They went driving in the rain.
They watched it fall down
on jelly-eyed twenty-eight-years-olds in gold paisley coats,
side-burned thirty-seven-year-olds in suspect camping gear,
fit fifty-year-olds wearing thick, graying furs plucked from cardboard boxes.
Early on, almost at the very … Read on Macduff...
GRDM, Week 3 — Book thread
Hi,
Per the previous entry, this is the spot to post re the latest chunk of Gravity’s Rainbow. For chat, please scroll down to the next entry below.
Note: And for completists, don’t forget to take a stroll through the … Read on Macduff...
GRDM, Week 3 — Chat thread
Hi,
Here’s an experiment — I enjoy the banter, but I don’t want it to keep us from actually talking about the book. If we had threaded comments, we could prolly do both together, but in this one-big-stew approach, I’m … Read on Macduff...
Building a flock
They’re building a flock of geese
out by the base.
For six months now
they’ve been working on it,
piece by piece
sun, wind, rain.
First came the bones.
Then the organs, the muscles.
Fat and flesh.
Last week they … Read on Macduff...
The Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch, Week 3
Well, we started this venture with an astounding 35 or so folks out the gate. And inevitably, people are beginning to tumble off the trail. (Well, we wouldn’t call it a deathmarch if it was easy….)
At this rate, by … Read on Macduff...
x-post: and the Ridley Scott and the monkey and the Monday of it all
We’re getting back into the weekly swing of things over on Monkey Vortex Radio Theater. This Monkey Vortex Monday, it’s Letters, an insta-parody produced by our rapid reponse team, and featuring Eileen Dahl, Bleu Smith, K. Smith, and … Read on Macduff...
Frogs
I remember frogs -- feeding them, caring for them pressing that spot on the base of their spines...
Small frogs, caught by the creek cupped for a moment, captive, fluttering released open-hand.
Huge store-bought bullfrogs kept in shaded back-of-garage aquariums.… Read on Macduff...
He was a fine mouse, and other laments
Put it in a box and bury it
by the side of the house
with a few friends, a eulogy.
Soft voices and a
turning embrace.
Gone, like our grandmothers
and grandfathers. And not
coming back.
No matter how young … Read on Macduff...
Mouth-feel
Saying the word “doodle” out loud —
“Doodle.”
“Doodle.” —
makes me feel
three months more young, light, and lean
three months less gassy and gray.
Noodle
Poodle.
Streudel.
“Doodle.”
The Gravity’s Rainbow Deathmarch, Week 2
Welcome to the end of week 2! This is the place to comment on (roughly) pp 50-113 (p/v). That said, as last week rolled on, a lot of people dropped comments past the mark, to keep up with what they … Read on Macduff...