3.10.2014

The Geomancer

In the low he drew lines through the leaves that sceptered the moonlight as it came from over-down the canyon. From this glowing that looked like a prisoner's calendar he arithmeticed the count of days that would get us to the top, where the Captain promised a town of wonders - (likely a trough of rainwater guarded by tremorous natives).

3.08.2014

Chazz On Chazz

I asked Chazz why anyone would want to read his notes on the culture, flora, and fauna, of these small Maine towns; his answer was this, "Have you ever been standing in line at the Valero with your beer, cigarettes, and your scratchers, and overheard the dolt in front of you refer to a certain town as Limtucky?"
My answer was, "Never."
"Exactly.", Chazz said, "I'm like a cross between Italo Calvino and Emilio Estevez: I'll make'ya famous!"

The Man Who Changed Content

Hard to believe, what with all the dreams of an HBO Go freed from the cable conglomerate tether; of YouTube and Netflix and Hulu not as second run content providers, but the models of future media; that it is the last great carny wrestling promoter, (the peddler of content so belittled by mainstream media outlets that his television ratingings are less valued than other sports with less viewers), Vince McMahon who might have stuck the first dagger in Big Tv's entrammeled heart.
The WWE Network is ten bucks a month. It includes the monthly PPVs that did cost fifty. It includes the tape library of every major wrestling television programming in American history, on demand. It includes every WWE pay per view in history, on demand. It is wrestling Netflix, YouTube, and special event viewer, all in one, streamed via Apple, Playstation, Xbox, Roku, Internet TV, or computer. But not available on television in the old way. Vince is the first content provider to cut the throat of that longstanding middleman. Even as cable kills network, the creators kill them.
One wonders how much credit the carny will get once some Bill Maher or Will Ferrell tries the same thing. Certainly Vinnie Mac is not the guy the New York Times is looking to fete. Fuck'em. Just another dinosaur drowning in the swamp, that turd newspaper.
Progress, comrades!

3.06.2014

Schoolhouse

Devil Motel

the dark ones sing the day is bright
and make specious claims
that the Lamb is Light

while in the copse there is a manse
where the dead are props
for our nightly dance

3.05.2014

Cockalorum

This feller had all the makings of a Napoleon. He was God's own admiral of the public beach; whether he caught you smoking a cigarette, smuggling a few cans of beer, or a slip of sandwich wrap from you picnic caught the breeze, he noted all your failures, and demerits were counted up, if only in his walnut of a brain.