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September 24, 2007

Is It Math Or Is It Writing? Or Is It Nuts? Who Knows?

Here I am.
One guarantee.

I'll more than likely fuck it up.

Pity?  No.

Second guarantee.

I'll more than likely try to get back up.

Third guarantee.

Only three people will understand this.

Four.


 

Currently listening :
Daisies of the Galaxy
By Eels
Release date: 14 March, 2000


Posted by sockmonkey on 09/24/2007 9:57 AM Comments (1)

September 23, 2007

Silk lives and hearts made out of dandelion wine

I don't know how to drive this car.
I don't know what this music is.

I don't know why that cop has made a u~turn in the quiet road.
I don't know where I'll get the money.

I don't know where you are, tonight.
Or if you'll ever see me, more.

But, I smile,

Knowing that you are.
Somewhere, in this world, tonight.

~Silk Lives & Hearts Made Out Of Dandelion Wine~

Currently watching :
Travellers & Magicians
Release date: 25 October, 2005


Posted by sockmonkey on 09/23/2007 12:25 AM Comments (3)

August 7, 2007

This made me happy.

I heard about an eight foot lego man,
who washed up on the beach in the Netherlands.
No one seems to know where he came from,
and no one has claimed him.
He was touted as a "mystery" on the local news.

I loove that mysterious lego man!
For now, Cake.

Posted by sockmonkey on 08/07/2007 11:03 PM Comments (5)

June 11, 2007

When Something Falls, by K. Bear Koss

I don't consider myself a particularly messy person compared to the general public-
when you compare my desk to the general condition of the desks in my studio,
objectivity (albeit without subjective informative discourse)
would perhaps hold my hand and slowly try to coax me away from such cognitive dissonance.

But I know where everything is! So although it is a bit…cluttered,
at least there is an organization to the whole, though it may be beyond mere human observation.
This is fine- well, tolerable- for desk- and countertops,
but my floor is covered in sawdust. I'd like to say it's nostalgia for old pubs,
but it's really just because I don't sweep. It works well to absorb pools of liquid from knocked-over containers on the cluttered desk and counter tops,
but it's hell when trying to find a screw, nut or othersuch trifle that has slipped from your gnarled grasp.
Now, it's no easier when this happens out in a field, looking for a contact lense
or a key in the middle of the woods.
And the same maxim applies:

When something falls, don't try and catch it. Watch where it falls so you can pick it up.

The point is not to keep something from falling.
Things will fall. Some things break.
Very few things break irreparably, have you the inclination or the wherewithal to attend to their mending. The more important thing, I would think, is not losing them,
when they could still be so useful. Irreplaceable even.

Your first inclination is to reach out and try to catch it before it completes its natural trajectory. Whenever I try this, I just end up tripping over something,
or am so concentrated on my hand that my ego doesn't allow me to focus on the subject
of my attention- the thing falling.
And so it falls anyway, but without someone watching where it went, to pick it back up again.

So keep yourself out of the picture, and just be there to pick the damned thing back up.

And it wouldn't kill me to sweep up a bit.

Currently listening :
Armchair Apocrypha
By Andrew Bird
Release date: By 20 March, 2007

Posted by sockmonkey on 06/11/2007 11:31 AM Comments (6)

April 22, 2007

my tits are dandy... no need to wear false shoes.

When you're double the age that you are, now,
You will know that there are more people
who will mis~understand you
than will not.

There will be more people who mistake your kindness
and friendship
for something they cannot give back
than not.

There will be more folks who kick you to the curb
when something in your friendship hits a bump,
than not.

And the man who said mine tits are dandy,
I actually especially appreciate, today.

Thank you for lying there with me
and blowing pot smoke
into mine mouth
from yours.

Thank you for laughing
when you knew that the name
I gave you was false.

Thank you for yelling, "You Bastard!"
as I snuck out of the room
closing the door so quietly
and carrying mine shoes.

Perhaps to date,
a most honest friend.
One like I have never let myself
know the likes of before.
We'll never hit a bump.
You'll never mis~understand me,
You will never kick me to the curb,
and I will never ask you for too much.
That's for sure.

I am sick, truly of those who come,
walking in false shoes.

Doctors, architects, teachers, musicians and artists...
So far the most talented I may know...

Is one who just said,
 with truth...

"Your tits are dandy."

Currently listening :
Mermaid Avenue
By Billy Bragg & Wilco


Posted by cakemackinnon on 04/22/2007 8:49 PM Comments (1)

Article from our weekly downtown rag... I lived about a block from here, in that old chinese market...

PUBLISHED ON APRIL 19, 2007:

Your Underground Neighbors

Some Dunbar/Spring residents are discovering they have a grave problem

By ROBERT A. FONOROW email the Weekly

Your Underground Neighbors
Robert A. Fonorow
What's in your backyard?
The old trees that dominate Dunbar/Spring neighborhood once shaded rows of graves. Now, the trees break sidewalks with their sinuous roots and shade the houses of the living--and all too often, when the living residents dig through the roots and hard clay, they see dead people.

Dead bodies keep surfacing in the university-area neighborhood. Since 1949, at least nine graves have been unearthed unadvertently.

A man's skeleton was uncovered in 2005 when Deron Beal was digging a posthole. It all started when Beal found some small bones while repairing a mailbox a dog had knocked over. A few shovelfuls later, bigger bones appeared.

"I fought through the caliche, and about 12 to 18 inches down, a long bone popped up and waved. Of course, the wave was a rather papal gesture lacking any real hand movement, or hand, for that matter," Beal jokes.

He called 911, and was told by the police and a pathologist that the bones were probably just those of a big dog. But Beal had his doubts, so he dug further, following the apparent line of the spine.

"About two feet in, I poked through a cavity at the end of the spine. I felt with my finger since I couldn't see. I felt a row of flat, smooth, human teeth. I had stuck my finger up through the jawbone and was feeling around inside of a moldering skull's mouth cavity. That was a creepy feeling."

Beal called back the embarrassed police officers and pathologist. They roped off the street, and a University of Arizona team began a dig. They collected the remains for reburial by the appropriate cultural society.

Beal found out that the towering Italian cypress tree in his yard marked an entry gate to an old cemetery. The Dunbar/Spring neighborhood sits just southwest of Stone Avenue and Speedway Boulevard--and exactly on top of the Old Court Street Cemetery, which was bordered by Second Street and Main Street to the south and west. The cemetery had thousands of burials from 1875 until it was closed in 1909 and subsequently parceled off to developers, according to Homer Thiel, a project director for Desert Archaeology Inc. Thiel has excavated historic graves for the city, including the one Beal found.

When the cemetery was closed, only a small number of people who saw the notices in the newspapers were also able to afford reinterment for loved ones in new cemeteries. Burials within city limits were outlawed in 1909; Evergreen and Holy Hope cemeteries were then opened on what were the outskirts of Tucson on North Oracle Road. Thiel estimates thousands of occupied graves were left in Dunbar/Spring--and still lie under current homes and businesses.

Beal's story is tame compared to others. His neighbor was under his house fixing some pipes when the wet earth caved in on a rotted casket. As the story goes, the neighbor, flailing in the remains, jerked back in revulsion and knocked himself out on his floorboards. He woke up face to face with, what Beal terms, a "gruesome, not-so-living piece of our shared Tucson history."

No city or cemetery records exist to determine the exact numbers buried in the Old Court Street Cemetery, but Thiel says Catholic burials alone numbered 4,513, according to church records. There were probably twice that number between various fraternal orders, Protestants, Jewish burials and others.

One of the forgotten bodies belongs to "Pie" Allen, a famous Tucson mayor of the 1870s who got his nickname selling pies to the cavalry. While his headstone is at Evergreen Cemetery, his body is still somewhere in Dunbar/Spring, according to Thiel.

"If a former mayor was left behind, it is certainly possible less notable people were forgotten," Thiel says.

Thiel has found fewer than 100 gravestones in Evergreen, Holy Hope and other regional cemeteries that were taken from Old Court Street--and 54 of those are just the stones without the bodies.

"There are more than seven old burial grounds in the Tucson city limits," Thiel says. He estimates 10 to 15 historic graves have been officially discovered citywide each year. "I'm pretty sure people are finding human remains and either not knowing what they are or not bothering to report them, so who knows how many are actually dug up or washed out every year?"

The city doesn't want to repeat past mistakes.

"South from Dunbar/Spring at Stone and Alameda (Street) downtown, there was the old federal, or national, cemetery. For 20 years, it was Tucson's primary burial site for both the military and civilians before Old Court Street Cemetery. The new courthouse is going up right in the middle of it," Thiel says.

The Joint Courts Archaeological Project has put up a fence around the foundation dig, to protect the site from prying eyes for the duration of body retrieval, which is scheduled to last through the year. Archeologists will systematically and carefully excavate the entire site, including more than 1,500 graves, for historical preservation. A clergyman was called in to bless the site at the onset of the dig. Recently, the archeologists uncovered a pre-historic Indian pit house, circa 800 B.C. to 200 A.D.

If you should find remains while digging around in your own yard, call the police--after you catch your breath.



Posted by sockmonkey on 04/18/2007 9:54 PM Comments (1)

Dancing on Graves. article from the Tucson Weekly.

PUBLISHED ON APRIL 19, 2007:

Your Underground Neighbors

Some Dunbar/Spring residents are discovering they have a grave problem

By ROBERT A. FONOROW email the Weekly

Your Underground Neighbors
Robert A. Fonorow
What's in your backyard?
The old trees that dominate Dunbar/Spring neighborhood once shaded rows of graves. Now, the trees break sidewalks with their sinuous roots and shade the houses of the living--and all too often, when the living residents dig through the roots and hard clay, they see dead people.

Dead bodies keep surfacing in the university-area neighborhood. Since 1949, at least nine graves have been unearthed unadvertently.

A man's skeleton was uncovered in 2005 when Deron Beal was digging a posthole. It all started when Beal found some small bones while repairing a mailbox a dog had knocked over. A few shovelfuls later, bigger bones appeared.

"I fought through the caliche, and about 12 to 18 inches down, a long bone popped up and waved. Of course, the wave was a rather papal gesture lacking any real hand movement, or hand, for that matter," Beal jokes.

He called 911, and was told by the police and a pathologist that the bones were probably just those of a big dog. But Beal had his doubts, so he dug further, following the apparent line of the spine.

"About two feet in, I poked through a cavity at the end of the spine. I felt with my finger since I couldn't see. I felt a row of flat, smooth, human teeth. I had stuck my finger up through the jawbone and was feeling around inside of a moldering skull's mouth cavity. That was a creepy feeling."

Beal called back the embarrassed police officers and pathologist. They roped off the street, and a University of Arizona team began a dig. They collected the remains for reburial by the appropriate cultural society.

Beal found out that the towering Italian cypress tree in his yard marked an entry gate to an old cemetery. The Dunbar/Spring neighborhood sits just southwest of Stone Avenue and Speedway Boulevard--and exactly on top of the Old Court Street Cemetery, which was bordered by Second Street and Main Street to the south and west. The cemetery had thousands of burials from 1875 until it was closed in 1909 and subsequently parceled off to developers, according to Homer Thiel, a project director for Desert Archaeology Inc. Thiel has excavated historic graves for the city, including the one Beal found.

When the cemetery was closed, only a small number of people who saw the notices in the newspapers were also able to afford reinterment for loved ones in new cemeteries. Burials within city limits were outlawed in 1909; Evergreen and Holy Hope cemeteries were then opened on what were the outskirts of Tucson on North Oracle Road. Thiel estimates thousands of occupied graves were left in Dunbar/Spring--and still lie under current homes and businesses.

Beal's story is tame compared to others. His neighbor was under his house fixing some pipes when the wet earth caved in on a rotted casket. As the story goes, the neighbor, flailing in the remains, jerked back in revulsion and knocked himself out on his floorboards. He woke up face to face with, what Beal terms, a "gruesome, not-so-living piece of our shared Tucson history."

No city or cemetery records exist to determine the exact numbers buried in the Old Court Street Cemetery, but Thiel says Catholic burials alone numbered 4,513, according to church records. There were probably twice that number between various fraternal orders, Protestants, Jewish burials and others.

One of the forgotten bodies belongs to "Pie" Allen, a famous Tucson mayor of the 1870s who got his nickname selling pies to the cavalry. While his headstone is at Evergreen Cemetery, his body is still somewhere in Dunbar/Spring, according to Thiel.

"If a former mayor was left behind, it is certainly possible less notable people were forgotten," Thiel says.

Thiel has found fewer than 100 gravestones in Evergreen, Holy Hope and other regional cemeteries that were taken from Old Court Street--and 54 of those are just the stones without the bodies.

"There are more than seven old burial grounds in the Tucson city limits," Thiel says. He estimates 10 to 15 historic graves have been officially discovered citywide each year. "I'm pretty sure people are finding human remains and either not knowing what they are or not bothering to report them, so who knows how many are actually dug up or washed out every year?"

The city doesn't want to repeat past mistakes.

"South from Dunbar/Spring at Stone and Alameda (Street) downtown, there was the old federal, or national, cemetery. For 20 years, it was Tucson's primary burial site for both the military and civilians before Old Court Street Cemetery. The new courthouse is going up right in the middle of it," Thiel says.

The Joint Courts Archaeological Project has put up a fence around the foundation dig, to protect the site from prying eyes for the duration of body retrieval, which is scheduled to last through the year. Archeologists will systematically and carefully excavate the entire site, including more than 1,500 graves, for historical preservation. A clergyman was called in to bless the site at the onset of the dig. Recently, the archeologists uncovered a pre-historic Indian pit house, circa 800 B.C. to 200 A.D.

If you should find remains while digging around in your own yard, call the police--after you catch your breath.


Posted by cakemackinnon on 04/18/2007 7:06 PM Comments (0)

March 8, 2007

Strange Attractions

Robots
Old Circus and Carnival Things
And Freaks
Clowns
Old Signs
Roads That Go No~where Forever
Old Glass
Ravens
Little Skeletons of Things
The Smell of Old Books
Carvings
Icons
Tiny Trees
Insane Controlless Vines
Salt
Impossible Love
Hidden things... Secrets
Like maybe Wings
waiting for just the right time,
to be needed and then used...
Perhaps they would take a sacrafice of pain to be found,
and perhaps they would require the trust of a friend,
to cut them out of your back...
surely, you could not do that by yourself.
And the sacrafice of a friend to do the cutting.
That would be difficult.


Posted by sockmonkey on 03/08/2007 6:47 AM Comments (0)

February 27, 2007

sometimes makes me happy sometimes makes me sad

I didn't think I liked blue eyes
But when I looked at yours, I did.

I remember saying
Something about your hair
Being different colours, all about,
And that I loved your scar.

You said that mutts are always best.
And I said, "I agree."
You remind me of the summer...
Tequilla and tortillas.

Sometimes, makes me happy.
Sometimes makes me sad.

~Cake~

 

Currently reading :
Where the Wild Things Are
By Maurice Sendak
Release date: By 09 November, 1988


Posted by sockmonkey on 02/27/2007 8:53 PM Comments (9)
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