Thanks, Mom. With all this narrow mindedness going on lately (like there is something in the water) I am frustrated. It's just so assuming and he alone has been ordained to "change the world" Yet, he is an out and out hypocrite (sp?) in his daily life. I'm sorry for your daughter, even if it is funny in hindsight. I'm embarrassed by this whole thing.

If you don't mind my saying so, your boss is a full fledged idiot!! My husband is in hotel management and when I told him about this he almost had a stroke!! In almost no other job do you need to be more "PC"!! The religious slant to the email is bad enough, but exposing the address list is unexcusable! Does this guy own this hotel, or is he just an employee? He must be stopped! Actually, if he behaves like this regularly, guests will stop coming on their own! I'm sorry you have to deal with him! Do you want to come work for my husband at L'Auberge in Sedona??

I feel your pain, partsgirl. My SO and I work for a communications company that employs a fairly large (but rapidly dwindling due to the economy--we had yet another tier of layoffs yesterday) number of people, and every Christmas and Easter we're bombarded with mass emails that, to be quite frank, aren't our cup of tea. We found out the hard way that replying with a respectful request that we be removed from religion-themed emails only bought us more emails and more attempts to convert us "heathens" by the well-meaning but frighteningly fervent faithful, as well as copies of The Watchtower randomly littered about our cubicles.

These days we just hit the delete key, for lack of a better option. If anyone has any better ideas, I'd love to hear them.

You know you got me with Monty Python, Madonna and, especially, Kevin Smith.

I've been writing to Kevin for years. I wouldn't say we're best buds, but, when I show up at a function he's at, he remembers me. I like that he remembers the folks who have supported him through the years. In fact, when Drew and I first got together I took him to a Smith appearance, and when Kevin remembered me he was floored.

And, yes, I stoop to conquer. It's an appalling habit.

This is very interesting. Forty-some years ago, my dad was working for the NSA—don't ask me what he did; he couldn't tell us—and one of his coworkers started distributing Hebrew/English New Testaments to all the Jewish employees. The man was reported and discharged, but I still have my dad's copy and have read it cover to cover, so I'm prepared to deal with anyone who tries to evangelize me. The man didn't realize he'd put a weapon in our hands!

Packing my bags as I write! Thank you for that. He owns this motel. He is a neanderthal. His methods are completely archaic and it hurts my mind. I've been in customer service for about 20 years and this is by far the worst job I have ever had. Ever. I am so disgusted. It isn't business related! I have a feeling that this, and a couple other disastrous maneuvers, have sunk him. I can honestly say that I have learned how to NOT run a business by working for him. I need to go take a shower to scrub off the yuck. Thanks for you and your husband's understanding... After my cleansing shower I'll hop the next plane to Sedona

No, I think that's about all you can do. I know that growing up as a self identified Catholic it was never all that hard. I believed in something other than just the almighty.

But, since I converted to the faith of my father, people feel free to ask me how I can't believe in the big J. And the antisemitic remarks are something that shouldn't surprise me but still do.

It's not enough to have a belief in something to these folks. You have to believe what they do, so I feel the pain of anyone who is nonplussed at this time of year.

The only thing I can say is listen to Lewis Black. Listen to lots of Lewis Black. It's good for the Jews among us, and the others who don't really fit in, as well.

We'll be here!

Thanks, IC.
Boss is now in the process of sending e-mails to the "heathenistic masses" that told him off. I'm going to go live under a rock. The phone is like a crisis hotline and my ears are singed off completely. Since he e-mailed them on personal accounts I have half a mind to give out his number in TX. grrrrrrr

You've got to be kidding??!! Now he's sending emails to the obviously religiously stunted? How kind of him to care so much about the misinformed!!

I love Mr. Black. He's my hero.

YAY!

He is stone cold thick. He doesn't get it. He doesn't get anything. He is one of those scary people that make horror films look like Japanese animé of purple ponies frolicking in the fields. He has p!ssed in more Cheerios than cows on rocks.

Lewis Black is fantastic. We saw him awhile back at The Improv, and he was hilarious as usual. I've also found Sarah Silverman to be a significant source of hatred-banishing irreverent humor this time of year.

My boss sent out a Happy Easter email to everyone at work yesterday too. She's a Christian, I'm Agnostic, we also have 3 Jewish employees, 2 Jehovahs Witnesses, 1 Hindu, 1 Muslim, a couple Atheists and the rest are various .

Nobody complained, nobody cares! We've got a pretty good bunch at my office!

Happy Easter... to those who celebrate it!

LOL! We need to test this theory! Sending in the Jehovah's Witnesses! (sorry if I offend)

Has he done this kind of "campaign" thing before, or is this a first? Because I have to believe that if he does this more than once, eventually he's going to p!ss off all of his clientele in some way, shape or form. Unfortunately, it may take sermoning himself into the poorhouse before he gets the point.

LOL Just remember, "Jesus is Magic". Yeah, I love Silverman. She never ceases to make me laugh. What can I say.?We Jews are just so smart and funny. I'm proud to be part of their tribe.

Goodnes, Lost--can I come work with you??

As far as I know, this is the first time he succeeded. AOL shut him down the first time, from what he tells me. The only way is his way and it is a waste of time and oxygen to argue or mildly discuss anything. "I've been doing this for 18 years and my way is best. Don't tell me how to change things." barf. Bud, if you want to make it 19 ya better change something.

We have something else in common. You know Lewis is from D.C., don't you? I think that accounts for a lot of his humor. We natives can be very funny, but it's a dry kind of humor, and a lot of people just don't get it.

Different religions. I guess the only time it's an issue, I suppose, would be if you're having a baby, you have to figure out how you want to raise your baby or whatever, which still would not be an issue for us. Because you know, we'd just be honest, and say "Mommy is one of the chosen people, and Daddy believes that Jesus is magic."

Dry is my favorite type of humor. You have to think to get it and i like thinking. It broadens the mind

My husband got all goofy when I told him! He loves AZ. Was stationed at Fort Huachuca in the south. He said as soon as I finish my degree he'll send my resumé post haste!

Yeah, AZ is pretty great. If you've never been here it's a real treat. Especially Sedona! The red rocks are magnificent! It's a world famous vacation area and the resort is a pretty important one in that area. My husband is GM of the restaurant which has been featured in F&W and Bon Appetite. They have a new executive chef now who used to work for my husband in Phx and he's really good. We're hoping he can freshen the menu up some and maybe even make a name for himself. Google Sedona and you'll see some pics that will blow your mind!!

I don't know why she approved the script or the final product. Not only is there not much "skill' shown, but much of it doesn't even make sense. First she tells us how a good chef's knife is suitable for most everything, then she uses a 'partially' serrated blade for 2 of the 3 items. Then the nonsense about the importance of gripping the knife in the middle when she uses a 'forward' grip, with one finger past the bolster.

Ultimately, there wasn't any 'skills' taught in this video, like how to 'rock' the blade keeping the tip on the cutting board when dicing, or using a sawing motion for thin slices, or anything else. The only tips were to have a sharp knife, (which it didn't look like she had), and to give yourself a flat surface for stability. I'd give it a 3 out of 10 for a training tape.

Here's my take on what I will call the "rotten Easter Egg incident".

Part of the mandate for many organized so called Christian Religions is conversion of the heathens. At all costs, every hour of every day. It is not enough that existing members-of-the-fold be frightened into blind submission (read: tithing their dollars). I know that this is not always the case - you know who you are - so please don't feel a need to defend yourselves - we know who you are too and love you for it!

We, the heathens (and members of other more properly minded faiths), must understand this. It WILL not change - EVER. All that we CAN do is stay strong (oddly enough, the phrase "keep the faith" jumps into my head), see their actions for what they are and stand up when they infringe on our own diverse and beautiful belief systems. Run away shouting to the mountian tops for all to hear when necessary (KUDOS to PartsGirl) and know that, if there truly is a higher power, she/he/it deals in love and acceptance not hate and divisiveness. IF we are judged at the end of our days, it will be for what we give to the world and not who recruit from it!

Tell me about it. Drew and I, both Jewish, have a little Catholic man in our midst. Of course I grew up in the Catholic faith, so guess who gets to take Denny to Mass tomorrow. I'm going, but I insist on it being High Mass. I have to have the big production, don't you know.

Hell, I may even get into our herbal garden beforehand, so I can sit back and just dig it all.

I'm going to hell. Seriously. Seriously. And, yes, I meant to typ that twice. That's how strong I feel about it.

I've gotta go. Have to pick up dry cleaning and groceries. We're then going to dinner and "Kiss of the Spiderwoman", Will tell you about it later. Have a care.

There IS no bigger idiot on earth than Bush!

I'm baaaack! Shoulda stayed home, but that's a long story. "Kiss of the Spider Woman" is IMHO an amazing musical adaptation of the novel and the movie. I was lucky enough to see Stephen Spinella and CHITA RIVERA!!!! That woman was amazing...I believe she was 66 at the time...danced her ass off...kicked her feet over her head...AND she climbed all over that jail bars set as if she was 20. I had hoped to be able to see it when Vannessa Williams took over, but it closed before I got back to town. I was weeping by the end...something I didn't do at the movie.

My "granny's panties" have more skill (sorry couldn't think of anything better at the moment). I have knife skills. Many don't. Part of what I get from TC (and now the blogs and web site) are pointers to increase my kitchen skills and knowledge. This should have been reshot with someone else.

I love the song "IN THE ARMS OF AN ANGEL" . It is just so beautiful...and it makes me cry when they play it on TV whilst showing the abused animals.

I know I should stay out of this....but I can't!
...................unless it be O'bama!

Are you saying that O'Bama is a bigger idiot than Bush? I don't know. I worked so hard in the last election (money, effort, whatever) to defeat the "Bush Regime" and the "marriage amendment" in Georgia - and lost so stunningly - I have not been able to join in the fray yet. I am open to any opinion that will help me cull facts to make an informed decision this year. I'm tired of being tired!

I've only been within "spitting distance" with her, so I grovel happily!! I did get to meet Kander and Ebb when they were honored at the Inge Festival. Chita was there onscreen....I was so hoping she'd make the trip to Kansas, but she sent a taped clip instead!

I should not have said anything. I am very passionate about my political beliefs...and I am SOOO not into O'bama. I like the people on this board too much to be getting po'd about it...so I am going to refrain from making any further comments involving politics.

I'm going to hell.
We all are. Perhaps we live there.
Love ya dearly
tcfan

I feel your pain! Back in 2004 I just gave up! This man successfully divided this country so well, each election since has been split right down the middle! Talk about polarized! We get what we deserve though! When you keep re-electing criminals like Bush, you get what you pay for! We'll be paying for his disatrous tenure for generations to come! It's amazing his poll numbers aren't in the negative range! Besides his family and friends, who the H E L L thinks he's doing a good job?? What a bunch of idiots the populous is right now!

Mine also!
Another quote from Lewis Black when he talks about why he wrote the book "Nothings Sacred"...

"Then one day, while sitting on a plane, headed to God knows where, I had a revelation. I am constantly in the air sitting next to guys who are about my age, and they talk to me as if I am twenty years younger than they are. And they seem twenty years older than I am. They always seem to have sticks up their asses. Where was my stick, I wondered? Where did that stick come from? Was there something inherent in being an adult that I had missed? Why did so many of my generation seem to have gone on to become joyless and officious snots? How could [expletive deleted] Cheney and George W. Bush be around my age and yet it was as if we were living in parallel universes? Was there something wrong with me that when I heard the words "get on board" I would rather drown? It's not a question of politics. It's deeper than that. It has to do with our points of view, the way we look at the world. Where did mine come from?

That is what this book is about..."

Here he is in my fav tune by him...with Oscar winner Jamie Foxx!!

http://youtube.com/watch?v=QyneMDq0938&feature=related

Go ahead girl....git down

I like it all KK...from Benny Goodman to Lil Jon and all points in between!!

I send ya summin in a day or so...promise!!

I feel ya IC. I myself am no huge fan of organized religion. I wont go into my rant but I was raised Southern Baptist. Ive no problems with people wanting to discuss religion,I normally avoid that topic though unless I know the person,but to mock someone for their beliefs is not my cup of tea,to borrow your words. Not saying you did that,BTW.

I think that the delete key is about your best option too. I get those type of emails too and I do the same thing.

We saw the Arena stage production at the Signature theater. I hadn't seen it before, though one of my heroes, Frank Rich, was not crazy about it on Broadway. I was aware of this, but I was pleasantly surprised.

The songs were solid, though a little workman like, but the book by Terence McNally was wonderful. The set was terrific and the performances solid.

At the end I felt more admiration than anything else, though, and I felt the same way after seeing the film, and reading the book. I guess I just didn't buy into it like I should have. That's my problem.

Drew loved it, but he's not read the book and was 4 when the film came out. In the words of Lewis Black; "I don't really care about the physical things. What I care about is that time moves really fast. Summer was three days long and one of them was the fourth of July and I didn't even have a barbecue.".

I feel like I'm 104! Seriously. Seriously.

I worked on the Kerry campaign here in D.C.

I don't know what I think this time. I guess I feel a sort of relief that the idiot can't be elected again, but I have no faith in the American public. At all. At all.

I'm not thrilled by anyone out there running for office, but, though I say my Grandmother would roll in her grave if I voted Republican, that's not true.

She would arise from it and follow me around, saying "see my progressive gay grandson, who voted for a a Repugnican, he's always been such a bright child" in a snide condescending tone.

I'm not right.

Wake up, Mr. West, Mr. West, Mr. Fresh
Mr. by-his-self-he-so-impressed
I mean, damn, did you even see the test
You got D's motherf*cker, D's, Rosie Perez
And yes, barely pass any and every class
Lookin' at every ass
Cheated on every test
I guess this is my dissertation
Homie, this sh*t is basic
Welcome to graduation

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning

Good morning
On this day we become legendary
Everything we dreamed of
I'm like a fly Malcolm X
Buy any jeans necessary
Detroit wear cleaned up
From the streets of the league
From an eigth to a key
But you graduate when you make it up outta the streets
From the moments of pain
Look how far we done came
Haters sayin' ya changed
Now ya doin' ya thang

Good morning
Good morning
Good morning
Good morning

Good morning
Look at the valedictorian scared of the future
While I hop in the Delorean
Scared-to-face-the-world complacent career student
Some people graduate, but we still stupid
They tell you read this, eat this, don't look around
Just peep this, preach us, teach us, Jesus
Okay, look up now, they done stole your streetness
After all of that, you receive this

Good morning
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get on down
Every time that we hear them
Good morning
Hustlers, that's if you're still livin'
Get on down

Get on down
Get, get on down
Get on down
Get, get on down

I love Lewis Black too. A friend turned me on to him years ago when he had a stand up special airing on Comedy Central. One of his stories/jokes was about hearing a conversation between two women. One was saying to the other that she wouldnt have been able to get through college if it hadnt been for her horse. Her horse? Well,you can imagine how LB ran with that. Been a fan ever since.



Did you see his spots on HBO's Inside the NFL? They were great.

Hey, kids! the second annual Washington Post Peeps Show is available for your viewing pleasure! Each spring, the Post sponsors a contest asking folks to create dioramas using Peeps. Here are this year's results (sorry about the commercial; it's just like watching Bravo video!): Peeps Show II

Happy marshmallows to all!

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by
madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at
dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient
heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the
machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high
sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of
cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities
contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and
saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tene-
ment roofs illuminated,
who passed through universities with radiant cool
eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy
among the scholars of war,
who were expelled from the academies for crazy &
publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,
who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burn-
ing their money in wastebaskets and listening
to the Terror through the wall,
who got busted in their pubic beards returning through
Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,
who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in
Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night
with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, al-
cohol and [expletive deleted] and endless balls,
incomparable blind; streets of shuddering cloud and

lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of
Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the mo-
tionless world of Time between,
Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery
dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops,
storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon
blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brook-
lyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,
who chained themselves to subways for the endless
ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine
until the noise of wheels and children brought
them down shuddering mouth-wracked and
battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance
in the drear light of Zoo,
who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford's
floated out and sat through the stale beer after
noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack
of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,
who talked continuously seventy hours from park to
pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brook-
lyn Bridge, lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping
down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills
off Empire State out of the moon, yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts
and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks
and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,
whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days
and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the
Synagogue cast on the pavement,
who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a
trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic
City Hall, suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-
ings and migraines of China under junk-with-
drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,
who wandered around and around at midnight in the
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went,
leaving no broken hearts, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing
through snow toward lonesome farms in grand-
father night, who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telep-
athy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos in-
stinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking vis-
ionary indian angels who were visionary indian
angels, who thought they were only mad when Baltimore
gleamed in supernatural ecstasy, who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Okla-
homa on the impulse of winter midnight street
light smalltown rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston
seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the
brilliant Spaniard to converse about America
and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship
to Africa, who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving
behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees
and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fire
place Chicago, who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the
F.B.I. in beards and shorts with big pacifist
eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incom-
prehensible leaflets,
who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting
the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,
who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union
Square weeping and undressing while the sirens
of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed
down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also
wailed, who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked
and trembling before the machinery of other
skeletons, who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight
in policecars for committing no crime but their
own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in the subway and were
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manu-
scripts, who let themselves be [expletive deleted] in the ass by saintly
motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,
who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean
love, who balled in the morning in the evenings in rose
gardens and the grass of public parks and
cemeteries scattering their semen freely to
whomever come who may,
who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up
with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath
when the blond & naked angel came to pierce
them with a sword, who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate
the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar
the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb
and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but
sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden
threads of the craftsman's loom,
who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of
beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a can-
dle and fell off the bed, and continued along
the floor and down the hall and ended fainting
on the wall with a vision of ultimate [expletive deleted] and
come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling
in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning
but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sun
rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked
in the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad
stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these
poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy
to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls
in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with
gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely pet-
ticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station
solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,
who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in
dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and
picked themselves up out of basements hung
over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third
Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemploy-
ment offices, who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on
the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the
East River to open to a room full of steamheat
and opium, who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment
cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime
blue floodlight of the moon & their heads shall
be crowned with laurel in oblivion,
who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested
the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of
Bowery, who wept at the romance of the streets with their
pushcarts full of onions and bad music,
who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the
bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in
their lofts, who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned
with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded
by orange crates of theology, who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty
incantations which in the yellow morning were
stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht
& tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom, who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,
who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot
for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks
fell on their heads every day for the next decade,
who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccess-
fully, gave up and were forced to open antique
stores where they thought they were growing
old and cried, who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits
on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse
& the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments
of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the
fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinis-
ter intelligent editors, or were run down by the
drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,
who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually hap-
pened and walked away unknown and forgotten
into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley
ways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,
who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of
the subway window, jumped in the filthy Pas-
saic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street,
danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed
phonograph records of nostalgic European
1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and
threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans
in their ears and the blast of colossal steam
whistles,
who barreled down the highways of the past journeying
to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude
watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,
who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out
if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had
a vision to find out Eternity,
who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who
came back to Denver & waited in vain, who
watched over Denver & brooded & loned in
Denver and finally went away to find out the
Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,
who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying
for each other's salvation and light and breasts,
until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,
who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for
impossible criminals with golden heads and the
charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet
blues to Alcatraz,
who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky
Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys
or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or
Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the
daisychain or grave,
who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hyp
notism & were left with their insanity & their
hands & a hung jury
who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism
and subsequently presented themselves on the
granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads
and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding in-
stantaneous lobotomy,
and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin
Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psycho-
therapy occupational therapy pingpong &
amnesia,
who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic
pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,
returning years later truly bald except for a wig of
blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible mad
man doom of the wards of the madtowns of the
East,
Pilgrim State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid
halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rock-
ing and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench
dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a night-
mare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the
moon,
with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book
flung out of the tenement window, and the last
door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone
slammed at the wall in reply and the last fur-
nished room emptied down to the last piece of
mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted
on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that
imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of
hallucination
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and
now you're really in the total animal soup of
time
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed
with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use
of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrat-
ing plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space
through images juxtaposed, and trapped the
archangel of the soul between 2 visual images
and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun
and dash of consciousness together jumping
with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna
Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
prose and stand before you speechless and intel-
ligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet con-
fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm
of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,
yet putting down here what might be left to say
in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in
the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the
suffering of America's naked mind for love into
an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone
cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered
out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand
years.

In case anyone didn't know that was "Howl", by another one of my heroes, Alan Ginsburg. I had just gotten back from taking Denny to High Mass at St. Mathews, and I was watching a documentary of Ginsburg on Logo.

Another one of my heroes, Norman Mailer, called Ginsburg "the most important writer of the century, maybe of all time" and I agree with that accessment.

I hope you enjoyed it. It was a calculated risk, and I don't know if it was wise, but it feels right to me.

Sorry if any of you were offended, or didn't understand. There are provacotive words and images in that work, but I love it, and I wanted to share it with youse folks.