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Closing TIme

2006-06-20T08:19:00.000-04:00

In line with Mike taking time off from his other blog, I'm dissappearing to understand, and making this my last post for maybe ever. So to the three of you out there who read the rants of Mike and Jim, thanks. It was a brief experiment and it may return in the future. Mike's busy with poems and novels and I've been workin' in a coalmine, ooh about to slip now. Later on.

Jimmy

Curing VD Thru Positive Thinking - A Poem

2006-05-13T14:17:00.000-04:00

Nimgimmers

It was such a thrill
To slip into your
Vestibule
In the amber canvassed night
On the Feast of St Luke
Patron saint of nimgimmers -

Surgeons who specialize in
Curing venereal diseases
Through the power of positive thinking.

John - Poolside

2006-05-09T19:43:00.000-04:00

The Mission

2006-05-09T15:43:00.000-04:00

The Man

2006-05-09T15:38:00.000-04:00

I'm Walkin' To New Orleans

2006-05-05T22:38:00.000-04:00

Hey Mike,
In cas you were wondering what happened on the charity walk the boys and I did prior to Lucy's birthday and prior to their transformation into batman and soderman, here's my step by step account:

The walk went off without a hitch this past Sunday as the weather was a beautiful sunny spring 60 degrees. I walked with Seamus and Gavin. Actually, I walked as they rode in a souped-up double stroller that may be on its last legs. We walked over the Smoot bridge towards MIT counting the Smoots - the bridge is 369 and a half Smoots plus 1 ear, if you were wondering. I also made everyone touch the small plaque on the bridge for good luck in honor of Erich Wiess, also known as Harry Houdini, who hung from the bridge on May 8, 1908, escaping from his constraints while hanging upside down.
We then took the double stroller onto the dirt path for a little off-roading. I ran with the stroller on the dirt path while playing chicken with the frightened on-coming Sunday morning Cambridge joggers. We past a gaggle of Japanese MIT tourists taking many pictures of the panoramic view of Beacon Hill across the Charles as one Japanese man took a picture of the boys in the stroller, waving crazily yelling, "HI BABIES!" The boys were understandably pereplexed. We continued our walk at a smart pace. We walked out over the water on the Memorial drive overpass and under the Longfellow.
I pushed with such unbridled vigor that I developed a nagging lower back and hip spasm that caused me to limp dramatically. But we pressed on. A stiff Sunday wind blew from the harbor as the white sailboats tacked in random zig zags and the Duck Tour boats chugged along in single file up and down the Charles.
It was the last day of the Star Wars exhibit at the Museum of Science, so there were four storm troopers in full regalia in front of the building. We stopped to chat with them. Gavin had his arms inside his shirt. Both boys were a little skittish about meeting real foot soldiers of the evil empire. Gavin stood up and yelled repeatedly, " I'M IN MY SHIRT, I'M IN MY SHIRT!" The storm troopers were perplexed and just stood around clutching their laser machine guns. We then zipped by the huge T-Rex beside the building which was the highlight of the walk for the boys.
We stopped on the metal drawbridge and watched the duck tour boat go right under our feet as we quacked half-heartedly. Then a quick short cut through the State trooper barracks at Leverett Circle. There was light suffering and gnashing of teeth on the part of both boys as we passed the playground - they both wanted to suspend the walk for a few moments of playground run-around, but we forged ahead keeping our mission and our pace in the fore of our minds.
As we approached the Hatch Shell, we heard the strains of the rock band playing Stevie Ray Vaughn. The boys, sensing the finish line, both jumped up from the stroller and walked the final 1/8 mile, climbing every wall, fence and step they could find.
We quickened our pace as we crossed the finish line under blue skies and a garland of balloons. Then off for Spiderman and batman face painting, hotdogs, and Lucey's ice cream bowling party with Captain Ron. A beautiful day, indeed.

Oh Ron, You Really Take the Cake....No, Really..

2006-05-01T09:25:00.000-04:00

Jim and His New Special Friend Ron

2006-05-01T09:24:00.000-04:00

Step Into My Web

2006-05-01T09:13:00.000-04:00

Some Aerodynamic Hat Action

2006-05-01T09:10:00.000-04:00

Two Super Fly Ladies

2006-05-01T09:09:00.000-04:00

Don't act like you're not impressed.....

2006-05-01T09:06:00.000-04:00

Sippy Cup Tour Schedule TBA

2006-04-28T09:46:00.000-04:00

Boston's legendary Sippy Cup are back together and planning a new tour. Once school gets out.

To All My Friends!

2006-04-27T22:27:00.000-04:00

Higher Than A Lion In Zion

2006-04-27T22:09:00.000-04:00

Two things-

Reading JackKerouac's Slected Letters 1957 - 1969, I was intrigued to find this in a letter to Allen Ginsberg, Peter Orlovsky, William S Burroughs, and Allan Ansen.

"Allen - I just wrote a mad poem and sent it to John Wieners -

Pullng off the human drawers of girls
Leaving whole pussywillows unblown
Because I am a breathless tree!"

A poem I wrote before I left for California -

A Game Of Inches

Dark Star of a lesser night
Sleeping in the warm fold
A dream hunting knife
Buried to the pearl handle -
the hilt of pure pleasure.

2006-04-10T21:44:00.000-04:00

Well, Mike

I'm off to Caleeephonia- last time I was driving motorcycles with my brothers and pulled out from behind a car making a left turn into a lane with a truck doing 70. I was almost California pizza. Like the last time I was in Oakland. I plowed my rental car into a Cutlass Supreme driven by two mean-looking- full-length-leather-coat-wearin'-gun-totin' thugs. A homeless guy came out of some bushes right after the accident and said - "Dude, you should be dead." Then he showed me the pay phone where I called 911. I sat on the curb at 11th and Brush in downtown Oakland with a smashed shin and a ripped ear and a rental car in a steaming gnarled twisted hunk of a wreck. I was just trying to get to Alameda.

Children, I wanna warn ya, 'cos I've been to California
Where Mickey Mouse is such a demon,
where Mickey Mouse is as big as a house
Life is wasted on illusion,
Tom and Jerry's no solution
Evil games for cartoon demons,

Pinocchio's the real boy, look around
And I cry all night,
do you wanna hold me, hold me tight
Do you wanna hold me, oh yeah,
do you wanna hold me, hold me there

Children, you got to hear me,
you've just got to understand me
Love and death ain't no physical thing
'Cos Mickey Mouse he don't wanna know
And I cry all night, do you wanna hold me,
hold me tight
Do you wanna hold me, oh yeah,
do you wanna hold me, hold me there

Life is a Merry-Go-Round Jim

2006-04-06T14:53:00.000-04:00

Go Back to your home on Whore Island!

2006-04-05T22:04:00.000-04:00

Mike,
God save the Queens of whore island! Thanks heaven for drunken British girls.

These Guys Have Some Balls

2006-04-03T20:48:00.000-04:00

I'd like a shave and a little off my nuts, please -

Three Men Charged in 'Dungeon' CastrationCHARLOTTE, N.C. (AP) — Three men have been arrested on charges of performing castrations on apparently willing participants in a sadomasochistic "dungeon" in a rural house, authorities said Friday. "It's extremely bizarre," District Attorney Michael Bonfoey said in a telephone interview. "It's incredible the amount of ways that people can find to run afoul of the law."Sheriff's investigators said Richard Sciara, 61, Danny Reeves, 49, and Michael Mendez, 60, admitted performing at least eight surgeries, including castrations and testicle replacements, on six consenting clients over the past year. None of the three is licensed to practice medicine, officials said.The suspects, all residents of the house in Haywood County, in western North Carolina, where the surgeries were allegedly performed, were arrested Thursday. They were being held on $150,000 bond each and could make their first court appearances Monday, Bonfoey said.The sheriff's office had investigated reports of sadomasochistic acts at the house in 2004, but concluded there was nothing illegal going on because the participants appeared to be willing adults.Renewed scrutiny, prompted by a citizen who made "strange statements" to Bonfoey, revealed that illegal surgeries were taking place, the prosecutor said.Detectives who searched the home Wednesday found medical supplies that included scalpels, sutures, bandages, anesthetic and artificial replacement testicles, sheriff's officials said.Also seized were videotaping equipment, and video recordings of the surgeries, sheriff's officials said. Photos and videos made at the "dungeon" were apparently featured on a locally produced sadomasochistic Web site, officials said."This right here beats anything I have ever seen," Sheriff Tom Alexander told the Asheville Citizen-Times, which reported that victims may have come from as far away as South America.Each man faces 10 felony counts — five each of castration without malice and conspiracy to commit castration without malice — as well as eight misdemeanor counts of performing medical acts without a license. Each felony carries a maximum three years and three months in prison, Bonfoey said."Assuming that the victims consented to this — and we don't know that for sure yet — that doesn't make it a defense," Bonfoey said. "We can't have people who are not medical doctors lopping off limbs and other body parts."

2006-04-03T09:15:00.000-04:00

Best band ever? Or just trying to pull the wool over your honky eyes?

2006-04-03T09:03:00.000-04:00

Jim, your post has inspired me to locate some fishing poetry. Here's one, from a fella named Greg Keeler:

Wooly Worm Invective
Come to me
my fuzzy little fraud
that some lunkhead brown
may think you're a sculpin
headed upstream--
that when you stop,
a stonefly nymph on steroids,
or up close
a freebie
from a duck dropping.
I know
who tied you.
He didn't even
use a vice --
just his fingers
in the back
of his tackle shop
while he shot the shit
with strangers.
No wonder
that japanese model
wore you home
in her ear.

Mike, I Caught You A Delicious Cod

2006-04-01T19:15:00.000-05:00

Mike,
Writing poetry and fishing share many common threads - sitting, staring, thinking, hours of searching high and far for small but delicious reward, drinking - sometimes helping, oft times hindering the mission, waiting patiently for the line to dance - and when it does, pulling your catch into the boat whether with rod or pen. Let's go fishing soon.

Telephone Transcript In Heaven

2006-03-27T22:58:00.000-05:00

Undated 1999

JD: Hi Johnny

JW: Hello, Jimmy. Thanks for relieving my mind
Waiting for mail can really
Weigh on one’s mind.

JD:No problem. Are you set for
The rest of the week?

JW: Yes. I was just lying down
To take a little nap.

JD:Thanks for the umbrella yesterday

JW: Oh, I’m so sorry it’s such a flimsy affair

JD: Well, it kept me dry
I’ll return it to you when and if
We see each other later in the week.

JW: OK,
When and if.

2006-03-26T14:06:00.000-05:00

Jim,

The mentally retarded folks I work for are like anyone else you know: some are interesting or at least people you can put up with, others real shits. It's like poets at a poetry reading. You like spending some time with them, but you'd never spend all your time with them.

Mentally retarded folks are called "challenged" or "people with disabilities", though before 1980 everyone just said "retarded". In the homes they have been variously referred to as "consumers", "clients", "individuals" and, more recently, "residents". It changes every six months or so, just often enough to keep you guessing or to make you look insensitive at a meeting.

You're not supposed to have favorites but every staff member or manager probably does. I do, but I can't tell you who they are.

Mike

The Burning of Center Bridge, 1928, oil on canvas, James A. Michener Art Museum.

2006-03-25T01:18:00.000-05:00