A Post Up & A Post Down, From Now To Then.
A Culling of a decades old collection of bad balladry and pedestrian poetry. All weeded with anti au courant concerns regarding low rent politics, institutional irreverencies, and the due date death of any and all primate American political and civil pretensions.
Yep, there it be, and accordingly I shall leave all the professional and heavy work to Snz. Lift that barge of blather, tote that token poem…gather, and null, and crisp my works of simple observation and for the crying out loud.
And then proudly and promptly publish via Paper or Parchment.
Don’t let me linger too long in the cloud.
Sell a lot of copies, or but one or two for the few that know no one need die in this bit and byte era without an ISBN.
Thanks. You are forever my alphabet, icon, my syllabary. You are my heart!
Work hard. Work smart. Sum up. Have fun!
Remember…. to engage and persist and do so with purpose.
Dugout.
ABOUT THIS THING
A Mess Of A Mash-Up Of Posey & Personal Obiter Dictum
What with all the it’s only a dream two, to and fro on the every hour of our now damn political fiction faction days, I’ll punch drunk the measure of the moment mostly off Stage….such a rage.
There are reruns and repeats and repartition here. I struggle with the orderly. This post is not a map. But there is, was, will be a method. If you find it let me know.
I ‘ve recently learned I have Stage Four Cancer. Have yet to post ’bout it. Tell ya this, that information does give one reason for pause. But nothing goes on hold. What the hell.