friday evening is always fun but never as much fun in action as in design... sure i'm having a pretty good time... all alone here in the creepy beige halls of "the monastery"

(which actually is technically no monastery at all... since we're friars here, not monks... but some time many years ago someone knew no better, called it "the monastery," and it stuck... stuck so well that when i tried calling it "the priory" i got seventeen or eighteen different kinds of incomprehension... i guess people get more comfort from a monastery than from a priory... a classier name for the place where they keep the... friars... what the heck)

so here i am... alone... (dom's gone for the weekend and bob's at the football game... away) so i ate a mess of leftovers for dinner and a bunch of junk for dessert, caught the pbs news hour (since a downtown fire pre-empted the national news out of chicago), and took in a few minutes of that jay and silent bob movie... which convinced me that i might find jollier entertainment elsewhere... like here...

i'd thought i might catch a movie tonight... like actually walk into a bonafide movie house and sit in the dark with strangers... i'd like to see school of rock or mystic river or kill bill v.1 ... but when the moment of decision arrived, a three-day work week's worth of inertia just got the better of me... we had no school on monday thanks to good old chris colombo... and i got to cut on tuesday for my annual advanced placement workshop up at marquette (better than last year's)... and of course at mu i always think good thoughts about my old scholars from joliet (and now carmel)... i'm thinking the jolieters... incommunicado for a while now... are maybe on track to graduate this year... (good luck you guys and gals)

so here i am typing on the tube, listening to billie holiday just because her disk was on top... and she's starting to drag... me... down...

excuse me...

now... guided by voices... o that's better... universal truths and cycles... "wire greyhounds":

My tongue that moves slow
A minute before the evil street
Breath woman captures a ghost
Blurring sweat heads eat noodlestuff

Sit up and beg

For slivers of language
That the night air might offer

Pin back your ears
And feed

(by Robert Pollard © 2002 Needmore Songs)

good words... beefheart scholars... and that's not even the half of it... quick punchy pungent burps of melodic strums and beats... worth a good long listen if you haven't yet...

hey... brothers ain't supposed to know... ain't supposed to be so...

shut up... it's friday night... and i ain't in the mood to parse no dogma witcha...

aplit's been knocking around in king lear... world h has been reading neruda, césar vallejo, and just today, carlos drummond de andrade... i'd never caught vallejo's agony before... which only means that i've never really read him... i love discovering this stuff right along with the class... while it's fresh... i love being just as confused for awhile... after the first reading... i love when the lights come on... and they almost always do... last night i had the class compose a spiritual portrait of vallejo... based on what we'd read... peter's included

Where is God?
Is he in the trap door clouds?
Behind the false foolishly smiling sun?
Or among us, slithering as well?

and megan writes

God is the light
Meekly extending a ray
Towards my soul,
The dark abyss.
I cannot reach back out to Him
My fists are clenched
And bound tightly by
The tethers of hell.
I have no one to rescue me,
I am alone.

how happy is the "teacher" to read such as this... and more... pretty happy...

a funny thing: this past week fyp and this journal found themselves bloglisted at buffalo's electronic poetry center. seems the epc asked mr. nick piombino of fait accompli for his poetry bloglinks... among which my stuff was listed. this is kind of funny because i didn't know mr. p. had added me to his list... sometime ago i was surprised to find fyp named under fait accompli's "these blogs are hot"... but then i never made it to his permanent list... so i just figured i wasn't really all that hot... and then whammo there i am this week... not only at his place but also over there in buffalo... in the company of some really sharp writers and thinkers and goofballs...

which all raises the big question... what the heck do you want, murphy? does this linking stuff really matter that much to you? is yr ego so starved? aren't you above all this? to which i answer: well, no i guess not... but i ain't now nor never will be writing fyp for to get myself linked... or known or famous or... i'm happy that somebody likes it... that much... however much that is... but i got no confusions of grandeur...

now it's getting late on a friday evening and gbv is done wailing... i hope we won the football game... i bet we did...

Man consists of two parts, his mind and his body, only the body has more fun.

Woody Allen

 

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