Showing posts with label the apartment. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the apartment. Show all posts

23 July 2011

come back to the old kind
of trust




the arithmetic of care

                           near the rock river
wisconsin
in bloom
                           the year’s second full moon


a  beautiful   dutiful thief
                           just saying that comes as relief
no longer
keeping it
                  from myself


sharing the wealth
                           the health                    
the burden
    of words
                           you couldn't call it anything else


these are the ones
                           that woke me up
that made me
                love
                           and forget what it is about heaven


turning over every leaf
                           to find they are the same
what was
the name?
                           to finally place the blame



in brazil it isn't summer
                           clandestine behavior  
to taste
the sweet sunshine
                           cold and clear or warm and bright


joyride got to have
                           summer twice
before she took
the bad advice
                           she spilled it slowly late at night


she took the time
                           to take a chance
before the fall
broke both her hands
                           put the idea back in a can


it came from eyes
                           and minds   hearts in the air
from scorn
and stares  
                           golden waves of golden hair


not sure i was
                           supposed to be complete
not even
remotely sure
                           about supposed to be


to those that would
                           thieve
and everyone
              does
                           the wood makes a good effort
                          

to hold back the water
                           feel like it ought to
come back
to the old kind of
                                        trust




Helping Mr. Rothko by Henry Xavier Porter 2007

30 June 2011

onehundredfortysixthousand
eighthundredthirtythree


it’s sugar   sure as shit
sure as guilt’s gonna find catholics
sure as sugar bear  curly hair
      nobody seems to care

the cell phone air 
fills with yes men
      platitudes
teen angst and attitude
keep the proof coming through
reading you
              feeding you
      but ultimately
                         needing you
to be the truth
       free the proof
socrates in shiny shoes

drinking the poison kiss
of cold air's bakery bliss
little ‘love you’ s between breaths

never the right time to get wet
  or be upset
we counted every last hair 
                                          on her head

onehundredfortysixthousandeighthundredthirtythree

           at least

and about a thousand more
       in the air
                  on the floor
an even dozen on my pillow
every time that's good 
        to go
or ought 
             to know
which way the timetable wind blows

for weathermen
                  for leathermen
   making sense and recompense
                         at all the reformed catholics
         on a
red brick   noise floor
    pushing adieu   to adore

here’s one   thing   more

      to good timing
and tippage
            the full house missing
drawing two
               but daydreaming of kissing
for the first time since i can remember
and at least since the first worst of november

when germs in mouths 
      caused so much doubt
and we all found out
that smiles are
                      shouts

to the little burn brown
              in this town
that circle the sweet sound
and get up just to 

       get 
down


                                                                   Corner of Oak Lane and 12th
by Chuck Connelly

29 June 2011

How Do You Wear a Seersucker Suit?



Summertime was made for seersucker suits.

 They're cool (ironic) and comfortable, looking crisp (even with that lisp) in the most humorous of climates. There is a reason why they were once considered the uniform for the Southern Gentlemen, like Willy Gunderson or Stamford Xavier MacGillicuddy III.   

                                                      
 But, how do you wear one?   How do you bear one?  

What goes with seersucker? 
                           Well, I'll tell you motherfucker! 


Read on for some helpful pointers.

Accessorizing the seersucker suit:
                               Shirts and a hat, now how about that?

A good guideline with seersucker is to select a shirt that includes one of the stripe colors.  Go black, green, and red if you're an African man, if you catch as you can and you have to admit that the sweat on your neck does bother you, a bit, it's so true.  So, if it's a blue and cream stripe, then a shirt in cream or blue will be the best thing    for you.   But there's one thing you should know (you should always know), that inevitable isn't edible anymore than credit is incredible and you must certainly understand that only Southern Gentleman— like the most gracious of all, Mr. Knight Berman Junior— can successfully wear a hat like that.  
So put yours on the rack and go to the back of the back where the books hang out and read a few until you find the one that makes you   shout, that makes you smile, and you feel understood for the first time in miles.  
In the last century the printed word was king, you see; it tore you down and set you free but now we're unsure about everything. 
Maybe this is how it feels to be on that limb, looking back, looking in and saying those words that everyone knows but nobody heard.  
Nobody hears   because it feeds the fear. 

But, what style of dress shirt?

                 Watch it now, you might get hurt.

As far as the style of shirts that are useful, youthful, and truthful.  A spread collar, point collar, or tab collar dress shirt will work, and work well if you're paving a road to hell or if you've just moved to Austin and can't get enough Stubbs or heat or heart or white boy blues or high heeled shoes and the new good news   but     ‘how much’ is never enough and ‘soon’ isn't now anyhow.  Just toss that tape in the air and wait for the surgeons to look up from their work, now you've got your shirt, and the shirt selected should be all cotton, if it’s a dress shirt, but cotton or linen will suffice, if you're nice and you always think twice, if you're real or you're right and you take leave of your senses only at night and also if it's a sport shirt.

Selecting neckwear for seersucker:
                       C'mon and pick one you salty motherfucker.

For the most part it is best to select a tie with a pattern one that matches your    hat (err, wait just a minute we got rid of that    didn't we?). Yes, ideally, you won't wear such things unless you have the head to pull it off, the style to slow the soft, and find the oceans roar like you did before from Mobile or Fairhope, Chickisaw or Spanish Fort.  Select a tie with a pattern, one of import, composed of the shirt and clothing color then wear it to court, to church, to the bar, and then home to the kids. Don’t show your weaknesses, keep those well hid.  However, it's OK if the neckwear incorporates additional hues, the ones you can use in its pattern, in blues, even in the band of the hat (wait wait, no-no, um forget about that).
So, if you are often in a position of prominence, if you've got something to say to more than one of us, if you haven't put down your all your expenses for the month and the fiscal year ending is coming right up, well, now you're talking. 

What is the appropriate footwear for seersucker?

                        This one's going out to all the full time truckers.

The most traditional footwear choice for seersucker is a pair of white bucks but most folks look at those and say 'What the fuck?' I can't really blame them, those shoes kind of suck but the warm red tradition calls it   'cut'.
And you do so to be polite, but underneath your civil rights are raging and staging some sort of coup, trying to recall how time might renew and diffuse the sexist and racial tonality, I wonder why arrogance feeds personality. And, how belief in the conscience is all very new to the immigrant sons of Pepe LePew. 

But actually brown or black shoes are also acceptable options, don't need to be made out of cotton, just keep it comfortable and that will do— it's all in line with a seersucker suit.  

The appropriate style is some kind of lace-up:
Think-captoe, split-toe, plain-toe, or wingtip.
In design, so fine, comfortable in leather, sassy and classy, impenetrable to weather   of most kinds on the coastline seeking Evangeline. 

Slip-on shoes simply aren't dressy enough.

And, finally, the belt should match the color of the shoes. It's leather-know-better than to sing only blues.
So, if you decide to go for a grosgrain belt, well, live it up then brother, drink to your health.  
And choose one that makes you happy and wealthy and fat but just make sure you don't pick the wrong hat. Because, that    that  that      would be disastrous. 

















27 June 2011

The Two Jakes


It must have been somewhere that the land meets the water, or maybe, where the mountains meet the sky.  It certainly seems like the city and the country collided but no one is really sure if it was where Truth bumped into The Lie.  


Still, we are certain that it happened.  The ‘it’ in question is the rather fortuitous meeting of Blackbeard and Yellowbeard that led directly to the sonic experience that is ‘The Two Jakes.’  My first, and hopefully not last, encounter with the Jakes was at a small club in Buffalo, NY that looked fairly traditional in it’s dive-bar aesthetic.  I was impressed by the sweeping announcement from the public address system for all patrons to make their way to the ‘War Memorial Stage’ in the front of the club.  What I saw when I got there were two bright, harsh spot lights shining on seated figures, hunched over metal slabs containing small boxes with lights and knobs. 

Blackbeard leaned into the microphone and almost whispered, ‘Tonight, this is the truth center’ and a gentle, rising pulse of sound began to fill the room.  Then Yellowbeard struck one mighty chord that sounded like, well, doom. 

A hush fell over the Buffalo night and things that were merely ‘real’ got ‘right.’

Finding beauty in chaos is a trick that only a few can muster and most of them have left us to our own devices via death or the dismemberment of how to achieve such sonic desires.  Those that remain must be more vigilant than ever to not let the secret art die out, to continue the madness perpetrated by Cage, Young, The Velvets, Silver Apples, Gabriel’s Genesis, Eno, Bryars, Sonic Youth, Branca, Spacemen, Shields, Kember and Pierce.  

The madness of jagged shards of sound hurled and then corralled into sweet songs that come from a time where wanting and having are parallel lines and the Jakes soon decide that they just might be able to make those two ornery motherfuckers coincide somewhere deep in the night       if they could just get the delay pedal set right, they might. 

So when you listen and when you hear (which, after all, are two distinctly different tasks) to their songs float up, out, over and around and when you hear the feedback howl, the Fender music box growl of the Jonny Greenwood special,the deluxe 85, the southern blues for dessert Rolling Stones with Mick Taylor Duane and Dickey dirty gritty Gibson SG on eleven with pretty little melodies that fell out of heaven.


When you hear all that
             When you listen to all of that
                                  When it really sinks in
                                                 That’s when the good life begins.  



18 June 2011

c for calvin
c for clifford



c for calvin c for clifford
            they broke the record

mensch
         cut what makes sense
what makes me nervous 
    recompense

       shut it down
 turn around
   least of all
common ground

     this is your favorite movie
no wonder you’re depressed
       don’t tell me he did it
did it sound like he did it
he did it    he did it
      could it
would it

no        of course not
did that sound like a gunshot

          okay  it did   the harm was his
so here i sit

and there is no tangerine slice
it’s one hundred and twenty percent black and white
   it’s an ode
an homage
to a different time
made by a different man
who didn’t need spotlights

he did need starlets and circus nights
     but words on the page
had to suffice
 until the celluloid soon made everything right


left siobhán and the shy one
         to i a l diamond
under cover of the california night

these boys
      made it so that the sun wouldn’t shine
unless it happened to ask
and if it was wearing a mask
          then what’s rising would last
into the into the into the    past
with a look   and a laugh
honor intact
   never pander to anyone that’s just a fact

he told the truth like a magazine
               centerfold    beauty queen

it’s just that no one is listening
    to him    or
to me

          anymore