Finally, So-Callled Bill has posted his Annual Report — an excellent summary of the first year of his work over at The Philter. The market’s are responding favorably. And I think you will too.
-Cecil
Because You Demanded It: My real-life encounter with Nipsey Russell
I saw Nipsey on the streets of NY once, sometime in the mid-80s.
I shouted, “Hey — it’s Nipsey Russell!”
And he looked over at me,
and for the first time I think in his whole life, Nipsey stopped smiling.… Read on Macduff...
Robin Williams: What can’t you play?
Can you play a nun?
Can you play a nun’s hand?
Can you play
a quirky nun’s hand
so filled with life and laughter and the real stuff,
it can’t help but make us smile?
“Say — who was that?… Read on Macduff...
The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 10
Week 10, no less, in which the identities of many marchers and their monkeys may be revealed — and yes, Part II! Congrats to you not-so-few, you justly proud, you still-marching marchers. I’m really delighted with how many people are … Read on Macduff...
The myth of bone
Do you believe you have bone inside you?
Have you bought stock
in the scam that
you’re made of stone?
Why not skin? Solid through?
Why not dense-coiled hair
to prop your fading hips?
As if we have a pelvis … Read on Macduff...
Jeff
Jeff Goldblum
This one, the fourth in a series of desktop-sized painterly images of individuals engaged with a glowing orb, set against a blue/textured frame, goes out to Kim and Zoro, whose comments today made me pause to reconsider the … Read on Macduff...
my son’s asleep right now
in his red and black
“Incredibles” pajamas
with his arms propped
behind his head like
a catapult on safety.
His face is a bass note,
calm and confident
as if to say:
“I’m a super hero. And a bass note. … Read on Macduff...
Danny, Kurt, Al
Remember that scene in Close Encounters where Richard Dreyfus was compelled to make a mountain out of mashed potatoes? Something very similar happened to me not too long ago. Except instead of a potato mountain, I found myself forced to … Read on Macduff...
The Don Quixote Deathmarch, Week 9
Oh my stars and garters — Week 9!, wherein both marchers errant and their faithful squires cavort, with strange and pleasing results. As Mr. Magoo pointed in last week’s comments, we’ve hit a heckuva milestone by flipping past page 400 … Read on Macduff...
Fear My Nostrils
You’re not the only one made uncomfortable
by these lens flares
twin pipes
that threaten, curl,
and shine.
They can wrench the wind out of a room.
Catch 5 quarters in mid-air. Each.
And when they sneeze
you turn away … Read on Macduff...