4 Hour Hard On

Mark Wilson--photographer, graphic artist,
and all around Excellent Humanoid, wants U
to beam aboard the bridge of his cool new



Cyber Ship



You won't be disappointed. :)

Landing Party, out.

Popping open the hermetically-sealed
blinds, and what did the surfers find?


A Susurrus of Cruzio Daddy-O Finger Snaps



Note:

If I mispelled "sussurrus" you oughta
let me know with a damned comment. ;)


If it ain't too much trouble, i.e.


;)

geraldo he got me by the balls
and i don't think he gun
l e g g o


Tensions ran high…

We searched
for a spokesman
--Nigh and low in the halls
of justice, on both aisles
and in between the cracks
of toilet stalls, we tapped,
we tapped, we surely did
--blue-balled

Canaries in a Coal Mine with impossibly
wide Stances, we tapped out Morse Code
for “tossed salad” with charcoal penny
brogues…

TAP TAP –“Do you Par Tay?”

TAP TAP – “On subway, in a cab,
in a gush under Bronx lunch crush
a dab'll do ya and snorkel, o k
o k, daddy it's on!”

Lambada ‘Round The Maypole!

Implanted Cardio Defibrillators--GPS
Chip Readers in the twisty-ties of
electric chain link fence...

Sensible pumps,
caulk in the turnstiles,

Elbows, Press Pass,
X Files and A-Holes!

~~~

On Fox,
many more mug shots
of the Austrian Horror Father
with Houdini locks on sub-cellar
hasp, Austrian Hooror Mother
Fucker Father made a
wheezy, raspy sound going down
on hog-tied daughter in a bunker
for twenty four years, this father

sure makes a Fox
News consumer man wanna eat
up all the Percodan and Vicodin
in his medicine Chest, eat up
that Vicodin and Mentholatum
for egress straight to Oblivion,
try to mellow down, have a hot
wash, don't ask why, get you
some rest…

"...Sources close
enough for rock n’ roll--told
us – yes, yes there’s a Death
Toll, plus something else
in the air like Pre-partum craving
for fresh-baked cinnamon rolls,
Amish on Buckboards in the dust,
slow turn of whitewashed wagon
wheels, eyelids getting so
heavy, heavy, Tickle Me Elmo,
No Child left… No child… No,
child, no..."

~~~

At the Vatican, a smattering of flat denials, we looked
for sources, close to the Pope, we looked for source, and
solace, freak flotation and a goodsolid hand-held device,
Chocolate Sexual Wanker Factories, a billion subscribers,

Abomi-
Nation building, one-named
Rulers in a knuckle-whacking con-
test,

Elmer
Fudd, Children
of the Corn—on
wrong end
of Dick's thirty
aught six,

on the wrong
end, the wrong— ... ..

~~~

Tensions
continues to run
High, in point of
fact an all time

Reliable source— a speech
Therapist in Oval Office with
a “boatload of horse sense”

Bellowed:

NUKE – U – LAR
NUKE – U – LAR

NUKE -- YOU --- LAAR!!!


He said:

IN – TRANS __ IN JET
INTRAN SIN GENTS

IN-
TRA _ ZISTAH INSTA
ZANZIBET FREEDOM
FIGHTERS, he

said:

CRAW DADS FOR DA
KINGPIN ! … NOUGAT! …
MARGARINE PRECINCT
NAPALM & FOURTEEN

VICODIN, VICODIN

he said:

“oh
please, not yet…”


and then they brought
the Water Boarders in.

From the book
Mindfield
published by Thunder Mouth Press
(c) '89 ; by Gregory Corso
All Rights Reserved



AH… WELL

People…nobody loves them
not even people
Want of love
…no one owes anyone anything
Whosoever pays dues hasn’t
(I know of no collector)
They pay themselves
Those who demand respect
are seldom deserving
--not to show disrespect is enough—
People love only themselves
and not too well
Love for another
either in passion or compassion
stems from the heart’s desperate need
The universe is alone
and people are alone in it
The Pope doesn’t really love me
nor I he
Christ, his invisible love
I knew for a lover too
People bring on fear and pity
I fear human fragility
I pity coolies of humility
It’s always a bad day for someone
Pain, Death
The Big Lie of Life
The apothecarian earth blooms the poppy
at best

From the book
What Is This Thing Called Love
Published by Norton
© 2004, by Kim Addonizio
All Rights Reserved



BLUES FOR ROBERT JOHNSON

Give me a pint of whiskey with a broken seal
Give me one more hour with a broken feel
I can’t sleep again and a black dog’s on my trail

You’re singing hell hound, crossroad, love in vain
You’re singing, and the black sky is playing rain
You’re stomping your feet, shaking the windowpane

I put my palm to the glass to get the cold
I drink the memories that scald
Drink to the loves that failed and failed

Look down into the river, I can see you there
Looking down into the blue light of a woman’s hair
Saying to her Baby dark gon’ catch me here

You’re buried in Mississippi under a stone
You’re buried and still singing under the ground
And the blues fell mama’s child, tore me all upside down




Kim Addonizio's latest novel:
"My Dreams Out In the Street"

This is one of my favorite Rory Gallagher clips.
I get those chiller-dillers, up and down my spine.

My boy Rory can really do that to ya!


This video is definitely worth watching
all the way through, especially when Rory
makes a very slick move to whip out that
cold steel slide from his back pocket,
about halfway in. And also at the end,
when the legendary guitarist regales us
with a trip-shot of his signature
Mississippi S h r i e k s

The Graham Bond Organisation is notable in popular music history for jump-starting the careers of two future Cream members, bassist/singer Jack Bruce and drummer Ginger Baker. One song Bruce and Baker originally recorded with Bond, "Train Time," later wound up in the repertoire of Cream.

Later when blues and R&B scenes erupted on the British gig circuit, the Graham Bond Organisation became known for playing the most evil-sounding and dirty R&B heard in the UK. Other notable personnel included Jon Hiseman, John McLaughlin and Dick Heckstall-Smith. In a sense, Bond was a catalyst in the formation of British groups Cream and Colosseum, as members of those groups came from Bond's group.

Although highly influential within UK music circles, the GBO never experienced the popular chart success of their peers. One factor for this could have been Bond's rough, growling singing voice, which was an acquired taste. Another was the decided lack of conventional star appeal of the four members: Bond, Bruce, Baker, and saxophonist Dick Heckstall-Smith.




Awwww,

Where's that freaking Remote?

there... thank God, I found it!

ZZZZZZZT!

The Mississippi Sheiks were a loosely knit good-times blues group that grew out of the Family Band. They were one of the most popular Mississippi Delta based string bands of the 1920's and 1930's. They took their name from the Rudolph Valentino film "The Sheik". Several years after they began performing, the group recorded their first session in 1930. Over the next five years, they cut nearly 70s songs, which ranged from old-timey string songs to racy blues. Based in Jackson, Mississippi, during this time, the core of the group consisted of fiddler Lonnie Chatmon and guitarist Walter Vinson, with guitarists Bo Carter and Sam Chatmon joining the group frequently; both Carter and Sam also had successful solo careers, which occasionally prevented them from performing with the group. They were best known for "Sitting on Top of the World," a song recorded again by Howlin' Wolf in the 1950s.

And again, by a certain
blues-rock power trio
from Great Britain...


TO WIT
& Long-
Gevity!