Hell? I don't know. Kinda just looks like purgatory to me. You should see the new cartoon at Blue's Cruzio Cafe - http://members.cruzio.com/~cafe -- click on Rumpelstiltskin -
How's about something from Dave Alvin?
Purgatory ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
I was watching /Wheel Of Fortune/ When Janis called complaining that there were no decent men in Los Angeles. Okay, I said. She said they never called her back after she slept with them. You're very lucky, I said.
I'd fallen asleep on the couch when Richard's call woke me up. He said songwriters in this town didn't hang out together anymore. That's not altogether a bad thing, I said. Richard said if we stuck together L.A. wouldn't be such a bad place to live, it could be like Austin or Nashville, where people care about songs and songwriters. I told him to call next week and we'd get together to eat or something.
Around 10:30, the bathroom faucet came off in my hand.
After two in the morning, while playing guitar on the edge of my bed, I heard gunfire outside my bedroom window.
I laid on the floor for a minute and then stared from the window as six police cars pulled in front of the house across the street.
The next morning, walking down the kitchen stairs, I saw a parrot fly out of the pine tree in my backyard. I'd heard for years about parrots that had somehow escaped their cages and were living wild in the hills of Silverlake and Echo Park, but I'd never seen one before.
I watched the bird fly away, its vivid green, red and yellow feathers disappearing into the grey, exhausted sky.
: )
Hell? I don't know. Kinda just looks like purgatory to me. You should see the new cartoon at Blue's Cruzio Cafe - http://members.cruzio.com/~cafe -- click on Rumpelstiltskin -
How's about something from Dave Alvin?
Purgatory
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
I was watching /Wheel Of Fortune/
When Janis called complaining
that there were no decent men
in Los Angeles.
Okay, I said.
She said they never called
her back after she slept with them.
You're very lucky, I said.
I'd fallen asleep on the couch
when Richard's call woke me up.
He said songwriters in this town
didn't hang out together anymore.
That's not altogether a bad thing,
I said.
Richard said if we stuck together
L.A. wouldn't be such a bad place to live,
it could be like Austin or Nashville,
where people care about songs
and songwriters.
I told him to call next week
and we'd get together
to eat or something.
Around 10:30, the bathroom faucet
came off in my hand.
After two in the morning,
while playing guitar
on the edge of my bed,
I heard gunfire
outside my bedroom window.
I laid on the floor for a minute
and then stared from the window
as six police cars
pulled in front of the house
across the street.
The next morning,
walking down the kitchen stairs,
I saw a parrot
fly out of the pine tree in my backyard.
I'd heard for years about parrots
that had somehow escaped their cages
and were living wild
in the hills of Silverlake and Echo Park,
but I'd never seen one before.
I watched the bird fly away,
its vivid green, red and yellow feathers
disappearing into the grey,
exhausted sky.
-Dave Alvin
Thanks for the poem, beau. Anyday I read a new poem is a good day.
I loved the talking cartoon rumplestiltskin!
Keep wielding that knife, bro. God forbid we should ever lose the cutting edge.
:)
Thanks for smiling at my hell, natalia...
:)