Sometimes/Today

Sometimes I feel that I’m failing

From the weather or a smell in the air

Sometimes I feel that I’m winning

Despite the score showing I’m far from there

Sometimes I grow stronger

From something I decided not to eat

Sometimes a rock in my shoe

Slows the pace of my gate

Sometimes life seems like a deep woe

That I carry upon my soul

Sometimes I’m light as the wind

Endless days with no tire or toll

Today’s maybe somewhere in the middle

Some coffee and rain and some hope

Success and failure are not for this moment

Both lie out of the present’s scope

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

More Pissarro Than Picasso

I want a world more Pissarro than Picasso

More the sum than a piece

More the glory of all of it

Than cubes of us at our least

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

Camille Pissarro

Dead Sitcoms Stars Cluttering the Psyche

Click

Ted Knight stares at me

Through the late night TV flicker

His hair is white and bright

It hurts my eyes in the darkness

I am sad to see him on the screen

He exists in some alternate universe

The 1970’s that did not exist

But he no longer exists here

Click

Norman Fell stares back on another channel

He is having trouble

With those cohabiting youths again

His career has not yet faded from one bad choice

At the same time

John Ritter’s face is young

His heart is still strong

This will be the greatest moment for both of them

Their faces show they do not know this fact

I do not know what the moments that flash through the

Viewfinder of my life mean

It is unclear until long after the point

And then it is fogged by judgments of episodes

Click

Andy Kaufman is on

Wild, crazed, and manic

Diamond in the rough never cut to a beautiful gem

His pain on display for posterity

Click

McLean Stevenson is

Forever dying on a plane

Shown endlessly

Once dead in life

Doomed to repeat forever

Across the mindscape they are thrown

Living in a syndicated trans-cosmic-loop

They know nothing of the present

It does not exist

The past doesn’t either

It is

Only an alternative reproduction

Dead sitcoms stars cluttering the psyche

Adrift and floating like out of orbit meteors

Digitally represented

Haunting and false

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

Ted Knight

 

Dead Languages In An Encrypted World

Dead languages in an encrypted world

Floating on currents of textual seas

New syntax and context unfurled

Ideas carried by the digital breeze

Mass less data of New Babylon

Still growing ziggurat of a modern age

Non-physical ideas carry on

With or without the page

Language united with math

Following the binary path

What or or who does it benefit

If anything or anyone at all

Are the data’s flows sinister or beneficent

Are its actions fair of foul

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

Dead Language

 

Mom

She wore a bonnet of significant bees

A fleece of fantastic fleas

She knew black beans and pintos

From her lentils and her peas

 

She didn’t walk on water

But she glided over nails

Which were strewn across the floor

From rusty timeworn pails

 

She loved the smell of smoke

But disdained the smell of cinder

She met your father Satan

On the devil’d own site Tinder

 

You told her happy mother’s day

She said son I am fictional and abstract

You infer you own responsivities

From how you think I act

 

So hold tight to your nostalgia

Or quietly feed your rage

I am not your icon or advisor

I am never your blueprint or cage.

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

Coraline_Other_Mother

 

Jump Cuts Like Godard

Jump cuts

Like Godard

On the evening news

Your attention is

The one thing

They can’t afford to lose

 

Stories like Hitchcock

Winding up and down

Twisted stairs

People searching

For secrets and motives

That aren’t really there

 

Sounds like Altman

Bleeding one into another

Cutting in and out

People trying to discern

Truths they whisper

From lies they shout

 

Faith like Scorsese

Still present, but

Beaten and torn

Hoping between

All the death and privation

Something better is born

 

Reality like Lanzmann

Laying bare plagues foul effects

On me and you

Not metaphors

No soft lenses

Just a truth hard to view

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

Godard

 

The Monkey Sees God in Bananas

The monkey sees God in bananas

The tiger sees the divine in his claws

The crow sees God in the worms of the morning

As he cackles, preens, and craws

Man sees God in the unseen

The preacher sees the divine in his words

The zealot sees it in the crowds that gather before him

As he guides them like an unthinking herd

Let your eyes be your faith and your heart

Let your ears hear the sounds of the divine

Let your own steps guide you to your version of God

As I shall let my feet lead me to mine

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

Monkey

Everyone Thinks

Everyone thinks
 
The other side stinks
 
And they feel entitled
 
To that which was not earned
 
With Nero’s curse we were riddled
 
Danced to the sound of the fiddle
 
Never once broaching the middle
 
Everyone already decided
 
Whilst we burned
 
Gene G. McLaughlin 2020

This is Not a Blog Post

There was a book a number of years ago written by David Markson titled This Is Not A Novel. I loved it. There was no plot or characters or conflicts or resolutions, but it was extremely compelling. It was more about the strands of thought of the mind and the corridors it goes down and how what we read and see and hear reflect back on us as version of a story itself. Random facts, last words, lists of ingredients, baseball box scores. It might remind you of the much more famous Trout Fishing in America by Richard Brautigan, but with much shorter one or two line segments. This is Not a Novel was all ligaments and no muscles. Trout Fishing in America still had some muscles.

I’d like to reproduce some version of that idea on Facebook Live on this page and at beardedriffraff.blog. It kind of goes like this-

1. I logon and peruse things like Wikipedia or YouTube and Spotify as I often do to go down rabbit holes of things that interest me and share it on Facebook Live. This is something I do anyway on a rainy night.

2.If you feel so inclined you can watch and comment and participate send me down other rabbit holes of things I don’t know about. Maybe I am checking out Robin Hood Prince of Thieves and you are the foremost expert on Bryan Adams and you can direct me to some fascinating Bryan Adams info or article. Maybe you want to point me in the direction of how good Morgan Freeman was in the movie Street Smart. Who knows? You can watch for 3 minutes and make a suggestion or an hour, doesn’t really matter. If no else joins the corridors of the rabbit hole will be dug by me alone I suppose. I’d rather people join though.

3.Whatever direction the rabbit holes goes in I post at BearedRiffRaff.blog via a a sequential series of interesting things reviewed from Wikipedia, YouTube videos, bandcamp songs, book excerpts, or whatever as ‘This is Not a Blog’ post for the day.

4.If it goes well I’d like to have people join and and be in charge of starting and picking the direction of the rabbit hole. A diversity of results for each ‘Not a Blog’ post would be nice.

This is an experiment as much as anything. Kind of a crowd sourced digital found objects pastiche or collage. It might end up mundane or maybe marvelous, who knows. If nothing else comes of it I will skill up my digital production ability.

 

If anyone who likes this page is interested please check out-

http://www.facebook.com/beardedriffraff

March 2020

In the distance I see

Monuments (built by unknown hands)

To wealth (accumulated via unknown plans)

I’d tell you what their plaques said

If the world would just stop spinning

I’d tell you what the score was

If I knew what constituted winning

Sometimes the smells of being alive are

Dust (as it covers all)

Rotting cabbage (you bought but didn’t use)

Spring flowers (they will not be denied)

Excess time (somehow it wafts in the air)

Uncertainty (you can smell it in your pores)

Will the world ever be the same again?

(The answer has changed since you asked the question)

Does all of this make me feel better?

(Parts I disdain and wish to fade away)

Or am I terrified?

(That which I love, and fear will not stay)

Breathe

(No longer taken as a given)

Grieve

(For all that has been riven)

Repent

(There is no sin to be forgiven)

Grow

(Opportunity has arisen)

Choose

(Actions of your own volition)

Wait

(The future remains well hidden)

Gene G. McLaughlin 2020