Parable of Pork live like orphaned pot-bellied pigs too big for the recliner rather sniff out truffles $800 a pound market price June 1999 bacon sizzling garnished with pineapples biscuits and collards that's me in Hollywood talking too much squealing top down convertible Dear Reader: What am I? Chopped liver? Where do the strangers sit? the waiting room stinks with grunt of cronies, fuck you and your attitude! in difference you make yourself similar, not me. I take my own root insulin, heart valves spare parts when body breaks down knuckles pickled in a jar far from your new age Orientalism a delicacy jiving till the cows come home slopped in smokey sauce inarticulate white boys mocking, cocking around crowing bitter schoolboys want a spanking I know what you'll do when you don't get what you want blame it on the pig! convert to Judaism or Islam to set yourselves apart oink! who are you fooling with your literary policy? editorial criticism? style? feed me you're gonna need me Nature made me fat & beautiful, not art! nurture me scratch my head the best of me follows the rest of me when I'm dead live like orphaned pigs dig in mud be cool big cats can't match a boar (have you ever heard a piglet fart?) it was meant to be pigs rule! (June 7, 1999) Red Light Message From what Julie said, it's true you can do anything including be involved in government & politics in your community It gives you a sense of place & community which can transform the culture as poetry can, but the subject of this panel begs the question. Procrastination is the great curse & pitfall of the writer For years I have heard writers say, "I have no time to write. I'm too busy trying to make a living!" But it's important to get past that because writing is a discipline & practice and you make time to write & you learn to write at that time, and channel your writing to that time, and then you are safe You have to write, anywhere, anytime available. The time exists A line a day can create an incredible life of work (June 26, 1999) |