Some new stuff and an old poem
I've really neglected this blog - mainly because I've been writing for another blog the past month. A friend of mine, Ted, suggested a community blog where anyone could post and we could read each other's stuff and comment. So far only Ted and I -and Ted's friend PsDiddy have contributed, but it's pretty good stuff - check it out if you are interested. It's called:
nerds4words.blogspot.com
It was odd not going up to Bowie two weeks ago at the start of school. It's even weirder not having a job or anything, just waiting for classes to start as I resume my doctoral degree. I feel like a first-class slacker. But, I start next Wednesday, so I'm sure I'll be plenty busy. Turns out my Enlightenment Lit class was cancelled, so I'll be taking a class on the American writer Saul Bellow. I'll post his books we'll read when I get my syllabus, in case anyone wants to try some Bellow. He's modern (he died last year), and his books are a little more accessible than Fielding's. Anyway, more on that later.
I'm listening to some tunes by a great band called "Say Hi To Your Mom." I first found out about them through Amazon.com's free music downloads - I think they have 5 or 6 free ones on there if you want to check them out. They have a new CD out called "Impeccable Blahs." The free songs are from their first 2 albums, and have very little production, so at times the lead singer's voice is not perfect - but it's all part of that "low-fi" indie charm, right? If you want to get the free songs, go to amazon.com, and click on "music" on the left. Then, at the top of the music page is a link to "free music downloads." When there, search "Say Hi" and you'll get the list of songs you can download. IF you like them, ITunes has all of their songs.
Okay, as promised, here's a poem I wrote a long time ago. My sister said she liked my poem, "Mutated Space Elvis" and wanted me to post some others, so this is for you, Steph. This poem was inspired by a childhood conversation that Steph and I had about what was so wrong with Swiss Cheese, and I came to the conclusion that it smelled like bad breath. Of course, most cheese smells either like bad breath or a really loaded fart, so that wasn't so perceptive of me, even though it was kind of funny. Ahh, youth.
SWISS CHEESE, A SONNET
Cheese that is Swiss,
my dear mister or miss,
the kind with many holes
one eats with ham on rolls,
tastes exactly, mark this:
like nasty halitosis.
So don't consume the foul, horrid cheese,
or you'll make your loved ones choke and wheeze,
and say "Enough!"
"I can't take anymore of that bad breath stuff!"
I need four more lines to make this a sonnet,
so I need to go and get right on it,
thinking of extra words that go with my theme,
well, look, now I've got the standard fourteen.
(c) James Moore, Alcoholocaust Poetry 1992
nerds4words.blogspot.com
It was odd not going up to Bowie two weeks ago at the start of school. It's even weirder not having a job or anything, just waiting for classes to start as I resume my doctoral degree. I feel like a first-class slacker. But, I start next Wednesday, so I'm sure I'll be plenty busy. Turns out my Enlightenment Lit class was cancelled, so I'll be taking a class on the American writer Saul Bellow. I'll post his books we'll read when I get my syllabus, in case anyone wants to try some Bellow. He's modern (he died last year), and his books are a little more accessible than Fielding's. Anyway, more on that later.
I'm listening to some tunes by a great band called "Say Hi To Your Mom." I first found out about them through Amazon.com's free music downloads - I think they have 5 or 6 free ones on there if you want to check them out. They have a new CD out called "Impeccable Blahs." The free songs are from their first 2 albums, and have very little production, so at times the lead singer's voice is not perfect - but it's all part of that "low-fi" indie charm, right? If you want to get the free songs, go to amazon.com, and click on "music" on the left. Then, at the top of the music page is a link to "free music downloads." When there, search "Say Hi" and you'll get the list of songs you can download. IF you like them, ITunes has all of their songs.
Okay, as promised, here's a poem I wrote a long time ago. My sister said she liked my poem, "Mutated Space Elvis" and wanted me to post some others, so this is for you, Steph. This poem was inspired by a childhood conversation that Steph and I had about what was so wrong with Swiss Cheese, and I came to the conclusion that it smelled like bad breath. Of course, most cheese smells either like bad breath or a really loaded fart, so that wasn't so perceptive of me, even though it was kind of funny. Ahh, youth.
SWISS CHEESE, A SONNET
Cheese that is Swiss,
my dear mister or miss,
the kind with many holes
one eats with ham on rolls,
tastes exactly, mark this:
like nasty halitosis.
So don't consume the foul, horrid cheese,
or you'll make your loved ones choke and wheeze,
and say "Enough!"
"I can't take anymore of that bad breath stuff!"
I need four more lines to make this a sonnet,
so I need to go and get right on it,
thinking of extra words that go with my theme,
well, look, now I've got the standard fourteen.
(c) James Moore, Alcoholocaust Poetry 1992
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