one thing today

  Maryanne Faithful died today. She was very beautiful in her younger days. She was Mick J's girlfriend who sang  As Tears Goes By. She was an actress, a homeless heroin addict, an 80s rock star, an international spoken word grand dame in her final years. She reminded me of my best friend Sak back in the day. Her haunting album round '79,  Broken English, was a big hit and played and played in gay clubs here for years and years ... every time I see your dick I see her cunt in my bed.  Pop goes transgressive. They don't make 'em like her anymore. They should. 

  ... can do anything - electrical, plumbing, carpentry ... you name it, he does it. splendidly, willingly, unassumingly. nice. above isn't an upscale mousehole.  it's a kittly litter door and displays his ingenuity and thoughtfulness. he bordered the entry and exit with an arc of bristly brush so the lucky felines can groom themselves and catch a  cheap thrill at the same time. we should all be so creative in our willingness to be of service to others. 

  There must be a Swedish or German word for the feeling you get when you move into a new place. I felt it immediately when I walked thru the door here … in rooms that invite the empire state in in all its iconic glory all day everyday. It was the same feeling I had when I first moved to my hovel when I was 22. and then again and once again and again. until now. There's gotta be some word that means fresh, bright, full of future detail and not yet written tales of woe as well as wonderment. Who knows where the time went and will go?    

Back in 1957 We had to dance a foot apart And they hawk-eyed us from the sidelines Holding their rulers without a heart And so with just a touch of our fingers oh we could make our circuitry explode All we ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold We really thought we had a purpose We were so anxious to achieve We had hope The world held promise For a slave to liberty Freely I slaved away for something better And I was bought and sold And all I ever wanted Was to come in from the cold I feel your leg under the table Leaning into mine I feel renewed I feel disabled By these bonfires in my spine I don't know who the arsonist was Which incendiary soul But all I ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold I am not some stone commission Like a statue in a park I am flesh and blood and vision I am howling in the dark Long blue shadows of the jackals Are falling on a pay phone by the road Oh, all they ever wanted Was just to come in from the cold Is this just vulgar electricity Is t...

Three many doubts a million to one  Unfinished business Undeserved  fun Sound swells Silence too No laughs   Empty zoo   Days die Flowers curl Sweeps of weeks Time turns sly   And we stay here Year after year Tear after tear mildly wildly  quiet

... was a small-town portrait photographer who documented rural life in the American south between 1930 and 1959.  Disfarmer was not a social individual and little is known about his life. He was born Mike Meyer in Indiana and moved to Arkansas with his parents in the late 1800s. After his father died in 1914, he moved with his mother to Heber Springs, where he constructed a photography studio on the back porch of their house. Around 1930, a tornado killed his mother and destroyed their house. He built a new studio on Main Street and established himself as the town photographer. He kept to himself and was considered eccentric. 

.... did it take them so long to put plastic wheels on luggage? ...  did it take us so long to stop calling it the master bedroom?  ...  did they make a Sixties TV comedy about Nazis? ...  did it take until 1972 to do closed captioning (The French Chef)? ...  was a ventriloquist a huge success on the radio in the Thirties?