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When did I
Go
From edgy
To
Broken-down?

"We'll be back in two minutes and five seconds...." No longer.

8-word poem: THE HISTORY OF CINEMA STORY

Ingmar Bergman—
Dead.
I hate
Matt Damon's
Face.

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I'd go
For some
Death
Right about
Now.

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Faith:
Crossing yourself
Like a hag
In Dracula.

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All the world's
A stage
And we're
Extras.

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My question
To you
Is:
What really matters?

8-word poem: THE JUNK MAIL VARIATIONS

I am girlie.
Want
To see
My pictures?

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Front seat
Of the
Fung Wah
To Hell!

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A housebroken
Wreck
Of slobbering shittiness.
Or something.

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unskinny bop—
tvland—
will tvland changes
ever stop?

* * *

By Matt Kenney

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What
I had
Once felt
Unthinkable,
Now certain.

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Last time
You cried
Yourself
To sleep?
Tomorrow.

Eek! Has Some Questions For Me

The "Interview me" meme; who ever tires of it? Not I!

If you care to participate, leave me a comment saying "Interview me." I will respond by emailing you five questions. I get to pick the questions. You will update your blog with a post containing your answers to the questions.

You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

Here are the questions Eek! has for me:

[N.B. I take these sorts of things seriously (perhaps a little too seriously) and have given my responses considerable thought. Sorry for the delay, Ms. Eek!]

1. How do you organize your records? Alphabetically for the most part, though classical and electronica items are separate. Also, my music collection has grown so large that Lou Reed and Rolling Stones CDs (of which there are dozens of titles each) are also now kept separately.

2. Where's the most beautiful place you've ever been? This is a tough one, but I'd have to say Amsterdam. This city is the perfect combination of quaint and progressive.

It feels like storybook land with its architecture and canals, and yet I always feel like I'm on the verge of international intrigue whenever I'm there (which, sadly hasn't been for quite some time). I also have never left a place and felt such an immediate yearning to return.

I can't wait to visit again so I can get all hopped up on Chocomel, rent a bike, and tour the city like a native - something I was too chicken to do in the past.

3. What's your favorite word in any language? Brilliant. Because it sounds French. Runner up: J'accuse. Which is French.

4. Choose or die, occupation category: circus elephant wrangler or tugboat captain? Ungainly, misshapen and smelly - who needs that? On the other hand, I'm kinda scared of elephants.

Fortunately, I have a year of riding the Staten Island Ferry under my belt, as well as the significant inspiration provided by Shemp Howard's performance in "Dunked in the Deep."

Thus, I would have to go with tugboat captain.

5. What's your earliest memory? I recall watching the Beatles performing on The Ed Sullivan Show, with my parents' blessing. Perhaps not my earliest memory, but definitely my earliest coolest memory.

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How do you say
"What the fuck?"
Babel.

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Perhaps
He just had
Street chicken
For lunch.

iTuneage - recent baker's dozen

1. "You Know My Name" - Chris Cornell
2. "Snookeroo" - Ringo Starr
3. "Prairie Rose" - Roxy Music
4. "Sweet Pea" - Steve Forbert and the Rough Squirrels
5. "Wait" - Lou Reed
6. "When Disaster Strikes" - Busta Rhymes
7. "Sloop John B." - Beach Boys
8. "Delilah" - The Sensational Alex Harvey Band
9. "Fool For The City" - Foghat
10. "Doobie Wah" - Peter Frampton
11. "Signed, Sealed, Delivered (I'm Yours)" - Stevie Wonder
12. "Blinded By The Light" - Bruce Springsteen
13. "Your Time Has Come" - Audioslave

8-word poem: THE JUNK MAIL VARIATIONS

You've received
a postcard
from a Worshipper!

Hallelujah!

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Ah,
The sweet smell
Of
Go to Hell!

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Oh Lord,
Deliver me
From this
Burger King.

8-word poem: THE HUNGRY EYES STORY

I wanna
Hold you
So hear me
Out.

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I've got
The time
If you've got
Credibility.

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Simple question:
What is it
That you wanted?

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Gone!
My illegal
Russian
Mp3 Download
Website!
Nyet!

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When you
Don't know
What you want,
Duck.

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I'll send
An S.O.S.
To the
(Yeah!)
World.

* * *

For katrocket.

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A bird in
The hand—
Look!
A bird!

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Unindicted co-conspirator:
Three’s a career
Aspiration
For you.

"Enjoy" This While You Can (And Bring a Sense of Irony to the Proceedings)

I simply can't stop watching this video! It's so amazingly wrong in every sense of the word!

It'll probably get yanked soon, due to "copyright violations" (what a joke), so tune in soon!

My question to you (after: was Kanye West actually welcomed to the stage or did he just decide to take over the finale?) is:

Have you ever seen a clearer example of someone who is so completely and utterly self-involved caught in their hopelessly defining moment of truth? (And, no, I'm actually not talking about Sting!)

8-word poem: THE IT SURE FEELS LIKE CRAP TO BE AN AMERICAN THESE DAYS STORY

Have we reached
The Presidential
Tipping point?
Discuss.

Slipshod Sonnet #3

Deliverables on tomorrow’s dime
Will you behave with any finality?
Keeping down appearances
Wasn’t that your sister we saw?
Isn’t falling underrated?
Clamoring for a difference
With terminal dispatch
Can you feel the imagined?
I know I can and can’t
Display names telling the story
Ironic how traction actually happens
Clinical friction the kind
They went over in class
Sounding less assured, brutal.

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The Police
Plus Kanye West
Equals quality?
Discuss.

"Thank you, come again."

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The evil
Is within
Us—
This is
News?

8-word poem: THE NOT BORN ON THE FOURTH OF JULY STORY

I'm sick
Of American flags,
Sparklers,
And horseshit.

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When it's time
To hit the road,
Lope.

Slipshod Sonnet #2

my dreams wait there
like a plaster Hamlet skull
an expired signature
subject to hasty recognition
you can help yourself
if you care to learn
so many ceilings have watched this
unfold like routine voodoo
and with curari aftershave
the world is keen
for the garden to be
overrun undernourished
bleating out hunger tantrums
fixated on historic diction

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That's the way
God planned it.
Like that.