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Day: May 6, 2019

The song remains the same: It stinks

May 6, 2019May 6, 2019 L.T. HanlonLeave a comment

TImage is of the following typewritten text. Smith-Corona Silent-Super. 65-pound Southworth Linen by Neenah Paper Inc., Neenah, Wisconsin. Nightmare in Music. I had trouble falling asleep last night so I listened to recordings of thunderstorms and then country music — and off I went to Dreamland. The music played on as I slept … and then suddenly I awoke in horror to Mr. Bojangles, my second-least favorite song. My No. 1 least-favorite song is The Little Drummer Boy. I think that what happened is that Spotify played the thunderstorm tracks, then proceded to a playlist of rodeo songs, then began going MOTS. This more of the same plodded through a dozen or more songs and then — BAM! — up popped Mr. Bojangles. Jerry Jeff Walker, who wrote this song, is one of my favorite country artists but this song has never done it for me. I think the problem is that everybody who covers Mr. Bojangles ends up sounding like Bob Dylan. Warning: This typecast has not been edited.

 

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I’m not a poet … and I know it

May 6, 2019May 5, 2019 L.T. Hanlon1 Comment

Monday, May 6, 2019. Chicago, USA. Canon Typestar 5. POETRY! POETRY! POETRY! I just found out there's this cool group of folks here in Chicago who create poetry on demand. They're Poems While You Wait (poemswhileyouwait.tumblr.com) and their stuff is A-OK and absolutely first-class. I’m also very envious of PWYW because I've always wanted to be able to write good poetry. There are two things that are stopping me, however. 1. I have no patience. 2. I have no talent. I do remember poems that impress me. Many decades ago, Mom brought home a book by Mason Williams, the guy who created Classical Gas. The book contained photos, graphics, and poetry. One of Williams' poems has stayed with me all this time. Death. You will know me by my touch. It is the last. Another poem I recall from about that time is far less sophisticated. Roses are red, violets are blue, and you've got a nose like a B-52. Warning: This typecast has not been edited.

 

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