Monthly Archives: November 2020

PROPHESY: The prophet must prophesy with the vaguest, most generalized applicability possible. Specificity, always the enemy of prophesy. Creating anticipation never actualized, this the prophets goal. Thus he is never wrong, and always employed. RAGE: must always be tactical, never … Continue reading →

If you’ve read my poems, you know I have the joy of feeding birds in a back-yard–fast-food-free-fly-zone of shepherds crooks, hung with suet holders, stuffed and Droll Yankee Spinners filled with black oil sun flower seeds. It’s a hobby. More, … Continue reading →

Happy are they for whom vocation is avocation., who neither strain nor toil, rather who play in peace in the fields of the world, who take no vacation for they feel no fatigue, know no drudgery- only quest and the … Continue reading →

Russian Grand Master, Nicholas Russelimo, played 10 games at a time in Washington Square Park. If he lost, he’d give his opponent a buck. If he won, the guy gave him a buck. If they played to a draw, no … Continue reading →

….or as Hamlet says, “Words, words, words.” There was a time, Shakespeare’s, actually, when The Virgin was called “silly”, when a man who desired men was called “faggot”. Then “silly” evolved to “special” and “faggot” became “gay” and if you … Continue reading →

DAMN! I just spilled blueberry juice on my white henley at breakfast. That’s it! The shirt is ruined. Never gonna get that stain out. It’s doomed to be a “work ‘n sweat-shirt” for the rest of its life. But then … Continue reading →