Showing posts with label Odes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Odes. Show all posts

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Crops: (Revised 2011) Ode to My Wallet




My wallet went missing this morning.



Fear strangled me.  Where could I put it?  What might have happened?



I thought of calling the bank for fear that someone might use my debit card to buy a plain ticket to Timbuktu. Maybe a terrorist had taken my wallet and was buying tickets for a one way ticket, a one way ticket to ten virginal browned eyed beauties, with luscious, buoyant tit-ties. I needed to contact TSA as soon as possible!!! Where did I place that number?     What if someone stole my identity? And my name was now linked with some porn addict



I prayed to my wallet angel who had always kept my wallet safe, even that one night when the wallet laid exposed in the back alley in Denver, Colorado.



Angrily, I tore up my house attempting to find my extraordinary normal brown wallet.    I found the wallet in the last place I looked, right behind a leg of the leather coach. Nothing is more securing than a wallet jammed in your back right pocket, of your worn out blue jeans.



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Wednesday, November 17, 2010

To listen or not to listen?

Reading according to Websters Dictionary is an  activity of interpreting music, a situation, or something said or written.   But it also means to be able to read a written or printed text.  Today one can read in a variety of formats; the traditional format can be read on the computer, on one's kindle, or on a traditionally bounded set of printed words.  But also reading is now being defined as listening to books; the reader can listen to complete books via audio c.d.s or via a MP3 file, on their computer.

But is listening to an audio book reading?  Does listening to a book constitute the same experience as reading one?  Will the reader's reaction to the book be influenced by the listening experience?  Some authors have published and read their own works on an Audio format.  Neil Gammon read his Graveyard Book and recorded it onto C.D..  I ponder if my liking Fahrenheit 451 was due me listening to it, and not reading it.  Bradbury is a really good oral story teller, but is his writing good?  Hmm we ponder!

Monday, March 22, 2010

Harlan Ellison Dreams of Sharp Teeth Eating Antisemitic Flesh




Check out the movie:  Harlan Ellison:  Dreams with Sharp Teeth

I loved watching this movie for its honest portrait of a writers life.  The movie shows the hard work of being a synthesizer of words, and how one's muse directs this synthesis.    A number of greats share with us the life of Mr. Ellison; including Robin Williams, Dan Simmons, Neil Gaimon, and Harlan Himself.   The movie deals with diverse subjects:  bullies, army, Judaism, antisemitism, atheism, anger,  and creativity.   

Unfathomably I have not read any of Harlan's books but I plan to.   I have made a month in my reading plan just to read him.   

I am thankful for incredible documentaries, on incredible people, with incredible hearts.   

Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Ode to my Wallet


My wallet went missing this morning.    I could not find it anywhere, and began to fear all the possibilities of what might have happened.  I thought of calling the bank for fear that someone might use my debit card to buy a plain ticket to Timbuktu.   I did not know who to call to prevent some pervert from stealing my identity.   i prayed to God that he would keep my wallet safe.   Angrily, I tore up my house attempting to find my extraordinary normal brown wallet.    I found the wallet in the last place I looked, right behind a leg of the leather coach.   Nothing is more ordinary than a brown wallet;  (my dad's wallet is the same exact one)    but nothing is more securing than having a wallet in your back right pocket.  Why can't we treasure the things in our pockets here and now?

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Moonpies of Romance: Onions



Smelly small potent, the onion caramelizes in my oven at 400 degrees.   I sliced into four pounds of onions today to make our French Onion Soup.  I slit into the yellow onions heart and threw it into my cast iron dutch oven to cook for an hour; the onions fought back with painful tears.


I wondered who were the first people to think it a good idea to use onions in their cooking?   How did the first people know the richness they held when used properly?  Where were they first used?  I love the taste of sweet onions, the usefullness of a yellow onion, and the tart taste of a red onion juilienned to a bed of arugula.  






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