J.P. Hart's Blog (22)

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(please standby IT difficulties. IT difficulties. Prosy was relevant and rosy; perhaps I'll catch up 'round midnight}

Added by J.P. Hart on December 13, 2017 at 12:43pm — 1 Comment

Tick Tock, Good Day for a Wind Sock

Added by J.P. Hart on December 5, 2017 at 5:42am — 1 Comment

My Aren't We Cute, Sweet Nipple Suck (POEM)

Quantification of darkness, PTSD with a word processor wonderin' Y Gogol would redline (7 Sq'd?) (should read GOOGLE) as though a thick battle (two sentences south) prattle: all hat, no chattering cattle, smattering, tattering.  As though we're after the 'stolden Swissfish' meant to type stolen.  Litigiousness impossibly 'lost and found' naming rights for Exxon. The ol' boy would change symbols, much to do with puss and boots, balance beams, such as that romantic rush, deeply exhaled…


Added by J.P. Hart on November 30, 2017 at 12:30pm — 4 Comments

Wars are economic. Mars uninhabitable.

. . . we can concur that sound bites are highly malleable wedge issues. . . 

Wasting assets and false needs are clear and prescient dangers --- expedients of greed and fear, dare I say, detractors from social welfare, which is goal orientated toward good, self-actualized - sane - healthy human beings.

And our better angels.

Hence, the contra to social welfare is social warfare.  The circumstance a…


Added by J.P. Hart on October 15, 2017 at 11:20am — 15 Comments

Hello Old Friend!

Yours is the first face I saw after a pivotal, brutal day. Handful of senators my white ass I’ve always said.  I appreciate all your glorious words since, well, down through the ages.You should know if I still have your Flannery Conner’s book (the story where she rambled down highway 41 selling shower rings with the fat uncle?) well slap me left and right!

 Not  much, anda some…


Added by J.P. Hart on October 4, 2017 at 11:04am — 1 Comment

Today's Non Sequitur: Rethinking the Second Amendment

Hey ol' boy where you going with those ten assault rifles? 

Added by J.P. Hart on October 2, 2017 at 8:22am — 3 Comments


"Burt's chili, ana BLT--mayo ona side, you know, please---Coca-cola."


"Hash browns, hon?"


"No--no thanks—are we about twenty-four hours from Tulsa...."




"Oklahoma...how far?"


"Do I look like wayfarer's aide, hon?"




Added by J.P. Hart on September 24, 2017 at 4:45am — 6 Comments

Champagne, Stadium Mustard and Milwaukee

On National Ave. the Clement Zablocki Veteran's Memorial Hospital overlooks the autumn woods and steel girders of Miller Park; silver-golden fireworks as loud as a drop forge echo on through the timelessness and style and swagger of sweet victory.



Again, the sweat of passion, reserved for October, when it was 1957.  The hickory sea of painted chairs in the Milwaukee County…


Added by J.P. Hart on September 2, 2017 at 7:30am — 5 Comments

Post Eclipse Blues

We'd  bee lined from Wildcat State Park cozy yet wind-blown in our let HRC Nissan SE on past Lodi-Arlington, road signs, through MKE via old Route 18, threading Bluemound boulevard toward midday already, beneath pewter cloud cover, Guido (Coltrane like-lungs) doing the soprano sax repeatedly of Leon Russell's Bluebird.  Student hands on the wheel alert, diaphragm breathing. Clean, sober as any DA!  Eastward with me going on & on glimpsing Storybook unique homes to the N…

Added by J.P. Hart on August 22, 2017 at 11:34am — 4 Comments

'. . .and a Happy New Year . . .'

.   Please add some text to the body of the post

What? That I should take and type through Carl Sandburg's letter To Mrs. Jacob Buchbinder---

Elmhurst [Illinois]

Aug. 23 [1926]

Added by J.P. Hart on June 21, 2017 at 9:44am — 7 Comments

Charity, Hope, Faith

O that the three best words had been learned as such!

Ya think John Lennon, JFK MLK RFK and countless millions would still be with us ?

Added by J.P. Hart on May 28, 2017 at 8:36pm — 7 Comments

Single Yesterday

Bobby Kennedy's Speech for Humanity

Added by J.P. Hart on May 21, 2017 at 10:30am — 7 Comments

Come Along With Me

Amber May sun rose from my jacketed vantage an arms' disc just about an hour ago through the 100' and more Civil War aged sycamores, ash, basswoods as a loud geese flock winged incredibly fast through those largely deadwood tree tops, just above elicit spring green leaves while SUVs twice as expensive as my parent's 1957 three bedroom brick ranch, that squared sturdy new construction not far, one, two zip codes NW, those trucks and an old Caddy with loose pipes, over yesterdays fresh…


Added by J.P. Hart on May 12, 2017 at 7:25am — 3 Comments

Found Her

and was her major Love a minor in Free Speech her book Freedom of Assembly her young thoughts yet free that reckless chance of carnage stop and tranquil change and her thoughts of nesting birds, old books to buy, Europe the next Bastille a turn a step a sun warm trigger, those fateful exams an eagle screams winged above our Magna Carta on the ground our boots of protection of lock and load hidden within rail side thistle, those hallways of glinted chrome toward five light years, oh dark…


Added by J.P. Hart on May 7, 2017 at 7:30am — 5 Comments


I dreamed I saw a child of God

walkin along the road

Added by J.P. Hart on April 19, 2017 at 9:30pm — 7 Comments

Khrushchev's Heel

Hart is back in retox-detox and asts that I do some of his typing.
He gave me his buckskin shoulder-tour bag with a crumpled dog-eared almost 'shop-worn-already' 9 NOV 2016 Milwaukee Journal Sentinel---all kinda moist streaked smudgy haiku-like ramblings, barely…

Added by J.P. Hart on April 5, 2017 at 12:30pm — 8 Comments

Countless Thousands ( Sea Lions & Salmon)

A student of mine (I'm a SAT Prep Tutor (semantics) professional aphorist) the 17 yo, upon reading your Pinnipeds, BIH (she's perhaps 'brighter' than any three of me 'spooky clairvoyance', Native American, Siamese kitty eyes - - -from her Siberian GGDaddy she once confided --- yesterday and then some facetime this am (woke me up way too early, disrupted vivid REM, something about student and whisky barrels, so I'd barely time to chug my tepid pomegranate, and she starts going fast…

Added by J.P. Hart on March 28, 2017 at 11:00am — 4 Comments

Summertime Sundays

'"Let me give you an example.  Let us say you want to be a great musician, and you want your music to create wealth for you.  But you are frustrated in making it work.  So you get drunk from time to time.  You cannot communicate with an inner energy if you do not maintain balance, if you get drunk all of the time. Drinking becomes an irrelevant side path, so dump it. '"*




Added by J.P. Hart on March 26, 2017 at 11:05am — 9 Comments

Two Word Thursday

Stay Hydrated!

Added by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2017 at 8:51am — 7 Comments


No ridin ridin

feather tickin puckin

tuckin luckin tween

blue velvet

I know

only dead cat stench

O bled! O poppy red!

calendar placard

tri-folded flag

Captain down

truncated return

from the nights'


all eyes and years

hands on


a shoulder roll

yon reverse boot

no-rider horse

that green-tinged corn beef



Added by J.P. Hart on March 18, 2017 at 11:00am — 6 Comments

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