of those rare breeds that can do a bit of everything really fucking good. i hope you enjoy the links below and find something you want to share or even BUY.
http://www.thepoetspiel.name/
http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-13/spiel.html
http://www.saatchiart.com/taylspiel
http://www.thepoetspiel.name/The_Official_Website_of_The.html
http://www.amazon.com/Barely-Breathing-Poems-Poet-Spiel/dp/1596611359
the New York Rangers got off to a great start last night, scoring on the power play (what a concept) early in the first period. the Penguins tied the game in the second on a goal that shouldn't of counted, but i figured it would as all of those fucks that work in the office in Toronto are all ex-Rangers that are fucking bitter about their time in New York. no scoring in the 3rd, which set up yet another OT that would finish 2-1. knowing that the Rangers won the other 3 games in this series 2-1, i felt confident. OT was wide the fuck open. both teams wanted to finish the game off. that made for some entertaining hockey. and then Carl Hagelin scored the biggest goal of his life:
that lead to this:
here are the highlights from the game. 12 more wins to go boys:
the New York Yankees got some more great pitching last night and used the long ball to beat the Mets 6-1. that made me really happy as it stopped the Mets from setting their longest winning streak in franchise history. they will play again this afternoon.
i decided to not have victory beers last night and turned to the hard liquor. 1 glass, 2 ice cubes, Jameson Irish Whiskey and some Coca-Cola. by the second one, it was a little more liquor than cola. good times.
my apologies to the muse for not calling her last night. rain + bone spurs = pain. pain + liquor = sleep.
here's a little late night music for you:
hate to cut this short, but mom and i are getting ready to go south of town to take some papers to be shredded and then she wants to go out furniture shopping. i figure this also means lunch out in public. i suppose i should put on some deodorant.
i did watch VICE last night. another great fucking episode.
on the DVR today will be ROH. i believe Saturday Night Live is a rerun. i think Austin City Limits will end up on the DVR even though it's a rerun as well. i think Jack White is on.
that's all for me today. it's supposed to rain all day long, so i'm really thrilled. hope everyone is having a great weekend. or at the very least, not waking up in a strange bed after a wild Friday night.
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:
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
Iron Maiden - The Trooper
Rival Sons - Electric Man
U2 - All I Want Is You
Empire of the Sun - Alive
"One does not become a guru by accident." - James Fenton
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
http://www.thepoetspiel.name/
http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-13/spiel.html
http://www.saatchiart.com/taylspiel
http://www.thepoetspiel.name/The_Official_Website_of_The.html
http://www.amazon.com/Barely-Breathing-Poems-Poet-Spiel/dp/1596611359
the New York Rangers got off to a great start last night, scoring on the power play (what a concept) early in the first period. the Penguins tied the game in the second on a goal that shouldn't of counted, but i figured it would as all of those fucks that work in the office in Toronto are all ex-Rangers that are fucking bitter about their time in New York. no scoring in the 3rd, which set up yet another OT that would finish 2-1. knowing that the Rangers won the other 3 games in this series 2-1, i felt confident. OT was wide the fuck open. both teams wanted to finish the game off. that made for some entertaining hockey. and then Carl Hagelin scored the biggest goal of his life:
the New York Yankees got some more great pitching last night and used the long ball to beat the Mets 6-1. that made me really happy as it stopped the Mets from setting their longest winning streak in franchise history. they will play again this afternoon.
i decided to not have victory beers last night and turned to the hard liquor. 1 glass, 2 ice cubes, Jameson Irish Whiskey and some Coca-Cola. by the second one, it was a little more liquor than cola. good times.
my apologies to the muse for not calling her last night. rain + bone spurs = pain. pain + liquor = sleep.
here's a little late night music for you:
hate to cut this short, but mom and i are getting ready to go south of town to take some papers to be shredded and then she wants to go out furniture shopping. i figure this also means lunch out in public. i suppose i should put on some deodorant.
i did watch VICE last night. another great fucking episode.
on the DVR today will be ROH. i believe Saturday Night Live is a rerun. i think Austin City Limits will end up on the DVR even though it's a rerun as well. i think Jack White is on.
that's all for me today. it's supposed to rain all day long, so i'm really thrilled. hope everyone is having a great weekend. or at the very least, not waking up in a strange bed after a wild Friday night.
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:
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
Iron Maiden - The Trooper
Rival Sons - Electric Man
U2 - All I Want Is You
Empire of the Sun - Alive
"One does not become a guru by accident." - James Fenton
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Friday, April 24, 2015
what to do when odd phrases hit you at 2 in the morning while taking a piss
welcome to the 24th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a light on the poet Paul Tristram. i have become aware of Paul's work in the last few years and i am very impressed. hopefully in the next few links, you'll find something you enjoy as well:
http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/
https://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/04/24/the-wooden-pillowed-hotel-by-paul-tristram/
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/04/paul-tristram-three-poems_12.html
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/poetry/paul-tristram-8/
http://poppyroadreview.blogspot.com/2015/02/a-strange-day-living-without-you-again.html
while on the topic of poetry, the title of this blog represents exactly what happened to me last night. i would mention what the phrase was but i won't. you can read it when the poem gets published. i ended up writing 3 poems last night/this morning. i really like them after i typed them up. i will probably squeeze out a submission here in the next few days.
mom and i took another load of shit to Goodwill today. slowly but surely, the garage and farm are getting cleaned out. tomorrow morning i have to drive down south of town and have 9 boxes of papers get shredded. that will certainly clean some more room out.
the shows last night were excellent. The Big Bang Theory was very good. Lip Sync Battle was ok, although i couldn't help but laugh at Mike Tyson:
The Comedians was fucking hilarious last night. i think that was the best show so far. Louie was uncomfortable. that isn't a bad thing. i love that Louie does a show that doesn't have you laugh at every fucking second.
and then this made me laugh:
the New York Yankees start a series at home tonight with the Mets. i would be watching all of it, but a certain hockey team is playing tonight.
the New York Rangers have a chance tonight to close out the Penguins. i'm hoping they take advantage of this chance tonight and get it done. if they do, it will be in the exact number of games i picked before the playoffs started, 5. that will have nearly all of my attention tonight.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone has a wonderful weekend planned. it's going to fucking rain here, so no wonderful in the forecast for me anytime soon.
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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Kevin Garrett - Coloring (* FREE on iTunes)
Young Summer - Blood Love
K's Choice - Not an Addict
Kings of Leon - Cold Desert
"A person who knows how to laugh at himself will never ceased to be amused." - Shirley MacLaine
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/
https://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/04/24/the-wooden-pillowed-hotel-by-paul-tristram/
http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com/2015/04/paul-tristram-three-poems_12.html
http://www.horrorsleazetrash.com/poetry/paul-tristram-8/
http://poppyroadreview.blogspot.com/2015/02/a-strange-day-living-without-you-again.html
while on the topic of poetry, the title of this blog represents exactly what happened to me last night. i would mention what the phrase was but i won't. you can read it when the poem gets published. i ended up writing 3 poems last night/this morning. i really like them after i typed them up. i will probably squeeze out a submission here in the next few days.
mom and i took another load of shit to Goodwill today. slowly but surely, the garage and farm are getting cleaned out. tomorrow morning i have to drive down south of town and have 9 boxes of papers get shredded. that will certainly clean some more room out.
the shows last night were excellent. The Big Bang Theory was very good. Lip Sync Battle was ok, although i couldn't help but laugh at Mike Tyson:
and then this made me laugh:
the New York Yankees start a series at home tonight with the Mets. i would be watching all of it, but a certain hockey team is playing tonight.
the New York Rangers have a chance tonight to close out the Penguins. i'm hoping they take advantage of this chance tonight and get it done. if they do, it will be in the exact number of games i picked before the playoffs started, 5. that will have nearly all of my attention tonight.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone has a wonderful weekend planned. it's going to fucking rain here, so no wonderful in the forecast for me anytime soon.
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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Kevin Garrett - Coloring (* FREE on iTunes)
Young Summer - Blood Love
K's Choice - Not an Addict
Kings of Leon - Cold Desert
"A person who knows how to laugh at himself will never ceased to be amused." - Shirley MacLaine
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Thursday, April 23, 2015
drinking myself to sleep
welcome to the 23rd day of National Poetry Month. today, we're back to the random YouTube videos. enjoy:
the New York Rangers started like absolute shit last night. they got dominated at every aspect of the game. thankfully, they were only down 1-0. i guess AV lit a fire in the first intermission and the boys responded. they tied the game and eventually got it to overtime. and then, Kevin Hayes scored the biggest goal of his life:
that win gives the Rangers a 3-1 series lead and the chance to finish off the Penguins on Friday at MSG. here are the highlights from the game:
Lucha Underground was great last night. even if you are not a fan of pro wrestling, you'd be entertained. enjoy:
NXT was excellent last night as well. 2 matches really had me excited:
the New York Yankees made me look like a fool and absolutely whipped one of the best pitchers in the American League last night, 13-4. they go for the series win this afternoon before they start a weekend series against the Mets.
got some great music on NoiseTrade last night. i'll be sure to include the link in the music section below.
here's some things that made me laugh last night:
tonight on the television docket will be some playoff hockey, The Big Bang Theory, The Comedians, Louie and Lip Sync Battle. the DVR will be busy.
i did catch up on Deadliest Catch last night while enjoying my victory beers. yet another excellent episode. i feel for Edgar on the Northwestern, having a bad back fucking sucks.
that's all for me today. i'm hoping the weather is going to get warmer. but, seeing that it got down to 28 degrees last night, i highly doubt it.
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:
No Sinner - Three Sheets To The Wind
Bell X1 - Velcro
The Iguanas - Mexican Candy
Oleander - Why I'm Here
Ryan Bingham - Bluebird
"For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike." - Edwin Markham
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
the New York Rangers started like absolute shit last night. they got dominated at every aspect of the game. thankfully, they were only down 1-0. i guess AV lit a fire in the first intermission and the boys responded. they tied the game and eventually got it to overtime. and then, Kevin Hayes scored the biggest goal of his life:
Lucha Underground was great last night. even if you are not a fan of pro wrestling, you'd be entertained. enjoy:
NXT was excellent last night as well. 2 matches really had me excited:
the New York Yankees made me look like a fool and absolutely whipped one of the best pitchers in the American League last night, 13-4. they go for the series win this afternoon before they start a weekend series against the Mets.
got some great music on NoiseTrade last night. i'll be sure to include the link in the music section below.
here's some things that made me laugh last night:
tonight on the television docket will be some playoff hockey, The Big Bang Theory, The Comedians, Louie and Lip Sync Battle. the DVR will be busy.
i did catch up on Deadliest Catch last night while enjoying my victory beers. yet another excellent episode. i feel for Edgar on the Northwestern, having a bad back fucking sucks.
that's all for me today. i'm hoping the weather is going to get warmer. but, seeing that it got down to 28 degrees last night, i highly doubt it.
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:
No Sinner - Three Sheets To The Wind
Bell X1 - Velcro
The Iguanas - Mexican Candy
Oleander - Why I'm Here
Ryan Bingham - Bluebird
"For all your days be prepared, and meet them ever alike. When you are the anvil, bear - when you are the hammer, strike." - Edwin Markham
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Wednesday, April 22, 2015
do the earth
anyone who immediately recognizes that the title to today's blog is my favorite Guided By Voices song is my new best friend.
welcome to the 22nd day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a solar light on a great poet, friend, and just a cool fucking dude, Hosho McCreesh. Hosho is one of those dudes that does a little bit of everything. enjoy the links, BUY some things, and maybe make yourself a drink along the way.
http://www.hoshomccreesh.com/
https://rustytruck.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/6-drunken-poems-by-hosho-mccreesh/
http://poets.nyq.org/poet/hoshomccreesh
http://wordsdance.com/2013/07/poetry-matters-with-rebecca-schumejda-hosho-mccreesh/
http://www.amazon.com/Hosho-McCreesh/e/B005AONLX4
and now a couple of videos:
i typed up the three poems about my father this morning. not sure when or if i'll be sending those out.
the New York Yankees got some great pitching once again last night and the offense decided to join in for a change. a good 5-2 win over a very good Tigers team. hopefully the Yankees can get a winning streak going again tonight. it won't be easy.
the New York Rangers go for a big 3-1 series lead tonight against the Penguins. hopefully the great road defense shows up again.
i was pretty happy with who got voted off The Voice last night. i think the best 8 performers are still on the show now. the competition will be pretty damn tough from here on out.
i haven't even got around to watching Deadliest Catch from last night. and since i have to take mom to the grocery store here in a little bit, i highly doubt i will get to watch it before the games tonight.
so, also on the DVR tonight will be Lucha Underground and i will have to hop on the WWE Network at some point to catch NXT.
Undateable was really fucking funny last night. that show is quickly becoming a guilty pleasure.
the weather has taken a turn back to winter today. the windchill makes it feel like it's in the 30's today. so much for spring.
for a little twist today, here's some music for you:
that's all for me today. i need to get ready to go to the grocery store and be the creepy fucker looking at hot women. good times.
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:
The Black Angels - Evil Things
Ryan Adams - Gimme Something Good
JJ Grey & Mofro - 99 Shades of Crazy
Swedish House Mafia - Save The World (Knife Party Remix)
Barenaked Ladies - What a Good Boy
"The sole equality on earth is death." - Philip James Bailey
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
welcome to the 22nd day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a solar light on a great poet, friend, and just a cool fucking dude, Hosho McCreesh. Hosho is one of those dudes that does a little bit of everything. enjoy the links, BUY some things, and maybe make yourself a drink along the way.
http://www.hoshomccreesh.com/
https://rustytruck.wordpress.com/2012/08/26/6-drunken-poems-by-hosho-mccreesh/
http://poets.nyq.org/poet/hoshomccreesh
http://wordsdance.com/2013/07/poetry-matters-with-rebecca-schumejda-hosho-mccreesh/
http://www.amazon.com/Hosho-McCreesh/e/B005AONLX4
and now a couple of videos:
i typed up the three poems about my father this morning. not sure when or if i'll be sending those out.
the New York Yankees got some great pitching once again last night and the offense decided to join in for a change. a good 5-2 win over a very good Tigers team. hopefully the Yankees can get a winning streak going again tonight. it won't be easy.
the New York Rangers go for a big 3-1 series lead tonight against the Penguins. hopefully the great road defense shows up again.
i was pretty happy with who got voted off The Voice last night. i think the best 8 performers are still on the show now. the competition will be pretty damn tough from here on out.
i haven't even got around to watching Deadliest Catch from last night. and since i have to take mom to the grocery store here in a little bit, i highly doubt i will get to watch it before the games tonight.
so, also on the DVR tonight will be Lucha Underground and i will have to hop on the WWE Network at some point to catch NXT.
Undateable was really fucking funny last night. that show is quickly becoming a guilty pleasure.
the weather has taken a turn back to winter today. the windchill makes it feel like it's in the 30's today. so much for spring.
for a little twist today, here's some music for you:
that's all for me today. i need to get ready to go to the grocery store and be the creepy fucker looking at hot women. good times.
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:
The Black Angels - Evil Things
Ryan Adams - Gimme Something Good
JJ Grey & Mofro - 99 Shades of Crazy
Swedish House Mafia - Save The World (Knife Party Remix)
Barenaked Ladies - What a Good Boy
"The sole equality on earth is death." - Philip James Bailey
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Tuesday, April 21, 2015
catharsis
welcome to the 21st day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a light on a great poet and friend, Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal. if you are not familiar with his work, please use these links to get to know it and BUY something. enjoy:
http://www.thehypertexts.com/Luis_Cuauhtemoc_Berriozabal_Poetry_Picture_Bio.htm
http://www.tryst3.com/issue21/berriozabal.html
http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1684
http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/luis-cuauhtemoc-berriozabal-311/
http://www.amazon.com/Raw-Materials-Luis-Cuauhtemoc-Berriozabal/dp/B0028IQGE6
while on the topic of poetry, i finally put pen to paper today with all the shit regarding my father. i haven't typed the three poems up yet, as i really needed to walk away from them for a bit just so i don't let emotion get too involved. as you might imagine, this was a bit of a catharsis. as much as i needed it, it doesn't solve anything really. his death will be the only thing that will cleanse me i suppose.
a little warning, i've been listening to a ton of music here lately, so be prepared.
the New York Rangers once again last night proved why they are the best road team in the NHL. 40 very tight minutes where they built the lead. the last 20 minutes they did bend but did not break. a 2-1 win to go up 2 games to 1 in the series. highlights below:
the New York Yankees pissed away some great pitching last night from CC and lost in Detroit 2-1. hopefully they can do better tonight.
i caught up on all the shows i missed last night this morning/afternoon. Gotham was great. i really can't wait to see how the last two episodes of the season play out. Monday Night Raw was pretty good. it wasn't exactly how i thought they would go into a ppv, but their creative team seems lost anymore. The Voice had two performances that absolutely blew me away:
i'll be interested to see who makes the top 8 tonight.
on the DVR tonight will be Deadliest Catch and whatever late night shows i decide i should get sleep instead of staying up for.
here's this gem from last night:
that's all for me today. the wind is finally starting to settle down here. of course, it almost made it to 60 degrees today. oh well.
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: (* FREE on iTunes)
Citizen Cope - Sideways
The Lone Bellow - Take My Love*
Sturgill Simpson - Life of Sin
Kanye West w/Jay Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver - Monster
Drenge - We Can Do What We Want*
Julian Moon - A Cup of Coffee*
Meghan Linsey - Home
Jamey Johnson - Alabama Pines
The Wombats - Emoticons*
Koryn Hawthorne - Make It Rain
Antony - If It Be Your Will
"Who has the words at the right moment?" - Charlotte Bronte
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
http://www.thehypertexts.com/Luis_Cuauhtemoc_Berriozabal_Poetry_Picture_Bio.htm
http://www.tryst3.com/issue21/berriozabal.html
http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1684
http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/luis-cuauhtemoc-berriozabal-311/
http://www.amazon.com/Raw-Materials-Luis-Cuauhtemoc-Berriozabal/dp/B0028IQGE6
while on the topic of poetry, i finally put pen to paper today with all the shit regarding my father. i haven't typed the three poems up yet, as i really needed to walk away from them for a bit just so i don't let emotion get too involved. as you might imagine, this was a bit of a catharsis. as much as i needed it, it doesn't solve anything really. his death will be the only thing that will cleanse me i suppose.
a little warning, i've been listening to a ton of music here lately, so be prepared.
the New York Rangers once again last night proved why they are the best road team in the NHL. 40 very tight minutes where they built the lead. the last 20 minutes they did bend but did not break. a 2-1 win to go up 2 games to 1 in the series. highlights below:
the New York Yankees pissed away some great pitching last night from CC and lost in Detroit 2-1. hopefully they can do better tonight.
i caught up on all the shows i missed last night this morning/afternoon. Gotham was great. i really can't wait to see how the last two episodes of the season play out. Monday Night Raw was pretty good. it wasn't exactly how i thought they would go into a ppv, but their creative team seems lost anymore. The Voice had two performances that absolutely blew me away:
on the DVR tonight will be Deadliest Catch and whatever late night shows i decide i should get sleep instead of staying up for.
here's this gem from last night:
that's all for me today. the wind is finally starting to settle down here. of course, it almost made it to 60 degrees today. oh well.
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: (* FREE on iTunes)
Citizen Cope - Sideways
The Lone Bellow - Take My Love*
Sturgill Simpson - Life of Sin
Kanye West w/Jay Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver - Monster
Drenge - We Can Do What We Want*
Julian Moon - A Cup of Coffee*
Meghan Linsey - Home
Jamey Johnson - Alabama Pines
The Wombats - Emoticons*
Koryn Hawthorne - Make It Rain
Antony - If It Be Your Will
"Who has the words at the right moment?" - Charlotte Bronte
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Monday, April 20, 2015
happy 4/20 day
welcome to the 20th day of National Poetry Month. today, i want to shine a bright light, bright enough to get through all the pot smoke, on my friend and great poet, Doug Draime. Doug is easily one of the best poets around. catch me on the right day and i would put Doug up there with the greats of all-time. please enjoy the links and do yourself a favor and BUY something. Doug and i might have some news to pass along in the coming months. hopefully, more on that in the summer. enjoy the links my friends:
http://www.myfavoritebullet.com/PPdraime.html
http://www.wordriot.org/archives/774
http://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2015/03/featuring-doug-draime.html
http://bluelakereview.weebly.com/two-by-doug-draime.html
http://poemsoncrime.blogspot.com/2013/03/doug-draime.html
today always brings back the memories of when i used to smoke weed. that was one of the only ways i think i could make it through my teenage years. and honestly, if my mother wasn't allergic (i've always doubted that) to it, i would be an avid grower and smoker of it. they are trying to make it completely legal in Ohio. fuck, i might have to get registered to vote again.
i think i might have worked nearly all day long yesterday helping mom in the garage. we got a lot done. it's more organized chaos now than just a fucking mess.
it didn't help that it rained nearly all of yesterday. and then this morning, yet another cold front moved through. this one will get everyone sick as the wind chills are going to be back in the 30's. so much for wearing shorts.
the New York Yankees completed the sweep yesterday in Tampa, 5-3. that gets them back to .500 and just 1 game out of first place in the division. of course, they are now in Detroit to start a very tough series tonight.
the New York Rangers play Game 3 of their series against the Penguins tonight in Pittsburgh. hopefully the best road team in the league shows it tonight.
also on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw, Gotham and The Voice.
i suppose i'm either going to be up real late or up real early to catch up on everything tonight.
i'm cutting this a bit short today as i need to go over to the farm and feed the cats, find the trash cans, etc. etc. i guess mom heard back from the guy doing the auction for the farm. 8 families came through on Saturday for the first open house. he told her that all of them seemed very interested. god, i hope he's right. i would love for the property to go for somewhere near $500,000. that would make life so much easier for my mother. might even help me a little.
i do hope everyone had a great weekend. enjoy the purple have today kids.
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:
"The uncreative mind can spot wrong answers, but it takes a very creative mind to spot wrong questions." - Antony Jay
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
http://www.myfavoritebullet.com/PPdraime.html
http://www.wordriot.org/archives/774
http://georgedanderson.blogspot.com/2015/03/featuring-doug-draime.html
http://bluelakereview.weebly.com/two-by-doug-draime.html
http://poemsoncrime.blogspot.com/2013/03/doug-draime.html
today always brings back the memories of when i used to smoke weed. that was one of the only ways i think i could make it through my teenage years. and honestly, if my mother wasn't allergic (i've always doubted that) to it, i would be an avid grower and smoker of it. they are trying to make it completely legal in Ohio. fuck, i might have to get registered to vote again.
i think i might have worked nearly all day long yesterday helping mom in the garage. we got a lot done. it's more organized chaos now than just a fucking mess.
it didn't help that it rained nearly all of yesterday. and then this morning, yet another cold front moved through. this one will get everyone sick as the wind chills are going to be back in the 30's. so much for wearing shorts.
the New York Yankees completed the sweep yesterday in Tampa, 5-3. that gets them back to .500 and just 1 game out of first place in the division. of course, they are now in Detroit to start a very tough series tonight.
the New York Rangers play Game 3 of their series against the Penguins tonight in Pittsburgh. hopefully the best road team in the league shows it tonight.
also on the DVR tonight will be Monday Night Raw, Gotham and The Voice.
i suppose i'm either going to be up real late or up real early to catch up on everything tonight.
i'm cutting this a bit short today as i need to go over to the farm and feed the cats, find the trash cans, etc. etc. i guess mom heard back from the guy doing the auction for the farm. 8 families came through on Saturday for the first open house. he told her that all of them seemed very interested. god, i hope he's right. i would love for the property to go for somewhere near $500,000. that would make life so much easier for my mother. might even help me a little.
i do hope everyone had a great weekend. enjoy the purple have today kids.
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:
"The uncreative mind can spot wrong answers, but it takes a very creative mind to spot wrong questions." - Antony Jay
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Sunday, April 19, 2015
you know things are bad if i'm drinking coffee
welcome to the 19th day of National Poetry Month. i'm in pain and feeling fucking lazy today, so please enjoy three random YouTube videos:
the New York Rangers lost game 2 last night 4-3. this didn't surprise me as it has been since 1994 that the Rangers have won the first two games of a series at home. what i didn't like was how they let Cindy get going in this series. as much as i hate the fucker, the Rangers don't have that type of player on their team. but, they are the best road team in the NHL this season. on Monday, the Rangers will get the chance to prove it.
as for the Draft Lottery last night, i can't believe a team can fail forward as much as Edmonton can. i would love to see Connor McDavid say he doesn't want to play there since it's painfully obvious the management has no fucking clue what they are doing. not that i want to see him in Toronto either. maybe everyone can relive the Eric Lindros saga all over again and this time the Rangers can win it.
the New York Yankees got some great pitching last night from Tanaka and the offense finally had someone other than A-Rod explode. a clinical 9-0 win. holy shit, two wins in a row and a series win. they go for the sweep today.
i watched a little UFC last night as well as ROH. ROH was excellent once again.
we're supposed to get some heavy rain today and thunderstorms. of course we are, i put out the trash at the farm early this morning. why wouldn't it storm...
mom wants to start going through the shit in the garage today. looks like i'll be icing my back tonight.
on the DVR tonight will be Veep, Silicon Valley, Last Week Tonight and Nurse Jackie. i'm counting down the days until Penny Dreadful comes back.
that's all for me today. the rain is starting (at least that's what my ankle is telling me) and i know mom is waiting for me to help her in the garage.
hope everyone is recovering nicely from the drunken chaos of yesterday.
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:
T.I. w/Rihanna - Live Your Life
Butthole Surfers - Pepper
Hank Williams III - Whiskey, Weed, & Women
Concrete Blonde, Tomorrow, Wendy
The Verve - Drugs Don't Work
"Sometimes life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging." - Dar Williams
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
the New York Rangers lost game 2 last night 4-3. this didn't surprise me as it has been since 1994 that the Rangers have won the first two games of a series at home. what i didn't like was how they let Cindy get going in this series. as much as i hate the fucker, the Rangers don't have that type of player on their team. but, they are the best road team in the NHL this season. on Monday, the Rangers will get the chance to prove it.
as for the Draft Lottery last night, i can't believe a team can fail forward as much as Edmonton can. i would love to see Connor McDavid say he doesn't want to play there since it's painfully obvious the management has no fucking clue what they are doing. not that i want to see him in Toronto either. maybe everyone can relive the Eric Lindros saga all over again and this time the Rangers can win it.
the New York Yankees got some great pitching last night from Tanaka and the offense finally had someone other than A-Rod explode. a clinical 9-0 win. holy shit, two wins in a row and a series win. they go for the sweep today.
i watched a little UFC last night as well as ROH. ROH was excellent once again.
we're supposed to get some heavy rain today and thunderstorms. of course we are, i put out the trash at the farm early this morning. why wouldn't it storm...
mom wants to start going through the shit in the garage today. looks like i'll be icing my back tonight.
on the DVR tonight will be Veep, Silicon Valley, Last Week Tonight and Nurse Jackie. i'm counting down the days until Penny Dreadful comes back.
that's all for me today. the rain is starting (at least that's what my ankle is telling me) and i know mom is waiting for me to help her in the garage.
hope everyone is recovering nicely from the drunken chaos of yesterday.
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:
T.I. w/Rihanna - Live Your Life
Butthole Surfers - Pepper
Hank Williams III - Whiskey, Weed, & Women
Concrete Blonde, Tomorrow, Wendy
The Verve - Drugs Don't Work
"Sometimes life gives us lessons sent in ridiculous packaging." - Dar Williams
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Saturday, April 18, 2015
open the windows and take a nap
welcome to the 18th day of National Poetry Month. i want to shine a bright light on one of my favorite female poets, and also a follower of this blog, Ally Malinenko. i have been a fan of Ally's work for years. i hope you click on these next few links, find some poems or stories you enjoy, BUY something and support one of the better humans out there. enjoy:
http://allymalinenko.com/
http://drunkinamidnightchoir.com/author/allymalinenko/
http://www.madswirl.com/content/poetry/Ally_Malinenko.html
http://thebluehourmagazine.com/2015/02/22/3-poems-by-ally-malinenko-3/
http://www.amazon.com/Ally-Malinenko/e/B008NAHWKK
the weather today and yesterday has been nearly fucking perfect. if i was in a better mood or not in pain at the moment, i might actually open the windows and take a long nap. of course, i don't live in that utopia. my right ankle has been killing me all day long. and the joy of all joys, i woke up this morning with my left hip bothering me. my life would be nearly complete if i can find out that i now have arthritis in my hip. i believe this is god testing how soon will i drink myself to death. good times.
Manchester United had a couple of juicy chances today against Chelsea. unfortunately, it was one of those fucking days where nothing would click just right. and i think all of us knew, if Chelsea scored first, they were going to park the bus and make the game fucking boring. sure enough, that's what happened. Chelsea won 1-0. they will win the title this year, i have no doubt of that. hopefully United will finish in the top 4. i like their chances of doing that even with the loss today.
the New York Yankees won last night 5-4. A-Rod hit 2 home runs and drove in 4. i guess the year off with a drug suspension did him good. the bullpen was great last night. hopefully they can win two games in a row for the first time this season tonight. lord knows, i could use a victory beer.
i'll watch a little of that until the New York Rangers play game 2 of their series with the Penguins tonight. hopefully, the boys will get the job done again tonight.
on the DVR tonight will be ROH. that should be another great episode. i'll probably watch it tomorrow morning before i head over to the farm to take out the trash.
i helped mom this morning at the farm. we cleaned up the house as best we could. today was the first open house. i really hope that this auction in a few weeks will be a huge success. and i really hope my truck gets sold as well as the farm. i could use the money.
that's all for me today kids. i'm going to crawl in bed and start dreaming of Latin women burying my face in their ass and hope all my pain goes away. i guess i better keep the lotion nearby.
i hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend.
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:
Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell
The Orwells - Let It Burn (Live)
The Firm - Satisfaction Guaranteed
Seether - Careless Whisper
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Phenomena
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." - Clarence Darrow
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
http://allymalinenko.com/
http://drunkinamidnightchoir.com/author/allymalinenko/
http://www.madswirl.com/content/poetry/Ally_Malinenko.html
http://thebluehourmagazine.com/2015/02/22/3-poems-by-ally-malinenko-3/
http://www.amazon.com/Ally-Malinenko/e/B008NAHWKK
the weather today and yesterday has been nearly fucking perfect. if i was in a better mood or not in pain at the moment, i might actually open the windows and take a long nap. of course, i don't live in that utopia. my right ankle has been killing me all day long. and the joy of all joys, i woke up this morning with my left hip bothering me. my life would be nearly complete if i can find out that i now have arthritis in my hip. i believe this is god testing how soon will i drink myself to death. good times.
Manchester United had a couple of juicy chances today against Chelsea. unfortunately, it was one of those fucking days where nothing would click just right. and i think all of us knew, if Chelsea scored first, they were going to park the bus and make the game fucking boring. sure enough, that's what happened. Chelsea won 1-0. they will win the title this year, i have no doubt of that. hopefully United will finish in the top 4. i like their chances of doing that even with the loss today.
the New York Yankees won last night 5-4. A-Rod hit 2 home runs and drove in 4. i guess the year off with a drug suspension did him good. the bullpen was great last night. hopefully they can win two games in a row for the first time this season tonight. lord knows, i could use a victory beer.
i'll watch a little of that until the New York Rangers play game 2 of their series with the Penguins tonight. hopefully, the boys will get the job done again tonight.
on the DVR tonight will be ROH. that should be another great episode. i'll probably watch it tomorrow morning before i head over to the farm to take out the trash.
i helped mom this morning at the farm. we cleaned up the house as best we could. today was the first open house. i really hope that this auction in a few weeks will be a huge success. and i really hope my truck gets sold as well as the farm. i could use the money.
that's all for me today kids. i'm going to crawl in bed and start dreaming of Latin women burying my face in their ass and hope all my pain goes away. i guess i better keep the lotion nearby.
i hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend.
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:
Black Sabbath - Heaven And Hell
The Orwells - Let It Burn (Live)
The Firm - Satisfaction Guaranteed
Seether - Careless Whisper
Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Phenomena
"I have never killed a man, but I have read many obituaries with great pleasure." - Clarence Darrow
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Friday, April 17, 2015
and then the sun came out...
welcome to the 17th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm going to shine a bright light on a great poet and a man i consider a friend, Alan Catlin. truly one of the better poets around. and he's been around my friends. dig into some of these links, BUY some books, and truly enjoy one of the finer ones that has ever come around.
http://www.wordriot.org/template.php?ID=366
http://rivetjournal.com/issue1/three-poems-by-alan-catlin/
http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-6/catlin.html
http://www.rattle.com/poetry/to-hell-in-a-handbasket-by-alan-catlin/
http://www.albanypoets.com/poets/alan-catlin/
my sister stayed for over 3 hours with my father and family she forgot she had yesterday. she also met my father's wife for the last 10 years, her sister, etc. etc. i guess my sister did set the story straight to my father's wife on why the divorce happened, why we never came around, etc. etc. knowing my father, i can wisely guess that he told his wife that my mom turned us kids against him and we wanted nothing to do with him even though he did all these things for us over the years. my father believed that all he needed to do was provide a roof and food. anything else was my mother's job and she had to pay for it. my father gladly worked over 80 hours a week for over 30 years. gee, i can't imagine why he's on the verge of death at the age of 68. of course, my sister tells me he's not as close as we were let on by his sister. he is eating. he is talking. my sister got the room number in case i wanted to go. i told her i would go to the funeral and help put dirt on the grave.
the New York Rangers got their playoffs off to a great start last night scoring just 28 seconds in:
they scored again on the power play and then held on for the rest of the game for a 2-1 win. 15 more wins to go boys. here are some highlights from the game:
the New York Yankees are playing as i type this. i was hoping to get this done before the game started but sometimes, life gets in the way. i believe A-Rod has homered again, so hopefully i'll be enjoying a victory beer later tonight.
mom and i went out today to get some frames and other shit for all of the memorabilia i have here at the house. so, for the first time in my life, i'll actually get to display all of it. when i do get all of that up, i'll take some pictures. it's going to look fucking insane, trust me.
the shows last night were really good. The Big Bang Theory was hilarious. Louie was fucking great. any show that starts off with a guy shitting his pants is a winner. The Comedians was really funny. and then, suddenly becoming my guilty pleasure, Lip Sync Battle. this show is more funny than it should be. enjoy:
tonight is going to be mostly flipping between baseball and playoff hockey games. and maybe i'll get around to eating dinner sometime soon.
i wasn't thrilled when i found out this morning that Manchester United has 4 new injuries. especially when that news is announced the day before they play at Chelsea. i'll be on here tomorrow after that game. i'm not expecting to be in a good mood.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone had a great Friday and is fucking ready for the weekend.
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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Metallica - One (Live)
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
My Morning Jacket - Suspicious Minds (Live)
DJ Shadow - Midnight In A Perfect World
Chris Stapleton - Traveller
Pearl Jam - Sirens
"An incinerator is a writer's best friend" - Thornton Wilder
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
http://www.wordriot.org/template.php?ID=366
http://rivetjournal.com/issue1/three-poems-by-alan-catlin/
http://misfitmagazine.net/archive/No-6/catlin.html
http://www.rattle.com/poetry/to-hell-in-a-handbasket-by-alan-catlin/
http://www.albanypoets.com/poets/alan-catlin/
my sister stayed for over 3 hours with my father and family she forgot she had yesterday. she also met my father's wife for the last 10 years, her sister, etc. etc. i guess my sister did set the story straight to my father's wife on why the divorce happened, why we never came around, etc. etc. knowing my father, i can wisely guess that he told his wife that my mom turned us kids against him and we wanted nothing to do with him even though he did all these things for us over the years. my father believed that all he needed to do was provide a roof and food. anything else was my mother's job and she had to pay for it. my father gladly worked over 80 hours a week for over 30 years. gee, i can't imagine why he's on the verge of death at the age of 68. of course, my sister tells me he's not as close as we were let on by his sister. he is eating. he is talking. my sister got the room number in case i wanted to go. i told her i would go to the funeral and help put dirt on the grave.
the New York Rangers got their playoffs off to a great start last night scoring just 28 seconds in:
the New York Yankees are playing as i type this. i was hoping to get this done before the game started but sometimes, life gets in the way. i believe A-Rod has homered again, so hopefully i'll be enjoying a victory beer later tonight.
mom and i went out today to get some frames and other shit for all of the memorabilia i have here at the house. so, for the first time in my life, i'll actually get to display all of it. when i do get all of that up, i'll take some pictures. it's going to look fucking insane, trust me.
the shows last night were really good. The Big Bang Theory was hilarious. Louie was fucking great. any show that starts off with a guy shitting his pants is a winner. The Comedians was really funny. and then, suddenly becoming my guilty pleasure, Lip Sync Battle. this show is more funny than it should be. enjoy:
tonight is going to be mostly flipping between baseball and playoff hockey games. and maybe i'll get around to eating dinner sometime soon.
i wasn't thrilled when i found out this morning that Manchester United has 4 new injuries. especially when that news is announced the day before they play at Chelsea. i'll be on here tomorrow after that game. i'm not expecting to be in a good mood.
that's all for me today. i hope everyone had a great Friday and is fucking ready for the weekend.
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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Metallica - One (Live)
Traffic - Dear Mr. Fantasy
My Morning Jacket - Suspicious Minds (Live)
DJ Shadow - Midnight In A Perfect World
Chris Stapleton - Traveller
Pearl Jam - Sirens
"An incinerator is a writer's best friend" - Thornton Wilder
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Thursday, April 16, 2015
one of those days where all people suck
before i get to another wonderful rant...
welcome to the 16th day of National Poetry Month. we are back to me being lazy and just posting three random YouTube videos. enjoy:
i went over to the farm today to get done what mom didn't want to do yesterday. some fucking genius locked both locks to the door that i have only the key for the deadbolt. just what i needed. my blood pressure flying through the roof and my anger to the point where killing anything would be justified in my mind. i'm going to head back over and try the other doors with mom's keys after she gets done with her work call.
my sister decided to go see my father. i haven't heard how that adventure went. i decided doing my laundry was more important.
Lucha Underground was excellent once again last night. here are some highlights:
NXT was good but a little short last night. the main event though was very good and entertaining:
the NHL playoffs got off to a very entertaining start. hopefully the New York Rangers will have an easier time with it tonight against Pittsburgh. i have the Rangers winning in 5 games. hopefully i'm wrong and they do it in four.
the Yankees lost another series last night- 7-5. sadly, the oldest guy on the team is the only one really hitting at the moment. plus, since the starters can't go very long it seems, the bullpen is getting used way too much this early. thankfully, they are off tonight. they start a series in that dump in Tampa on Friday.
i did watch most of the team USA friendly with Mexico last night. the field was absolutely horrendous. but, i did enjoy another dos a cero classic. here are the goals:
at least i got to enjoy one victory beer last night.
tonight on the DVR will be The Big Bang Theory, The Comedians and Louie. i will hopefully watch all those after a Rangers victory tonight.
that's all for me today. there's another storm rolling in, so my body is aching like a motherfucker. enjoy the visual.
hope this finds everyone naked and wondering why the magic markers are where they are.
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:
Dave Matthews Band w/Warren Haynes - Cortez the Killer (Live)
Radiohead - Creep (Live)
Grace Potter - I Shall Be Released (Live)
Eddie Vedder - Imagine (Live)
The Steel Wheels - It's The End Of The World Again (Live)
"For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit." - Tracy K. Smith
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
welcome to the 16th day of National Poetry Month. we are back to me being lazy and just posting three random YouTube videos. enjoy:
i went over to the farm today to get done what mom didn't want to do yesterday. some fucking genius locked both locks to the door that i have only the key for the deadbolt. just what i needed. my blood pressure flying through the roof and my anger to the point where killing anything would be justified in my mind. i'm going to head back over and try the other doors with mom's keys after she gets done with her work call.
my sister decided to go see my father. i haven't heard how that adventure went. i decided doing my laundry was more important.
Lucha Underground was excellent once again last night. here are some highlights:
NXT was good but a little short last night. the main event though was very good and entertaining:
the NHL playoffs got off to a very entertaining start. hopefully the New York Rangers will have an easier time with it tonight against Pittsburgh. i have the Rangers winning in 5 games. hopefully i'm wrong and they do it in four.
the Yankees lost another series last night- 7-5. sadly, the oldest guy on the team is the only one really hitting at the moment. plus, since the starters can't go very long it seems, the bullpen is getting used way too much this early. thankfully, they are off tonight. they start a series in that dump in Tampa on Friday.
i did watch most of the team USA friendly with Mexico last night. the field was absolutely horrendous. but, i did enjoy another dos a cero classic. here are the goals:
at least i got to enjoy one victory beer last night.
tonight on the DVR will be The Big Bang Theory, The Comedians and Louie. i will hopefully watch all those after a Rangers victory tonight.
that's all for me today. there's another storm rolling in, so my body is aching like a motherfucker. enjoy the visual.
hope this finds everyone naked and wondering why the magic markers are where they are.
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:
Dave Matthews Band w/Warren Haynes - Cortez the Killer (Live)
Radiohead - Creep (Live)
Grace Potter - I Shall Be Released (Live)
Eddie Vedder - Imagine (Live)
The Steel Wheels - It's The End Of The World Again (Live)
"For me, a poem is an opportunity to kind of interrogate myself a little bit." - Tracy K. Smith
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Wednesday, April 15, 2015
fighting the world on little sleep
i suppose the only good thing that has happened in the last 48 hours is i no longer have a headache. other than that...
welcome to the 15th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a light on Epic Rites Press. it is easily, one of the best presses around. i highly suggest you check out the site and then go BUY a book, a t-shirt, a magnet, something. here are a few links you may need:
http://www.epicrites.org/
http://www.epicrites.org/books.html
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1926860462
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1926860411
i think i may have got 2 good hours of sleep last night. the kind of sleep where you have drool halfway up your arm. then, i was over at the farm taking some more shit to goodwill with mom. she then wanted to go shop at a store not far from the Goodwill. i wanted to go back to the farm and get more shit done. of course, i didn't win. i did get some beer out of the shopping, so all was not lost.
the Yankees lost last night 4-3. hopefully they will get the series win tonight against the Orioles.
i was a little shocked at who America saved last night on The Voice. apparently, a bunch of teenage boys got on twitter and voted for the one they wanted to have sex with. not that Deanna isn't stunning, but to my ears her performance fucking stunk. being a blues guy, i was hoping Mia Z was going to stick around. but, i've got a good clue who is going to be in the bottom three next week.
it was nice having Deadliest Catch back on last night. it's definitely one of the better shows on television. this season looks like it's going to be another crazy one.
i did see some late night television last night that made me laugh and feel old at the same time:
tonight is going to be a crazy one for me. a little baseball, team USA takes on Mexico in a soccer friendly/war, Lucha Underground will be on the DVR as i'll be checking out NXT on the WWE Network at the same time, and then, oh by the way, the NHL playoffs start tonight. thankfully, the New York Rangers start tomorrow night. this will be a long, long evening.
got some music at NoiseTrade today. i'll post the links below in the music section.
as you might imagine, i have a few poems swimming around my head these days. hopefully, i will get a chance to sit down and let the flood hit the page here in the next few days. i want to get those poems down before the chance to know my father is dead comes along. i can't imagine the poems that will come with that news.
that's all for me today. there's another round of storms coming. and i found out today the guy that lives on the other side of me is one of these old fuckers that mows the grass every three days or so. thank fucking god that the guy that mows my uncle's yard does ours as well. i'd be too tempted to pull some white trash shit and either mow when it needs it (once a month or so) or just concrete the whole fucking yard and make it a basketball court.
hope this finds you with a lovely blonde between your legs asking if you need another round.
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:
Bad Veins - A Sample of The Mess Remade
Veteran - The Things That Keep Us Here
Enigma - Return To Innocence
Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell On You
Ryan Bingham - The Poet
"I really believe we read differently when we know even the most banal facts of an author's life" - Anne Michaels
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
welcome to the 15th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a light on Epic Rites Press. it is easily, one of the best presses around. i highly suggest you check out the site and then go BUY a book, a t-shirt, a magnet, something. here are a few links you may need:
http://www.epicrites.org/
http://www.epicrites.org/books.html
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1926860462
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1926860411
i think i may have got 2 good hours of sleep last night. the kind of sleep where you have drool halfway up your arm. then, i was over at the farm taking some more shit to goodwill with mom. she then wanted to go shop at a store not far from the Goodwill. i wanted to go back to the farm and get more shit done. of course, i didn't win. i did get some beer out of the shopping, so all was not lost.
the Yankees lost last night 4-3. hopefully they will get the series win tonight against the Orioles.
i was a little shocked at who America saved last night on The Voice. apparently, a bunch of teenage boys got on twitter and voted for the one they wanted to have sex with. not that Deanna isn't stunning, but to my ears her performance fucking stunk. being a blues guy, i was hoping Mia Z was going to stick around. but, i've got a good clue who is going to be in the bottom three next week.
it was nice having Deadliest Catch back on last night. it's definitely one of the better shows on television. this season looks like it's going to be another crazy one.
i did see some late night television last night that made me laugh and feel old at the same time:
tonight is going to be a crazy one for me. a little baseball, team USA takes on Mexico in a soccer friendly/war, Lucha Underground will be on the DVR as i'll be checking out NXT on the WWE Network at the same time, and then, oh by the way, the NHL playoffs start tonight. thankfully, the New York Rangers start tomorrow night. this will be a long, long evening.
got some music at NoiseTrade today. i'll post the links below in the music section.
as you might imagine, i have a few poems swimming around my head these days. hopefully, i will get a chance to sit down and let the flood hit the page here in the next few days. i want to get those poems down before the chance to know my father is dead comes along. i can't imagine the poems that will come with that news.
that's all for me today. there's another round of storms coming. and i found out today the guy that lives on the other side of me is one of these old fuckers that mows the grass every three days or so. thank fucking god that the guy that mows my uncle's yard does ours as well. i'd be too tempted to pull some white trash shit and either mow when it needs it (once a month or so) or just concrete the whole fucking yard and make it a basketball court.
hope this finds you with a lovely blonde between your legs asking if you need another round.
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:
Bad Veins - A Sample of The Mess Remade
Veteran - The Things That Keep Us Here
Enigma - Return To Innocence
Annie Lennox - I Put a Spell On You
Ryan Bingham - The Poet
"I really believe we read differently when we know even the most banal facts of an author's life" - Anne Michaels
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
what a wonderful night for a mind fuck
before i get to all the juicy details of where the title comes from...
welcome to the 14th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining the light on my friend Rebecca Schumejda. a wonderful poet who just happened to be the first person to ever publish me. so if you don't like my writing, blame her. below are some links to her work and then a video from last year of her reading:
http://www.rebeccaschumejda.com/
http://www.rattle.com/poetry/tag/rebecca-schumejda/
http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1014
http://www.amazon.com/Cadillac-Men-Rebecca-Schumejda/dp/1935520687
http://www.karenjweyant.com/book-picks/summer-poetry-pick-waiting-at-the-dead-end-diner-by-rebecca-schumejda
now on to my evening. i'm sitting in my chair watching wrestling last night and the phone rings. mom answers it and has a conversation. i think nothing of it. ten minutes later mom comes in the room and tells me that was my dad's sister. apparently, my father is in the VA Hospice with dementia and has stopped eating and in one of his lucid moments, asked to see his kids before he dies. that certainly caught me off guard. now i'm going to tell the rest of this out of sequence as i have some fucking venting to do. so, this morning my sister and i talk and decide that we should go see him. Thursday works best for her so i said fine. my sister called my dad's sister back and found out some more info. apparently he was in a nursing home but that got too expensive so they moved him to the VA. he's been there for THREE WEEKS. why the fuck we're just now getting called about this really pisses me off. but what should i expect from a person who hasn't been a part of my life for 20 years. so i call the VA to see what room he is in. they can't tell me because i'm not listed anywhere in any of his paperwork. but, they can't stop me from seeing him as long as i can prove that i'm his son. that was the last fucking straw i have in my back. i called my sister back and told her that i wasn't going to see him. i'll see the fucker when they put him in the dirt. later on in the day, my mother tries to talk me into seeing him, going with the angle that i might regret this later on. i asked her how many fucking wishes of mine did dad grant? and i'm supposed to grant his final one. the same fuck that nearly choked me to death at 13. that tried to have me put in jail at 17 when he blamed his hit and run accident on me. the same fuck that has held it against me my entire life that he had to wait a fucking year to write me off on the taxes because i was born a month later than i was supposed to be. i will gladly go to the funeral and i will even help put dirt on the fucking casket. i'm fucking done with letting that piece of fucking shit ruin my fucking life. now, i figure my sister will try her best to talk me into going since she'll be in town for a funeral on Thursday. as of right now, there is no chance in hell of it happening. as i told my mother, i've waited over 30 fucking years for that man to die. my patience is nowhere near running out. all i want is for the casket to be open so i can actually make sure that piece of shit is in it.
part two of the mind fuck was when i got those poems published at Bold Monkey. one of the poems, "the pain of not being good enough", just happens to be my actual suicide note i wrote a few weeks back. that poem has one of the coldest fucking endings i have ever written. i have no doubts that if i would have had a gun near me after writing that, i would have put a bullet right between my eyes. each time i read it it takes me back to that very dark place. a friend was worried that this move was going to be the death of me. i can't let her know just how fucking close she is to being right.
needless to say, i haven't slept well.
Gotham was great last night. i'm so happy that show is back.
The Voice actually had two performances that made me hop on iTunes and actually spend some money:
i'm very interested to see who makes it to the next round tonight.
Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. one match especially was fucking great:
on the DVR tonight, especially since mom is going to miss some of the shows since she's at work, will be The Voice, Undateable and Deadliest Catch. those three shows certainly scream sophisticated white trash to me.
that's all for today. hopefully your family is less dysfunctional than mine.
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:
Beth Hart - Mechanical Heart
Tei Shi - Verde (EP)
Kimberly Nichole - House of the Rising Sun (The Voice Performance)
Meghan Linsey - Girl Crush (The Voice Performance)
Sarah Bethe Nelson - Paying
"I can never leave a bookstore without buying a book. I read four or five at a time." - Mireille Guiliano
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
welcome to the 14th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining the light on my friend Rebecca Schumejda. a wonderful poet who just happened to be the first person to ever publish me. so if you don't like my writing, blame her. below are some links to her work and then a video from last year of her reading:
http://www.rebeccaschumejda.com/
http://www.rattle.com/poetry/tag/rebecca-schumejda/
http://www.wordriot.org/template_2.php?ID=1014
http://www.amazon.com/Cadillac-Men-Rebecca-Schumejda/dp/1935520687
http://www.karenjweyant.com/book-picks/summer-poetry-pick-waiting-at-the-dead-end-diner-by-rebecca-schumejda
now on to my evening. i'm sitting in my chair watching wrestling last night and the phone rings. mom answers it and has a conversation. i think nothing of it. ten minutes later mom comes in the room and tells me that was my dad's sister. apparently, my father is in the VA Hospice with dementia and has stopped eating and in one of his lucid moments, asked to see his kids before he dies. that certainly caught me off guard. now i'm going to tell the rest of this out of sequence as i have some fucking venting to do. so, this morning my sister and i talk and decide that we should go see him. Thursday works best for her so i said fine. my sister called my dad's sister back and found out some more info. apparently he was in a nursing home but that got too expensive so they moved him to the VA. he's been there for THREE WEEKS. why the fuck we're just now getting called about this really pisses me off. but what should i expect from a person who hasn't been a part of my life for 20 years. so i call the VA to see what room he is in. they can't tell me because i'm not listed anywhere in any of his paperwork. but, they can't stop me from seeing him as long as i can prove that i'm his son. that was the last fucking straw i have in my back. i called my sister back and told her that i wasn't going to see him. i'll see the fucker when they put him in the dirt. later on in the day, my mother tries to talk me into seeing him, going with the angle that i might regret this later on. i asked her how many fucking wishes of mine did dad grant? and i'm supposed to grant his final one. the same fuck that nearly choked me to death at 13. that tried to have me put in jail at 17 when he blamed his hit and run accident on me. the same fuck that has held it against me my entire life that he had to wait a fucking year to write me off on the taxes because i was born a month later than i was supposed to be. i will gladly go to the funeral and i will even help put dirt on the fucking casket. i'm fucking done with letting that piece of fucking shit ruin my fucking life. now, i figure my sister will try her best to talk me into going since she'll be in town for a funeral on Thursday. as of right now, there is no chance in hell of it happening. as i told my mother, i've waited over 30 fucking years for that man to die. my patience is nowhere near running out. all i want is for the casket to be open so i can actually make sure that piece of shit is in it.
part two of the mind fuck was when i got those poems published at Bold Monkey. one of the poems, "the pain of not being good enough", just happens to be my actual suicide note i wrote a few weeks back. that poem has one of the coldest fucking endings i have ever written. i have no doubts that if i would have had a gun near me after writing that, i would have put a bullet right between my eyes. each time i read it it takes me back to that very dark place. a friend was worried that this move was going to be the death of me. i can't let her know just how fucking close she is to being right.
needless to say, i haven't slept well.
Gotham was great last night. i'm so happy that show is back.
The Voice actually had two performances that made me hop on iTunes and actually spend some money:
Monday Night Raw was pretty good last night. one match especially was fucking great:
on the DVR tonight, especially since mom is going to miss some of the shows since she's at work, will be The Voice, Undateable and Deadliest Catch. those three shows certainly scream sophisticated white trash to me.
that's all for today. hopefully your family is less dysfunctional than mine.
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:
Beth Hart - Mechanical Heart
Tei Shi - Verde (EP)
Kimberly Nichole - House of the Rising Sun (The Voice Performance)
Meghan Linsey - Girl Crush (The Voice Performance)
Sarah Bethe Nelson - Paying
"I can never leave a bookstore without buying a book. I read four or five at a time." - Mireille Guiliano
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
my 5 poems at Bold Monkey
my poems "an impossible challenge", "something that looked like a hand", "making the world a better place", "the pain of not being good enough" and "who's laughing now?" have been published at Bold Monkey. you can find the poems by going here:
http://georgedanderson.blogspot.com.au/2015/04/featuring-jj-campbell.html
http://georgedanderson.blogspot.com.au/2015/04/featuring-jj-campbell.html
Monday, April 13, 2015
these old bones can't stand the rain
here comes another cold front and nearly every bone in my body wants to fucking scream. good times.
welcome to the 13th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a little light on Jay Passer. i've been reading Jay for a few years now. he's a really good poet that you should be reading as well. here are some links to find some of his work:
http://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/i-sit-up-nights-hunted-by-jay-passer/
http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/jay-passer-311/
http://www.redfez.net/poetry/1478
http://www.nailedmagazine.com/poetry/poet-jay-passer-san-francisco-ca/
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5764644.Jay_Passer
also in poetry news, i sent off 5 poems to Bold Monkey today. when i hear back from George on my submission, i'll pass along the verdict.
the New York Yankees exploded last night for a 14-4 win over Boston. that certainly wasn't expected. it was nice to see them actually start stringing some hits together for a change. they play again tonight in Baltimore. hopefully they have some offense left.
the Sunday night shows were pretty good last night. Nurse Jackie was good. i think they set up the final season pretty good last night. Silicon Valley was fucking hilarious. Veep was very funny. Last Week Tonight was brilliant as always. enjoy:
tonight on the DVR will be The Voice and Gotham, which is finally back with some new episodes. i'll also record Men in Blazers as i'm watching Monday Night Raw.
i did watch ROH yesterday. yet another brilliant episode.
i can feel the cold front getting closer. yet another sign i'm dying slowly.
i need to vacuum the house here soon. i guess i should do that before the storm comes.
hope everyone had a great weekend. or at the very least, better than mine.
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:
Red Wanting Blue - Little America
Primus - Pork Soda
The Black Crowes - amorica.
John Prine - John Prine
Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d. city
"Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead." Seamus Heaney
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
welcome to the 13th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'm shining a little light on Jay Passer. i've been reading Jay for a few years now. he's a really good poet that you should be reading as well. here are some links to find some of his work:
http://youronephonecall.wordpress.com/2015/04/13/i-sit-up-nights-hunted-by-jay-passer/
http://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/jay-passer-311/
http://www.redfez.net/poetry/1478
http://www.nailedmagazine.com/poetry/poet-jay-passer-san-francisco-ca/
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5764644.Jay_Passer
also in poetry news, i sent off 5 poems to Bold Monkey today. when i hear back from George on my submission, i'll pass along the verdict.
the New York Yankees exploded last night for a 14-4 win over Boston. that certainly wasn't expected. it was nice to see them actually start stringing some hits together for a change. they play again tonight in Baltimore. hopefully they have some offense left.
the Sunday night shows were pretty good last night. Nurse Jackie was good. i think they set up the final season pretty good last night. Silicon Valley was fucking hilarious. Veep was very funny. Last Week Tonight was brilliant as always. enjoy:
tonight on the DVR will be The Voice and Gotham, which is finally back with some new episodes. i'll also record Men in Blazers as i'm watching Monday Night Raw.
i did watch ROH yesterday. yet another brilliant episode.
i can feel the cold front getting closer. yet another sign i'm dying slowly.
i need to vacuum the house here soon. i guess i should do that before the storm comes.
hope everyone had a great weekend. or at the very least, better than mine.
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:
Red Wanting Blue - Little America
Primus - Pork Soda
The Black Crowes - amorica.
John Prine - John Prine
Kendrick Lamar - good kid, m.A.A.d. city
"Poetry is what we do to break bread with the dead." Seamus Heaney
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Sunday, April 12, 2015
sunshine and trash
welcome to the 12th day of National Poetry Month. in yet another sign of my professional laziness, enjoy 3 random YouTube videos. and this time, i do mean random, as i know none of these people.
i didn't watch much of the Yankees game yesterday. apparently, i didn't miss much. 8-4 loss to Boston, yet again. they will try to not get swept tonight, and thankfully, i won't watch much of that either.
the New York Rangers won yesterday 4-2 in Washington. they set the franchise record for wins in a season, wins on the road in a season, total points for a season, etc. etc. they are primed and ready for the playoffs. they play the Penguins in the first round. considering my good friend Paul's favorite team is the Penguins, i'm really hoping to have some fun with this. below are the highlights from yesterday:
i ended up losing my fantasy hockey championship 6-4-0. all i needed was 2 damn assists and 7 fucking penalty minutes and i would have won. instead, i get to settle for my 4th consecutive second place finish. fuck me.
i haven't got to watch the episode of ROH from last night yet. i figure i'll do that sometime tonight. i did catch Saturday Night Live. i thought Mumford and Sons sounded pretty good. as for the show, a few of the skits were funny, but most of the show sucked.
i didn't sleep well last night. i figured that was all due to the Manchester derby.
United started the game off like shit. they got down early. thankfully, this isn't last year's squad. they found some form, made some passes, and holy shit, scored 2 goals to take the lead by half. they then went to score 2 more in the second half before Shitty scored again late. Manchester United 4 - Manchester Shitty 2. what a beautiful day. here are some highlights:
after the game, i went over to the farm and met my mother and sister. i took a ton of trash down to the end of the lane. hopefully it won't get windy tonight. brought another load of stuff over to the new house. the one side of the garage is just about full. my sister and i got a few more things hung up around the house.
tonight will be my usual Sunday night viewing. Nurse Jackie, Veep and Silicon Valley all return tonight. so does some other show that i've never watched. i'm recording all 3 just in case i start watching some other shit tonight. i know that MSG is doing a special show about the New York Rangers tonight. that will be on the DVR as well. i'll also try to squeeze in Last Week Tonight sometime as well. busy busy.
i got my order from Amazon.com yesterday. i was a little surprised the mailman left it leaning up against the garage. i might have to have a talk with him if that's what going to happen all the time.
that's all for me today. i have a victory beer and some music to go enjoy. hope you are having a lovely weekend.
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:
Ryan Bingham - Fear and Saturday Night
Action Bronson - Mr. Wonderful
Shooter Jennings - Don't Wait Up (For George)
Primus - Miscellaneous Debris
Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense." - Tom Clancy
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
i didn't watch much of the Yankees game yesterday. apparently, i didn't miss much. 8-4 loss to Boston, yet again. they will try to not get swept tonight, and thankfully, i won't watch much of that either.
the New York Rangers won yesterday 4-2 in Washington. they set the franchise record for wins in a season, wins on the road in a season, total points for a season, etc. etc. they are primed and ready for the playoffs. they play the Penguins in the first round. considering my good friend Paul's favorite team is the Penguins, i'm really hoping to have some fun with this. below are the highlights from yesterday:
i ended up losing my fantasy hockey championship 6-4-0. all i needed was 2 damn assists and 7 fucking penalty minutes and i would have won. instead, i get to settle for my 4th consecutive second place finish. fuck me.
i haven't got to watch the episode of ROH from last night yet. i figure i'll do that sometime tonight. i did catch Saturday Night Live. i thought Mumford and Sons sounded pretty good. as for the show, a few of the skits were funny, but most of the show sucked.
i didn't sleep well last night. i figured that was all due to the Manchester derby.
United started the game off like shit. they got down early. thankfully, this isn't last year's squad. they found some form, made some passes, and holy shit, scored 2 goals to take the lead by half. they then went to score 2 more in the second half before Shitty scored again late. Manchester United 4 - Manchester Shitty 2. what a beautiful day. here are some highlights:
after the game, i went over to the farm and met my mother and sister. i took a ton of trash down to the end of the lane. hopefully it won't get windy tonight. brought another load of stuff over to the new house. the one side of the garage is just about full. my sister and i got a few more things hung up around the house.
tonight will be my usual Sunday night viewing. Nurse Jackie, Veep and Silicon Valley all return tonight. so does some other show that i've never watched. i'm recording all 3 just in case i start watching some other shit tonight. i know that MSG is doing a special show about the New York Rangers tonight. that will be on the DVR as well. i'll also try to squeeze in Last Week Tonight sometime as well. busy busy.
i got my order from Amazon.com yesterday. i was a little surprised the mailman left it leaning up against the garage. i might have to have a talk with him if that's what going to happen all the time.
that's all for me today. i have a victory beer and some music to go enjoy. hope you are having a lovely weekend.
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:
Ryan Bingham - Fear and Saturday Night
Action Bronson - Mr. Wonderful
Shooter Jennings - Don't Wait Up (For George)
Primus - Miscellaneous Debris
Lucinda Williams - Car Wheels on a Gravel Road
"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense." - Tom Clancy
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Saturday, April 11, 2015
beat down and tired
so like a dumb ass, i decided to give a shit about the Red Sox vs. Yankees last night. 19 innings later, i remember why baseball stopped being my favorite sport in my 20's. needless to say, i'm running on little sleep, my sister is back in town, and i have a farm to go help clean out. these are the days where i wish i drank coffee or was addicted to heroin.
welcome to the 11th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'd like to highlight the lazy bastard i am and just post three random YouTube videos that i happen to enjoy. well, the first two poets i really like and have been published with. the third video got me with the title. anyone that knows my dating history of black women, they will understand. hope you enjoy, go support, etc. etc.
i will give the Yankees credit for at least fighting back last night. but they pissed away chance after chance to win the game in extra innings. they have way too many left handed bats and are too easy to pitch to at the moment. hopefully that changes as the season goes on... though i doubt it will. Yanks lose 6-5 in 19 innings. you can imagine how much i needed a beer after that game. they play again this afternoon. thankfully, i will miss it.
today is the final day of the NHL regular season. so by tonight, i'll know who the Rangers will face in the first round and if i made a miracle comeback in fantasy hockey. the Rangers play in Washington this afternoon.
i believe Saturday Night Live is new tonight. i'll watch that, if i happen to not be completely dead by the end of today. on the DVR will be ROH.
not sure when i will be on here tomorrow as the Manchester derby is happening. i suppose it depends on just how much we get done at the farm today. my back isn't feeling great from moving some shit this morning, so this could get interesting in a few hours.
the weather looks great outside. hopefully i'll actually get to enjoy it.
raise a glass for the weekend and i do hope it never gets empty.
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:
Alabama Shakes - Don't Wanna Fight
The National - Sunshine on My Back
Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Algiers - Blood
Courtney Barnett - Pedestrian at Best
"Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure." - Mark Strand
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
welcome to the 11th day of National Poetry Month. today, i'd like to highlight the lazy bastard i am and just post three random YouTube videos that i happen to enjoy. well, the first two poets i really like and have been published with. the third video got me with the title. anyone that knows my dating history of black women, they will understand. hope you enjoy, go support, etc. etc.
i will give the Yankees credit for at least fighting back last night. but they pissed away chance after chance to win the game in extra innings. they have way too many left handed bats and are too easy to pitch to at the moment. hopefully that changes as the season goes on... though i doubt it will. Yanks lose 6-5 in 19 innings. you can imagine how much i needed a beer after that game. they play again this afternoon. thankfully, i will miss it.
today is the final day of the NHL regular season. so by tonight, i'll know who the Rangers will face in the first round and if i made a miracle comeback in fantasy hockey. the Rangers play in Washington this afternoon.
i believe Saturday Night Live is new tonight. i'll watch that, if i happen to not be completely dead by the end of today. on the DVR will be ROH.
not sure when i will be on here tomorrow as the Manchester derby is happening. i suppose it depends on just how much we get done at the farm today. my back isn't feeling great from moving some shit this morning, so this could get interesting in a few hours.
the weather looks great outside. hopefully i'll actually get to enjoy it.
raise a glass for the weekend and i do hope it never gets empty.
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:
Alabama Shakes - Don't Wanna Fight
The National - Sunshine on My Back
Fall Out Boy - Centuries
Algiers - Blood
Courtney Barnett - Pedestrian at Best
"Pain is filtered in a poem so that it becomes finally, in the end, pleasure." - Mark Strand
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
Friday, April 10, 2015
bring on the weekend
what do you mean it's not supposed to rain again until Monday?
welcome to the 10th day of National Poetry month. today, i want to shine a little light on the YouTube channel Spoken Verse. i have been a fan of this channel for years. the videos are good and the voice over for the poems is excellent. here are a few videos for you:
do yourself a favor and subscribe to this channel.
i didn't watch much of the Yankees game last night. i guess CC had one bad inning and just like last year, the offense couldn't overcome it. a 6-3 loss to lose the series to the Blue Jays. tonight, the Red Sox come to town. you'd think i'd be all geeked up for a game against the rivals. seeing that the game starts in a few minutes, i really couldn't give a shit. i suppose if i need another nap, i'll watch a few innings.
the New York Rangers started off great after receiving the President's Trophy. but once Ottawa scored 2 goals pretty quickly in the second period, the Rangers decided to play the game like it was a scrimmage. don't get anyone hurt. so they lost 3-0. they play again tomorrow afternoon in Washington. another game that won't mean shit. at this point, i just want to know who they will face in the playoffs.
my fantasy hockey championship match has taken a turn for the worse. i have no clue how i'm going to pull this one out. i haven't given up hope, but it looks like second place once again.
The Big Bang Theory was good last night. Louie and The Comedians were really good as well. and Lip Sync Battle was certainly better than it should have been:
tonight on the DVR will be the latest episode of Vice on HBO. best news show on television.
i had to take mom to the doctor this morning. she was on a call for her job on the drive to the doctor. so, i had no music to listen to. that made for an interesting battle with pain. she didn't break anything, thankfully. after that, we loaded up some more shit from the farm and took it to Goodwill. now (hopefully) all that is left goes either in the trash or to the new house. i suppose we are now in the final stretch.
that's all for me today. the storms are gone until Monday. the power went out for like 15 seconds yesterday. it also knocked out the phone and internet for a few hours. our neighbor said that hardly ever happens over here. i told mom it was clearly obvious that we brought the ghosts with us.
hope everyone has a great weekend. get drunk and go fuck something that coughs.
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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder & Lead
Hozier - Take Me to Church
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
The New Basement Tapes - Down On the Bottom
"Any great warrior is also a scholar, and a poet, and an artist." - Steven Seagal
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
welcome to the 10th day of National Poetry month. today, i want to shine a little light on the YouTube channel Spoken Verse. i have been a fan of this channel for years. the videos are good and the voice over for the poems is excellent. here are a few videos for you:
i didn't watch much of the Yankees game last night. i guess CC had one bad inning and just like last year, the offense couldn't overcome it. a 6-3 loss to lose the series to the Blue Jays. tonight, the Red Sox come to town. you'd think i'd be all geeked up for a game against the rivals. seeing that the game starts in a few minutes, i really couldn't give a shit. i suppose if i need another nap, i'll watch a few innings.
the New York Rangers started off great after receiving the President's Trophy. but once Ottawa scored 2 goals pretty quickly in the second period, the Rangers decided to play the game like it was a scrimmage. don't get anyone hurt. so they lost 3-0. they play again tomorrow afternoon in Washington. another game that won't mean shit. at this point, i just want to know who they will face in the playoffs.
my fantasy hockey championship match has taken a turn for the worse. i have no clue how i'm going to pull this one out. i haven't given up hope, but it looks like second place once again.
The Big Bang Theory was good last night. Louie and The Comedians were really good as well. and Lip Sync Battle was certainly better than it should have been:
tonight on the DVR will be the latest episode of Vice on HBO. best news show on television.
i had to take mom to the doctor this morning. she was on a call for her job on the drive to the doctor. so, i had no music to listen to. that made for an interesting battle with pain. she didn't break anything, thankfully. after that, we loaded up some more shit from the farm and took it to Goodwill. now (hopefully) all that is left goes either in the trash or to the new house. i suppose we are now in the final stretch.
that's all for me today. the storms are gone until Monday. the power went out for like 15 seconds yesterday. it also knocked out the phone and internet for a few hours. our neighbor said that hardly ever happens over here. i told mom it was clearly obvious that we brought the ghosts with us.
hope everyone has a great weekend. get drunk and go fuck something that coughs.
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:
Arcade Fire - Wake Up
Miranda Lambert - Gunpowder & Lead
Hozier - Take Me to Church
Shinedown - Sound of Madness
The New Basement Tapes - Down On the Bottom
"Any great warrior is also a scholar, and a poet, and an artist." - Steven Seagal
and your pro wrestling video of the day:
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