This "Dennis the Menace" statue was stolen in Monterey, found in Florida ... 9 years later: image via SFGate @SFGate, 12 September 2015

Sunday Dinner [Detroit-Shoreway, westside Cleveland]: photo by David Grim, 22 October 2017

#Gevgelija photo @RAtanasovski @AFPphoto #topshots: image via AFP Photo Department @AFPphoto, 11 September 2015


 Fresh from the runway, it's #NYFW #therunwaywithreuters: image via Reuters Showbiz @Reuters Showbiz, 11 September 2015

Little horse on wheels (ancient Greek child's toy). From tomb dating 950-900 B.C.: photo by Sharon Mollerus, 8 March 2009 (Kerameikos Archaeological Museum, Athens)

Things men have made with wakened hands

are awake through years with transferred touch, and go on glowing

for long years.

And for this reason, some old things are lovely

warm still with the life of forgotten men who made them.

D. H. Lawrence(1885-1930): Things Men Have Made, from Pansies (1929)

 D. H. Lawrence: Things Made by Iron

Metal Petals: a fountainhead on the West Side bikepath near Pier 45, New York City: photo by tauntingpanda (ben britten), 9 February 2005

 

D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930): ThingsMade by Iron, from Pansies (1929)

 D. H. Lawrence: Self-Pity

Cat sun: photo by Alex Holden, 29 July 2012  

I never saw a wild thing 

sorry for itself.
A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough
without ever having felt sorry for itself.

D. H. Lawrence (1885-1930): Self-Pity, from Pansies (1929)

Night gnome: photo by Alex Holden, 31 July 2012

D.H. Lawrence: Tortoise Gallantry

Making his advances

He does not look at her, nor sniff at her,

No, not even sniff at her, his nose is blank.

Only he senses the vulnerable folds of skin

That work beneath her while she sprawls along

In her ungainly pace,

Her folds of skin that work and row

Beneath the earth-soiled hovel in which she moves.

And so he strains beneath her housey walls

And catches her trouser-legs in his beak

Suddenly, or her skinny limb,

And strange and grimly drags at her

Like a dog,

Only agelessly silent, with a reptile's awful persistency.

Grim, gruesome gallantry, to which he is doomed.

Dragged out of an eternity of silent isolation

And doomed to partiality, partial being,

Ache, and want of being,

Want,

Self-exposure, hard humiliation, need to add himself on to her.

Born to walk alone,

Forerunner,

Now suddenly distracted into this mazy side-track,

This awkward, harrowing pursuit,

This grim necessity from within.

Does she know

As she moves eternally slowly away?

Or is he driven against her with a bang, like a bird flying in the dark against a window,

All knowledgeless?

The awful concussion,

And the still more awful need to persist, to follow, follow, continue,

Driven, after æons of pristine, fore-god-like singleness and oneness,

At the end of some mysterious, red-hot iron,

Driven away from himself into her tracks,

Forced to crash against her.

Stiff, gallant, irascible, crook-legged reptile,

Little gentleman,

Sorry plight,

We ought to look the other way.

Save that, having come with you so far,

We will go on to the end.

D.H. Lawrence (1885-1930): Tortoise Gallantry, from Tortoises (1921)

Zipper Man

 Zipper Man / Hombre Cierre / Homme fermeture eclair. Emeryville, CA.: photo by Miguel Tejada-Flores, 9 July 2017

Hilton Obenzinger: The Count 

Men! It's time to take a count:
There's a president
There's another president
There's the current president
Who says "Believe Me" and grabs
Then there's the senator
There's the Hollywood Mogul
(Do we know what a Mogul is?)
Then there's the comic, the doctor
There's another comic
There's the senator who used to be a comic
Then there's the actor
And there's a director
Of course there's the priest and the teacher
There's a professor also
And another professor
And another
There's an even older president
There's the Sunday School teacher
There's a pastor minister rabbi guru
Here comes another president
The famous writer, all the celebrity
Crackpots are here too
There's the student
There's the guy at the copy machine
There's the guy who cleans the office
Then another senator
A candidate for congress
There's a very rich man
There's a not so rich man
Chalk up another senator
We could be here all night
Every man needs to dig deep
That means me too
There are pinches
There's "seduction"
There's the grab
There's the glad hand
There's all of this and more
Each man and more
Now - no more
Stop
One more president and that's it
Done and over and out
Keep your hands to yourself
Stop
Welcome to a new social contract
Sign on the zipper

11/16/17

 Pasaquan - 1992. Southwest Georgia near the small town of Buena Vista.: photo by Jeff, November 1990

 Pasaquan - 1992. Southwest Georgia near the small town of Buena Vista.: photo by Jeff, November 1990

 Pasaquan - 1992. Southwest Georgia near the small town of Buena Vista.: photo by Jeff, November 1990

Hilton Obenzinger: Let's Shoot 

Let’s go to church and shoot
Let’s go to the movies and shoot
Let’s go to the music festival
Let’s go to the supermarket
Let’s go to the school
Let’s go to the aquarium and shoot out the glass
And have people drown while we shoot them
And don't forget to shoot the fish
Let’s go to the museum and shoot Art
And then shoot the people looking at Picasso
Let’s shoot Picasso
He’s dead so let’s go to the cemetery and shoot the dead
Let’s go to the Halls of Justice and shoot all the judges
Let’s go to the NRA HQ and shoot everyone
Let’s go to the moon and shoot earth
Let’s get drunk and shoot
Let’s pray and shoot
Let’s go to the hospital and shoot the sick
Let’s get naked and shoot
Let’s shoot naked people
Let’s get an AR-15 and shoot people we hate
Let’s shoot people we love
Let’s never run out of bullets
Let’s never run out of long guns automatics
Let's get a truckload of grenade launchers
If only we had tanks and missiles
Let’s shoot while the shooting lasts
So much to shoot and so little time
Let’s shoot the small quiet wind
That blows through our hearts
And kill it good

11/6/17

I  Pronouns

A crowd in a Hong Kong street: photo by Hamedog, 27 December 2005

Pronouns

respect

persons.

II   Articles

 An ant sitting on a green bough with water drops, behind there is a green leaf and a green background. The picture was taken in Austria in Summer 2005 on a beautiful morning.: photo by Thomas Quaritsch, 5 July 2005

Articles

dutifully

clarify --

ant-

like.

III   Adjectives

Sorting moveable type. Note: the plate says - "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog and feels as if he were in the seventh heaven of typography together with Hermann Zapf, the most famous artist of the": photo by Willi Heidelbach, 28 September 2004

Adjectives

sort

things

out.

IV   Verbs

 Nekuia: Persephone supervising Sisyphus pushing his rock in the Underworld: side A of Attic black-figure amphora, attributed to the Acheloos Painter, c. 530 BC, found at Vulci (Staatliche Antikensammlungen, Munich)

Verbs

do

the heavy

lifting.

V   Nouns

Newton's cannonball (illustration describing how gravity connects motion of everyday objects on Earth to motion of celestial objects such as the Moon): image by Brian Brondel, 2007

Around
 

nouns 

people are 

nervous, 

possessive.

VI   Adverbs

Les médecins: miniature on ivory, Louis Léopold Boilly (1761-1845) (private collection; photo by Castafior, 2008)

For adverbs
 

men 

did, hopefully,
 

what they
 

could.

TC: parts of speech, from Green, 1971

Berlin Wall, East German Topography, 1990: photo by Jeff, November 1990

 

Berlin Wall, East German Topography, 1990: photo by Jeff, November 1990

Berlin Wall, East German Topography, 1990: photo by Jeff, November 1990

High Noon, The Bride Arrives in Town

High noon is purple noon after a two millennium hematoma

bruised with wakened hands

as awake through years with transferred touch and going on glowing
like overripe mangos shredded by monkeys
lying in pieces in the road

for too many long years.

And for this reason, some old things are very unlovely

warm, yet cold with the fears of forgotten men who made them.

The Bride, Varanasi, 1985: photo by Chris Protopapas, February 1985

 Ed Sanders: Manson sky-snake banishment Glyph

 

Here’s a Glyph

tethnake, Greek for “has died”

Apopis is the

Egyptian evil sky-snake, sign of evil

with a Red X of Banishment on top of it.

And hoping for Manson to come to peace at long last.

He was in the slaughter of My Lai

Ed Sanders: Manson sky-snake banishment Glyph, 19 November 2017

 


Unidentified bodies near burning house. My Lai, Vietnam, March 16, 1968: photo by Sgt Ronald L. Ronald Haeberle, from Department of the Army Review of the Preliminary Investigations in the My Lai Incident; image by bcs78, 31 December 2006