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The Christmas Spinster movies are back!

The Christmas Spinster movies are back on the Hallmark Channel this week. This genre of movie is a cross between a matchmaker movie and a Srooge movie. And in the end of it the troublesome rougishly handsome and rugid heart-throbe guy (with the most amazing look of pure loving manliness and chaste except for the right one, but committed to not being married) finally meets the career woman who falsely thinks that career and love can not coincide. Well they can. And these kinds of movies prove it. lol.

I like this genre, as hoaky as it is. It's is almost the same genre as Fantasy Island, but more like a Twilight Zone genre, not tht the stories are far fetched. lol. when I say lol I mean 'humourous beat'. Obviously there are some weird twilight zone things going on. But it's Santa zone. No, Santa does not work for the NSA (actually in one of the more recent films, which I have not seen, Santa is blackmailed by . . . I don't rememvber the name of that movie. I can look in my notes.).

And so we have this new cute genre that gets played in a loop through the holidays. And the stories always try and combine a multi-racial multi-ethnic Christian view of the world where everyone clebrates the diversity of each other but the unity of The One. Christmas is when He first arrived. So, that's cool for a Christian and some of these movies take it there. But if it comes from the heart of course it has to include all the non-Christians too. So the genre also has that, and it gets treated respectfully.

I am not sure if anyone has done any kind of a story from a stoners spinster Christsmas? Kind of a Seth Rogan thing but don't have it promoting creepy free-sex rave culture that exists in expectations made from movies like that.

What kind of Christmas Spinster story would I write? The roughishly handsome man is really a . . . But we can't disappoint the future wife. He has to have a friend who is equally suited but the story has to be that they have known each other long enough for being in love to make sense.

I guess one form of parody would be if the same woman had such a Christmas every Christmas. You could cast Elizabeth Taylor (of course you can't really) as the lead in that one. It would be a like Groundhogs day for Spinster Christmas, it would star E. Taylor as a CG thing. It would be like zelig with Seth as the woodie. And he would be a set crew guy in Jewish LA during the 1960s. It would be the comedy movie that would spoof all the of the bad television from the 1960s and possibly edning with the destruction of sixties television at the point of the Rob Riener friends making all of that activast television. Her is a questin of Mr. Big producer: why couldn't we have had both? Maybe we can have an alternative world where The Beverly Hillbillies was never cancelled. Who knows, it might have run for ever? How long would Petticoat Junction have stayed on the air? Why couldn't ARcie Bunkier have gone there too? Why did it have to be one or the other?

Will the hollywoosies craft an honest story about that period? Will they discuss openly the constant and overwhelming agenda mongering that still shows up in a lot of their productions? Any regrets from these people? Well, I don't want to be insulting, and I did like a lot of it when it was fresh, and I don't know what kind of restraints they were under, or the pressures from funders. But as radical as they pretended to be they sure fit right into their kiss the butt of the establishment. They became the new establishment. And we were supposed to always think of them as the radicals that they pretended to be as actors back in the golden age of TV. There are good causes. Most of what was on agenda-monger normal leer type television wsa ostensively good: racial and religious equality, rights of man, caring for the poor, not being self-entitled, loving eeryone, being charitible. Somewhere those things got replaced with support for agendas that clearly come from some high-alpine here is what we want people to believe kind of place. Like the lie of Global alarmism. Are we to believe that the furvent causes that were previously promoted are not a lot more important that some of the ones that get promoted now? Social justice! That was a good cause! Equal rights! a great cause. Anti gun? Well, anti nut having a gun, yes. But not anti all guns because if you start there there is no end to it. Just about anythign can be weaponized. So if someone decided to do that (a creep who needs to be arrested) it is a lot easier to ahve a hibridized object that effects the use of force in a way to inflict least harm to non-creeps and most non-deadly harm (let us hope) for the mentally ill person with the weapoinized whatever it is. Gun control means not taking away all guns but the safe and moral use of guns. We control guns by not being outragious and inciteful. We control gun by not letting constant aggitation towards targetted groups by agitators go one unceasingly like some people do against legal gun owning moral citizens.

Of course there has to be a limit. The total confiscation of guns is rediculous. Also the total and complete unregulated purchase and ownership of anvanced armaments. But I say if some excentric wants to provide some new and legal to use weapon for his local police or malitia, like say he wants to sponser a tank for the national guard of his district, why would we prevent him from buying it for the service of everyone? For private use: of course not!

And so the arguements go on. We have the Spinster Christmas movies. I'd like to write a stoners version of it. I went off on various Hollywood sterotype people who live in my head, people, who honestly, I don't really know and have not interviewed so don't take my opinion on them but form your own. I am just envious about how much bad television got made and I would have liked to have been involved in making good television. I still would be.

and then I went on about how even the agenda mongering stuff from the Norman leer genre was mostly to promote racial and ethnic and relgious eccumenicalism and a nonbigoted age. But that the genre of it morphed into being alos have very many causes from agenda factories. Then I said that Global Alarmism is a troubling trend (I paraphrase). Then I tried to disallow my criticism (I whim out) concerning certain hollywoozzies who I don't even know. I can't really put my head in their world and ascertain why so many of them seem to be complete and total . . . well, not I am asking that now.

When it gets to the point that the activasm of agreesive aggitation creates an untenible social situation, the reaction is often anger, which the agitators are looking for. They want the aggitated to act out. So if you approach the aggitator with love then they probably don't know how to react to that.

The "I don't know what you are talking about, it is all in their head." defense falls apart. Then it is the "They don't like me because I am a [some category]." I used to use that one a lot for excuses for my failures in life. Then I finally realized: it isn't because I am gay that people don't want me for these projects. It is because of other reasons. My own failures. It was liberating to realize that my rejection was not because of my closeted nature. Insteda it was more my iconoclasm and my "don't just think outside the box, but don't even admit tht the box is ever necessary"

In the end we are all very much the same about most things. Of course we are different in many other ways. If the self-entitled sees everyone like that then is that really self-entitled? If the rich fat movie mogul is a generous and benficient dude, then so what he does product placement as a main source of revenue and basically going against the tenets of philosophies that you know that he supports. And if the mayor is a theif? What kind of a theif? A Robin Hood?

We may be entering difficult times. It seems to many that our ship of state is being intentionally sailed into these rough shole-laden waters. So, let us trust in God and believe. That really solves it all. And as far as delusions about the powerful: it is best to keep your accusations in check.

    he said:
"To be able to say something                            "To be able to say something  "To be able to say something
so mean to someone that you love so much                 so mean to someone that you love so much so mean to someone that you love so much
shows that you are obcessed with this woman              shows that you are obcessed with this woman shows that you are obcessed with this woman
and means that you probably ought to get over yourself   and means that you probably ought to get over yourself and means that you probably ought to get over yourself
and realize how much you love her and just accept it     and realize how much you love her and just accept it  and realize how much you love her and just accept it
and be that guy                                          and be that guy  and be that guy
who is the one woman guy."                              who is the one woman guy."  who is the one woman guy."

Institutional dementia
  in the Silver Cloud.
 Careful what you say
   out loud.

 They stand their breathless
   but do the same
 dreaming of you.
They try and look expert 
 knowing that they are not.
   they want to have it all
 but report that they don't have a lot.

It's the Silver Cloud
the tainted sage.

From outside
the cloud
it's not raining here
but that cloud
way off there
the observer
tries to use the third person
singular
to hide and mask his/her presence
but the scientific
observation
is always implied 
when we claim to notice
Institutional
Dementia.
Don't diss those plants
and call them weeds
when you don't know.

over here
the weed gardan grows
and merry bugs jump
from greenleaf to greenleaf
all the way to the stone wall
and beyound.

Their total surity shows their scientific delusion.

what is littl' baby gonna do ?

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You'd think I'd have morpyhing pages by now? But to read it is hard when the words are all spinning.

Once                                    Once
when the lonliness stood before him     when the lonliness stood before him
 like a wall                             like a wall
 straight up                             straight up
to infinity                             to infinity
 he thought                              he thought
if I climb it                           if I climb it
I'll get there                          I'll get there
some how                                some how
down will be sideways,                  down will be sideways,
up will be across                       up will be across
through will be a given                 through will be a given
and a million save levels and           and a million save levels and
infinite time.                          infinite time.
When I was lost                         When I was lost
spending his day trying to              spending his day trying to
beat the game.                          beat the game.

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How can it be Saturday again
    after working so hard all week long
 and thinking of you and you are gone,
 what can I say that I gained?

Without you telling me anything
     you got up before the wind
 I realize I was crazy to miss you so much.
    Groggy, it felt the shame
 and worried about how I sinned.

 Everyone who I knew
    had flown away.
 Now that it is over
     I am speachless.

poet note: if he is 'speachless' or 'has nothing to say'
  then why does this poem go on? A paradox? or a reason 
for editing? Probably a reason for editing.
end of poet note.

 If Winter
      came with less sudden unexpected force
 The fear of the big freeze
  wouldn't scare us so much.
 Pipes burst, a 1000 dollar bill from
 a plumber
if you don't hurry up hurry up drive there
before the blizzard
 and everything all drenched and frozen.
 
 As fridgid blizzard deep chilled the world
the rivers, the streams, the ponds, the lakes
 all had that first freeze pudding look,
 the snow not really melting as it hit the surface.
    The world be became as glacier.
         "It kind of looks pretty now
  way off in the distance."
  
  People know where to not build a camp:
          way out on a ledge of the frozen damp.


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July 2, 2014

8:08 A.M.


At the bottom of the trail
there were unexpected roses
unexpected thorns
blood on his arm
and a view
of distant mountains
far below
like looking out
the window of a jet-liner


Out in the backyard
there were unexpected petunias
unexpected fushia and purple bud heads
tiny bug on a leaf
with a view
of a giant camera lens
looking over at him
like looking into the eye of the Internet
And tiny exotic backyard insect
joyously hums from bud to bud.







Robert's Painting
Every so often the guy in the golf clothes whacks one of the balls       Every so duckular often the guy in the golf clothes whacks one of the balls
  in the painting and it goes flying off into the exhibition area          in the painting donkulous and it goes flying off into the exhibition area
    maybe colliding with one of the other artworks, a statue of              maybe colliding with one of the other diddle-de-doos, a statue of
                         a godess by Dali with drawers,                                           the Virgin Madonna by Anonymous,
            knocking some of it off                                                  knocking sinners into a stance of mornful repose
   or hitting museum goers on the head.                                     or hitting the mark as far as the truth ban the hatred of the game. 

  And down there, added in, in miniature                                   Add this down there, in that hell, added in, in miniature
     is the painting itself                                                   Even this view is tainted and can be burned within
         being ferried into the very hell of the painting itself                  it's own hell, created by the artist and
          added in by Bill                                                     it made him so afraid how dark he'd been back then and
      and only right here, in the poem readers' minds                        had to paint over the ceiling in his bedroom
            as they read this.                                                   because the patterns that he done before
   The painting, itself, is secreted within the roof of a . . .             gave him feelings that he felt better without (in a severe way) 

     [here the poem is frayed in half
          the secret place? another staff?
             another song
                 having been ripped away
                    poet has 
                      nothing left of that today]                             duckulous
                                                                                                                                    retackduckular
            . . . an antique outbuilding.                                     redandicktacktative
                                                                                                                                    orangelemontictacularge
  Somewhere outside of time, beside                                           promblemdockulatory
       the poem quote commentaries                                            antidedescrimination
     in the 'click-here' sections of people's minds
  lies the concept of the thought of the hope                                 subduckulatorialflipout
       that there might be adventure                                          fregretaboutdictorious
    buried down in the poem                                                   refringetative
         so someone could find it and actually                                fringification
     go outside and do something                                              duckulfringible
 like reading some weird-head poem                                            payouowenopligninidictioinarilypronounced
      on a sad-soap wash day                                                  how does meaning get drapped into mind?
   near the city-bridge
         in the rain
     walking around on the ledges
           down below
       talking about Kerouac

The golfer
    in the painting
         whacks another ball
            and it smacks
                the poem-reader
                  upside the head.
             it's just a thought-ball
                                           is all.

Robert painted this painting
while he was . . . in high school back
in Mashpee. I had it for years, even
brought it to college which made Robert 
very angry.
It was in my house for years.
the actual painting was burned
in my fireplace at Robert's request and with Robert present.


  Who 
  is 
Robert
??????
?Quien es Roberto?

All Year

and till the end of time

Celebrate Christ!

Celebrate 
Christ!


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In the light of the moon
within the scent of the sea
on a night when it's full
she is talking to me
and the wind has the scent of the ocean
and the scent of the petal fall
petals flutter in the moonlight
through the slight wisps of misty fog
draped around the farway shores
across the buzzards and bay
all the way to good Providence
and the river fire up there tonight
hoping no one who fight
doesn't realize it means concern






To be able to say something
so mean to someone that you love so much
shows that you are obcessed with this woman
and means that you probably ought to get over yourself
and realize how much you love her and just accept it
and be that guy
who is the one woman guy.

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    Praise the Lord!

Praise the Lord!

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This pretty tree
grows far off on
a silver hill at dusk
in the light of the rising Moon
the flock of geese flying towards the faraway mountains
out beyond things we had considered real before
without a necessary eternity
like fading mist on the inside of a windshield 
blasted by the warm air from the blower.

The pretty tree
drawn by a tiny finger
in the glass
is still faintly there
and toddler is snug and snapped in safe
in the back seat
pointing through the glass
and discussing The Moon

                
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