monk222: (Bonobo Thinking)
For a moment, I thought the New York Times was getting more serious about its pay wall. I was wondering if I should buy a subscription, but then I realized that the answer is 'no'. I no longer have my Maureen Dowd crush. I no longer find its opinion writers, in general, to be that compelling. The only thing I would miss is the book reviews, but when it comes to books, my main problem is not having enough time for all the books that I already would like to read, rather than getting to hear of new books coming out. No, I am ready to let the Times fall out of my life.
monk222: (DarkSide: by spiraling_down)
To think how I used to loathe five o'clock mornings. Now I rather miss them. With age it apparently gets worse. Now, when I get up, for a bathroom run and a cat-check, after only two or three hours of sleep, I often cannot fall back asleep. Oh, I'll resist this wakefulness for about an hour, turning from one side of the bed to the other, never able to find that sweet spot of slumberous comfort.

Once I accept the inevitable and get up, my routine is ready to make the best of it. My little stack of poetry books and my decks of cards lay ready for my daily ministrations. And once I am fully up and alert, I welcome the extra session of poetry and Solitaire, nothing sweeter, although I know I will pay for it in the morning with a late sleep, cutting into my time with Lincoln.

And, yeah, there are the eats and some TV. The movie "Claire in Motion" might be good. It's not porn. A mathematician's husband goes missing on a hike. If it doesn't float my boat, then I'll just watch the shoot-out between the Rams and the 49ers again.

I now see the hours as being like ocean waves, and you just have to catch them the best you can.

* * *

This proved to be a little different. When I went back to bed, at about seven-thirty, I couldn't wake up and get out of bed, but kept falling back asleep. I finally got up at ten-thirty to check out what all the noise was out back: the next-door neighbor doing lawn work. I would have gone back to bed, feeling as groggy as I did, but I was starving, and this woke me up into action, throwing some chicken into the oven and officially starting my day.

But it's late, almost noon, and I am not going to meet Lincoln at all this morning. I hated standing him up: we are so close to the end of volume one.


Sep. 22nd, 2017 08:50 pm
monk222: (Effulgent Days)
Pop left for another stay-over at Kay's. Needing a shower, while being home alone, I turned on the TV and cranked up the volume, as I usually do, to give pause to would-be burglars. I thought to put on the Elvis channel. It had been a long time. The bluesy rocker "Like a Baby" played.

It was a fool heart you took
and I fell 'cause you look
like a baby


You're just a flirt
and I had to be hurt
like a baby

He is still the king.


Sep. 22nd, 2017 03:57 pm
monk222: (Little Bear)
I love how cool the air-conditioner feels inside the house on a September afternoon. The house is too big and the heat too great for it to feel this nice in July. Indeed, if Pop were truly a hard-ass, he could insist that it is comfortable enough to go without the air-conditioner, and I couldn't really say that he was being utterly unreasonable. I am glad life is still sweeter than that.


Sep. 21st, 2017 07:15 pm
monk222: (Primal Hunger)
Trump still likes to play the super-hawk. Speaking at the United Nations, Trump said he is prepared to "totally destroy" North Korea. The North Korean leader has responded, saying, "I will surely and definitely tame the mentally deranged U.S. dotard with fire." I wonder what the odds are that we will see a nuclear strike this year or the next.



Sep. 21st, 2017 05:13 pm
monk222: (Default)
Pop comes home with some burned chicken. He sells it big to me, like I'm a dumb housewife. I don't doubt it was on sale - a fire sale! Does he really think I cannot see how black it is? But, hey, there probably is enough good meat in there to make a sandwich with it tonight. It just annoys me that this borderline retard thinks I am a dummy that he can play around with, like my brain is putty in his hands.


Sep. 20th, 2017 01:12 pm
monk222: (Devil)
"Vice" reports: "A third of vegetarians eat meat when they're drunk." One person tweeted, "I love this stat so much I want to marry it."

monk222: (Primal Hunger)
The Kansas City Chiefs are looking kind of super this year. They opened the season by defeating the Super Bowl champions, the Patriots, and they took over the game this week against the Eagles. It looks like they have a budding superstar with that Hunt running back. If I could follow only one team this year and must choose today, I'd definitely go with the Chiefs. The Cowboys got crushed by the Broncos on Sunday; so, that's looking disappointing.

I was thinking that Pop might have a long season in front of him, being solely interested in the Boys. However, the Broncos, I take it, are a very strong team, a likely Super Bowl candidate. So, the Cowboys might still be contenders to make it into the play-offs, and if they do, the field at that time might look quite different, and like they say, on any given Sunday...


Sep. 19th, 2017 11:03 am
monk222: (Strip)
With all the rain we took this summer, I got lazy about protecting that strip of lawn around the patio and to the gate. But I gave it a drink this morning, and I'll probably take care of the trees tonight. That will probably be it for the year. The lawn should go dormant, no? We're coming into October pretty fast. I hope so, because that is the plan I am working off of. A little autumnal rain would be reassuring.
monk222: (Effulgent Days)
"The Paris Review" magazine tweeted an article about a baseball fantasy book by Robert Coover. He is the one who wrote that surrealist Nixon novel "The Public Burning" that has been on my 'wanna read' stack for years, and which I might get around to if only I had two or three lives to burn through.

The hook that caught me on that tweet was a picture of a baseball board game, complete with fan stands in addition to the field and pitcher's mound and bases. Back in the summer when I got into watching baseball games, I was tempted to buy such a set-up, a fantasy game with dice. The picture on the tweet was a lot like what I was looking at then at Amazon.

The novel, "The Universal Baseball Association", looks more intriguing than the Nixon one. An accountant loses himself in his evenings in his fantasy baseball league with his little board game and dice. It begins to take over his whole life, as all his players come to have fuller lives. The idea of losing oneself in an imaginary world is, of course, one of my top fascinations, perhaps second only to schoolgirls facing stranger danger.

The idea bleeds into my writerly aspirations to write up a fantasy world. Unfortunately, beyond fantasizing that I can write like that, my imagination has never been up to it, not even to begin such a thing. I am about resolved to that reality at this late date, but I am still intrigued by fictional treatments of the theme, as somebody should be able to put together such a novel for the ages, something that I can put on my shelves alongside "The Magic Mountain" and "Lolita". I'm doubtful that Coover's book is it, and novels in general haven't been making it into my reading life lately. I cannot remember the last time I read one, not counting rereadings of Candide and Lolita. Maybe it has been at least a couple of years. Poetry seems to have taken over my appetite for fiction. I may never get around to Coover in this lifetime.


Sep. 17th, 2017 09:10 pm
monk222: (Strip)
When I first read the tweet, I thought Jack Gilbert was quoted saying “Poetry is an unnatural act.” My eyes are bad. He said, “Poetry is an unnatural art.”

monk222: (Primal Hunger)
The Cowboys have the three o'clock game today, and Pop has his special shows tonight. He said, "I'll be here all day." And then Lorie came over in her Cowboy's shirt. So, I guess it is a heavenly day for him.

I am making do with the Cowboys' 1978 game against the Miami Dolphins and Bob Griese. I don't remember him wearing glasses, hmph. Glasses or not, they rolled over Dallas on the first drive of the game. It's a little shocking, because after the first two or three old games I've watched, Dallas has been so dominant. I guess men who wear glasses know hot to throw passes.

* * *

Lorie must be one of the few old women in the world who have a really good bladder. I'd like to go into the big room and grab a deck of cards, so that I can get a game of Canfield going.


Sep. 16th, 2017 04:20 pm
monk222: (OMFG: by iconsdeboheme)
Wow, this is so weird. Trump now says he won't pull out of the Paris accord on climate change, after all. It was reported, after the turn around on immigrants, that Trump was thrilled with the positive press coverage that he received on that. Maybe he really cannot get enough praise now, preferring to be the hero rather than the goat in mainstream society. It is as though he has learned that, rather than trying to beat them with taunts of 'Fake news', it is a far better thing to join them. One person tweeted, "At this pace, Trump will be endorsing Medicare for All by Halloween." But, man, what about his fire-eating base with their burning MAGA caps?? It's like Scrooge on Christmas morning. Or is it?


Sep. 16th, 2017 09:15 am
monk222: (Rainy: by snorkle_c)
"Monk, Monk, don't you get tired of just ordering cards in their suits, over and over and over again, and shuffle, shuffle, shuffle?"

Sometimes I do regret that I could not keep up my interest in putting jigsaw puzzles together. There is, in that, I suppose, a little more to show for one's efforts. I really do like my framed puzzle-pictures. But, for me at least, that becomes mostly about failing to put things in order, and I find that really frustrating. I don't need the grief. My life has more than enough failure in it already.

And, after all, it is just a side-activity, these simple games of Solitaire. Though, I confess, I sometimes wish that I could just pitch a tennis ball against a wall and catch it in a baseball glove, like when I was a kid. Watching baseball games over the summer put that idea back in my head. I think I am still physically able to manage it, too. But that's probably just another bit of silliness.

Solitaire is fine. I can always just read more, or even write more, if I have that much more energy to play around with.

The Secret

Sep. 15th, 2017 05:56 pm
monk222: (Rainy: by snorkle_c)
I just discovered Bukowski's prose-poem "The Secret", which I perhaps should make my creed, my religious consolation. It doesn't offer a loving god or a Heaven, but it takes away some of the fire from one's disappointments and unquenched lust and hence makes life a little less hellish.

He says, "Nobody has the beautiful lady" and "nobody is exceptional and wonderful". The idea of great lives is just a con. "You can die knowing this and you will have the only possible victory." In other words, you are not a loser: life itself is a losing proposition.

It is noteworthy, too, that he apparently wrote this in his last years for his posthumous collection. So, he had death and consolation very much on his mind. It was his last chance to nail down life and try to understand it.


Sep. 15th, 2017 04:12 am
monk222: (Default)
“The first thing that distinguishes a writer is that he is most alive when alone.”

-- Martin Amis


Sep. 14th, 2017 07:45 pm
monk222: (Bonobo Thinking)
Erstwhile Trump supporters are burning MAGA hats (Make America Great Again), and even my Twitter feed is on fire. It looks like Trump has made a deal with Pelosi and Schumer to protect immigrants, even getting Trump to forget about the wall. The Coulter brigades are humiliated in Trump's betrayal. I, too, thought that Trump was solid on his white nationalism. It turns out that there is only one principle that he is fully and unreservedly committed to: becoming richer.

Well, we are talking about Trump: I suppose he can change his mind tomorrow. However, if he does not change his mind again, I am curious what his next rally will look like. He no longer has a base, except for millionaires and billionaires, and they aren't big on attending rallies. Maybe he will simply stop having those.


Sep. 14th, 2017 07:31 am
monk222: (Girls)
I had a Sugar dream. It had been a long time. She was my Sugar: a young 22, blonde, and girlie cute rather than a super-feminist. It was a sexy dream too, or at least the first part. We're alone in her bedroom. She says I cannot touch her, but it's clear that she is playing, especially when she starts peeling down her jeans,revealing a lightly tufted cunt, driving me mad with desire as she smiles broadly. And I score a touchdown!

The second half of the dream is a comedown, back to reality. There's a group of people in the room now, the living room perhaps. They and Sugar are making plans to go somewhere. Maybe it's a concert. I catch Sugar's eye, and she gives me a knowing arch of an eyebrow, knowing that I am still filled with what happened between us the night before. Nevertheless. despite having gotten to play 'the man' with her last night, I am weak and helpless as a child in the group. I cannot go anywhere. I don't have a driver's license or money. She offers to take care of me.
monk222: (Effulgent Days)
Some of the contemporary poetry that I am liking a lot, by Lawrence Raab and Billy Collins, are little more than personal snapshots of a life, or brief reflections, or pensées, and it occurred to me that literary diaries can work too, such as Sylvia Plath's journals. And it does feel right. Maybe Pessoa's "Disquiet" will also work well enough. Other such works do not readily come to mind, but I am looking for them. Prosey poems or poetic prose (albeit bite-size like poems), either works for me. Yes, it might even be time to bring out my very old copy of Nietzsche's "Beyond Good and Evil", and maybe I will actually finish it this time. Ah, but if truth were a woman...

* * *

September 18, 2017

I've had to drop Sylvia and Nietzsche. Despite the colorfulness of the writing, as well as its small bite-size sections, the works didn't flow smoothly enough for me. So, the non-non-fictional part of my reading life is back to straight poetry.


Sep. 13th, 2017 06:41 pm
monk222: (Primal Hunger)
Ed "Too Tall" Jones was 6-foot-nine. Maybe he still is. I'm watching a 1978 Cowboys game. They are playing the Patriots. He just swatted down a Patriot punt.

I've decided I can watch two football games at the same time, with one from the 70s or 80s on YouTube when I am playing around on the Net, and the other game on the big-screen from the current season when I am eating my meals. The games have a different texture to them. The camera shots and graphics are better today, but those old games have a golden aura about them.

I have just about given up on baseball. I'm not sure if I will catch the big play-off and championship games in October. I am planning on it, but ... it is scarcely more than a gesture to keep my horizon broadened. In the springtime and through August, it might prove useful to have an interest in baseball. It is a long time between football seasons.


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