monk222: (Devil)
2017-09-20 01:12 pm


"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)
2017-09-19 04:44 pm

Kansas City Chiefs

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. 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...
monk222: (Strip)
2017-09-19 11:03 am


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)
2017-09-18 03:41 pm

Reading Life

"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.
monk222: (Strip)
2017-09-17 09:10 pm


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)
2017-09-17 05:08 pm

Sunday, Sunday

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.
monk222: (OMFG: by iconsdeboheme)
2017-09-16 04:20 pm


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?
monk222: (Rainy: by snorkle_c)
2017-09-16 09:15 am


"Monk, Monk, don't you get tired of just ordering cards in their suits, over and over and over again."

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.
monk222: (Rainy: by snorkle_c)
2017-09-15 05:56 pm

The Secret

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.
monk222: (Default)
2017-09-15 04:12 am


“The first thing that distinguishes a writer is that he is most alive when alone.”

-- Martin Amis
monk222: (Bonobo Thinking)
2017-09-14 07:45 pm


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.
monk222: (Girls)
2017-09-14 07:31 am
Entry tags:


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)
2017-09-13 09:51 pm

Reading Life

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.
monk222: (Primal Hunger)
2017-09-13 06:41 pm


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.
monk222: (Noir Detective)
2017-09-13 01:32 pm


"Donald Trump’s core competency is not dealmaking with powerful counter-parties. It is duping gullible victims."

-- David Frum


“I had nothing else to do. Writing gave me something to do every day.”

-- William S. Burroughs
monk222: (DarkSide: by spiraling_down)
2017-09-12 06:42 pm

My So-Called Life

There are times (usually after the stress-release of a good wank) when I desire to recast my life as the life I wanted after all: that I preferred my life of books and dreams to, say, even making a couple of hundred thousand dollars a year as a big bureaucrat, and that I lived as a kind of poet of the world.

But I cannot wish away all the languishing anguish of my years as an adult-child, the humiliation of a life subordinated to borderline-retarded parents, a life without friends, a life without sex, this life of frozen pizza and cheap pornography.

I wish I could say that I at least found some consolation in the flight of the mind through the galaxies of ideas and the twilight zone of the imagination, but in truth, my thoughts were never able to stray very far from the poverty of my home life. From the slow creakings of my brain, I could never write so much as even one haiku or even a limerick . At best, I was able to take from my readings some pleasant distractions over the squalid years. I was able to keep from going too madly insane. And that is the best that I can say for myself.
monk222: (Global Warming)
2017-09-12 05:36 pm


Pop returns from his rounds with a couple of bags full, but it's not food. It's just goodies for him. I wonder if it's the new i-Phone, the i-10, or whatever. He complains about money, but everyday is still Christmas for him, in which he is both his own Santa and his own kid.

But the air-conditioner is still running in mid-September. I can keep my peace.
monk222: (Effulgent Days)
2017-09-12 04:04 pm

Writing Life

I've seen a couple of tweets of writers extolling pencil and paper as their favorite way to write. When I did not have the Internet, nor a word processor, I too romanticized the old way. But now, after years of working with word-processing programs, I feel like I couldn't go back, that having to scratch out phrases or lines, and writing new stuff in between the lines or out on the margins, can only cramp my style. It is tooo convenient to be able to make small or great revisions in a moment and be looking down at the finished product immediately. Another writer called this revision process "noodling", and the way he writes is just to endlessly noodle around with his text on the screen. That is the way I have come to see it and work it.

However, as fate might have it, my laptop could go out any day now, and my days of endless noodling will be over. I will have no choice but to go back to pen and paper.

Nonetheless, I have already come up with the consolation that if this should ever happen, I will practically have no choice but to dig out my poet's cap from my closet and write in short, fixed lines. Which is a fancy I've never been able to completely free myself from. I feel like I cannot do that now, not while I have the opportunity to write utterly freely and with abandon, able to perform major reconstructive surgery in seconds of keyboard clicking. Yet, when revisions become more costly, if I should ever fall back outside the Computer Age, then there might be a point in working in small frames.

If I had any true poetic knack, I would be doing that now anyway, but as it is, in my prosaic hands, it is best to reserve that for necessity, and to otherwise just let it all hang out and dump it all on the page, and maybe noodle it a little here and there to make it a tad more readable.
monk222: (Girls)
2017-09-12 01:15 pm

Writing Life

"Hah, I guess that blurty mood wasn't the real deal, eh?"

No, it sure doesn't feel like it. I guess it was my sleep deprivation. Too bad. Although it is kind of silly to want to be writing down my moods and thoughts like a pre-teen girl in her key-lock diary, I like the idea. I still have this picture in my head of me essentially typing my mind out on the page for a good 80% of my waking day, just taking time out to eat and get some reading done.

"Pfft, don't you need to have something to write? Don't you have to go out and live life a little?"

Yeah, that's the theory. And it would certainly help. But that's always been the big problem, not just with my writing, but for my life in general. With my looks and money, there's no life to live really.

And I still believe sex is key: sex keeps one interested in life and the world. When there is not the least promise of having a pretty girl working on your dick with her mouth and squealing and moaning to your punishing thrusts, it would seem, by my experience, that the inclination is to sort of just wilt and die slowly.
monk222: (Strip)
2017-09-11 02:19 pm

The Deuce

I almost forgot! I was getting ready to begin the Dallas game with my lunch, when I saw "The Deuce" on my DVR list. HBO has a new show, about the 1970s New York sex district, when porn and prostitution was king and queen. And they are showing the goods, some smacked whores, some sublimated screwing, and more tits and ass than you can shake your little dick at. And the narrative seems tight and well-driven. It's not everything a perv could want, but it's more than one has a right to expect from mainstream entertainment. It makes "Game of Thrones" look like Saturday morning cartoons with its dragons and zombies. Of course, they might tone it down a lot after the first episode, but I am feeling good about this one. Football can wait.