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Winter: 18 Sultán (February 5) Found a forum to vent a bit.
You know, I would vote for Oprah. She wouldn't be any worse than Ronnie was, probably better. She got game. Knows a lot of people. Ain't no fool. Knows she don't know every-little-thing. Can be duped, but not forever. Can even admit she's sometimes wrong. Years ago she went to an All White County in Georgia, and listened. Gutsy. Maybe we should send George to Tehran to sit across the table from the leaders there and sip some tea (hospitable people in Iran). Poor Pope George (he's too self-righteous to be king) couldn't even field a question about Brokeback Mountain when he visited Kansas. I mean a conservative audience in conservative Kansas. He doesn't dare visit K.U. in Lawrence! Oprah would. Could fill the fieldhouse or the stadium. Her pick. So ... Oprah in '08? My bet's on Hillary. But that leaves a VP slot to be filled. Oprah as VP? And least she doesn't come from oil country. She could comment about Brokeback Mountain too! Even if she ain't a Wyoming or Texas cowboy. Gawd, you'd think that Bush- Cheney would have a clue about that. Peace out, Kåre. 2006-02-05 afternoon, 33 degrees. 28 and snow in Pittsburgh. 44 in Seattle. No football for me today, unless I'm forced down the hill by hunger to eat. Laen's birthday was yesterday. My friend Karen observes another in a couple days. I don't celebrate birthdays. Goes back to when I was 3. Kathy's is coming up in a month, March 5th. Lee's is at the end of February. Nathan's the 13th. Odd what snippets I remember, especially of folks I can't find. Thinking about starting a forum on 20th Century poets. First, need to find out who already has one! May need to focus on a theme, like 'nature', but my tastes are a bit too ecclectic for that. Reading Rita Dove. I'm noticing her ecclecticism, her willingness to take on history, her ability to draw figures and bring them alive. It would be nice to have some discussion and not just reviews and opinions. Why 20th Century? I'm sure there are places to discuss Blake and Shakespeare. Ad nauseum. A sketch (not about football) from March 3, 2004, written in Oklahoma: Fût In its hollow hear the echoes drumming off the skin stretched taut across its emptiness the barrel holding all to form to make the rhythm in the beat beat loud or soft in tones and taps. Reverberations amplified by its rigid hollow form. In its hollow hear the echoes of the mice that scurry through its darkness past the chewing and the trails of termites climbing, falling, traveling along this shaft of highway form the celestial heights of ceilings to the floor. These fluted columns stand in silence to the inner life, its hollow harbors hid from sight. In the hollow where nothingness resides hear the echoes drumming. [160.955] fût is French. It can mean tonneau as in cask or barrel, trunk as in tree-trunk, shaft. This was part of a series of poems with French titles that had one of these letters in it: â, ê, î, ô, û. I then wove the French concepts into a poem in English. Neat idea? Well, I had fun with it! The oddest one I remember was âme where I wove the concepts of 'soul' and 'gun-barrel'. 2006-02-05 vespers, 33 degrees. 30 in Detroit. Yeah, yeah, there's an event going on in Detroit. Even if I wanted to ignore it, my mother would remind me! Remembered to call Karen. Remembered to call my mom while I was listening to the bells ring. Remembered to look through my satchell for food. Found chocolate! Remembered to send a belated happy birthday note to: Joshua Alan Lindsay . His birthday was yesterday. Ate the chocolate. |