Category Archives: War

Helping The Old

Some people don’t like Charles Bukowski, I’m not one of them.


Helping The Old

was standing in line at the bank today

when the old fellow in front of me

dropped his glasses (luckily, within the


and as he bent over

I saw how difficult it was for


and I said, “wait, let me get

them. . . “

but as I picked them up

he dropped his cane

a beautiful, black polished


and I got the glasses back to him

then went for the cane

steadying the old boy

as I handed him his cane.

he didn’t speak,

he just smiled at me.

then he turned

I stood behind him waiting

my turn.


Bow Down To Her On Sunday



I went to Winnipeg a couple months ago to help my mother sift through things she wanted to get rid of, accumulated paraphernalia, she wanted to pair down. Among the things she discarded were paintings and sketches. When I realized this I thought about preserving it since I love a lot of her work but when I got to the room I found she already destroyed much of what she wanted removed; ripped in half.

She also made a pile of work she was keeping many of which I never saw before and they were awesome. I realized she has stuff she’s attached to and stuff she isn’t and so do I. I don’t want anyone to hear songs that I haven’t finished or read lyrics I didn’t like that were in notebooks.

Salt’ n Pepa kind of summed up this point better than me 20 years ago

So I took her pile of ripped up paintings to the garbage dump which leads me to Shostakovich.

Can you imagine?! If you go to his wikipedia-

In 2004, the musicologist Olga Digonskaya discovered a trove of Shostakovich manuscripts at the Glinka State Central Museum of Musical Culture, Moscow. In a cardboard file were some “300 pages of musical sketches, pieces and scores” in the hand of Shostakovich. “A composer friend bribed Shostakovich’s housemaid to regularly deliver the contents of Shostakovich’s office waste bin to him, instead of taking it to the garbage. Some of those cast-offs eventually found their way into the Glinka. … The Glinka archive ‘contained a huge number of pieces and compositions which were completely unknown or could be traced quite indirectly,’ Digonskaya said.”


Due to a composer “friend”? What an asshole. Let’s take a moment to listen to one of the kings  of string quartets.

Game Theory

Recently I had a dream where there was a cougar walking around, on some rocks and into a cave. I sorta knew the cougar and felt comfortable around her. Suddenly she looked larger than I previously sensed and soon this was a new cougar really powerful and strong and then there was a third one and then there were a half dozen bunch cubs. Sensed I was in danger, if I slowly walked away I might be seen as a threat to the cougar mother and father who were strangers to me and if I stayed I also might be seen as worth killing.

Earlier in my wakeful state I had to sort legal problems, it was emotional and frustrating. Felt pressure to keep my emotions in check and retain the bigger picture but I sure would enjoy telling assholes they are assholes even if it creates bigger problems. I wonder if my mind was reflecting those same events in a dream – what would Kalinda do?