I move with the wind
Wind comes from Mar-a-Lago
Don’t blame me for this
Entries about current events, arts and entertainment (including the competitive sport of poetry).
First headline:
fell and couldn’t get up
crawled past the bewildered cats
finally found the cellphone, dialed 911
kept on hold, then gave information
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somehow opened the patio door
slow crawl to the garage
somehow opened the electric door
then reverse crawl from patio to den
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a few minutes later, paramedics arrive
one of them says, mute the Dodger game on TV
another sees the books by my chair and asks
do you ever go outside?
I say yes, when the medicines and groceries run out
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vitals checked, prescriptions recorded
lifted to my feet, not without further knee pain
decline a ride to the emergency room
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by myself again
should buy a cane and a walker
though I dread reduced mobility
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bruises, but no breaks or fractures
time to turn off the mute button
Joshua Logan’s adaptation of the William Inge play PICNIC will screen in early April at Hollywood’s Egyptian Theater (Netflix/American Cinematheque) with two people I like doing a Q and A afterwards.
But I can’t bring myself to see it again; once, two decades ago, at the pre-Tarantino Vista Theater was more than enough.
Overaged, miscast William Holden and the excruciating scene where Rosalind Russell loudly begs MARRY ME MARRY ME MARRY ME to Arthur O’Connell resonate in my memories like tornado warning sirens.
Mitigating factors are Kim Novak and young Susan Strasberg, plus the Kansas color cinematography of James Wong Howe.
But it doesn’t work for me as a definitive portrait of breaking away from small town narrowness.
What I saw of the Katie Britt SOTU rebuttal (couldn’t bring myself to endure the whole thing) reminded me of fundraising appeals that either come from televangelists or hucksters preying on seniors who watch MeTV, Buzzr, etc.
Obviously, it was intended as a soft-sell version of Trump’s standard apocalyptic Hulk Smash bigotry and Bidenphobia. But it seemed like an audition video for a local TV news anchor position—heavy on smiling while reading copy off the teleprompter. With the occasional look this is serious face.
Quote below is from an article by Rebecca Davis O’Brien titled WHY THE AGE ISSUE IS HURTING BIDEN SO MUCH MORE THAN TRUMP.
“It is the perception of how you communicate,” said Carol Kinsey Goman, a speaker and coach on leadership presence. “When Trump makes those kinds of faux pas, he just brushes it off, and people don’t say, ‘Oh, he’s aging.’ He makes at least as many mistakes as Joe Biden, but because he does it with this bravado, it doesn’t seem like senility. It seems like passion.”
Happened upon the paragraph below on the Best Buy website. As most people know, Best Buy soon plans to murder sales of physical DVDs/Blu-rays/4K discs both in their stores and online.
get ready once more
two mastodons enter the stadium
for more roars and tusk-butts
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the media loves rematches
even if most of the public doesn’t
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watch Donald dance away
from what he stirred up on 1/6/21
heh heh, nothing to do with me
they got overexcited on their own
you don’t mind if I squash civil liberties next time
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see Joe bark at those who
dare to bring up Israel and Gaza
and his failure to distance from Bibi’s slaughter
he says look, I cut insulin prices
and got both parties to agree on infrastructure
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someone asks why he doesn’t tout the accomplishments
instead of always shouting OOGA BOOGA TRUMP
the crowd boos the question
Joe resumes the stump speech
this is what we get
when we don’t have big donor money
or super PAC clout
to push for real change
to keep old men with outmoded methods
away from oval offices and nuclear footballs