A Poet?

Jack Gilbert? A Poet?

People, literary people, are celebrating him.

Looking at his short-lined prose,
I look back at my discarded, failed ambitions,
and I am scratching my wonky head,
frustrated, desperate, a little angry,
and more than a little old now.

Can I be a poet?

The published kind with money and groupie-girls?

With my own tuneless, rhymeless, self-indulgent words.

Probably not. Of course not.

I am not white enough,
I don't have travels and women to tell of,
too pre-Columbian, too poor.

What could serve for my songless songs?

People may fancy the romance of losing and lost lives,
but you do have to have some romance in it,
something for readers to lose themselves in.

It's uncomfortable to watch someone just crying.

That's not art; it's just sad.

-- e. e. monk

But I am in a mood, and I might have to break out my e. e. monk character. I can be a blogger kind of poet. Penniless and unread and no naked girls. This kind of mood usually passes quickly, mercifully enough, but it can be fun.


(Sources: Dwight Garner at The New York Tiimes)

A Poet?

Jack Gilbert? A Poet?

People, literary people, are celebrating him.

Looking at his short-lined prose,
I look back at my discarded, failed ambitions,
and I am scratching my wonky head,
frustrated, desperate, a little angry,
and more than a little old now.

Can I be a poet?

The published kind with money and groupie-girls?

With my own tuneless, rhymeless, self-indulgent words.

Probably not. Of course not.

I am not white enough,
I don't have travels and women to tell of,
too pre-Columbian, too poor.

What could serve for my songless songs?

People may fancy the romance of losing and lost lives,
but you do have to have some romance in it,
something for readers to lose themselves in.

It's uncomfortable to watch someone just crying.

That's not art; it's just sad.

-- e. e. monk

But I am in a mood, and I might have to break out my e. e. monk character. I can be a blogger kind of poet. Penniless and unread and no naked girls. This kind of mood usually passes quickly, mercifully enough, but it can be fun.


(Sources: Dwight Garner at The New York Tiimes)

Chuck versus the Cougars

On “Chuck”, season 2, episode 4, “Chuck versus the Cougars”, they flash back to Sarah’s high school years. Know when that was? That’s right: 1998! A good fifteen years after my own high-school graduation.

I know I should be over the shock that I am old, and that the hot and cool people of today are of another generation and another world. But it takes me a long time for realities to sink in so as not to be even considered noteworthy. A hit like this will obviously still knock me back, and it still stings a little. My youth has passed away and is simply gone, and nothing happened in it, absolutely nothing and no one.

Chuck versus the Cougars

On “Chuck”, season 2, episode 4, “Chuck versus the Cougars”, they flash back to Sarah’s high school years. Know when that was? That’s right: 1998! A good fifteen years after my own high-school graduation.

I know I should be over the shock that I am old, and that the hot and cool people of today are of another generation and another world. But it takes me a long time for realities to sink in so as not to be even considered noteworthy. A hit like this will obviously still knock me back, and it still stings a little. My youth has passed away and is simply gone, and nothing happened in it, absolutely nothing and no one.

Haven't done food porn in a while

If I could do gifs and all this sort of e-artistry, I think I would slow this one down a tad, especially for the pizza picture, but I like it.

Haven't done food porn in a while

If I could do gifs and all this sort of e-artistry, I think I would slow this one down a tad, especially for the pizza picture, but I like it.