HST Digest: 11/20/17
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“I hate and I love
Why do I, you ask ?
I don't know, but it's happening
and it hurts”
― Catullus AKA Arthur Graham ----
Why do I, you ask ?
I don't know, but it's happening
and it hurts”
― Catullus AKA Arthur Graham ----
And if that didn't wake you up, make it magnificent.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_WLw...
If that didn't do it, now you be dead.
Resurrections promised at HST.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O_WLw...
If that didn't do it, now you be dead.
Resurrections promised at HST.
CagedB wrote: "GR tolerates little commentary other than "Thank you for another great review" and displays the need for a nap if questioned about something."GR would be nothing but anodyne pabulum and advertisements were it not for the honest efforts of its reviewers, trolls, and bon vivants like myself to make it a place worth actually visiting online.
Yes, just noting observed characteristics.
"I work for the union cause she's so good to me.
And I'm bound to come out on top."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxzQC...
And I'm bound to come out on top."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lxzQC...
BTW, my wife and I are going to see a major Pollock exhibit later; so any detracting remarks will get their usual degree of attention, this time with a geographical excuse.
Fell for the hype again. They had one Pollock and that a small one and one other by his wife. At least they only charged two bucks.
Had a good Rothko though.
Got used to the armed guards circling after a while.
Had a good Rothko though.
Got used to the armed guards circling after a while.
The modern artist is working with space and time, and expressing his feelings rather than illustrating. ”
-Jackson Pollock
Bum ripped Arthur Graham on that one.
-Jackson Pollock
Bum ripped Arthur Graham on that one.
This is the opening of "Burst." I expect you to hate it as it's about Millennials. I felt obliged if not inspired at the time.
Chapter 1
“She’s a sweetheart. But, cross her and she’ll kill ya.” That was my introduction to Rikki. At the time I thought it a joking comment from her boyfriend, Mal; the couple just having come in through my back, mainly glass, dining room door.
It was a logical reaction, as I had already known Mal for a month and I found that it was hard to get him to take anything seriously; especially the handyman work I was trying to get him to do around my house. If you’ve had the pleasure, you probably know that artists can be difficult at times.
And Mal was an artist all right. He wrote crappy poetry and played the guitar like Allen Collins of Lynyrd Skynrd. Not counting the juvie hand-slaps and the required, attendance at Friday morning counseling, done by some psychology major who wanted to appear “down,” he now had a bigger problem. He also had two adult felony convictions and couldn’t afford another one.
The first thing I noticed when I gently shook Rikki’s hand was that her perfectly chiseled face had averting eyes. I guess that’s not all that unusual, but at the time I found it strange for one so pretty to possibly be shy. The second thing I noticed was that her lower arms had deep scars; the vertical kind designed to maximize blood loss. I then considered the much more likely possibility that she just found me repulsive.
Beside other obvious infirmities of the face and legs, I was 65 at the time and had been feeling that way for three years. The second thing I noticed as she walked out of the open dining room into the adjoining kitchen was a body with plentiful curves in all the right places.
The thirty year old former model held up a tanned, plastic, grocery store bag, opened it and said; “Is it okay if I use the oven here?” The question struck me as either unnecessary or posed by one who had learned to proceed with caution. Nervously not waiting for a reply she added; “You like veal cutlets?” I would come to know that this lady liked to cook. In the moment I thought I had detected a veiled sadness, but knew I could be wrong; and hoped so.
I said; “Yes and yes,” offering one, and quickly seeing my first hint of a reciprocal Rikki smile. Since my wife Diane and I had never gotten into “cuisine” of any sort, the counter held one fork, one spoon, one knife, and a long term unemployed can opener. They huddled together on a paper towel which
Chapter 1
“She’s a sweetheart. But, cross her and she’ll kill ya.” That was my introduction to Rikki. At the time I thought it a joking comment from her boyfriend, Mal; the couple just having come in through my back, mainly glass, dining room door.
It was a logical reaction, as I had already known Mal for a month and I found that it was hard to get him to take anything seriously; especially the handyman work I was trying to get him to do around my house. If you’ve had the pleasure, you probably know that artists can be difficult at times.
And Mal was an artist all right. He wrote crappy poetry and played the guitar like Allen Collins of Lynyrd Skynrd. Not counting the juvie hand-slaps and the required, attendance at Friday morning counseling, done by some psychology major who wanted to appear “down,” he now had a bigger problem. He also had two adult felony convictions and couldn’t afford another one.
The first thing I noticed when I gently shook Rikki’s hand was that her perfectly chiseled face had averting eyes. I guess that’s not all that unusual, but at the time I found it strange for one so pretty to possibly be shy. The second thing I noticed was that her lower arms had deep scars; the vertical kind designed to maximize blood loss. I then considered the much more likely possibility that she just found me repulsive.
Beside other obvious infirmities of the face and legs, I was 65 at the time and had been feeling that way for three years. The second thing I noticed as she walked out of the open dining room into the adjoining kitchen was a body with plentiful curves in all the right places.
The thirty year old former model held up a tanned, plastic, grocery store bag, opened it and said; “Is it okay if I use the oven here?” The question struck me as either unnecessary or posed by one who had learned to proceed with caution. Nervously not waiting for a reply she added; “You like veal cutlets?” I would come to know that this lady liked to cook. In the moment I thought I had detected a veiled sadness, but knew I could be wrong; and hoped so.
I said; “Yes and yes,” offering one, and quickly seeing my first hint of a reciprocal Rikki smile. Since my wife Diane and I had never gotten into “cuisine” of any sort, the counter held one fork, one spoon, one knife, and a long term unemployed can opener. They huddled together on a paper towel which
I wish my goddam computer would stop thinking that the pictures I make are invisible. This is not a first offense.
This may be viewed as being even more grandiose than usual, but this week I realized that my GR existence is a metaphorical parallel to that of Zawahiri's relationship with the west, and we both find ISIS useful.
Back to Genevieve4. Lately there's been too much going on to concentrate, so Gen has been neglected, and I have to figure out where I left off without having the aid of pictures.
For any possible newcomers, Genevieve is a talking, and aging Maltese, patterned after Agatha Christie's Miss Marple. The stories go MG and up, but require one who got or will get more than 1,000 on their SAT's.
Otherwise take an Emily May recommendation; no sarcasm and with full respect to Emily May.
For any possible newcomers, Genevieve is a talking, and aging Maltese, patterned after Agatha Christie's Miss Marple. The stories go MG and up, but require one who got or will get more than 1,000 on their SAT's.
Otherwise take an Emily May recommendation; no sarcasm and with full respect to Emily May.
This is an old forgotten until now story. About four years ago when I first got on GR I was following a conversation between two entities with female names. I don't recall why or what it was about, but it got to this:
"I've been thinking about writing a book."
"Good."
"My problem is that I don't know how real people speak."
"Neither do I. Maybe you can take a bus ride and eavesdrop."
If I had been more secure in my GR lack of place at the time, I might have been sufficiently bold to say; "That's okay. Just do a po-mo book."
"I've been thinking about writing a book."
"Good."
"My problem is that I don't know how real people speak."
"Neither do I. Maybe you can take a bus ride and eavesdrop."
If I had been more secure in my GR lack of place at the time, I might have been sufficiently bold to say; "That's okay. Just do a po-mo book."
I previously mentioned "Evil Editor." My favorite editor is our pal Arthur Graham, but he won't work on my books. We can all see the level of eclectic competence, and the guy has integrity too. I know because I offered him $5-6,000 and a percentage and he declined.
That was the only time I ever felt truly bad about someone's opinion of my writing for more than 10 seconds. Fucker was saying; "This shit is beyond help."
Evil is good and use of the site is free. Evil takes his-her share by turning parts of the thread into funny writing books.
Graham's the best I know of, but he doesn't know quite everything.
That was the only time I ever felt truly bad about someone's opinion of my writing for more than 10 seconds. Fucker was saying; "This shit is beyond help."
Evil is good and use of the site is free. Evil takes his-her share by turning parts of the thread into funny writing books.
Graham's the best I know of, but he doesn't know quite everything.
"Just remember this my girl.
When you look up to the sky.
You can see the stars and still not see the light.
That's right."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoGwe...
When you look up to the sky.
You can see the stars and still not see the light.
That's right."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JoGwe...
"Illustrated Desert Under the Elms" is free on Amazon until Tuesday. It's actually "Blase Eight" cut down from 260,000 words to 150,000.
StanK wrote: "My favorite editor is our pal Arthur Graham, but he won't work on my books."Perhaps I simply value our friendship too much?
Arthur wrote; "Perhaps I simply value our friendship too much?"
That is so nice and surprising to hear. There is no doubt that the feeling is mutual. ................. That damn intimacy always presents risks. .................... So far.
That is so nice and surprising to hear. There is no doubt that the feeling is mutual. ................. That damn intimacy always presents risks. .................... So far.
Mr. Graham; please recall that this is your blogspot. In order to re-introduce yourself to the many followers, I think it appropriate to answer one simple question. What is your artistic vision; what produced it; and what are your feelings about the results to date?
If answered reasonably well, further questions will likely follow;but don't count on it.
If answered reasonably well, further questions will likely follow;but don't count on it.
StanK wrote: "What is your artistic vision; what produced it; and what are your feelings about the results to date?"My artistic vision: Staying out of prison.
What produced it: Wanting to murder everyone around me.
Feelings on results: Results are for authors who compulsively check/brag about their sales rankings and blog stats.
The previous was done before I ever heard of GR. That being the case I was not yet contaminated by the acceptable discourse propogated by writers and reviewers, of possible and slight interest to only other writers and reviewers.
Arthur wrote; "My artistic vision: Staying out of prison.
What produced it: Wanting to murder everyone around me.
Feelings on results: Results are for authors who compulsively check/brag about their sales rankings and blog stats. "
Congratulations. One seldom meets an accomplished, happy man.
Hey, dick. It'll be our secret how you fucked up on #1.
What produced it: Wanting to murder everyone around me.
Feelings on results: Results are for authors who compulsively check/brag about their sales rankings and blog stats. "
Congratulations. One seldom meets an accomplished, happy man.
Hey, dick. It'll be our secret how you fucked up on #1.
This was as close to commercial as she was gonna get, even stuck with "The Boss" up her ass.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2AK5...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2AK5...
Damn. That new picture is going to turn more straight men gay than Brexit and tater tots, immigrants; or whatever shit Hackle was writing about. It's sometimes impossible to tell.
Getting back to the main thing if I might just look at that young surly handsome guy with that prematurely knowing look.
Is that sufficient to get a free copy of the fucking book?
Getting back to the main thing if I might just look at that young surly handsome guy with that prematurely knowing look.
Is that sufficient to get a free copy of the fucking book?
StanK wrote: "Damn. That new picture is going to turn more straight men gay than Brexit and tater tots, immigrants; or whatever shit Hackle was writing about."*high-five*
This is a thirty year later return to a youthful song. There are small differences, but they're of little consequence, and the subject for "expert" study. Seems to fit here.
"I guess I'm just pissin' in a river."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kE2qT...
"I guess I'm just pissin' in a river."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kE2qT...
I'm really getting into that picture, but am not a pedophile.
Get any strange PM's?
Get any strange PM's?
Classic from the man whose name prompted you to tell me the worst joke I ever heard in my life.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fAXl...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fAXl...
“If you can't annoy somebody, there is little point in writing.”
Kingsley Amis
Kingsley Amis
Something readers might consider.
Whenever the phrases "theory of the novel" or "identity issues" are seen it seems to be a coded signal to the learned that at least a page of utter bullshit is on the way.
Whenever the phrases "theory of the novel" or "identity issues" are seen it seems to be a coded signal to the learned that at least a page of utter bullshit is on the way.
StanK wrote: "theory of the novel"Here's a theory for you to consider:
FUUUCK YOOOOOOOO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!
Oh shit. When I saw the message I first ssumed that Hackle returned. ............................................................ That's not to say that I wasn't thrilled to see you. I actually like you about ten times better than I like Hackle. ............................................ This is not coming out well. Good night.
Never know what I'm going to run into on GR; today a personally induced discussion of anasthesia. What can one say but; "Get the fuck off me. Get the fuck off me."
Later in life I discovered through a possibly incompetent anesthesiologist that I had an extremely high metabolism. Because of that he had given me 50% more than is average for someone my weight, and was afraid to go any further, conveniently neglectful of adding his aversion to possible malpractice suits based on norms.
Unfortunately for me, fully mindful of the apologetic doctor's considerations, I was having a colonoscopy at the time, and was very rudely vocal about my particular POV.
Later in life I discovered through a possibly incompetent anesthesiologist that I had an extremely high metabolism. Because of that he had given me 50% more than is average for someone my weight, and was afraid to go any further, conveniently neglectful of adding his aversion to possible malpractice suits based on norms.
Unfortunately for me, fully mindful of the apologetic doctor's considerations, I was having a colonoscopy at the time, and was very rudely vocal about my particular POV.
I think everybody knows this one, but am not sure of what they will choose to lie about this time. So, if you truly know ignore this and the status quo will be maintained.
"Or you could have a change of heart."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zv-tj...
"Or you could have a change of heart."
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zv-tj...
Well, here it is people. WTF you waitin' for?