If you're looking for a Starship Casual topic, I'd love to hear your reading habits. This makes me wonder whether you read much poetry (like John Berryman, I think you'd dig him)?
THIS man had something to say or not to say. But he said it anyway. Come visit Flat Rock and be inspired by a man who found a way to say very much by sometimes saying so very little.
MANY things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
Everybody was saying, no end
To the yes-yes, yes-yes, me-too, me-too.
The aprons of silence covered me.
A wire and hatch held my tongue.
I spit nails into an abyss and listened.
I shut off the gabble of Jones, Johnson, Smith.
All whose names take pages in the city directory.
I fixed up a padded cell and lugged it around.
I locked myself in and nobody knew it.
Only the keeper and the kept in the hoosegow
Knew it—on the streets, in the postoffice,
On the cars, into the railroad station
Where the caller was calling, “All a-board,
All a-board for .. Blaa-blaa .. Blaa-blaa,
Blaa-blaa .. and all points northwest .. all a-board.”
I actually visited the Carl Sandburg house while visiting for Wilco’s show over the summer in Asheville. Although only the grounds were open due to the pandemic, I enjoyed one of the hiking trails, admired the scenery and history of the land, and played with the resident goats. I hope to go back again on my next Asheville visit once it fully reopens.
Very good. I grew up in Carlyle, IL pop. 3,300. I got the home town newspaper for many years in the mail (because my Mom had worked there). In the photos of news happenings the men all wore essentially the same thing (and the women all had the same hairdo). The newspaper editor, Warren dressed like an open toolbox. Struck a chord, thanks!
death always finds a way in
Concert goers cargo shorts. Bodacious dad bods. IPA 5 gallon aquarium drinkers. Off brand Wilco band tees.
If you're looking for a Starship Casual topic, I'd love to hear your reading habits. This makes me wonder whether you read much poetry (like John Berryman, I think you'd dig him)?
“I’m proud to say that I know it / Here-in is a hell of a poet.” — J. Cash
Not exactly Robert Frost...
Naked we're all the same.
Similar, and different.
Birds of a feather --- just sayin
His clothes are loud
But never square
It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best
'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion
—Follower of Fashion, The Kinks
Cool,Sometimes the obvious is not so obvious
When do we get to read #1 to #30
When I saw the first line, I admit I was secretly hoping for a mention of those couples who go to Vegas with his and her T-shirts and the like.
Jeff, I love the video representation of our COVID recovery efforts.
Masks and face Shields
Blue robes crashing
Vents and tubes
Old bodies thrashing
This I learned, for me and you,
Perhaps post playa '22
Kinda scary! Sky blue sky ‘22 tremors.
Hi Jeff:
THIS man had something to say or not to say. But he said it anyway. Come visit Flat Rock and be inspired by a man who found a way to say very much by sometimes saying so very little.
MANY things I might have said today.
And I kept my mouth shut.
So many times I was asked
To come and say the same things
Everybody was saying, no end
To the yes-yes, yes-yes, me-too, me-too.
The aprons of silence covered me.
A wire and hatch held my tongue.
I spit nails into an abyss and listened.
I shut off the gabble of Jones, Johnson, Smith.
All whose names take pages in the city directory.
I fixed up a padded cell and lugged it around.
I locked myself in and nobody knew it.
Only the keeper and the kept in the hoosegow
Knew it—on the streets, in the postoffice,
On the cars, into the railroad station
Where the caller was calling, “All a-board,
All a-board for .. Blaa-blaa .. Blaa-blaa,
Blaa-blaa .. and all points northwest .. all a-board.”
Here I took along my own hoosegow
And did business with my own thoughts.
Do you see? It must be the aprons of silence.
Carl Sandburg
I actually visited the Carl Sandburg house while visiting for Wilco’s show over the summer in Asheville. Although only the grounds were open due to the pandemic, I enjoyed one of the hiking trails, admired the scenery and history of the land, and played with the resident goats. I hope to go back again on my next Asheville visit once it fully reopens.
Jeff, my 4 year old son for the last 2 years always flips out in a good way when he hears the Wilco song Common Sense-- should I be concerned?
Very good. I grew up in Carlyle, IL pop. 3,300. I got the home town newspaper for many years in the mail (because my Mom had worked there). In the photos of news happenings the men all wore essentially the same thing (and the women all had the same hairdo). The newspaper editor, Warren dressed like an open toolbox. Struck a chord, thanks!
My grandparents lived there for 30 years! Carlyle lake fisherman champ my Papa was, and in the papers alot
Sea birds flirt
With
Lacey hems
Edging
The tide