The Octopus
I was disappointed today
to find Babe's on the Bay
(on South Padre Island Blvd.)
closed. Hushed legend speaks
of a dancer there:
Derek called her "The Octopus"
for some very specific reasons.
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Live from Port Isabel: The Law Offices of E.G. "Sandy" Hall (Texas #12)
Helena la Loca de Dos Pistolas
On a trip to Spain in 1989:
a bit of Spanish history
regarding a queen named "Juana la Loca"
captured my grandfather's imagination.
Fifteen years later: my grandmother,
in an attempt to discipline her five cats
now packs two water guns, earning her name:
Helena la Loca de Dos Pistolas.
On a trip to Spain in 1989:
a bit of Spanish history
regarding a queen named "Juana la Loca"
captured my grandfather's imagination.
Fifteen years later: my grandmother,
in an attempt to discipline her five cats
now packs two water guns, earning her name:
Helena la Loca de Dos Pistolas.
Monday, December 26, 2005
Nana's Kitchen #2 (Texas #11)
Keepin' It Crill
(Real + Connecticut = Connecticut Real)
PS:
This morning I left
the hotel to go to
the house of Seven AMz.
As I pulled
down the road
the sun was coming up
and I leaned down
to turn on some Christmas
on the radio.
As I looked up from the radio
I saw a chipcrunk
dart under the car and
heard a "thrunk"
indicating a fatal encounter
with my back tire. (3rd Coast Stylin'!)
What a Christmas morning omen.
All I could think of was the song
"Please Christmas Don't Be Late"
for the rest of the roll to the house.
(Real + Connecticut = Connecticut Real)
PS:
This morning I left
the hotel to go to
the house of Seven AMz.
As I pulled
down the road
the sun was coming up
and I leaned down
to turn on some Christmas
on the radio.
As I looked up from the radio
I saw a chipcrunk
dart under the car and
heard a "thrunk"
indicating a fatal encounter
with my back tire. (3rd Coast Stylin'!)
What a Christmas morning omen.
All I could think of was the song
"Please Christmas Don't Be Late"
for the rest of the roll to the house.
Nana's Kitchen: Texas #10 (Live from Port Isabel)
Refugio Is the Mysterious Beginning of the World
Near Refugio:
my brother and I
talk calmly
about the rest of our lives:
I will support these people;
these people will support me:
a reflexive honky equation:
(honky + honky = honky/honky + honky - 1)
where 1 = common sense.
Ha!
Near Refugio:
my brother and I
talk calmly
about the rest of our lives:
I will support these people;
these people will support me:
a reflexive honky equation:
(honky + honky = honky/honky + honky - 1)
where 1 = common sense.
Ha!
Sunday, December 25, 2005
Grandma's House #3 & #4 (Texas #8 & #9)
Dividing With Fractions
The irreducable truth
is: most women
in my family
find mathematicians
irresistable. Witness
this scene in the kitchen:
cousins and sisters
and mothers gather around
to watch my brothers
and my grandfather
playing some sort of
Scrabble-by-numbers.
I bowed out
because I couldn't remember
how to divide with fractions.
*
My Asterisk Divides
To tell an eyeball
how to move down:
break a line, or break
a stanza to move
further along. An asterisk
says "it's over."
*
The irreducable truth
is: most women
in my family
find mathematicians
irresistable. Witness
this scene in the kitchen:
cousins and sisters
and mothers gather around
to watch my brothers
and my grandfather
playing some sort of
Scrabble-by-numbers.
I bowed out
because I couldn't remember
how to divide with fractions.
*
My Asterisk Divides
To tell an eyeball
how to move down:
break a line, or break
a stanza to move
further along. An asterisk
says "it's over."
*
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Grandma's House #2 (Texas #7)
The Cloyingly Sweet
Shirley Temple you are slugging
down while watching the live nativity
procession -- none of these five-year-olds
are professionals -- will choke you
with its sugar, and as you drift off
into your Jesus sleep (look at your toes --
they are crossing) you will pray
for just a glass of water
from Santa this year. (Honky!)
Shirley Temple you are slugging
down while watching the live nativity
procession -- none of these five-year-olds
are professionals -- will choke you
with its sugar, and as you drift off
into your Jesus sleep (look at your toes --
they are crossing) you will pray
for just a glass of water
from Santa this year. (Honky!)
Houston, TX #6: Grandma's House
To Drink A Cloyingly Sweet Shirly Temple
I just spent a weekend
pretending to be older/
pretending to be younger
than I am. At the high school
keg party on Saturday night,
the five-ohs showed,
and the honkies went scattering.
So I just stood there and pretended
to be a someone's dad
looking all over for his daughter.
None of the pounders seemed
to notice the beer in my hand.
But that's life on the edge for ya,
as anyone on the edge will tell ya.
I just spent a weekend
pretending to be older/
pretending to be younger
than I am. At the high school
keg party on Saturday night,
the five-ohs showed,
and the honkies went scattering.
So I just stood there and pretended
to be a someone's dad
looking all over for his daughter.
None of the pounders seemed
to notice the beer in my hand.
But that's life on the edge for ya,
as anyone on the edge will tell ya.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Live from Texas: SW Geo #2 (Texas #5)
Stop Here for Quality Products
I was trying to remember something that day,
and today I will try to remember something again.
I was in love with this memory long before I had it;
this memory scares me; this memory pleases me.
On a train ride through Copper Canyon
I never took: I remember this Mexican
in a cowboy hat hooting at honkies;
I remember this waystation where I never stopped.
I was trying to remember something that day,
and today I will try to remember something again.
I was in love with this memory long before I had it;
this memory scares me; this memory pleases me.
On a train ride through Copper Canyon
I never took: I remember this Mexican
in a cowboy hat hooting at honkies;
I remember this waystation where I never stopped.
From the Esteemed Offices of Southwest Geo: Live from Texas #4 (Lubbock)
Memoirs of a Honky
My mother raised me;
I raised my mother. We
were the ones who really
did not want to move
to Lubbock, Texas and
fifteen years out now
none of us can imagine
another place in the entire world.
She's over my shoulder now:
she says "crops are raised,
children are reared." And
I only get my top cropped
at Christmastime.
My mother raised me;
I raised my mother. We
were the ones who really
did not want to move
to Lubbock, Texas and
fifteen years out now
none of us can imagine
another place in the entire world.
She's over my shoulder now:
she says "crops are raised,
children are reared." And
I only get my top cropped
at Christmastime.
The John Cotter/Shafer Hall Haiku from Memory Project #3
College football roars:
Stateside: Texas Longhorns hope.
It's against all hope.
Stateside: Texas Longhorns hope.
It's against all hope.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
DePoWriMo: Live from Junction, TX, home of 93.5 KOOK!
The Famous Flaco Jimenez / Peter Lorre Connection
In Texas we talk about Flaco Jimenez,
and when my father tells me "Hey, Flaco
looks like Peter Lorre," I say "Yeah,
kinda," even though Flaco Jimenez
looks exactly like Peter Lorre, and
it's been like that for me for years;
Flaco would say "You honkies,
you love each other," and he'd be right,
but I shouldn't say that -- I don't know
exactly what Flaco would say.
Chet Atkins would say "every boy
wears a hat," he'd say,
"a hat to look like his father,"
and he's right, of course:
I wear my cowboy hat every day in New York,
but in Texas my contrary self goes hatless.
In Texas we talk about Flaco Jimenez,
and when my father tells me "Hey, Flaco
looks like Peter Lorre," I say "Yeah,
kinda," even though Flaco Jimenez
looks exactly like Peter Lorre, and
it's been like that for me for years;
Flaco would say "You honkies,
you love each other," and he'd be right,
but I shouldn't say that -- I don't know
exactly what Flaco would say.
Chet Atkins would say "every boy
wears a hat," he'd say,
"a hat to look like his father,"
and he's right, of course:
I wear my cowboy hat every day in New York,
but in Texas my contrary self goes hatless.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
From a Wooden Bunker Somewhere on the Surface of Austin, Texas
The White Rose of the West
The heliotropic nature of the
world at large turns our faces to the West
so some of that warmth will find us: Maureen,
urging us to behave and write our best
because her favorite species: the crested
poetry: flowers cannot bloom on rain
alone, and all living things are nestled
in the caesura of her verse, where cranes
of progress cannot drop things on them. Shame
on ourselves when we're not being rosy,
but we know how to turn it around: shame
itself finds itself shamed by her poesy.
And if anyone tells her she's wonky,
please remind her she's my fav'rite honky.
The heliotropic nature of the
world at large turns our faces to the West
so some of that warmth will find us: Maureen,
urging us to behave and write our best
because her favorite species: the crested
poetry: flowers cannot bloom on rain
alone, and all living things are nestled
in the caesura of her verse, where cranes
of progress cannot drop things on them. Shame
on ourselves when we're not being rosy,
but we know how to turn it around: shame
itself finds itself shamed by her poesy.
And if anyone tells her she's wonky,
please remind her she's my fav'rite honky.
Monday, December 19, 2005
Live from Texas: DePoWriMo
PUBLIC SAFETY DISPATCH: GRILLZ
Where did you get that
grill? Your lip detests it --
it wasn't tested
for a small-mouthed honky;
Texas industry's
toxic epoxy
will slick it up nice.
No chafing.
Where did you get that
grill? Your lip detests it --
it wasn't tested
for a small-mouthed honky;
Texas industry's
toxic epoxy
will slick it up nice.
No chafing.
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Big Saturday
Elves, Reindeers, Snowpeoples,
Lend us your ears. Sam Amadon and Shafer Hall will be reading at the Four-Faced Liar this Saturday. hosted by Miss Christmas 2005: Marion Wrenn. That'll take place around 5PM at the bar, and then at 8PM we will retire to greater Bed Stuy/Clinton Hill for the Montechillo Christmas Party at 162 Clifton Place (a.k.a. Lucas and Shafer's apartment.) There will probably be an after- after-party at Sputnik, so keep in touch.
To get to the Four-Faced Liar go to 165 W. 4th St. in Manhattan.
To get to Montechillo take the G train to Classon and walk against traffic on Classon. Take your first left on Clifton Place and our apartment is on the right at 165. It has three stone lions in front of it.
Call us if you need Sputnik directions. 917-714-4196.
Much Love and Merry Christmas,
Shafer
Lend us your ears. Sam Amadon and Shafer Hall will be reading at the Four-Faced Liar this Saturday. hosted by Miss Christmas 2005: Marion Wrenn. That'll take place around 5PM at the bar, and then at 8PM we will retire to greater Bed Stuy/Clinton Hill for the Montechillo Christmas Party at 162 Clifton Place (a.k.a. Lucas and Shafer's apartment.) There will probably be an after- after-party at Sputnik, so keep in touch.
To get to the Four-Faced Liar go to 165 W. 4th St. in Manhattan.
To get to Montechillo take the G train to Classon and walk against traffic on Classon. Take your first left on Clifton Place and our apartment is on the right at 165. It has three stone lions in front of it.
Call us if you need Sputnik directions. 917-714-4196.
Much Love and Merry Christmas,
Shafer
Sunday, December 11, 2005
The Inimitable Richard Hall
DJs at Rice Radio. I will keep you posted about his DJ slots; in the meantime y'all should stop by and enjoy one of the better free-form radio stations in the country (they stream live on the internet.) Hoot 'em Owls!
Now Begins
a new series of John Cotter and Shafer Hall poems -- Revisited. John and I have written hundreds of haiku word by word, which I will occasionally reproduce here. The kicker: I will not actually open the Word file where our haiku are archived -- I will attempt to reproduce them from memory, with what I assume will be varying degrees of success. I may even ignore the 5-7-5 format, to which John and I adhered quite fiercely. For instance:
What season is it
that makes you all a-flutter?
Winter from here. There?
What season is it
that makes you all a-flutter?
Winter from here. There?
D.Po.Wri.Mo.
More So/Less So
My outstretched toes
have all of the mystery
of the less fortunate --
Mister Blister Masochister
keeps the illusion of me
up, and --oh-- it's no illusion
these tireless creatures
work powerfully for balance.
Just like romance --
Allie and Dean Wareham
are such mighty fans
of those headless necks
-- rooftop water towers --
wrapped now in the mock
turtlenecks of snow.
But I am not immune
to their lonely pull,
and --ah-- I am not immune
to such a cool drink of water.
My outstretched toes
have all of the mystery
of the less fortunate --
Mister Blister Masochister
keeps the illusion of me
up, and --oh-- it's no illusion
these tireless creatures
work powerfully for balance.
Just like romance --
Allie and Dean Wareham
are such mighty fans
of those headless necks
-- rooftop water towers --
wrapped now in the mock
turtlenecks of snow.
But I am not immune
to their lonely pull,
and --ah-- I am not immune
to such a cool drink of water.
Wednesday, December 07, 2005
(loosely from Allison)
Armadillos and Mexicans Make the Best Texans
The Mexicans are re-making Texas,
and the oldest Texans, the armadillos,
are not complaining one bit. Mexicans
and old Texans have a lot in common --
thick skin and litters of lucky number
seven; siete being the most heavenly
word in the Mexican lexicon.
Warren Zevon and Jackson Browne
sing this song about an armadillo
named Carmelita, who will hold
you through the hard times;
hold on to her (your armadillo
or your tough Mexican) when
Texas becomes California and
California becomes Texas again.
The Mexicans are re-making Texas,
and the oldest Texans, the armadillos,
are not complaining one bit. Mexicans
and old Texans have a lot in common --
thick skin and litters of lucky number
seven; siete being the most heavenly
word in the Mexican lexicon.
Warren Zevon and Jackson Browne
sing this song about an armadillo
named Carmelita, who will hold
you through the hard times;
hold on to her (your armadillo
or your tough Mexican) when
Texas becomes California and
California becomes Texas again.
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