I don’t have to drive; the rain sloshes as I peck,down the roof of the double wide. Again new play today, not golf...but live performance. The state of the art is strong. 

             The emergency is real, but not at the southern border, or even what’s new. The lack of fear is a little scary, but we are old. 2021 January. What happens today and every day out there in the almost real world until then is what is new. 

              I am glad to be able to do so much less, but some yet. Presence matters. Service is an art form. I remind myself all the reasons for going out into the rain. 



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Comment by J.P. Hart on February 17, 2019 at 1:13pm

Now I hafta review all those post-9/11 films.
You know the smell of gun grease.
Have you toured that French crew firehouse, Mr. James?

Previously today I conjectured with catch22 that Damon Walters has a board chair with Ave Maria Funds; recently I'd antietam-ly 3 minutes for Kris Rock: darkness' slow-moving train windshield rain (meant to type Kid Rock as he sang over the rodeo # radio). &I scrounged that Mobile Alabama matchbook decaled 60 in the same little box as my red velveted harp.
And as I thought but forgot to say to Minnesota's Poet Laureate,
Everything's Coming Our Way!

Comment by Robert B. James on February 17, 2019 at 11:06pm

Dr.Hart, your tone indicates defrosting. In my movie NJ  eco pacifists were getting rubbed out by ILA hitmen hired by the heroin cartel funded Ollie Northrop Grumman MIC murder inc. In my movie the shit flowed half treated from those towers, just as PCBs dripped from GE, and Agent Orange too, all into our food supply down river and into the fishing grounds of my home county. In my movie the heat was on the ILA, as the FBI had no choice but to actually investigate...and in a perfect storm of white privilege, ignorance, fear, and greed,  called on the Saudi to let loose the Kraken...to keep big fish from doing hard time, and to give Bush 45 a bump up in the polls.  In my movie the enemy was upstream, upriver, upwardly nobility, and we were just fodder for health care scams...you know the chemo, the radiation, etc, etc, passively waiting for Wall Street to get off the blow. 

In my movie...well, in my movie 2018 was going to see congress flip, and then, in 2021... perhaps the story of Ma Bell’s Telstar kids gets told, and American Fascism takes a nose dive. Telstar kids...vs American Fascism.  

No we did not get lost in space, we got yellow submarined. Without firing a shot in anger, ever, we saw them come and go, those Tolkien Twin Towers. The archer split the tree...all in a dream, all in a dream, the loading had begun. Service is an art form, coming your way.

Comment by J.P. Hart on February 18, 2019 at 1:34am

Your Illinois Library Association acronym caught my breath.

Curious if Lauren Ambrose (Claire Fisher~ Six Feet (6') Under) is available?

May I please get a working title? Or is there simply too much $ competition for all this 'maybe next year'?

Kinda-sorta-parallels my 1987 'Top of Babel' which in my horrified opinion 'made the rounds'. Great big fun night school, oyeah. Nowadays, bright young fellow (well on his way, trust me) counsels that Juan must involve humor. At least a modicum of humor. Maybe stress works best when there's a full moon.
Frack that would take too long!
Good evening kind sir!

Comment by Robert B. James on February 18, 2019 at 7:53am

Dr. Hart: if it’s not fun, I’m going home.


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