No Austin, it looks like…

Most of you know that I’ve been in bad financial straits for a bit.

I was scheduled to go to Austin, TX for NPS. I’ve been waiting for a ticket voucher I earned through a product rebate to book flights — it was for a full price ticket.

The voucher hasn’t arrived, so I started booking flights today, thinking I could scrape by with money.

I hunted all the appropriate websites. I found a decent fare (277 roundtrip) and booked it through Priceline.

Priceline took the booking, but stated that they were having processing trouble and would e-mail me the confirmation.

I received an e-mail about an hour later stating that the processing center had lost my information, and I had to rebook.

In that hour, the flight I’d looked to be on had gone up by close to 200 dollars.

I can’t afford to go — can’t drive because I need to sleep with my equipment and can’t do that in a car.

Unless I hit the lottery like now, I can’t go.

This is terrible — I had agreed to go to do a bunch of stuff, and now it’s all gone.

Last straw.


Song lyrics I’m working on

It’s kind of an odd piece for me…think Les Barker and you’re on the right track musically. As for motivation, I just wanted to write something unreservedly… silly.

Reprobate

Oh, I’ve been exposed to lots of things
And seen the world of culture,
You might say when it comes to art
I’m a sort of culture vulture,

From Balinese performance art
To cabaret in Soho,
I’ve heard a bit of everything
And I know the good from the so-so.

Poetry from slam to school,
Paintings from Pollock to El Greco,
Outlaw country hardcore bands
And Bauhaus to roccoco.

But I never thought that I’d exclude
Any form of expression
Until I realized that there
Was art that caused depression.

Chorus:
And it’s still a big surprise to me
I seem to have chosen
I’d rather hear “The Humpty Dance”
Than listen to Beethoven.

(4-6 fingerpicked bars of “Fur Elise”, followed by:)
“humpty hump…do the humpty hump…”

From underground to concert hall,
From night club to recital,
The thought of hearing classical
Can make me suicidal.

There’s something in a string quartet
That sets my teeth to grinding,
There’s something ’bout an orchestra,
My brain begins unwinding.

The lowbrow art of everyday
Appeals to my sensations,
And as far as I’m concerned,
It gets my commendation.

Chorus 2:
And it seems to me a big surprise
That the tunes to which I’m partial
Sound more like “Daydream Nation”
And less like Brahms’ “Pastoral.”

Mozart, Bach, and Berlioz
Receive their due from history,
But Tom Waits and the Residents
Are more my cup of mystery.

If all you take away from this
Is that I am a cretin,
This cretin hops with pride and joy,
Unwashed and unbeaten.

And if all you take away from this
Is disdain and rejection,
I’m proud to hold the banner high
For contrarian selection.

Chorus 3:
And it seems to there’s no surprise
To the path that I have chosen,
Since I understand Grandmaster Flash
More than I understand Beethoven.

I’m proud to say I have no shame
In thus blowing my cover,
I’d rather have my iPod set
To Beethoven rolling over.


Icchus in the AM

a rare sighting…


Well, that’s good enough for me…

Iraqi Prime Minister al-Maliki says the US can go home anytime it wants, as one of his ministers expresses frustration that the country’s being treated like an experiment in an American Lab.

Here’s a link to the story: http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/meast/07/14/iraq.military.ap/index.html

Seriously, this ought to be the test of whether or not Bush and Co. truly believe their crap rhetoric about Iraq being a representative democracy and a truly sovereign nation. If they want us out, we ought to go, no questions asked. That’s the way that stuff is supposed to work, right?

And as for the minister’s comments — really, is there anything to say about that that he didn’t say? He’s right, of course. And that’s precisely why the US troops aren’t going anywhere for a bit — say, 10 years or so.


Too much dangerous hair for one metal muthafuckin chin

This is funnier than it should be:

Hetfield Held Up for ‘Taliban’ Beard
AOL
Posted: 2007-07-09 10:13:25
Filed Under: Music

(July 9) — Metallica’s Live Earth performance almost faded to black before it even happened, thanks to British airport officials who held their lead singer at a terminal because of his “Taliban-like beard.”

According to the British newspaper The Times, as reported by the New Zealand Herald, metal pioneer James Hetfield was held up and subjected to a line of questioning due to his facial hair following a tense week in the United Kingdom after foiled terror plots and an attack in Scotland.

The Times reports that airport security officials were embarrassed and let Hetfield go after he explained he was a member of the legendary rock band.

Tangentially, I know it’s deeply uncool to say it, but I’m still a Metallica fan — I’ve liked all the albums from the beginning, and think the crap they take for not being the same band they started as is pretty uncalled for. If you’re writing the same poetry (oops, I mean music) at 40 that you were at 20, you’re pretty much, um, AC/DC. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I think change and experimentation are ok.

Rumors that Metallica’s next album will be named “Tales of the Great Satan” remain unconfirmed at press time.


thoughts, mid afternoon

Icchus has kind of stalled in his adjustment process — stays under the couch all day, then cries off and on and haunts you all night. I’m worried that it might be too much of a change for him — will give it another day or so and if it doesn’t shift much, I may have to return him.

sniffle.

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GotPoetry.com has a cool new feature that allows you to create a fully formatted chapbook from the finished poems you’ve posted on line at pretty much the push of a button.

I’ve been planning to play with it for a bit and create a new chapbook. Noticing that the theme of a lot of my poems lately have ot do with what it means to be “American.”

Anyone else have any interesting themes in the their work lately?

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Listening to Miles on a warm afternoon — specifically, “Seven Steps To Heaven” — is a glorious thing.

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I need a NYC fix soon. Would love to hunt down a feature for Duende, or myself solo as second choice; barring that, just get down and soak up some NYC summer.

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Business trips this week and next to McLean VA (this week, Thursday nite/Friday AM) and Harrisburg PA (next week, Thursday/Friday). The second one is a sudden request, which is good because I’m broker than broke right now — still dumbfounded as to how I’m going to afford Austin.

Speaking of which — I’ve been emailing Mike Henry in follow up to a couple of emails regarding NPS events he sent me a while back, and I’m getting no response. I know he’s crazy busy right now, but I am getting antsy about not having info. Any idea who to get in touch with that might be less crazed right now?

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I picked up two cheap CDs this PM when I was over at Circuit City getting a laptop stand (this thing gets warm). Both are of traditional Indian ragas, something I used to listen to a lot at one point. Am looking forward to this.

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I’m a hermit these days, but that’s OK. Waterfire in Providence tonight, I think — cheap and pretty.


Lady In The Harbor

she is just the Statue of Liberty to us
she doesn’t have a name of her own

we stole her name
when she entered the harbor

no “I am…”
for her

no sense of herself
to fall back on

so many names were stolen
from so many

but names
what do they matter

the Statue of Liberty
was born to watch over

things other than identity
wasn’t she

there are times when she wishes
she could run the streets of New York City

calling out for the ghosts of those she let pass
saying “Maria Gunther Luisa Michael

I remember who you were
when we met”

hoping one would turn
and say

“yes I remember you
with your lamp and your crown

your name was…”

she thinks this way
whenever the pressure of being forgotten

becomes too much
to hold in silence

she wants to lie down and sleep
one good night’s rest might help her remember

she thinks she might have been French
before we turned her turned into something new

she never wanted to be iconic
if it meant forgetting who she was


He’s out!

He’s curled up next to me on the couch right now.

He doesn’t like flash photos, so I think I’ll wait till tomorrow to show him off.

Glad he’s settling in.


I mean it, really…

I’ll post pictures of him as soon as he comes out from under the couch.

He was out for about two hours this early AM, yowling and nervous…but then he went back under the couch and went back to sleep.

He did eat a little, I think…hard to tell.


I hereby promise

to have at least one picture of my lovely cat Icchus posted here, if he ever comes out from under the couch.


I’m feeling ok this morning.

Why?

Because I’m going to go get my CAT!

He’s joining the household today. I have missed him. YAY!

Photos later…


Believe it or not, a new Zero Point Zero column…

Yup — hard to believe, but there it is:

http://www.gotpoetry.com/News/article/sid=5401.html

If you read it and feel moved to comment, please comment there on the column, ok?


After watching Bush’s speech this PM

Utne Reader last month had a couple of thought provoking articles that I think the Left ought to be tuning into right now.

One details the steady decrease in the importance and impact of demonstrations and public protests as tools for change.

The other (written by an organizer of Food Not Bombs) deals with the myth of the success of non violent protest (yes, including Gandhi) and how violence has actually been the deciding force in most instances of social change where nonviolence is celebrated.

Food for thought, o peaceful ones.


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