Monthly Archives: April 2007

Wool pulled over eyes

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THOUSANDS of rich women were conned by a firm into believing LAMBS were valuable miniature POODLES.

Entire flocks were imported to Japan from the UK and Australia then sold by the internet company as the latest “must have” pet.

The bizarre scam was rumbled when Japanese movie star Maiko Kawakami complained on a talk show that her new poodle refused to bark or eat dog food.

Story. (I do have some doubts about the accuracy of this news report. The ‘news sources’ the story’s appeared in so far aren’t the most reliable.)

Snopes verifies my doubts.

Upcoming Performance: June 16th. Mark Your Calendars

A couple months ago I mentioned The Roof is on Fire a documentary on the St. Louis Poetry Scene. The trailer video I included featured Slam Poet, Paul Stewart, but the documentary is actually, it appears, focused more broadly.

I have been asked to perform 2-3 poems at a poetry showcase that will become part of the documentary. Here are the details I know so far:

What: Up from the Ashes: Poets of the Wabash Triangle Café
When: Saturday, June 16, 7:30pm
Where: Regional Arts Commission 6128 Delmar Blvd.

I don’t know who will be on the list of poets. I can come up with a list of who I would send invitations to if I were putting this together. I remember the names of most of the poets who performed at the Wabash, and have remained in touch with a handful. Who will be available is not a question I can answer at this time. But I will be there.

And oh yes. I am 99.999999% likely to perform Sick Puppy as one of the three poems. I perform it so rarely nowadays, that will be an added plus. I am also not the only poet with poetry unsuitable for youngsters. So parents should keep that in mind.

What exactly is a pitbull?

I posted this before, but felt it was worthy to post again.

Can you identify the pitbull?

The link is to a page with 25 pictures of dogs. All pure-breds. Each taken from breeder’s websites for authenticty. Only one is a pit bull. Pit bulls are of course blamed for a lot of attacks…but if they’re being misidentified, then the statistics are incorrect.

It’s also a good test to see how well you can identify other breeds. Though there are a few exotic ones in the bunch that will probably be unrecognizable to most.

Catullus

#85

ODI et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris.
nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I HATE and love. Why I do so, perhaps you ask.
I know not, but I feel it, and I am in torment.

#54

Otho’s head (very small it is)
and your half-washed legs, rustic Erius,
the subtle and smooth farting of Libo,
these points at least, if not all about them, I should wish to be disliked
by you and Fuficius, that old fellow renewed to youth again.
You will again be angered by my iambics,
my innocent iambics, you one and only general.

More by Catullus

Nelly Coleridge

I’m not going to get distracted on this mission of poetry if I’ve made it this far into the month. It might be 8 pm, but I’m not going to miss a day on April 25th.

I looked back over the month to see the poets I’ve covered. No poems by Howard Nemerov, one of my favorite modern poets, but I’m not thrilled with the choices available online. His works aren’t public domain, so I don’t feel comfortable reprinting them in full. Also no poems by Robert Frost, who I admire greatly. But his poetry is so well known I don’t feel a need to pass it around more.

I think today is my tribute to Hartley David Coleridge. The poet who got lost in his father’s shadow. Some ranked him “among the foremost sonneteers in our language.” But he wrote poems that weren’t sonnets as well. I choose the below poem, because I like the idea of immortalizing one’s animal companion. When Rembrandt painted himself with his dog, he made his dog anonymous. Today we know what his dog looked like, but not his (or her) name. Not so Hartley’s cat.

To A Cat – by Hartley David Coleridge

Nelly, methinks, ‘twixt thee and me
There is a kind of sympathy;
And could we interchange our nature, —
If I were cat, thou human creature, —
I should, like thee, be no great mouser,
And thou, like me, no great composer;
For, like thy plaintive mews, my muse
With villainous whine doth fate abuse,
Because it hath not made me sleek
As golden down on Cupid’s cheek;
And yet thou canst upon the rug lie,
Stretch’d out like snail, or curl’d up snugly,
As if thou wert not lean or ugly;
And I, who in poetic flights
Sometimes complain of sleepless nights,
Regardless of the sun in heaven,
Am apt to doze till past eleven, —
The world would just the same go round
If I were hang’d and thou wert drown’d;
There is one difference, ’tis true, —
Thou dost not know it, and I do.

Academy Award Short Films available from Amazon

Always on the lookout for ways for readers of my blog to watch the Academy Award winning short film, West Bank Story.

And always on the lookout for ways for me to earn a little fundage from my Amazon Associates Store

I would be extremely remiss if I didn’t point out that on May 1, a collection is being released on DVD that contains

1) The Academy Award winning Live Short – West Bank Story
2) The other nominees for the Live Short category
3) The Academy Award winning Animated Short – The Danish Poet
4) The nominated animated short – Maestro
5) and a handful of other random bonus shorts (at least, they appear random to me. Maybe they’re not random)

That seems to be a nice selection. For only $22.50 from Amazon. ($29.98 List Price).

And just as a sidenote, I have absolutely no control over what the text in the linkage below reads.

These films can be seen as a package on several movie screens scattered throughout the country (Unfortunately, not in St. Louis. Shelbyville, IL, 2 hours 15 min away, is the closest, I think.)

Dean Friedman — More Song Lyric Poetry

I had no idea Dean Friedman had released an album recently.

4 More Years

I Miss Monica

A Terrible Pickle

Two of his ‘classic’ songs:

Ariel

Way on the other side of the Hudson,
deep in the bosom of suburbia,
I met a young girl, she sang mighty fine,
Tears on My Pillow and Ave Maria.
Standing by the waterfall in Paramus Park
she was working for the Friends-of-BAI
She was collecting quarters in a paper cup.
She was looking for change and so was I.

(I am in Love with the) McDonald’s Girl

I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform

Dean Friedman — More Song Lyric Poetry

I had no idea Dean Friedman had released an album recently.

4 More Years

I Miss Monica

A Terrible Pickle

Two of his ‘classic’ songs:

Ariel

Way on the other side of the Hudson,
deep in the bosom of suburbia,
I met a young girl, she sang mighty fine,
Tears on My Pillow and Ave Maria.
Standing by the waterfall in Paramus Park
she was working for the Friends-of-BAI
She was collecting quarters in a paper cup.
She was looking for change and so was I.

(I am in Love with the) McDonald’s Girl

I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She has the smile of innocence oh so tender and warm.
I am in love with the McDonald’s Girl
She is an angel in a polyester uniform