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Read More© 1989Got the beat, got the rhythm, got the beat,Got the rhythm to the road, got the beat,Then a tsch, t... t... tschhhhhh --With a pow, k-pow, k-pow!An' a flat tire, an old tire,A bal-d-bal-d-bald, tire with a holeWith a nailWith a tsch, t... t... tschhhhhh,And the air hits the airLike a...
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Thanks. Not many left who appreciate what the greats of that era contributed. There’s a guy named Vince Balestri who starred in a movie about Kerouac, titled “Beat Angel,” which I have not yet seen. I have to order the disk version. It got great reviews, and it should. Before that,,Vince did a one man show, “Kerouac, The Essence of Jack,” for very many years, touring the US. I was lucky to do the PR for the show here in Austin at Chicago House, now defunct. That show was held over, twice. It was inccredible. We became good friends while he was here. A marvelous talent. I don’t know what happened to him, We just lost touch. I miss him, too.
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If you liked this, try “How to Get Elected” or “I Know Why I’m Here, How ’bout You?”
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I wanted to say something before I end the read. My initial take on the story is that it is sweet. I appreciate the two colors to keep people engaged with who is speaking. I will finish it and write the rest of this comment.
Oh my.. So they knew each other? She wanted him but was scared; he wanted her but was scared. Seems to go well with what is happening with young people who only talk online. Now, creeping into her place is taking it to another level.
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No, they did not know each other. And what happens next is … well, what? That’s up to the reader to determine.
This was originally written as a short stage play, and a friend and I performed it at Chicago House in Austin, Texas, my home. We sat on stools in the dark, dressed in black, and each stood and played our parts directly to the audience in a tight spotlight that came down as we rose, in turn, from our stools, then returned to them, again in blackness, at the end of each speech. At the end, when we “turned the knob” of her door, we faced each other for a moment, then BLACKOUT. Each time we performed this, the audience was struck dumb, but eventually broke out in applause, seeming to get permission to applaud from the first few brave souls who started it. It was sweet.
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Aww
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Read More© 1990Personal PollBy FlatDaddyThere are opinion polls for this and that;There's the Harris Poll and the Gallup Poll, the Neilson Ratings (which is a poll in drag),There are supermarket polls where they wanna know which container of syrup and...
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Great write….hope you get what you want.
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Thank you so much; and yes, I’ve received much more than I deserve — we’ve been married for more than 33 years now!
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Hey, Peter, I added a picture to this. Take a look!
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Read More© 1990Ode to Blue-Haired LadiesBy FlatDaddy They drive battleships down Mopacat eighty miles per hour,Peeping through the window of the wheel,Hands at ten and two above their heads. Next to them,I see blue birds' nests and noses,spectacles perched atop their beatific...
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I saw two Blue haired ladies today. There is something about them that exudes strength…
I like your stanza about the cars they drive. “The first church of Buick”—
this is innovative in its metaphor and analogies.
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Thank you so much, Jacob. I truly do appreciate your opinions.
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hello dearest Daddy I’ve known these ladies they say is Jesus is their copilot and I believe them they somehow always get home safe great write ❤️
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Thank you so much, Crimsin. Yes, they always manage, don’t they? One day, they might all meet on the same road and we’ll have a pileup of angelic proportions, hubcaps and plastic virgins flying everywhere!
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I had one job for which I had to wear a suit. I had that job for five days and got fired.
Now, I wear t=shirts and shorts and teach English in comfortable garb. The students are comfortable with me and the President of the college is just fine with it.
It is how we do our job that counts…appearances are just surface perceptions.
I like green too, but will take less of it to be comfortable.
I just got a fortune two days ago in my fortune cookie. It said “you will soon get a promotion at your job”—
pretty funny since I am still teaching but am retired.
I guess the promotion might be to my next life?
sorry…this poem got me going.
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Well, don’t believe that cookie; it’s just a crumby memory now, some half-baked idea that couldn’t take the heat.
Okay, I’ll stop now; besides, I haven’t been awake long enough to think of more witticisms. That’s just how it crumbles. Ooo, ouch. okay, bye.
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I really like this beat-nik vibe. Thank you for sharing. I had a friend
who wrote beat style- from San Francisco. Miss that guy.
I like those avant garde stylings. Keep that up