J.P. Hart's Blog (76)

UNLEADED

There would be a rock, a quiet kind, painted with a heart and names enchanted. So where are they? Who said stop the illegal bombing in Cambodia? That mantra over nicotine haze? Thousands of cocktail glasses on round trays, momentarily silent? Half beer barrels carted and pierced, a cacophonous ritual, like limitless buckets of ice, they listened and he did not speak, he flew; his were good business shoes at one time. Open toe hop-along cassidy…

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Added by J.P. Hart on April 21, 2019 at 5:05am — 2 Comments

Mad Dogs of Advertising: Beekeepers

We-d

often play practical jokes on one. Another and this morning a mid-winter tractor-trailer woke me up, or accurately, the sound of air brakes scattered my troubled slumber. I-d disengaged all things electric, struggling for 'good sleep, the real deal, rest', having at least partially laid out a slightly-more-than-adequate 'neatly arranged suit case ready' and duffel bag yawned folded set to go ... there-d be a concert in Central Park for sure in late April. There was an odd sense,…

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Added by J.P. Hart on April 16, 2019 at 7:39am — 5 Comments

OOH OOH OOH OOH



Wet Shoes!

Slush and rain cold sweat, no powder to keep dry, that lower tier, seated and staid, home at last for promenade: sip and taste pulp lemonade, no need for urgency now airwolf sirened lair, naws low slung fruit: slo-mo meteor arcs sparks waylays swirled larks, zip-zoom crash.  

Sure now and again hyperlinked conquistadores-synchronised-saber sleuthing head fake word snake---odds agin it! far-fetched---a bale sacked mainly of dirt grown grain. That bag of…

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Added by J.P. Hart on April 14, 2019 at 7:30pm — 4 Comments

L/0\re That Carnival Of Beats

E

(l)ight lanes and more

hence begins maybe ends

our L/0\re

Of distance dreams of

midnights crossed

I slammed the dice

pitched the shoes

wired high, waxed laces

such as traces, clues hints

blues when I lose

elder thumb no kidding

goodbye right now twix

hand salute, thru both

temples, ageless, timeless those ears were

gunned and nailed. Atrocity.

Ancient philosophy comes the suffragette

surgery…

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Added by J.P. Hart on April 5, 2019 at 10:27am — 4 Comments

LOre a Carnival of Beats

Eight lanes and more

hence begins maybe ends

our LOre

Of distance dreams of

midnights crossed

I slammed the dice

pitched the shoes

wired high, waxed laces

such as traces, clues hints

blues when I lose

elder thumb no kidding

goodbye right now twin

hand salute, through both

temples, Those ears were

gunned and nailed. Atrocity.

Ancient comes the suffragette

surgery preps, gauze, cellophane

eyes rolled back:…

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Added by J.P. Hart on April 4, 2019 at 12:24pm — 3 Comments

June 1957

Into the Mystic

Van Morrison

About 714,000 results (0.98 seconds)

We were born before the wind

Also younger than the sun

Ere the bonnie boat was won

As we sailed into the mystic

Hark, now hear the sailors cry

Smell the sea and feel the sky

Let your soul and spirit fly

Into the mystic

And when that fog horn blows

I will be coming home, mmm mmm

And when the fog horn blows

I…

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Added by J.P. Hart on April 1, 2019 at 7:33am — 3 Comments

JMAC Re:Television Offer

Please allow the contention that people of good will shall prevail.

JMAC, your is advice worthy of bookmark.

One never knows who reads these blogs.

Matt Paust once said that the 'business end of the industry is a whole nother thing.'

At the end of the day, money is essential to the equation, especially if the climate is dangerous, the price of gasoline or other mobilities escalated. Famously, there was wikipedia detail describing the 'too bad too sad'

litigation twix…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 31, 2019 at 1:11am — 1 Comment

Earl Merle the Squirrel, Master Aliterator, Soma Specialist

Reader enjoys Squirreling.

Reader slips and slides over Google Images: Squirrels with Weapons.

There are several Squirrel, er, subcategories, including Squirrels with Lightsabers, Squirrels with Coffee, Squirrels with Bazookas, Squirrels with Nuts, Squirrels with Rabies, Squirrels with all verbs, nouns--all ing words such as Squirrels Waterskiing.

A moment ago reader thought of Squirrels as Fashion (scurrying back over giggling google to gaggle image) hmmm Squirrel…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 30, 2019 at 9:59pm — 2 Comments

Ascension Copied During Downtime OS

A man arrives on time and logically senses he will not double his existence, his time on God's green tundra.

Quiet desperation. A funny thing happened on the road to utopia. He realized that all he could do is make people happy for awhile. Eclectically he opens a book 'Picturing Indians', and on page four there is an 1873 May photograph of Wah-con-ja-zz-gah(Yellow Thunder) Warrior Chief 120 years old comma seated before a thatch dome. Fast forward 140 years, he knows his words will be…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 30, 2019 at 7:00pm — 5 Comments

Praying Mantis/Nineteen Sentences/Motionless

Rhyme he thought reading Mary with a sense of gratitude, trepidation and a rankle of powerlessness.

Terrifically a first-season squirrel boxed its reflection, marching off to dig beneath the pine.

Out of periphery an apparent squirrel feud/flight/faster than grey-line; leapt over chipmunk, that red berry, tearing through dead tiger lilium up another tree with rapid spiral, a faux battle.

Eye scratching, reverse…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 24, 2019 at 1:09am — 3 Comments

Resilient Vietnam Era Hippies

And then back in Eden the whole lot of us went to the matinee. The Eden show house had been out of Ys, and there in the gentle rainbow sun shower the marquee in black letters:

Midnight Cowbo

JohnVoight Dustin Hoffman

Earlier the same…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2019 at 9:16pm — 10 Comments

HART'S WAKE

paragraph one

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YOuve the perseverance and talent of John Gardner; fingers crossed, here, as an unnamed insect flits upon an animated black and white WINDSCREEN (moves toward remote)(otherwise pitch darkness) movie eg:geez it's Donna Reed, returns to find guide---holy siege---it's Green Dolphin Street. Sustained hectic suspense of 1947 swiftly clipped up pAstAmodern + orchestrated sound track…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2019 at 9:08am — 5 Comments

I Just Realized You're Alive

Posted by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2019 at 7:22amView Blog

NOVEMBER 22, 2009 3:21PM

RATE: 3 Flag

He snorted awake. Any day you can wake up without restraints is a good day. Supposing the water an eighth inch over everything, it appeared to be as good a day as any good day, 1/365th, that route South. They say you can go all the way from the Twin Cities (or is it Duluth?) down Highway 61 to Ft.Worth.

I would phone you.

You were happy, you seemed happy to me,…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 23, 2019 at 7:00am — 3 Comments

Train Blue Flash Fiction, Experimental

He wrote a new song, never got the gong, sipping his bong, never gone for long

then carpel tunnel, the sky in a funnel, the PO on four days, his diet, frito lays

he couldn't sell a damn thing, let alone sing, so he took to champagne, hisself to blame,

no goal to strive, no car to drive, no authority to take a dive, if a bear, he'd swat the hive

now but a jester, he fled the sequester, back to the bar, he runs again into Chester

he thought well shucks, why not cut and…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 16, 2019 at 2:43pm — 3 Comments

Parade Rest Poem

Yeomen poets might be intimidated, the editors apparently at rest, but from what I know, none of the above, then a teeter-totter, a twix yet twain, what about the balance, a suspension of motion, a leveling of circumstance wherein Art is not history, Art is the future, a sculpture: two people, neither up nor down, eye to eye --level in suspended animation, a supra-balance this. At the exclusion of the news, better never bitter dreams, possible because you said so, as well as an…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 16, 2019 at 1:37pm — No Comments

Arizona Massacre

Ago from a time

a known feeling

the breath caught

by sweated

evil hand

____________________

A

big screen said she'd gone to

see how democracy worked.

She met the eye of tyranny

and fell there

alone

____________________

That noise

took sacredness

fallen there alone,

the supermarket

glass sways,

by cruel wind,

the carnage

for its asking

its telling:

the child…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 14, 2019 at 2:28pm — 5 Comments

DNC , MKE, 2020 Dress Up July!

'There's a feeling in the air, that I can't get anywhere except Milwaukee~

On the shores of Michigan~

I can watch you grow again

even touch the sky'

O Happy Days!

Buckle the babies and help the old ladies, 'cause every one goes

Milwaukee, WI

ICANN

ECSTATIC!

DNC National Convention well on its way! That'll be me carrying Rachel Maddow's Drift

down the street from The Basilica of St. Josaphat around the corner, Kinnikinnick &…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 11, 2019 at 11:30am — 4 Comments

How And Why I Thrived As THE Lobbyist For Billionaires

remained
one step
ahead
enjoyed that
good
gospel
beat
jumped so high
Cadillac SRX
full glide
drove through the
pouring rain
toward
SXSW
sang every song
that co-pilot knew
saw wrongs
tried to
right them
learned when to
stop typing
told a joke or two
left the world better
than I found it
about a small
oh so human
minority
you don't
know

Added by J.P. Hart on March 9, 2019 at 5:32pm — 3 Comments

When You Realize You've Been Writing ' In The Wind '

sure you sang sad, but I don’t recall hearing it...and what is new under these raindrops anyway?

snow shadowed meadows, spring shall be courageous and bold, never old

and I am used to rain and getting used to getting old, too

1st now I'm rediscovering sight, sound and wine at room though so deeply underground

know that it's been okay,

or how'd we say,

family country God?

no the other way around

I have been good for a gone awhile

forever in my…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 7, 2019 at 7:00pm — 3 Comments

Two Sweethearts

He dreamt one more time of those whoosh rides always west beelined wayward waiting for Wyoming to pass where there ain't no trees scant green teas and Wanda with her sweet petite feet tucked her hair up so waveringly perfect as warm wine. The home rolleds impossible to light what with the dash air conditioned power-drive tidalwave-like aeroplane exhaust as you baby could hear the wind whistle see its dry sand imperative…

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Added by J.P. Hart on March 7, 2019 at 11:55am — 2 Comments

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Earth Day

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The Big One

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Vũng Tàu

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Victim of Memory

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The Sun Rise

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UNLEADED

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Impeachment or Prosecution?

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Divided, We Fell.

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