Lovesongs for the Disenchanted

devildog moon...

Bob K — Sat, 26 Apr 2008 03:25:00 +0000

devil dog rides
on all fours tonight
he dreams of the moon,
the delights of the lunarisms.
perhaps tomorrow
he'll finally tell master
that he will no longer
fetch the paper,
roll over,
or beg...

instead,
he'll rip out
the throat of his
tormentor

maybe then the voices will stop
while he howls at the too high too bright
moon.

I love fountain pens....

Bob K — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 01:02:00 +0000

Write

a trail of your life found between
ink stains, hurried, barely legible scratchings, misspellings,
and grammatical butchery.

what?
what's... that...there on that page...?

-here,
your first love leaving,
-there,
a birth of a child,
-somewhere else,
struggle for sanity...
writing for whom?
rereading the past
don't you know how it all
comes out?
hmmph, not until I
write the ending...

I love fountain pens...!

When I'm writing my prose/thoughts/therapeutic rants, I usually do so with a fountain pen- why? Because I love the feel of the nib on paper (usually a Moleskine large sketch pad) I have several favorite pens, but my two most used are a Pilot Vanishing Point and a vintage Keene Pen:

Of course what attracted me to it was the name: Keene as in Bob Keene!

The nib is a moderate flex, gives quite a different appearance depending on the amount of pressure exerted and the angle one holds it in. Holds quite alot of ink, good heft and well balanced. The Keene Pen company was located in NYC and went out of production sometime in the 40's or 50's I believe....

I began a serious relationship with fountain pens when I chose to purchase one for my 50th birthday... a bit of a landmark, and I wanted to write my journals with something special....
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bits...

Bob K — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 02:00:00 +0000

pieces of me

die

daily

trimmed bits

lie on cold

ground

bits...

it's just

bits

tomorrow

maybe they'll

be lunch meat

for other

crows

"Grounded"

Bob K — Fri, 28 Mar 2008 04:02:00 +0000

how can
your mouth
(that soft red lipped mouth)
issue the
razor sharp ego-crushing
weighted bludgeoning
torment
with but a puff of breath?
perhaps it's the added
velocity of hardly
hidden contempt
that makes it so
much more
emasculating.

ruckus!!

Bob K — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 03:42:00 +0000

i heard the noise
next door
an' as it swelled in size
then i knewed for sure

it's gotta be a Ruckus
(i think you knows it too)
it's jes GOTTA be
a RUCKUS
if not, it gonna be one soon

yep!-now see!!
their house is bloating
prolly gonna damn explode
an there ain't no
goddamn way
Search an Rescue gonna can
get on down the road

tellya whut to do buddy
go grab a jug of whiskey
toss it thru their door
an hope they get
SO frisky
that they bash everbody
out
might just calm 'em down
if they too unconciouses
to make a shout

this here ain't
the firstest time
sure won't be their lastest
them ruckus-causing ruckus-ers
know how to start'em fastest
but thas ok
thas ollrite
gonna be the only ruckus o' this night!

rational....

Bob K — Wed, 19 Mar 2008 03:30:00 +0000

I'm very rational

and impartial

except when it comes

to deciding if I should

act in

a rational manner

I get upset

it shouldn't be so

difficult to

get along with me

BUT

I argue and debate

contradict myself

lie to myself

worse

I believe

myself

lose my impartiality

makes me no better

than those folks

who used to burn people

at the stake

for being witches

when all they were

was irrational

wait

hold on

do you smell smoke?

Or maybe it's a better neighboorhood...

Bob K — Tue, 18 Mar 2008 02:51:00 +0000

some fear

falling into

the infinite possibilities

like love

401k plan

children

death

you could be locked in.

trapped in the revolving cycle

where it isn't about you

anymore...

oh, my;

waaaaah.

quit the whining

you make choices

live with it

you could be

dead

i mean,

what if they play

Barry Manilow

in heaven

infinitively?

Hmmmmm.......

Bob K — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 03:06:00 +0000

Ok, so I'm starting to figure this blog thing out...

The trick seems to be.... link to everyone! Link to "funny people".

That link is to a Boston comic named Mike Birbiglia... he just got his life greenlighted into a TV show!

I went to his blog- he writes a daily journal- very funny; but...

HE LINKS TO EVERYTHING!! (that's for behind-the-scenes coffee stories)..

so I guess he gets "trackbacks" or something.... and this becomes important- because the more people you 'know',

the more you show up on the web search....

So, I will give you some entertaining 'vacations'! You know- places to go..... you like Legos??? You ain't seen nothing til you see these Legos!!

Well, I'll keep writing, photographing... and linking.

Stay tuned for tomorrow- never know where we might end up......

....on a stick....

Bob K — Sun, 16 Mar 2008 01:47:00 +0000

walking

early evening

heard your voice in

my memory

"Look, look up!

See all those stars!!!!"

looked up

all I saw

was a stick

to hang my heart on

How old...?

Bob K — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 05:11:00 +0000

(dedicated to my faithful companion, Leica, who turned 9 years old on March 11)

...How old...?

now,

if a year to you

is 7 and-a-half weeks

to me,

then that makes you....?

hmmmmmmm....

(older than me...)

Sixty-three!?!?!

how can that be!?

weren't you just a small ball

of fur and fury?

Happy birthday, Dawg!

If God is good to me

maybe I'll look so good at your age...

ghosts.....

Bob K — Wed, 12 Mar 2008 04:26:00 +0000

ghosts....

thought i saw you the other day
by the side of the road
we used to walk on
the one i was on when i learned
that you weren't coming back

not certain it was you
hard to tell in the fog
that covers my mind
can't be sure of much of anything
except that
i'm no longer
sure of anything

could've been you

perhaps it was just
your ghost
maybe a ghost
who looks like you did
15 years ago

dreamgirl....

Bob K — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 16:02:00 +0000

the girl of my dreams

has no face

she never cries or frowns

she can't smile

i try to wake up

she has nothing

on which

to put her makeup

i hope i wake up

before she asks me

how she looks...

Eat me....

Bob K — Sat, 08 Mar 2008 06:23:00 +0000

Appetite

i hope the reason for my mood

isn't centered in my food

for if indeed i'm what i ate

then i'm bad for me

but i taste great

a piece of pizza

unbuttered bread

if what i eat is

what i said

then all my words

are food for thought...

now

will you eat me?

i thought not

#$@!%$ birds....

Bob K — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 12:29:00 +0000

we went out

a walk

your quiet voice

swung hard and heavy

my back was broken

(the impact of the your words)

the muffled crack

of my spine and confidence

being snapped in half

i lay on the ground

weeping

"...can't move my legs..."

i could hear

your voice saying;

"Oh! Look at all the birds!"

Fun with Google Docs/Link to my Professional site

Bob K — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 16:17:00 +0000

So, I tried playing with the new Google Docs to make a new piece of promotional material for my photography business... not sure how I can use this, but I rather liked it. Interesting that one can 'store' working documents and work on them anytime one is at a computer terminal. I made this collage in Photoshop CS2 (Mac),

and then put it in a Google Docs presentation slide.
I could then download it as a .pdf file: and made a screen shot:

Maybe it's me, but when I tried to download the file from my server, it delivered to me a Quicktime file??

No time to check it out now, but there maybe something there that's useful.

the quiet under the stairs...

Bob K — Mon, 03 Mar 2008 02:53:00 +0000

in the silence

with unuttered words

hanging like cobwebs under stairways

where you find old things

that remind you

of how noisy we

used to be

sitting in the dark

can you hear the silence screaming?

knowing that if you gave voice to

the feelings

you'd most likely scream

your life right out

into the dark

and never

find it again...

Reaching out of the hole....

Bob K — Sun, 02 Mar 2008 04:13:00 +0000

My hand feels the sunlight

before my

eyes can see it...

if you remember my

name

don't step on my fingers as

you say it under your

breath

as if you tasted something

foul...

why did I leave my hole?

at least I knew what was in

there...