Listnousness 2.b ver c3

Podcasts I subscribe to:

• APM:Prairie Home Companion
• New Yorker:Fiction
• PRI:E-town
• This American Life
• The Moth
• Wiretap from CBC Radio

Phlogging 1.a ver X

Viral Curmudgeousness

Servers buckle as Curmudgeousness hits all time high hit rate

Po_etc Ver 6c rev 119s

A November Sunrise

by Anne Porter

Wild geese are flocking and calling in pure golden air,
Glory like that which painters long ago
Spread as a background for some little hermit
Beside his cave, giving his cloak away,
Or for some martyr stretching out
On her expected rack.
A few black cedars grow nearby
And there’s a donkey grazing.

Small craftsmen, steeped in anonymity like bees,
Gilded their wooden panels, leaving fame to chance,
Like the maker of this wing-flooded golden sky,
Who forgives all our ignorance
Both of his nature and of his very name,
Freely accepting our one heedless glance.

** I like her idea of God as an anonymous worker bee forgiving all our ignorance and “freely accepting our one heedless glance” ** [curmudgeous].

Looking forward to seeing you

I too am really looking forward to our visit.  Thanks for the update on the address.  That explains why the envelopes stuffed with cash I sent you were all returned.  Unfortunately I was so hurt by your rejection I spent it all on booze .  I am having my nutritionist send you our dietary requirements.  Its not that complicated.  We just cannot have any gluten, bleached flour, sugar, sugar substitutes, salt, salt substitutes, meat, or meat substitutes.  Our fruits and vegetables must be harvested within 24 hours of consumption and must be hand-washed by virgins.   My wine must be strictly Italian or French and preferably bottled before 1990.  I don’t always drink beer, but when I do, I drink Dos Equis.  Preferably with a lime (see harvesting and washing instructions above) and served in the bottle or a sippy-cup.  We must eat from the floor or ceiling for our food to be properly blessed by mother earth or father sky.  Tables are strictly for cards, sex, or card games involving sex.  Which reminds me.  We’ll need two decks of cards, and Milton Bradley’s Twister.  Be sure to clean the tables after we leave.  Eeeuuuwwwww.  I apologize for that.

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The Hero’s Luck

by Lawrence Raab

When something bad happens
we play it back in our minds,
looking for a place to step in
and change things. We should go outside
right now, you might have said. Or:
Let’s not drive anywhere today.

The sea rises, the mountain collapses.
A car swerves toward the crowd
you’ve just led your family into.
We all look for reasons. Luck
isn’t the word you want to hear.
What happened had to,

or it didn’t. Maybe
the exceptional man can change direction
in midair, thread the needle’s eye,
and come out whole. But even the hero
who stands up to chance has to feel
how far the world will bend

until it breaks him. He can see
that day: the unappeasable ocean,
the cascades of stone. A crowd
gathers around his body. He sees that too.
someone is saying: His luck just ran out.
It happens to us all.