Finally, John McCain is dead and buried, may he RIP. Rumors about Sarah Palin continue to fly about, but the attitude now that Obama is Prez, who cares about Sarah Palin anymore! She's calcified now!
Jots
--How sickening are the thousands, it seems like, of "American Idol" stars being continuously promotionally fire-hosed on us by the media? Carrie Underwood, for instance, a mediocre talent at its best (a la Celine Dion from the Old Limelight World), is now the voice of Country-Western music--a phenomenal rise for such a Jack's 99-cent Store talent. And forget wimpy Country-Western male singers! What a bunch of drugstore cowboy wimps!
--And how sick of race-car drivers are you? And NASCAR racetrack operators just got millions upon millions of bucks from We the People of the US. For what, I ask, and you, too, should be asking? How can NASCAR racetrack operators be in financial trouble enough that they need national socialistic aid?
--John Leonard--does anyone remember him? He died this past week in case anybody cares.
John Leonard's Last Stand
--The poet Horace used to jokingly tell people he became a poet in order to get rich.
--In the new pro-sportswear women's wear commercials on teevee, it is proudly announced that these effeminate sports dress items are designed by...Alyssa Milano! Yeah, the titty-showing at any given direction slutty little movie star--"OK, Alyssa, off with your top...that's it, sweetheart, stick 'em out proud at me, baby--ooooh, nice...except, maybe, Alyssa, darling, just maybe, some implants, sweetheart, maybe some added beauty to...I mean, Alyssa, sweetheart, your titties are so damn perky, they're wonderful, but, honey, you ain't in high school any more...you need some volume, sweet thing. Cut!" She's also a fashion designer. It's as inane to me as Cindy Crawford, the ex-Sports-Illustrated Swimsuit/Jacking Off Aid model--whatever else she's famous for I can't think of it--being a furniture designer! Yes, you believe that? However, check it out, K Mart, or one of those cheap ass/Chinese goods stores, carries furniture designed by Cindy Crawford. And along these lines, we're happy to report that Martha Stewart, the ex-felon, is still cranking out her fabulous Chinese-made (made by 6 year olds making .50 a week) home designs. I bought a Martha Stewart feather pillow about two years ago--I had to get rid of it--it was stuffed with chicken feathers, which easily somehow wormed their way through the pillow's ticking to be loosed into the atmosphere--and since the cheap-ass pillow (I paid $11 for it a K-Mart) was made in China, I got to thinking that maybe those feathers were off bird-flu-corrupted chickens--so I threw the damn thing out.
Alyssa's New Clothes
--Catullus, it was said by Simon Loehkle, was the first "modernist" poet. What the hell's a modernist poet, you may be asking? "I want my writing to be in my words." That's how a modernist thinks. The best Catullus translations, and they're damn good fun, too, are by Louis Zukovsky, the New York City poet whose first language was Yiddish not English.
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A Poem by Catullus
| FLAVI, delicias tuas Catullo, | 1 | Flavius, if it were not that your mistress |
| ni sint illepidae atque inelegantes, | 2 | is rustic and unrefined, |
| uelles dicere nec tacere posses. | 3 | you would want to speak of her to your Catullus; you would not be able to help it. |
| uerum nescio quid febriculosi | 4 | But (I am sure) you are in love with some |
| scorti diligis: hoc pudet fateri. | 5 | unhealthy-looking wench; and you are ashamed to it. |
| nam te non uiduas iacere noctes | 6 | But though you are silent, the bed itself |
| nequiquam tacitum cubile clamat | 7 | with its garlands and Syrian perfume, |
| sertis ac Syrio fragrans oliuo, | 8 | proclaim that you do not sleep alone, |
| puluinusque peraeque et hic et ille | 9 | as does the pillow, used equally on this side and that, |
| attritus, tremulique quassa lecti | 10 | on both sides equally, and the shaking of the bed |
| argutatio inambulatioque. | 11 | as it squeaks and moves about. |
| nam non stupra ualet nihil tacere. | 12 | But it's no good keeping quiet about your sexual exploits. |
| cur? non tam latera ecfututa pandas, | 13 | Why? You wouldn't show such sexually exhausted thighs |
| ni tu quid facias ineptiarum. | 14 | if you weren't doing something inelegant. |
| quare, quidquid habes boni malique, | 15 | Well then, whatever you have to tell, good or bad, |
| dic nobis. uolo te ac tuos amores | 16 | let me know. I have to call you and your love |
| ad caelum lepido uocare uersu. | 17 | to the skies by the power of my merry verse. |
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Tittles
--Ez Pound said, "Don't translate the word, translate the meaning."
--We are constantly redefining things.
--In the mid-1940s, tenor saxman Paul Gonsalves joined the Count Basie Band. His most famous recording with Basie was "Mutton Leg."
--The average Navajo family income in the US of A is $12,000-a-year. That's obscene--Native Americans should all be living well on reparations!
--Albert Murray on writing: Raw and actual experience processed and stylized into an aesthetic statement then made into an elegant statement, what all works of art are intended to be. "Art appreciation is a matter of decoding the stylized statement" [from Murray's From the Briarpatch series of lectures].
--Mother Jones said abuse always follows power--let's hope it doesn't in the case of Barack Obama--what an opportunity this dude has--but then we all know power goes to the head, the source of abuse.
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barabasmunndayne
for The Daily Growler (OUR FIRST BARACK OBAMA SUNDAY!)
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