Saturday, December 4, 2010
Jesus, you'll have to wait
Not sure yet if it is a good thing that the wind has scared me inside today on my 47th birthday, but I am panning through odds and ends in the stream that is the internet.
Poem For My 43rd Birthday
by Charles Bukowski
To end up alone
in a tomb of a room
just a lightbulb
and a potbelly,
and glad to have
...in the morning
they're out there
and you turn over
to your left side
to get the sun
on your back
of your eyes.
from "All's Normal Here"
Oh! Ain't it the truth. Bukowski knew the importance of claiming time for yourself.
"I don't have time!" they say. Take it! Make it yours!
I stood behind the bar last night with time to think, but not enough time to do much but serve and maximize the income. Stackin' the cheeze.
"Why is this not pleasurable?" I thought. Around the bar and in the dining room, seemingly EVERYONE else was cussing and discussing something as I stood momentarily idle. Listening in, I again realized that I did not want to be included in any of their "conversations". Soon enough, I would be free to have my own inner conversations in my own time.
You know what though? I never did.
I came home to do some administrative work to try to wrestle the St. Louis public from their couches and barstools; their keypads and screens. I escaped for a bit for a brisk walk around the neighborhood and returned to have some drinks with a friend and later hit South Grand for a pint, a couple jiggers and a crazy-good Cuban at the City Diner. A good night. A very good night, all things considered, but I didn't quite free myself. No epiphanies.
Oh, the poor, fucking prima donna! Ha!
Crashed soon after in the safety of my bed and awoke to send the thickening schedule of the future to various heads. When I finish this bit of jibber-jabber, I will claim my time. A book, a nap, and another walk. If nothing else, the wind today will scare the life back into me.
Enough of this existential pseudo-angst.
Time for some time time time....
But WAIT! DON'T GO YET!!!
Look what's coming up in 2011!
All of this at the Schlafly Tap Room:
Tight Pants Syndrome
Hum Drum http://www.myspace.com/humdrumsound
The Cruel Cuts http://www.myspace.com/cruelcuts
Warm Jets U.S.A.
Paper Dolls http://www.myspace.com/wearethepaperdolls
This City of Takers http://www.thiscityoftakers.com/
The Transatlantic http://www.myspace.com/thetransatlanticmusic
The Otto Modest http://www.facebook.com/theottomodest
The Smiling Thief http://www.myspace.com/duladsduelinginfinity
Beth Bombara http://www.bethbombara.com/
Jes Kramer http://www.myspace.com/listentojeskramer
Black James http://www.myspace.com/littlejenniandthewaterhead
Pelvic Girdles http://www.myspace.com/pelvicgirdles
Last to Show, First to Go http://www.myspace.com/lasttoshowfirsttogo
The UltraViolents http://www.myspace.com/theultraviolents
Death of Yeti http://www.myspace.com/deathofyeti
Thursday, February 3rd: Pokey LaFarge and the South City Three all night!
Mil Effect http://www.myspace.com/mileffect
Kuan (pay Bret Nagafuchi) http://www.myspace.com/kuankuankuan
R6 Implant (members of Fragile Porcelain Mice, Yowie and Sine Nomine) (pay Shawn O’Connor)
NIGHTY NIGHT (from Carbondale)
This City of Takers
Zevious (from Philadelphia)
http://www.myspace.com/beespellingbee (Joseph Hess and Mabel Suen from KDHX' WRONG DIVISION)
Corey Saathoff and the Trophy Mule
Tory Starbuck Project
Pat Sajak Assassins
THE KYLE SOWASHES (Columbus, Ohio)
As I sit and watch and listen to these acts, I wonder if I am in-FUCKING-sane to expect the public to grasp this array. Maybe I would be more successful if there were more scatter-brained, lazy poets with expendable time and cash to come to these shows.
Please tell me I'm wrong...or don't.
Oh, yeah...other folks born on this date:
Rainier Maria Rilke