The Dream of Baseball

“And the phantom crowd’s horrific boo dispersed the gargoyles from Notre Dame.” “Dream of a Baseball Star,” Gregory Corso, from The Happy Birthday of Death, 1960 Yesterday, July 23, was opening day of the pandemic delayed Major League Baseball season. That’s about four months later than normal. The abnormal, short 60 game season is underway.Continue reading “The Dream of Baseball”

What Shall We Do With a Drunken Surfer

She bops down to the beach to dance in the sand by the water the seaweed brittle and he trips aback and nearly falls like the drunken sailor in the shanty “Ho! No! Thar she blows!” She desires to dance politely he wants to throw the bottle into the waves they bouncing round two junksContinue reading “What Shall We Do With a Drunken Surfer”

Pretty, vacant, and we don’t care

Watch the stars as they collide Erase the dots in your eyes What do the lyrics say we can’t hear The singer and the song disappear Pretty vacant and we don’t care Pretty vacant and we don’t care What’s your name the color of your hair Saw you down at the LA fair Have soContinue reading “Pretty, vacant, and we don’t care”

Birdbrain, Bird-witted, and more on Thought

Reflecting yesterday afternoon on my morning post, “On the Coast Starlight,” in which I suggested thought, if we are to try to compare it to anything, seems more bird-like than the train of thought first found in Thomas Hobbes’s 1651 “Leviathan,” I thought, to force thought onto a track where ideas are coupled one afterContinue reading “Birdbrain, Bird-witted, and more on Thought”