So I just applied to be the new voice of National Public Radio.
I hope I get the job. I might get to meet Sylvia Puggioli.
Blank Verse by Ernest Hemingway
(Source: mayraq)
FUCK THIS NOISE. The city is fucked, sure, up a financial shit creek. But if you liquidate one of the only remaining jewels of the city (and it’s a jewel of the WORLD. The last time I went to the DIA a couple of pieces I love looking at were on loan to the LOUVRE) then there is no point in even having a city anymore. Bulldoze everything.
Gathering up my pitchforks and torches. WHO IS WITH ME?
this is not a drill
it’s time to fuck me
I repeat, this is not a drill
time to have sexa poem
Throwback Thursday, outside the premiere of my prison movie The Tank in 2010.
Maybe someday your name will be in lights
saying ‘Johnny B. Goode: Tonight’
Sonnet
The sea is like
an old nature poet
who died of a
heart attack in a
public latrine.
His ghost still
haunts the urinals.
At night he can
be heard walking
around barefooted
in the dark.
Somebody stole
his shoes.
-Richard Brautigan
I Cannot Answer You Tonight In Small Portions
I cannot answer you tonight in small portions.
Torn apart by stormy love’s gate, I float
like a phantom facedown in a well where
the cold dark water reflects vague half-built
stars
and trades all our affection, touching, sleeping
together for tribunal distance standing like
a drowned train just beyond a pile of Eskimo
skeletons.
-Richard Brautigan
The Harbor
Torn apart by the storms of love
and put back together by the calms
of love,
I lie here in a harbor
that does not know
where your body ends
and my body begins.
Fish swim between our ribs
and sea gulls cry like mirrors
to our blood.
-Richard Brautigan
“Ain’t nobody jerking off nowhere, motherfucker!”
Scatman Crothers in One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest, 1975
Happy Birthday, Scatman Crothers, seen here playing “All of Me” with Redd Foxx on Sanford and Son.
Jack Nicholson in Roman Polanski’s Chinatown
