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artfulnotes: Growing Up Poor
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Portrait of a Cranky Old Man. Wednesday, April 29, 2015. I grew up somewhere between poor and lower middle class. Raised in a largely single parent household, by a working mom who had a high school education (maybe). Pops was there occasionally, mainly when he had finished his drinking spree and wanted the comfort of a home and good woman. Sometimes, my mom would let him in, sometimes not. Mainly, though, he was missing in action. But throughout this period, when we were forming our personalities, no one...
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artfulnotes: June 2014
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Portrait of a Cranky Old Man. Monday, June 16, 2014. I have already written about my notions of tribes and tribalism:. See- http:/ www.artfulnotes.blogspot.com/search/label/Tribes. Sunday, June 8, 2014. What Would Obama Do? What Would Obama Do? Thinking About that old saw, “what would Jesus do? 8221; Then it struck me; it guides life without actually thinking. So, I finally figured out how republicans decide what to support and what to oppose. They just ask, “what would Obama do? So, Obama is in favor of...
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artfulnotes: September 2014
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Portrait of a Cranky Old Man. Friday, September 26, 2014. Global Messes and Our Inattention. For example, on our southern border, we have flocks of folks, including a bunch of little kids, hurrying across the border, seeking safe haven. That makes us grumpy. How can we drink our beer and watch the NFL with all these little kids scurrying across and around our fences? So do we do anything about the root causes? No What could we do? But what can we do now? Maybe . . . only maybe. Poor folks can't buy bread?
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artfulnotes: July 2014
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Portrait of a Cranky Old Man. Thursday, July 24, 2014. Or, perhaps when they convince some young thing to don a dynamite vest, walk into a crowded marketplace and detonate the vest. Makes me wonder what the relative death toll is—Israelis killing Muslims, or Muslims killing Muslims? I wonder, how many people have to die before we conclude that too many people have died? Labels: The Middle east. Tuesday, July 1, 2014. Other planets, other times . . . And so, my love, here’s to us . . . s...The 70s . &...
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rollerfink: You Will Find Me / I Will Find You
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Monday, September 10, 2012. You Will Find Me / I Will Find You. You will find me, here, naked and blank, pale, drowned beneath these sheets of blood. Close my eyes, they are empty, I will sleep. Do not kiss my lips. They are cold, cracked. Cover my face. I am nothing and isn't nothing better? You will find me, your son, upstairs; the bang has interrupted your dinner party. I'm a mess, but do not be embarrassed. It hurt, mother, just briefly; do you know about pain? I have known it only. Son, I will drop ...
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rollerfink: Touch My Eyes
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Friday, April 13, 2012. Being dead is nothing but not wanting to die again. So take my picture from your bedside. Place it in a drawer. Toss it in the garbage. Bury or burn it. Give my clothes away. Go and see a movie, and smile and laugh. Fall in love. Just touch my eyes and close them so that I may die in peace. I like this a lot, Benjamin. Nice :D. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I don't belong in a garbage can. View my complete profile. People Who Think I'm a Dope. Watching The Paint Dry. I put b...
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rollerfink: Dreaming
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Wednesday, February 29, 2012. I’m a squirrel in the forest. I’m nothing; I’m dead. I'm a squirrel in the forest and I'm dead. There are maggots in my eyes and I'm dead. I’m nothing in this forest and I’m dead. I’m naked and lonely; I stink, I’m nothing and I’m dead. I’m the squirrel, I’m the forest, I’m the maggots. I’m the eyes, I'm the stench. I am nothing and I’m dead. This is beautiful and thats that. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I don't belong in a garbage can. View my complete profile. Can t...
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rollerfink: Our Eyes Will Never Change
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Sunday, October 16, 2011. Our Eyes Will Never Change. In Joan Jett leather. Fingering your grandmother's crucifix on the wrong side of Mack. Let me touch you. Like that night down Woodward in your daddy's car. We haven't gone too far. I miss days like this. Playing guitar under the stars. I don't care what happened in the snow. The things you did. I've let it go. The things I said. When we were cold. Nothing can ever be the same. But our eyes will never change. And the sun will shine again. 08457 90 90 90.
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rollerfink: Kiss/Love
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Thursday, August 04, 2011. This story is now featured in Up. Story of my life, succul. And more than a little bit hot. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I don't belong in a garbage can. View my complete profile. People Who Think I'm a Dope. 160; (S)wine - "Fiction.sometimes". Watching The Paint Dry. I do not have penis envy. THIS IS NOT POETRY. A touch of tuesday weld. These Conduits Overlap My Mid-Brain. THE MEANING OF LIFE.According to Judy. To Dull to a Pause. An Ineffable Play for Voices. Like it o...