Thursday, December 31, 2020

New Poem: FAREWELL 2020

 farewell 2020

 the year where someone scratched

 the tone arm hard across the favorite record

 with a rrrrrrrrrrrppppp sound

 and everything changed

 >

 farewell 2020

 the year where the Republican adage 

 government is best that governs least

 proved to be a deadly lie

 leave it to the states made everything worse

 >

 may 2021

 be the year where we don’t read these words:

 we don’t have 60 votes

 full vaccinated immunity not until 2022

 no federal charges filed against Donald Trump

Second Draft: Best Films and TV of 2020

 What I liked a lot so far this year:

 DA 5 BLOODS

 RED, WHITE AND BLUE

 KINGDOM OF SILENCE

 THE TRIAL OF THE CHICAGO 7

 SHIRLEY 

 MISS JUNETEENTH 

 BABYTEETH

 TOTALLY UNDER CONTROL 

 NEVER RARELY SOMETIMES ALWAYS 

 FARGO SEASON 4

 MRS. AMERICA

 MEMORIES OF MURDER (Reissue)

 

 Honorable Mention:

 SOUND OF METAL

 THE INVISIBLE MAN

 THE KING OF STATEN ISLAND 

 POSSESSOR

 BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM

 LET HIM GO

 SOUL

 EDUCATION

 THE SECRET GARDEN (2020)

 THE BURNT ORANGE HERESY

 BABY GOD

 A TEACHER



Overhyped:

AMMONITE

THE VAST OF NIGHT

TOMMASO 

BACURAU 

THE WOLF OF SNOW HOLLOW

THE NEST

Wednesday, December 23, 2020

Some of what I listened to in 2020

 In no specific order:

 Paul McCartney—McCARTNEY III/FLAMING PIE reissue

 Yusuf/Cat Stevens: TEA FOR THE TILLERMAN (2020 Re-recording)

 Elton John: JEWEL BOX

 David Bowie: CHANGESNOWBOWIE /METROBOLIST (2020 Mix)

 The Killers: IMPLODING THE MIRAGE

 Elvis Costello: HEY CLOCKFACE/ARMED FORCES Boxset

 THIS IS TONY ALLEN Spotify Playlist

 Richard Thompson: BLOODY NOSES EP

 Martha Davis: I HAVE MY STANDARDS

 Mickey Guyton: “O Holy Night” (Amazon)

 Johnny Cash: THE COMPLETE MERCURY ALBUMS 1986-1991 Boxset

 Sparks: A STEADY DRIP, DRIP, DRIP

 Bob Dylan: “Murder Most Foul”/“I Contain Multitudes

 Bruce Springsteen and the E Street Band: LETTER TO YOU

 Various Artists: ANGEL-HEADED HIPSTER: THE SONGS OF MARC BOLAN & T-REX


 

Thursday, December 17, 2020

New Poem 310,095

 cannot cancel weddings

 will not close restaurants

 must reopen strip clubs

 fear makes people dance to death

 wearing economic panic like an Elizabethan Collar

 as Steven and Mitch slice a pittance of personal stimulus in half

>

 watch glossy old fashioned Christmas on Hallmark

 stay home, wait for your vaccination turn

 think of loved ones for the rest of the year

 instead of joining the covidiots determined to

 stay on the ocean liner, denying it is sinking

 

Monday, December 14, 2020

New poem GOODBYE BARR

 Inspired by Neil Young’s 1974 farewell to Richard Nixon:

 Goodbye Bill Barr

 You tried to be Trump’s Roy Cohn

 And now you’re gone gone gone

 Outside near the White House lawn

 Telling Texas Governor Greg Abbott 

 I’m all through debasing our nation

 Wear your mask and ask for an early vaccination 


 

Wednesday, December 9, 2020

First Draft: Noteworthy Films/TV of 2020

 What I liked a lot so far this year:

 DA 5 BLOODS

 RED, WHITE AND BLUE

 KINGDOM OF SILENCE

 THE TRIAL OF THE CHICAGO 7

 SHIRLEY 

 MISS JUNETEENTH 

 BABYTEETH

 TOTALLY UNDER CONTROL 

 NEVER RARELY SOMETIMES ALWAYS 

 FARGO SEASON 4

 MRS. AMERICA

 MEMORIES OF MURDER (Reissue)

 

 Honorable Mention:

 THE KING OF STATEN ISLAND 

 POSSESSOR

 BORAT SUBSEQUENT MOVIEFILM

 LET HIM GO

 MANK

 THE SECRET GARDEN (2020)

 THE BURNT ORANGE HERESY

 BABY GOD


Overhyped:

AMMONITE

THE VAST OF NIGHT

TOMMASO 

BACURAU 

THE WOLF OF SNOW HOLLOW

THE NEST




Tuesday, December 1, 2020

New Poem: PARDON TRAIN

 get on board

 get on board

 there’s nothing you have to answer for

 such a shame it ended in Year Four

 get on board

 get on board

 you did what you had to do

 use it to raise money for term two

 get on board

 get on board

 count on short public memory

 rewrite your legacy as autobiography 

 get on board

 get on board

 

 

 

Friday, November 27, 2020

Why the Los Angeles County spread may not slow down enough

 After days of advance notice, here’s Los Angeles County trying to balance controlling the increased spread of Coronavirus and continuing hospitalizations plus deaths with the no doubt forcefully stated reluctance to return to springtime closures from various businesses.  Essentially, much of this requires people to be on the honor system between November 30th and December 20th.  Given what looks to be a post-Thanksgiving uptick in infections and deaths plus Trump/Fox News-turbocharged encouragement of recklessness in the cloak of observing traditions, Los Angeles County is in for a rough three weeks. 

[Quoted from DEADLINE article]

Here are details about the stricter limits on L.A. County residents that will begin Monday as a result of a fifth consecutive day of 4,500 or more new cases of Covid-19:

  • Gatherings: all public and private gatherings with individuals not
    in your household are prohibited, except for church services and protests,
    which are constitutionally protected rights.
  • Occupancy limits at various businesses; all individuals at these
    sites are required to wear face coverings and keep at least 6 feet of distance:
  • Essential retail: 35% maximum occupancy;
  • Nonessential retail (includes indoor malls): 20% maximum occupancy;
  • Personal care services: 20% maximum occupancy;
  • Libraries: 20% maximum occupancy;
  • Fitness centers operating outdoors: 50% maximum occupancy;
  • Museums galleries, zoos, aquariums, botanical gardens operating outdoors: 50% maximum occupancy;
  • Mini-golf, batting cages, go-kart racing operating outdoors: 50%
    maximum occupancy;
  • Outdoor recreation activities all which require face coverings (except for swimming) and distancing: Beaches, trails and parks remain open; gatherings at these sites with members outside your household are prohibited.
  • Golf courses, tennis courts, pickleball, archery ranges, skate parks, bike parks and community gardens remain open for individuals or members of a single household. Pools that serve more than one household may open only for regulated lap swimming with one person per lane. Drive-in movies/events/car parades are permitted provided occupants in each car are members of one household.
  • Schools: All schools and day camps remain open adhering to reopening protocols. K-12 Schools and Day Camps with an outbreak (3 cases or more over 14 days) should close for 14 days.
  • Closed nonessential businesses/activities:
  • Playgrounds (with the exception of playgrounds at childcare and schools;
  • Cardrooms;
  • Restaurants, bars, breweries and wineries remain closed for in-person dining and drinking because of the high rates of transmission in the community, as customers are not wearing face coverings, which results in  an increased chance of transmission of the virus. Restaurants, wineries and breweries remain open for pick-up, delivery and take-out. Breweries and wineries remain open for retail sales at 20% occupancy.

Thursday, November 19, 2020

Donald Trump’s Greatest Transition-Delaying Hits

 1. The More I Ignore You

 2. Rudy, Don’t Fail (Remix)

 3. Losing Made Me Grey

 4. I’m A Wrecking Machine

 5. Drill Baby Drill (duet with Sarah Palin)

 6. Scott Atlas Shrugged 

 7. My Fans Don’t Want A Concession Speech

 8. You’re Fired!

 9.  I Pardon Myself

Monday, November 16, 2020

PANDEMIC RAMBLE #2

 first it was the NBA championship then it was the World Series and there was also Halloween and don’t forget Trump scaring some of America including his MAGA followers into standing in long lines to vote and soon it will be Thanksgiving and how can some people bear to be apart from family members and later Christmas will come and how can some people bear to be apart yet again from family members and it’s just family members in the house and they’ll say they don’t need masks because they know everyone there and they don’t know anyone who has the virus and someone will mention the Governor too scared of temporary lockdowns and how he bent the rules he wanted others to obey and observe and someone else will say it’s God’s Will if they catch the virus and too many people will sit together, eat and talk for far too long and roll the dice with their own lives and whoever they come into contact with that isn’t family

my home town still has high school football games in the midst of the virus and from what I hear people aren’t wearing masks and it’s a small town in what they call Texoma which is where Texas and Oklahoma are separated by the Red River and maybe they justify no masks by not living in a city and choosing to live their lives and roll the dice and God’s will and all things related to that, though some of them go to the mall in the nearest city to shop and roll more dice on their and other people’s health since the small town has very few businesses to speak of

someone posted a meme on Facebook where Lady and The Tramp are glum and sad because their Italian restaurant has plexiglass dividers and Lady and The Tramp are both covered by plexiglass domes and they can’t share a strand of spaghetti and I think to myself THIS ISN’T FUNNY

we get COVID-19 fatigue which is another way to say we lack faith in a better future and aren’t willing and able to be considerate to ourselves and others until that future arrives

as I wrote once before, people made it through World War II with the rationing of food and gasoline and no new cars to buy and that lasted for over three and a half years

in 2020, we yell, we throw masks on the ground in parking lots and pack way too many people inside a house just because it’s easier to stick your tongue out at notions of sacrifice, survival, science and a kinder, more considerate world

Monday, November 9, 2020

New Poem: LIGHT IN THE TUNNEL

 he will yell his head off

 but we don’t have to be scared anymore

 he can challenge the results he doesn’t like

 but we voted in such large numbers

 he can’t undo the will of the American people 

 >

 a rose breaks through concrete

 a nation recovers from submersion 


Friday, October 30, 2020

Second Version: PAGE TURNING ON THE RED HIGHWAY


Trump turns the page faster than Obama did with George W.
stomp that accelerator and turn your head from dead/dying
the president doesn’t want to answer for mistakes made,
powers unused, reluctance to lead by example,
and, of course, no face coverage except in private
only grudgingly because president can only defer so much
>
getting COVID-19 doesn’t change anything 
wife and youngest son getting it doesn’t matter enough
cocktail of medicine ordinary people don’t receive 
then back to the superspreader campaign trail
with the same dangerous applause lines
about how it’s politically correct to wear a mask
and open up America so the herd will think
it’s headed towards immunity while they’re 
on their way to too-early graves
>
the end of this poem can be written by you on 11/3
vote for science over endless plague


Sunday, October 25, 2020

New Poem: MIKE GOES TO KINSTON

 it’s Desperation Time

 what’s a few more potential infections 

 it’s raining

 maybe the raindrops will dilute covid droplets

 I’m the good soldier

 doesn’t matter about my sick staff

 don’t want to cancel and go home

 won’t make nice with The Lincoln Project

 just want to be a stoic kinder gentler bigot

 hold on to the MAGAs I secretly deplore

 when I run for the top spot in 24.

Friday, October 23, 2020

New Poem: WHY WE ARE STILL FAR FROM NORMAL

 getting too used to rebellion against common science 

 battle whine of I won’t live this way

 getting too used to not caring about others suffering

 no tears shed for the dying with only health care workers 

 being the ones to see them off prematurely

>

you’ll go ahead and invite your friends over

for a mask free living room jamboree 

and snicker at the roommate who shelters in a motel

so he won’t risk missing work and losing pay

>

the long cold winter is coming

the end of this poem can only be written by you


Sunday, October 18, 2020

New Poem: CARSON CITY (inspired by Zevon’s Detox Mansion)

 (Inspired by Warren Zevon’s song Detox Mansion)

Well I’ve gone to Carson City

Sun is shining, crowd is pretty

Spreading virus like Johnny Appleseed 

Giving suckers what I think they need


Playing Creedence’s Fortunate Son as warmup

Want the crowd to resent the Deep State

Wishing John Fogerty would STFU

About how I use his song to foment hate


Well it’s tough to be somebody 

And the polls say I’m falling apart

In front of the mountainous backdrop 

I refuse to learn lessons by heart


Well I’m done with Carson City

Closed my speech dancing to YMCA

Time to return to Air Force One

Rich and poor showed me love and cash today








Thursday, October 15, 2020

MSNBC’s Chris Hayes offers a Coronavirus plan.

 Via Twitter:

OK, so from my interviews with a ton of epidemiologists over the last bunch of months, here's a pretty straightforward plan to suppress the virus and get the US to something like, say, 90% of normal life. Three steps!

1) Mask Up: Short of a national order (which strikes me as tough, enforcement-wise) getting all governors to issue state-wide mask orders would be enormously helpful. Messaging is vital. CDC data shows how important AZ's order was in suppressing its summer outbreak.

2) Bar Rescue: Have the federal government pay every last bar, restaurant, nightclub, theatre and concert venue to stay closed for the next nine months. You'd remove *enormous* pressure to reopen things that aren't safe, and it probably pays for itself.

3) National Test, Trace and Surveillance: This is the most complicated to [set] up, but one way to think of the goal is: what if every place people had to congregate was like the NBA bubble? A number of universities have used this approach and it's...worked!

And that's it! Those three things: masks, pay high-risk businesses to stay closed, massively ramp up testing. We could avoid tens of thousands of deaths and have something much closer to our normal lives.

It's not easy, but it's also not rocket science. It's doable and our federal government is actively choosing to not do it. And not just to not do it, to actually embrace the opposite approach, to promote actions and policies that mean *more* people contract the virus. 

All of this impotent wishcasting at this point. Obviously, it's not gonna happen because Donald Trump is president and the Republican Party supports him and controls the senate and they very much do not care how many people die. They just don't.









Wednesday, September 23, 2020

New Poem 200,000

 200,000

 Two Hundred Thousand

 How many of these people

 Would still be alive today

 If this wasn’t an election year

 If national plans preserving public health 

 Had been regarded as something 

 Worthwhile instead of violating

 Republican orthodoxy about

 Big Government, State’s Rights,

 And Free, Unfettered Markets

 >

 You probably have relatives 

 Who still believe the Trump Lie

 That his woeful response was better

 Than doing nothing and maybe causing 

 An apocryphal figure of Two Million deaths

 Thanks to their belief in the infallibility 

 Of The Donald,  you’ll probably spend

 Virtual holidays on phone, Zoom or FaceTime 

 Unless you give in and say you don’t know

 Anyone who actually has Coronavirus 

 And you sit closely alongside family

 Passing the Russian roulette pistol around

 Between servings of turkey, stuffing and cranberries 

 Working on raising the casualty numbers to

 Two Hundred Seventy Five Thousand

 Or perhaps an even 300K

Monday, September 14, 2020

New Poem: SCIENCE NEVER KNOWS

 keep your mind turned off

 relax and breathe maskless air

 it’s the burning season followed

 by the less cold than usual season

 don’t believe those educated pessimists

 don’t worry about within and without

 just help us keep punching others for you

 so you won’t have to think about 

 how much we take away

 and how often we laugh behind your back

 remember, loser and sucker,

 you’re voting for the color of our dreams

 

 

 


New Poem: LEAVE THE ROOM PERMANENTLY

 be mindful of your aging friends/as they repeat all the things their parents and grandparents once said/know when to leave the room permanently when they won’t change/talking about lies and Trump and people who are smug because they know more than they do and global warming being a hoax and Black Antifa building public housing next door and again Trump and Joe Biden being the demon from THE OMEN shape-shifted into an old man and Trump again again as the straight-talking savior who kicks liberals to the ground makes them cry then tears out their balls in a way Ted Cruz would approve of

 as you leave the room permanently/remind the people who are no longer your friends/how Ted Cruz had to lose his balls to support Trump in 2016/and that they are racists urinating toxins into the American bloodstream/and these toxins kill as deadly as COVID

don’t smell their smoke anymore/leave the damn room and drive and keep driving 

Saturday, August 29, 2020

New Poem: HELLO KENOSHA

 hello Kenosha Wisconsin 


 stop assuming everyone Black is an armed criminal 

 tell the teen and adult vigilantes to go home or be arrested

 remove the handcuffs and the leg irons from the severely wounded

and, above all, tell Donald Trump the following:

yes, you’re the President, but you don’t denounce the violence

of your followers and your presence here is unnecessary 

and potentially inflammatory 


thank you for reading this and giving it some thought

a concerned American who votes

 

Sunday, August 9, 2020

The Louis C.K. Poem

    but heeees my freeeeeennndddd say the female comics


    it is hard out there if you want to be funny

    bomb away on the open mics

    eventually get paid a little bit

    others get jealous

    say you’re not all that good

   the resentment you suck up 

    gets spit out in your standup set

    those pain in the ass kids and women

    who want you to pull focus from career career career

    eventually you’re around long enough  

    people think you’re commenting on bile 

    when you’re just regurgitating it

    here, female colleague, watch me wank

    look at this as comedy fraternity hazing

    damn this #MeToo stuff

    made you shelve your movie

    costs one million dollars in lost TV

    you’ll do new act attacking correctness

    drop in unannounced

    keep the press from spoiling the set

    wait long enough, someone will write

    you’re aware of what you’ve done to be diminished 

    when you still think you’ve been screwed 

    by pious people who don’t understand 

    comedy is letting your demons wank

    onto the audience in the same way

    you once wanked on people who,

    if they stood up to you,

    would see their careers go into the tank


    but heeeees my frieeeennnnnddd

    says the male comic who used some of his

    standup special time to middle-finger your accusers

    

    comedy, as practiced by some,  is not pretty

    it’s the fastball whizzing past your head

    it’s the punch smashing your testicles

    it’s the emcee saying you’re going to get fucked with

    it’s the joke that, too many times, leaves a stain

    that can never come out, no matter how much you scrub

    

    


Wednesday, July 22, 2020

New Poem: HOLLYWOOD

in 1932, she walked into Bullocks Wilshire
bought the best she could afford
then stood by the studio gates until chosen
>
days of learning how to talk, how to stand, how to diet
posing for publicity photographs
coerced into coitus by men who say you have to say yes
dress extra, bit player, supporting actress, star
marriages to leading men who wanted other stars on the side
>
even with a support system of friends and employees,
there’s constant pain, a yearning to stop this nonsense
>
then the contract runs out—make way for others
>
one day after the war,
she’s arrested for speeding down Topanga
after that, B pictures, TV series, then retirement
>
they buried her out in the back
of the church known as
Our Lady of the Cadillacs
>
in 1989, she walked into Beverly Center

Sunday, July 12, 2020

New Poem: AMERICA SITS IN THE COVID CORNER

hey Joe what are you doing there
sitting with that passport in your hand
keening and wailing I can’t use it
because the authority figures left the room
and the kids turned over their desks
carved obscenities into the blackboard
pulled the clock down from the wall
smashed it into microscopic metal pieces
screaming school sucks the hell with indoors
then pushed and shoved filling every street
>
the businessmen told the government
let us reopen we’re losing all this money
bellowing in a George C. Scott voice:
Jesus Christ we’ll be ruined
and the government gave in
told the CDC adapt or be ignored
making no commands or demands
just suggestions and punting decisions downwards
>
fear is a deadly disease
even worse than the current virus
so so scared of losing political donor money
even though big business got big loans
small businesses denied, told try try again
in the midst of this no one dared to think
of how to tell the public to mask up sit tight hang on
to see a real reduction in the plague
>
so Joe sits and cries
can’t even go visit Canada this summer
just watches the passing of the shit parade:
bad president battering school districts
amusement park reopening in high plague state
musicians and comedians playing to mask-free crowds
>
hey Joe what are you doing there
feeding your passport into a shredder


Monday, June 29, 2020

Best Movies of 2020 (so far)

In no specific order:
GRETEL & HANSEL
THE INVISIBLE MAN
SHIRLEY
NEVER RARELY SOMETIMES ALWAYS
DA 5 BLOODS
EMMA.
THE TRIP TO GREECE
THE KING OF STATEN ISLAND
MISS JUNETEENTH
THE GIRL WITH A BRACELET
PERFECT NANNY
Honorable Mention:
THE ASSISTANT
CAPONE
HOW TO BUILD A GIRL
ONCE WERE BROTHERS: ROBBIE ROBERTSON AND THE BAND
SWALLOW
TRUE STORY OF THE KELLY GANG
THE WAY BACK
MY DARLING VIVIAN
THE GHOST OF PETER SELLERS
DRIVEWAYS
Overhyped, Underwhelming:
THE VAST OF NIGHT
TOMMASO
BACURAU

Monday, June 22, 2020

New Poem: LIGHTING FUSES

late night noise
sometimes sounds like firecrackers
other times like gunshots
don’t know if it’s meant as fun
maybe it’s audible middle finger:
we’re doing this and screw your pets
and up yours if you call the police
like a male Karen wanting this to stop
safe inside while the red lights shine
across the street with the threat of escalation
and potential death penalty still present
in spite of promises of partial change
>
go back to bed
try to sleep if you can
it will be daylight soon

Monday, June 15, 2020

Contrasting ways of dealing with racism in America

A few minutes ago, I was picking up the day’s mail near the swimming pool at the condo complex and happened to overhear a young mother talking to her children about racism and why it is a bad thing.

Last night, my YouTube homepage brought up a video from actor John Schneider— forever known as faux-Southerner Bo Duke in THE DUKES OF HAZZARD TV series which ran from the late 1970s into the 80s.

Clicked on the video and watched Schneider ruminate about one of the series’s location shoots near Lake Sherwood in Westlake Village CA.

Then, he brought up the renewed discussion of the Confederate flag-decorated General Lee car—which, after Dylann Roof’s church massacre, caused DUKES reruns to be pulled off Viacom’s TV LAND.  Cue the tantrum John Schneider threw at the time:
https://www.hollywoodreporter.com/news/dukes-hazzard-star-rips-tv-806339

But times pass and momentary lessons dissipate.  So Warner Bros. TV allowed Amazon’s IMDB channel to carry DUKES beginning two years ago.

And, at the end of the YouTube video, Schneider references the new controversy and sends out a dog whistle to people hard-wired to watch the show in a reality-free vacuum: “Don’t let anybody tell you what to think!” and inviting commenters to agree with him.

And the comments tend to be of the “Southern pride”/“if it offends you, don’t watch variety including a head-scratcher which contends that around 1980 the Conferderate Flag was recontextualized as a symbol of Southernness and country music.  Plus the usual get over it liberals insults.

The big takeaway from this: most of the older generation won’t drop their views on race, racism and continued refusal to re-evaluate dubious life lessons learned from parents, relatives, friends co-workers, clergy, etc.  They’ll watch Fox News and OANN and bathe in trash talk about black victims of police violence and cry buckets over police officers balking at more responsible, less warlike behavior.

So it’s up to the younger generations—the demonstrators and the children listening to their mother at the swimming pool— to move America forward and keep it from again becoming, as Gore Vidal once said, “the United States of Amnesia.”


Thursday, June 11, 2020

New Poem: CAUGHT FLATFOOTED

when the massive death ship drops anchor again
we’ll blame the protesters and no one else
not the Las Vegas and Reno vacationers
not the overflowing pool parties in Ozarks
certainly not the federal and state leaders
and all the National/Local on-air news people
who cranked up their bullet microphones
to holler out:
OPEN UP OPEN UP
WE ARE LOSING MONEY HAND OVER FIST
GO BACK TO SHOPPING MALLS
SEE A MOVIE (PREFERABLY TENET OR MULAN)
IN A THEATER WE HOPE TO EXPAND TO 50 PERCENT
CAPACITY BECAUSE WE CARE MORE ABOUT
PROFIT MARGINS THAN YOUR HEALTH
AND IF IT WEREN’T FOR THOSE DAMN GOVERNORS
WE’D MAKE YOU GO TO CONCERTS TOO!
>
like I said above,
we’ll blame the protesters
and the National/Local news people love Both Sides
so we’ll endure the awful president being given oxygen
and lifted from the canvas before the count ends
in order to pretend much of 2020 never happened
>
so much easier to let death run wild
than learn from our lack of awareness
and our efforts to stay ahead of the flattened curve

Sunday, May 24, 2020

New Poem: TIME FOR A ROUND OF GOLF

Well, what do you expect me to do
When I’m kept in the White House
Most of the time except to go on
Field trips to factories where I
Don’t wear a mask unless I
Absolutely have to make a CEO happy
>
Golf relieves stress and enables me to
Pretend there’s no virus and I can
Shake hands with other players
Always aware of telephoto lenses
Watching me hit the greatest drive ever
>
Yes, I used to criticize Obama for playing golf
But that was just politics with a side of
Dog-whistle racism to make me look
Better by comparison—to make people
Think I’d actually be a strong, decisive
President with little time for recreational
Activities once elected to the office
I actually believed Hillary would win
>
What else do you want of me
I said Deborah could do the Sunday shows
In effect saying the dog ate the homework
But we’ll turn it in on time before the
Second Wave when I’ll refuse to lockdown
And punt it back to the states once again
>
The flags were at half-staff all weekend
As the failing New York Times remembered
Some of the dead as I stay at my Country Club
Behind the fence where I don’t have to
Answer for six-figure deaths which are
Just a big regrettable number as I plan
A re-election I probably won’t win
But I’ll make sure when I do my
Outdoor rallies of the dwindling faithful
To divide and inflict  pain on you
That I’ll never ever feel myself

Friday, May 22, 2020

New Poem: PAGE TURNING ON THE RED HIGHWAY

every state is opening
most counties are wriggling free
businesses want to operate mostly unfettered
beaches look like they usually do
>
Trump turns the page faster than Obama did with George W.
stomp that accelerator and turn your head from dead/dying
make sure the flags at half-staff happen on Memorial Day weekend
when the president doesn’t have to answer for mistakes made,
powers unused, reluctance to lead by example,
and, of course, no face coverage except in private
only grudgingly because president can only defer so much
>
in an alternative timeline,
government develops plans for action
saves lives in nursing homes and non-Caucasian communities
takes the necessary time to develop effective vaccines
>
alternate president paraphrases JFK
says we do not do this because it is  easy,
we fight this disease because it is right

Sunday, May 10, 2020

New Poem: MAGICAL IMPULSIVENESS


literal minded people
see the president saying no to masks
leader of the free world displays revulsion
like spayed/neutered cats and dogs
wearing Elizabethan collars
>
masks tossed to pavement
laid on top of trash and recycle bins
people squeeze through discount stores
acting as if they’re in THE MUSIC MAN
thinking they’re using Professor Hill’s think system
>
if we don’t wear masks
and we stand six inches instead of six feet apart
and if everyone else we see does this,
we’ll play our instruments perfectly
and no disease will ever bother us
in our blissful oblivious state
of magical impulsive recklessness

Saturday, May 9, 2020

Sheltering in place with these poetry books

Here’s what I’ve been reading from since lockdown’s beginning:
Simon Armitage: THE UNACCOMPANIED
Sholeh Wolpe: ROOFTOPS OF TEHRAN
Nick Flynn: I WILL DESTROY YOU
Joy Harjo: AN AMERICAN SUNRISE
Philip Levine: THE LAST SHIFT
Julia Vinograd: SKULL & CROSSWORDS
Charles Simic: COME CLOSER AND LISTEN
Elizabeth Iannaci: THE VIRGIN TURTLE LIGHT SHOW: SPRING 1968
August Kleinzahler: HOLLYHOCKS IN THE FOG: SELECTED SAN FRANCISCO POEMS
Matthew Zapruder: FATHER’S DAY
David Lloyd: THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO FRANK
Bob Foster: I WANT TO GO IN MOTION
Garrett Murphy: WHAT WE CLAIM...WHAT WE ARE
Michael Shepler: ANGEL’S FLIGHT

Friday, May 8, 2020

New Poem: LAVA LEVEL MAD

yes, that’s what the article said
the president who can’t wear masks
doesn’t care about social distancing
wants to gather WW2 vets for a photo-op
yes, that president
he gets ‘lava level mad’
because his Navy valet
had the nerve to get sick
while doing the work
of being a butler
within range of the Commander in Chief
>
how can this happen
when the president thought
he turned up the volume on the economy
and snuffed out pesky CDC restrictions
like James Cagney killing a gangster
locked in a car trunk in WHITE HEAT
>
how can this happen
in the midst of allowing the plague
to become a wild horse escaping a corral
galloping to the nearest town‘s meat packing plant
as the president gets ready to wave his hands
saying look over here instead
watch me me me
distracting you you you
Michael Flynn no longer crucified
here’s something else about Hunter Biden
Sleepy Joe still in his basement
the usual nasty negative politics
trying to make them stick in unusual times
>
how can this happen
the president rages to his staff
as the enemy plague
secures a beachhead
in the last place he expected

Friday, May 1, 2020

New Poem: MADE FOR THIS

I was shaped too well for the lockdown life
Kept away from bad influences
Held back from after school jobs
Ordered to be studious
Hit with a plastic ruler at 10
Slapped over and over at 17
Because my valedictorian speech was short
Meaning I didn’t try hard enough
So I gave in and made it longer
>
Learned not to argue
Viewed the world as adversarial
Saw things my parents’ way
There were good days wrapped in cotton
At least until faltering in college
Then anger because I couldn’t balance
Work with a new appetite for play
Sometime in the spring of 1979
They gave up on me
>
Shy child as teenager
Emotionally 14
At the age of 21
More talkative as an adult
Who loved to read books and newspapers
Didn’t know how to read other people
When you can’t and won’t listen
You’re usually on your own
>
Opinionated in middle age
Too much so, certain people said
Someone who never knew me
Once let me know I was
In his mind a witless friendless
Talentless [word for feces]
>
Older now
Was increasingly stay-home
Even before the plague
Have a wife and cats
(So I did something right)
Plague makes me scared of lots of things
Especially not passing the virus to them
>
Hoping for gradual return to daily life
Set free whatever better self that remains inside

Thursday, April 30, 2020

New Poem: 5700 CHANNELS

inside most days of the week
turn on regular television 
stories of front lines
bad self-given haircuts
everyday heroism
switch to cable news
president blaming others for disease 
sometimes New York governor joins in
go to streaming services
Netflix now doing dating shows
of the kind I turn on Netflix to avoid
here’s YouTube
sing along with the musicians
locked down in their homes
how I wish to see a concert again 
without catching the disease
find obscure movie channel on tablet
watch Chris Mitchum, son of Robert
in badly dubbed 80s action movie
stop thinking of indoor living for now
get those bad guys, Chris

Tuesday, April 28, 2020

New Poem: THE DEPUTY SHERIFF WEARS NO MASK

the boss won’t wear one
he calls wearing a mask a nasty word
I wouldn’t allow to be said around Mrs. Pence
>
by the time I got to the Mayo Clinic
I thought about the vanity sin
of defying orders of the clinic
who knows what the virus does
to staff and patients alike
>
but I decided to obey the boss
and the uncouth voters we need
taking a big big risk
hoping God knows
I’m rendering unto Caesar
keeping mental fingers crossed

New Poem: NO RESPONSIBILITY

let that President riff
like a fifth-grader convinced
he can play cornet like Louis Armstrong 
even though said fifth-grader
doesn’t look at a music book
can’t make his mouth form an embouchure
blows out a bunch of flat, air-filled notes
>
he wasn’t being sarcastic when he mused about
UV rays and bleach maybe doing for human insides
what they do for stovetops, tables and other surfaces
>
and then he realizes, lies and waves it away
and an until-now renowned scientist 
follows him almost scarf-deep into the Big Muddy
complaining about how that mean old press
takes a what-if remark and chews on it like gum
for at least two news cycles
>
to the staff, to the attorneys worrying 
about copycat behavior and poisonings,
and especially to the press and TV cameras,
the President says I take no responsibility 
even though he was elected to the highest office
which requires a lot of responsibilities—
such as don’t kill your voters
if you’re intent on being re-elected
to riff again and again
without regard for consequences 

Saturday, April 25, 2020

That feeling of helplessness

It’s a Saturday afternoon.  You’re abiding by the new normal of staying home and flattening the infection curve.  You turn on an online telethon to bring money into the Los Angeles Covid-19 fund.

And then you see Rick Lupert—a poet who has dealt out professional and personal discomfort to you.

You know how that went—he’s generally acclaimed in a certain subculture and is being seen today by more people than, say, a typical Cobalt Cafe reading.  By being critical of him, you were seen as a sorehead and a loser.

So there’s a feeling of wanting to find the nearest paper bag and hyperventilate into it.  Plus brooding over mistakes I made and unproductive thoughts.

In any event, it’s  better to stay home (except for trips to supermarket/pharmacy), not infect or be infected and donate to charities and businesses which need cash infusions to pay employees.

That’s all I can do in the present and future.

Better than to muse about who prospers and who doesn’t.

Friday, April 24, 2020

New Poem: FOUND PANDEMIC POEM FROM BOOK TITLES

Is This The Real Life?
Primer Of The Obsolete
Awake In The Dark
Theater Of Memory
Men, Women, And Ghosts
Different Hours
Dreams Gone Mad With Hope

Wednesday, April 22, 2020

New Poem: DONNIE TALK TO SCIENCE

Loosely inspired by Prince’s “Ronnie Talk To Russia” from CONTROVERSY.

Donnie talk to science
Don’t worry about the base
And the one percenters
Riding this out in the Hamptons
>
Pull the un-lockdown ripcord slowly
Stop making fools of Birx and Fauci
>
Open up your gilded Mar-a-Lago
And your Vegas Strip non-casino hotel
To service workers, homeless
And first responders who need some rest
>
Put an end to your foolish pride
Make testing available nationwide
>
Donnie talk to science
Before there’s no one left alive
To talk to you


Sunday, April 19, 2020

New Poem: THE BRIEFING GOES ON WITHOUT ME

it’s every day except for holidays
press keeps social distance in tiny room
except when it moves to Rose Garden
president throws pandemic aside
to yell about Us Versus Them
and punish reporters within and without
>
Anthony and Deborah walk a line
as thin as dental floss
so they can stay in the room
and occasionally talk real science
when not being humiliated
and bent like a Gumby doll
to serve the needs of president and industry
>
cable pundits complain
network execs say he’s the president
so we have to show his bluster and lies
just like his campaign rallies in 16
>
please pull your eyeballs from the screen
read about actual facts and figures
make informed decisions
put the black ink blot in correct circle
to end at least some of this nightmare
when we make it to November

Saturday, April 18, 2020

New Poem: A COLD DAY IN AUSTIN

it’s a gray day in downtown Austin
all the people standing too close together
letting Alex Jones who lied about Sandy Hook
do their thinking for them
allowing themselves to risk their lives
as free extras in an InfoWars infomercial
>
I don’t remember reading about
people on the home front in World War 2
protesting en masse
about ration cards and blackouts
and being told not to talk about troop movements
they held fast for almost four years
>
today, we howl like banshees
get the keys to the beach too soon
lust to be free to do harm unto others
after just six weeks

Friday, April 17, 2020

New Poem: IT IS WHAT IT ISN’T

president gets hold of tea party bazooka
tweets the word liberate in all caps
encourages insurgent behavior
wants his fans to get out of their houses
cut off pieces of the golden calf
demand a stunted version of normal
>
death is more than numbers on spreadsheet
much more than a model bent to White House will
it’s family friends neighbors coworkers
doctors nurses online shipping clerks
meat packers ministers actors writers
supermarket checkers and many more
>
make tests available
find out who has it who does not
don’t make Americans play Russian Roulette
give life a chance

Saturday, April 11, 2020

New Poem: SHACKLETON’S BOAT


sea is rough
water pours in
rations are low
hard to sleep
>
don’t lose sextant
won’t lose hope
land will appear
we will survive

Friday, April 3, 2020

New Poem: RESOLUTE

Sitting behind the Resolute Desk
Then rising to meet Kings, Queens and Dictators
It may be trying times
I might have to keep social distance
But I will wear no mask
No mask whatsoever
I refuse to look weak
As I require others to be tested,
Waiting for fifteen minutes
Until they, unlike most of America,
Find out they’re virus-free
And safe to be ushered in
To bask in the presence of Resolute Me

Sunday, March 29, 2020

New Poem: MARCH

March came in like a lion cub
Ended like a bullet train
Plunging off a washed away bridge
Into a crevice far far below
>
Some people hear the crash
Smell the rising clouds of smoke
Other people shop at supermarkets
Wearing homemade jackets
With a painting of the too-familiar President
Underneath, there’s a statement:
HATERS GONNA HATE
>
Some persist in embracing a fool’s worthless words
And remain at one with his every change of mind
Turning heads away from unnecessary deaths
Preventable by foresight and advance preparation
Thinking that coronavirus isn’t nearly as bad
As being a member of the Democratic Party

Saturday, March 14, 2020

Found Coronavirus Poem

Assembled from various articles/social media posts:

shoot from the hip
keep the government narrative
hold down infection numbers
order a day of prayer
maybe it goes away
like a miracle
where science won’t be necessary
>
afternoon briefing
Oval Office at night
too little in the beginning
now, save the stock market
instead of everyday people
improvisational leader talks of
tests that aren’t there
maybe that will shut them up, he thinks
>
people may/may not be infected
someone claims this exists
because impeachment failed
>
it’s like the end of the world
you can’t find anything
people take far more than they need
no sanitizer, no toilet paper,
even stripping Trader Joes
like piranhas devouring prey
>
accentuate the positive
try not to read too much negative
stay home, don’t dare go out
family and friends become talking pictures
on computer and tablet screens

Wednesday, March 11, 2020

ESQUIRE’s Charles P. Pierce on our inadequate response to coronavirus

Spend four decades building the case that the federal government is a hindrance to personal freedom and economic prosperity and, sooner or later, people will think anybody can run it and will elect themselves an entertaining moron to do so. Spend four decades building the case that the federal government can’t do anything right and, sooner or later, it will forget how. 
Government, like a hammer, is a tool, as the late Molly Ivins used to say. Like any other tool, there is a right way and a wrong way to use it, and that depends on the competence of the person using it. You can use it to build a house or you can use it to break your thumb. Alas, now, in the middle of a global pandemic, we seem to be governed by people compelled to hit themselves over the head with it, time after time, until blissful unconsciousness reasserts itself and they don’t have to think about the rest of us for a while.
Charles P. Pierce—excerpt from ESQUIRE column.

Wednesday, March 4, 2020

Bill Clinton in 1996 Equals Joe Biden in 2020.

This is what fearful, non ambitious centrist triangulation once gave us—and, after last night, gives again. Turning the floor over to Bill Clinton’s 1996 State of the Union address, excerpt here:
The era of big government is over. But we cannot go back to the time when our citizens were left to fend for themselves.Instead, we must go forward as one America, one nation working together to meet the challenges we face together. Self-reliance and teamwork are not opposing virtues; we must have both.
I believe our new, smaller government must work in an old-fashioned American way, together with all of our citizens through state and local governments, in the workplace, in religious, charitable and civic associations.

Friday, February 21, 2020

New Poem WINNING UGLY 2020

Inspired by a Rolling Stones song from thirty-five years ago.

Pour my endless money into TV commercials
Hope voters stay low information
Respond like lab rats to stimulation
Give them some exhilaration
>
Watch me put Tweedle-Dum down
As I, Tweedle-Dee, paint him as lying clown
Though he says the same things about women
And people of color that I do
>
In a debate, I’ll defend my misdeeds
Then, I’ll pay for a video carefully edited
Making me look like the winner I wasn’t
>
I’ll spend my way to the top
I’ll make liberals cry in despair
I want no taxes raised on me
As a billionaire, I consider this fair
>
If you dare get in my way,
I’ll force you to sign a NDA
And I’ll have you stopped and frisked
On your way home after you’re disinvited
From taking part in my reboot of America

Sunday, February 2, 2020

Older Poem: SHAKEN

Originally published in a 2016 issue of POETIC DIVERSITY.

SHAKEN

sitting at sixth grade desk
but shoulders and back
at too low an angle
so the homeroom teacher
came up to me
and fiercely expelled
the physical demons
she thought I possessed
punctuating this with shouts
about my bad bad behavior
as other students looked 
and did nothing
for fear of teacher
striding to the closet
and pulling big wooden paddle
off its hook
  
this was recorded for posterity
by nondigitized memory
and may never be erased

Saturday, February 1, 2020

Donald Trump’s Impeachment Summatized

Last night’s pre-acquittal debacle was brought to you by Nancy Pelosi’s dithering, Mitch McConnell’s cynical machinations, John Roberts’s cowardice and Donald Trump’s autocratic de-evolution of the presidency.

And let’s not forget the DNC and RNC, who each have their preferred candidates and (especially with the DNC) are maneuvering towards primary/convention results that will have little bearing on the will of the people who aren’t cheated (RNC) out of the right to vote in a 2020 election which appears likely to be the most vituperative/volcanic of all.

Finally, progressives/centrists should stop fantasizing about John Bolton showing up on the Senate floor to become a profile in courage. It won’t happen.

Monday, January 27, 2020

Best Film/TV of 2019: Final Draft

THE IRISHMAN
THE REPORT
THE SOUVENIR
LES MISERABLES
HER SMELL
US
PARASITE
ONE CHILD NATION
APOLLO 11
CHARLIE SAYS
WHERE’S MY ROY COHN?
LITTLE WOMEN
MARRIAGE STORY
CLEMENCY

Honorable Mention:
KNIVES OUT
ONCE UPON A TIME....IN HOLLYWOOD
DOLEMITE IS MY NAME
AD ASTRA
JUDY
WILD ROSE
FORD V FERRARI
THE MUSTANG
UNCUT GEMS
HALSTON (Director’s Cut)
PAIN AND GLORY


MUST-SEE TV:
WHEN THEY SEE US
CHERNOBYL 
THE MORNING SHOW (Episode 8)
COUNTRY MUSIC
THE ACT
ESCAPE FROM DANNEMORA
LEAVING NEVERLAND
UNBELIEVABLE 
QUALIFIED (Janet Guthrie ESPN documentary)
FLEABAG
AT THE HEART OF GOLD 

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Donald Trump’s Greatest Impeachment Hits Deluxe Edition

1. This Rusher Thing
2. My Lester Holt Interview (spoken word)
3. Putin On Line 1
4. Ukraine Do Me A Favor
5. Rudy Don’t Fail
6. It Was A Perfect Phone Call
7. Bill Barr Said I Can Do Anything
8. Mueller On My Mind
9. Two Story White House (duet with Melania)
10. Wag The Middle East Dog
11. Blame Hunter Biden
12. Let’s Get This Acquittal Started
Bonus Tracks:
13. Who’s Lev Parnas?
14. Don’t Speak (No Doubt cover dedicated to John Bolton)
15. No Witnesses

Monday, January 13, 2020

2020 Oscar nominations summarized.

There’s still a huge gap between the critical community at large//publicists/festival programmers and the voting members of AMPAS.  Women remain excluded from key behind-the-camera nominations. Big studio buzzy behemoths are still prioritized: JOKER could be this year’s GREEN BOOK.  And Netflix is allowed to have a few more seats at the table—but won’t be allowed to win too many trophies because it would be a bad look for the big studios who have chosen to abandon mid-to-high budget prestige films for mid-to-high budget hotrror/sci-fi/superhero movies.

Sunday, January 12, 2020

2019 Cinematic Disappointments Second Draft

QUEEN & SLIM
DOCTOR SLEEP
JOKER
LINDA RONSTADT: THE SOUND OF MY VOICE
THE DEAD DON’T DIE
THE KITCHEN
BLINDED BY THE LIGHT
EXTREMELY WICKED, SHOCKINGLY EVIL AND VILE
CAPTAIN MARVEL
GLASS
THE GOOD LIAR
AFTER THE WEDDING
DOMINO