2 March 2009

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0230 by Jeff Hess

Found in my electronic chapbook.

From Talking Dirty To the Gods by Yusef Komunyakaa.

Joy, use me like a whore
Turn me inside out like Donne
Desired God to do with him.
Show me some muscle,

Sunlight on black stone.
Coldcock me about the head
Till I moan like a bell, low
As the one Goya could hear

Through the walls of
Quinta del Sordo
Tie me up to the stocks those Puritans
Handled so well in Boston streets.

Don’t let me down. I bet
You use all your know-how
In one throttle. Please, good God,
Put everything into your swing.

Ecstatic, p. 88

1 March 2009

THE TERESA CARREÑO YOUTH ORCHESTRA…

1430 by Jeff Hess

1 March 2009

IT WOULD ME TOO…

0618 by Jeff Hess

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1 March 2009

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0230 by Jeff Hess

Found in my electronic chapbook.

From Talking Dirty To the Gods by Yusef Komunyakaa.

Father would cut off his hands
For a voice out of the clouds,
The devil in his hall
Of trick mirrors where

Echo lives with the master
Ventriloquist. I bear a knife scar,
But still love him as a son
Should. I am his terror.

Sometimes I sleep with one eye
Open. He made promises
Anyone with good sense knows
He can’t keep. I’ve heard him

Slap himself across the face
Nightlong. There’s an old word
For his sickness, but I can’t lift
A myth off the page with my tongue.

Isaac, p. 75

28 February 2009

THE REAL CRISIS? WE STOPPED BEING WISE…

1430 by Jeff Hess

28 February 2009

CLASS DISMISSED IN SWAT VALLEY…

1108 by Jeff Hess

Remind me again why Pakistan is our ally?

28 February 2009

MY COMMENTS…

1048 by Jeff Hess

1045: Rocky Mountain News live-blogs its death

28 February 2009

THERE’S NO ONE AS IRISH AS BARACK OBAMA…

0942 by Jeff Hess

28 February 2009

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0230 by Jeff Hess

Found in my electronic chapbook.

From Talking Dirty To the Gods by Yusef Komunyakaa.

Andrei, language can work a Judas
Kiss, can leach like the czar’s bloody

Seed. Sometimes it’s pea gravel
In a chicken’s gizzard, & work days
Down to excrement, a dark luminosity
That betrays the devil in us.

From Semantics, p. 68

27 February 2009

MY COMMENTS…

1921 by Jeff Hess

1921: Stopping & Paying Attention Is What Finally Awakens Us

1843: U.S. to boycott Durban II due to anti-Semitic, anti-Western attitudes

1245: Rocky Mountain News live-blogs its death

27 February 2009

WHERE’RE THE FEATHERS AND WAR PAINT…?

1830 by Jeff Hess

My favorite moment is near the end when the Ohio Networks News camerawoman puts a mitten over Tim’s lens. Now that’s professionalism.

27 February 2009

HOW DO YOU SAY FOIA IN HEBREW…?

1224 by Jeff Hess

In a disturbing story about plans to greatly expand Israeli settlements on the West Bank, Haaretz tosses in a statement of fact that reminds me of why for all the political and philosophical wrestling I do with the governments of Israel, the country is not like its neighbors:

Details of the plans appear in the minutes of the agency’s environmental subcommittee, which were obtained by the B’Tselem organization under the Freedom of Information Act. [Emhasis mine, JH]

Can you imagine for a heartbeat that a journalist in any of Israel’s neighbors could obtain any information in this manner?

27 February 2009

WHAT THEY SAY…

1137 by Jeff Hess

Andrew Sullivan writes:

[President Barack Obama] won the stimulus debate long before the Republicans realized it (they were busy doing tap-dances of victory on talk radio, while he was building a new coalition without them). And now, after presenting such a centrist, bi-partisan, moderate and personally trustworthy front, he gets to unveil a radical long-term agenda that really will soak the very rich and invest in the poor. Given the crisis, he has seized this moment for more radicalism than might have seemed possible only a couple of months ago.

The risk is, at least, a transparent risk. If none of this works, he will have taken a massive gamble and failed. The country will be bankrupt and he will have one term. His gamble with the economy may come to seem like Bush’s gamble in Iraq. But if any of it works, if the economy recovers, and if the GOP continues to be utterly deaf and blind to the new landscape we live in, then we’re talking less Reagan than FDR in long-term impact.

It’s going to be a riveting first year, isn’t it?

Yep.

27 February 2009

15 GOOD REASONS TO DROP OUT…

0800 by Jeff Hess

Jimi Izrael writes:

1) You don’t like shrimp that much anyways.
2) Finishing what you started = overrated.
3) Your parent never thought you’d amount to anything, and it would be disrespectful to prove them wrong.
4) Eating everyday is luxurious and wasteful — WTF?
5) Who needs an apartment with a bedroom? Get a matress and WetNap — now THAT’s gangster!
6) Ambition is for white people. Errbody knows that.
7) Anybody that wants you to do better just won’t love you for being YOU.
8) If you aim low, how can you miss? C’mon.
9) Street cred > Good Credit.
10) Outsmart EVERYBODY and sell plasma. ‘Cause you a HUSTLA, homie.
11) Panhandling may be America’s last growth industry.
12) If you just HAVE to eat, most fast food jobs come with a free meal. Free catfish nuggets?! I know, right!?
13) Everyone lies at high school reunions anyways. So just say you went to Harvard.
14) Marshall’s is always hiring, and they never check your application.
15) You’re gonna be the first President to never graduate from high school. Then, you’ll show ’em.

27 February 2009

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0230 by Jeff Hess

Found in my electronic chapbook.

From Talking Dirty To the Gods by Yusef Komunyakaa.

If only he could touch her,
Her name like an old wish
In the stopped weather of salt
On a snail. He longs to be

Words, juicy as passion fruit
On her tongue. He do anything.
Dance three days & nights
To make the most terrible gods

Rise out of ashes of the yew,
To step from the naked
Fray, to be as tender
As meat imagined off

The bluegill’s pearlish
Bones. He longs to be
An orange, to feel fingernails
Rum a seam through him.

Lust, p. 63

26 February 2009

AH… SMELLS LIKE… CLEAN COAL…

1451 by Jeff Hess

26 February 2009

DO YOU LOVE PET ANIMALS…?

0918 by Jeff Hess

[Update — 0928:

Friends
Good news! Cleveland Hts City Council is open to changing the animal ordinance. It”s been a 2 animal limit.
No need to attend the next city hall meeting!

I recommend that you contact the council members. (Emails are below.)
I’ve written a template, but you’re welcome to write your own!

thanks again,

laurel hopwood

To Cleveland Hts City Council,

Thank you for moving towards changing the allowable level of dogs and cats in Cleveland Heights. I understand the numbers are in the process of being decided. Continue Reading »

26 February 2009

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0230 by Jeff Hess

Found in my electronic chapbook.

From Talking Dirty To the Gods by Yusef Komunyakaa.

… Sweetheart,
Can I, may I? Should I stop
Undoing those seven bone-colored
Buttons too pretty to look at?

From May, p. 62

25 February 2009

MY DAD… THE DRUMMER…

0957 by Jeff Hess

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Bob Reynolds and The Country Bobcats
From left: Charlie Hess, Delmer Thomas, Bob Reynolds, Barney Poole and Ray Farley.

Photo: Raymond Farley.

Also, Don’t Hide The Bottle

[Update on 1 October @ 0246: following up on a search that brought a reader to HCWW, I discovered this clip from 9 August 1970, a time when I was about to begin my sophomore year at Warren High School. Both bands—The Country Bobcats and The Cobras IV—were managed by Nina (pronounced with a long “i”) Miller who was also the mother of Steve (bass) and Dave (lead) Miller]
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25 February 2009

FROM MY CHAPBOOK…

0230 by Jeff Hess

Found in my electronic chapbook.

From Talking Dirty To the Gods by Yusef Komunyakaa.

He’s on a hammock in Bangkok,
Easting succulent prawns and squid
Spiced with red peppers & lemongrass.
Hesiod’s “Fairest of the deathless

Gods” can feel the fatigue syndrome
Loosen its grip in this archipelago
of pleasure. He reads a pirated
Edition of The Plague. At twilight,

He’ll go to the corner shop
& buy a jade brooch for Muriel
Back in Boise. He’ll return
To Club Limbo. A new counterfeit

Gift dripped in fire. Eros throws
a kiss to the teenage prostitute,
& touches the wad of greenbacks
Nestled against his groin.

Eros, p. 60

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