New Jack is Dead

[rowens]

The organized ritualizing of the day works. The sun stations help. And do energize me. Dawn, Noon, Dusk, Midnight. I tie in Body Centres. Crown at Dawn, Heart at Noon, Sexy Sex Centre at Dusk, and Feet/Grounded centre at Midnight. Then dream healing. Then wake up and go go go.
Solitude gave time to perfect the daily structure, now I can fall right into meditations and rituals no matter if I'm in the woods, my room, or walking in the city.

Nothing ever happens anymore where I live. People are all into Security, putting up fences and cameras, cutting down forests for fear of animals, where do they think the animals are going to go?, well, that's what the fences are for. Everybody watches the news, and stares at their phones, and everybody is uptight and anxiety is so thick in the air, it's hard to breathe.

When things do happen, it's like an episode of Aqua Teen Hunger Force.

Most of my writing is prose fiction. I rarely post any of that. My poems I ad lib on the spot. I wouldn't know how to revise them if I wanted to. I have so-called Learning Disabilities. I don't have any technical sense. What comes out is as it good as it's going to get.

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If you break up the flow of experience with meditation, meditation and the broken up flow of experience becomes flow of experience. If you change subjects and tones and states of mind, they are all of one flow.

[TranquillityBase]

Most of my writing is prose fiction. I rarely post any of that. My poems I ad lib on the spot. I wouldn't know how to revise them if I wanted to. I have so-called Learning Disabilities. I don't have any technical sense. What comes out is as it good as it's going to get.

I've grown weary of the revision merry-go-round.  I'm starting to feel like Howard Hughes watching Ice Station Zebra over and over and over.  I just wrote a poem but if I post it anywhere it will be in one of our discussions.  You inspired it in your other post in the other thread.

I know revision is important....well, I don't know it, I don't really even feel it, but it's the law in the main threads and I try to be law abiding out of respect for the glory that Pig Pen can be.  I've learned a lot of humility from the critiques and that was a necessary corrective as I came in back in January thinking I was hot shit when really I'm cold snot (a favorite saying of my father's).  "Slick as greased owl shit" was another.  Now that's poetry.

[Tiger the Lion]

Most of my writing is prose fiction. I rarely post any of that. My poems I ad lib on the spot. I wouldn't know how to revise them if I wanted to. I have so-called Learning Disabilities. I don't have any technical sense. What comes out is as it good as it's going to get.

I've grown weary of the revision merry-go-round.  I'm starting to feel like Howard Hughes watching Ice Station Zebra over and over and over.  I just wrote a poem but if I post it anywhere it will be in one of our discussions.  You inspired it in your other post in the other thread.

I know revision is important....well, I don't know it, I don't really even feel it, but it's the law in the main threads and I try to be law abiding out of respect for the glory that Pig Pen can be.  I've learned a lot of humility from the critiques and that was a necessary corrective as I came in back in January thinking I was hot shit when really I'm cold snot (a favorite saying of my father's).  "Slick as greased owl shit" was another.  Now that's poetry.

If Tom (Tektak) were here, he would emphatically say "good egg." 
The sentiment above sorta defines the PP as I see it. 
The poet is always at the disadvantage that he can never see his own work 100% objectively. Some revise too little and some revise too much, or at least too quickly. I rarely manage a substantial revision without losing the "soul" of the poem. But that is down to my personal process and how I feel about a poem once it's "out there." There are poems from 5 years ago that I only feel qualified to revise now. I much more often take advice and observations and apply them to new work. What I'm saying is that if Bob, Rita and James gave me comments on POEM A, I may not revise POEM A much, but damn sure POEM B is written with consideration from what I learned form POEM A. 
***And this, once again prompts me to thank Duke, Busker, Knot and others who consistently offer advice that often looks unemployed. It all goes in the toolbox, revisions or not. 

P.S. Now that I'm done rambling, I only chirped in because you referred to "the law." There really are no laws. An honest exchange of advice and ideas. It's not complicated.

[rowens]

My mom picked me up from a friends house tonight. Actually, my friend was supposed to pick me up. And he did. But, anyway, my mom had to get up and come get me. And she said, why we are out, if I won't go in Winn-Dixie and pick up a few things she needs for the house. 
So I went in there and did it.
She had to borrow the car from my dad. And I know she hates asking for help.
So when we was parked in the Food Lion parking lot, I sat there listening to the song that was on, and she said: Go on in.
And that was a kind a moment where it was dark and at night with your mom. And,
I said, Did you know Norm MacDonald died the death? And she said, What? And I said, Did you know Norm MacDonald died the death? 
And she said, Yes. And I said, You know he got fired from Saturday Night Live for being too offensive.
She said, Hff That's all they do on there. 
My mom was born in the sixties.
And I did an impression of a joke by him, doing my at that moment most suitable impression. And I asked her if she thought that that was funny. And she said No. And I asked if she got it. And she said Yes. 

And she made the face a woman does when she doesn't smile.

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My mom picked me up from a friends house tonight. Actually, my friend was supposed to pick me up. And he did. But, anyway, my mom had to get up and come get me. And she said, why we are out, if I won't go in Winn-Dixie and pick up a few things she needs for the house. 
So I went in there and did it.
She had to borrow the car from my dad. And I know she hates asking for help.
So when we was parked in the Food Lion parking lot, I sat there listening to the song that was on, and she said: Go on in.
And that was a kind a moment where it was dark and at night with your mom. And,
I said, Did you know Norm MacDonald died the death? And she said, What? And I said, Did you know Norm MacDonald died the death? 
And she said, Yes. And I said, You know he got fired from Saturday Night Live for being too offensive.
She said, Hff That's all they do on there. 
My mom was born in the sixties.
And I did an impression of a joke by him, doing my at that moment most suitable impression. And I asked her if she thought that that was funny. And she said No. And I asked if she got it. And she said Yes. 

And she made the face a woman does when she doesn't smile.

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Now what?

[TranquillityBase]

I've been asking myself that question a lot lately.  After I finished reading Beckett's The Unnamable, all the breeze ceased and I seem becalmed.

I wish I had a comparable story to tell.  I don't go out much.  I considered making a map of my daily wanderings, but it would be a very small map, more like a diagram of an antbed with only one ant in it.

I did watch a good giant spider movie made in the 70s with Tony Franciosa and Vic Morrrow.

My family is all ghosts, I was the youngest, got the best nutrition, outlived 2 parents and 4 siblings.  I'm a lucky guy.

[rowens]

It took me 38 years to learn how to get a long with my parents.
We have nothing to say to each other.

I have nothing to say to anyone.

I get a lot out of horror movies. Science Fiction movies.
I experience those sorts of atmospheres each night.

Every once in a while things get really weird, or something goes wrong, and I get to be a hero in a story.

---

I think along is one word.
Norm MacDonald might would care.

Who next?

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I live on my dead grandma's land.

I have a little room.

And everybody else is gone.

There was a trailer. And now that's gone too.

I'm not supposed to say this.

I'm not supposed to be living in this room.

It's an old barber shop.

I was left the land. But I'm legally, well, . . .

And the trailer was torn down. So I live in this barber shop. And I have a tent. And I set that up. But it's a lot easier to sleep on the ground.

Because nothing really matters. And that's the beauty. Nobody bothers me, because I'm very annoying.

Family has always been frightening for me. They are big booming voices from a far but not so faraway land, with their not yet digested freudian/jungian archetypes getting all up in my grill.


When I heard Norm MacDonald died, I was like, Hey, this guy had a son?

[TranquillityBase]

Did you ever read Peanuts or was that before your time?  Charles Schulz's father was a barber and Schulz worked in the shop growing up.  I would think an abandoned babrber shop would have an interesting aura, all those shaved heads, all that DNA turning to dust.

[rowens]

I have something to say about that.

Right now, I'm going to say: There's a little less than two feet of different kinds of panelling, locks, places where locks were, in the threshold of my room. So many types and shapes of wood, and remnants of metal.

[RiverNotch]

I figured you'd mention Norm's death here. I don't really know New Jack, but I've mentioned before how I've gotten to Norm somewhat recently. While I felt sad, I didn't feel that devastated -- Norm's lived a good life, and (seems to me) died a good death. As one Youtube commenter noted,

He's a living legend! Now he's just a legend.

Also I'm pretty sure he got fired from SNL because the dude who fired him was buddy-buddy with OJ xP

[TranquillityBase]

I was only vaguely aware of Norm Macdonald.  He came along after I'd long since stopped watching much TV.  I have been catching up, reading about him, watching some of his bits (The Moth Story in particular), listened to part of one of his records on Apple music.

It's strange how many comedians die young and he was relatively young, but cancer is no respecter of age.

He somewhat repented his OJ obsession:  "All he’s guilty of to me,” he said on a Comedy Central program in 2019, was of being “the greatest rusher in the history of the N.F.L. Maybe I was the greatest rusher — to judgment.”  and said he was more likely fired for his non-sequitur jokes and not getting enough laughs to make the executives happy.

Reading about him has made me thoughtful about faith, something I lack.  A very unique guy.

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"In a wry online exchange with the biologist and atheist Richard Dawkins, Mr. Macdonald asked why organisms that exist solely to replicate their genetic material would ever commit suicide."

[rowens]

do you think these ladies are genuinely uncomfortable?

[TranquillityBase]

I like that he said "not everything has to have a point"

and yeah, I think they were pretty uncomfortable.

[RiverNotch]

do you think these ladies are genuinely uncomfortable?

I mean, I'm not sure if they're ever *genuine*.

[FrenchToast]

It took me 38 years to learn how to get a long with my parents.
We have nothing to say to each other.

I have nothing to say to anyone.

I get a lot out of horror movies. Science Fiction movies.
I experience those sorts of atmospheres each night.

Every once in a while things get really weird, or something goes wrong, and I get to be a hero in a story.

---

I think along is one word.
Norm MacDonald might would care.

Who next?

---

I live on my dead grandma's land.

I have a little room.

And everybody else is gone.

There was a trailer. And now that's gone too.

I'm not supposed to say this.

I'm not supposed to be living in this room.

It's an old barber shop.

I was left the land. But I'm legally, well, . . .

And the trailer was torn down. So I live in this barber shop. And I have a tent. And I set that up. But it's a lot easier to sleep on the ground.

Because nothing really matters. And that's the beauty. Nobody bothers me, because I'm very annoying.

Family has always been frightening for me. They are big booming voices from a far but not so faraway land, with their not yet digested freudian/jungian archetypes getting all up in my grill.


When I heard Norm MacDonald died, I was like, Hey, this guy had a son?

Most horror movies are rubbish, I daresay. Too many people mucking about in one setting, all chosing to make the dumbest decisions. It's not a wonder why everyone dies. I much prefer a good strong cuppa and a night indoors.

[rowens]

Bob Saget.

The joke is, this isn't a dirty joke. 

THIS IS WHAT MAKES US LAUGH WHEN WE'RE DRUNK AND THINK WE'RE IN THE KNOW

We laugh together when we're drunk at night. And remember Bob Saget. That he was in Full House and his last name rhymes with Gadot. 

If he wasn't wearing glasses, the joke wouldn't work. 

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One funny thing is, in the '80s and early '90s, guys who looked like Bob Saget always were the most fun.

[rowens]

[Mark A Becker]

The blank reply to yerself on 3/19 is like a ghost in a barber shop: no one’s there, although ya know it’s gotta be somewhere.

You could reopen the barber shop and give really bad haircuts for free. At least nobody would scream to get their money back. Most people go to a barber shop to just shoot the shit- and that you could charge em for. I got a lot to talk about, so when can I get a haircut?