Tuesday, October 18, 2016
Prize, Movements
-Not read much Dylan, but did sense genuine poetry
a few times.
-Thus pronounced same then?
-Can you make actual pronouncements
when alone?
-Why not?
-Yeah, I suppose. Most are for yourself anyway.
-Manifestos, though, require additional drunks.
Labels: Bob Dylan, literary, Nobel, poetry
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Just dropped in to see what condition her condition’s in
Pretty. Poor.
Married at 16. Divorced at 17. Again at 18, again
divorced, at 19.
21, the inevitable at 22.
At 24, married to a math professor she met at a gym
climbing wall, and who delighted in showing her previous
stints in a formula.
Came the critical year and they drank champagne.
So, she broke her string.
Took her GED instead. Then enrolled at the university in the
Bachelor Program in Physics!
Most thought she’d wouldn’t last the semester. Graduated with
honors.
Accepted as a PhD candidate.
Given a lab after that graduation...and twin girls.
Spent three fruitless years in research...but, somehow, was
getting somewhere.
Gave a paper in Gutenberg, and Hiyakawa of Japan and
Schiller of Germany lingered after it. They’d been experiencing
the same frustrations in the same slippery area.
She had no such right, but invited them to join her at the lab.
The dean went along for the publicity value. But the president
harbored numerous doubts. Had to be begged by her for budget
year after year.
In the meantime, her husband received a prestigious, though minor,
Math award, and they celebrated with colleagues in his jammed
office. The little girls were very cute in insisting on handling the
cleanup by themselves. Hardly big enough to lift the empty bottles.
Since it was so quirky, he knew his work would receive no further
recognition. But hoped for hers and her partners’.
“That ship has sailed!” she announced to them after one long day.
“But our ship sails on!” Shiller countered, and Hiyakawa applauded.
Those two continued to go at everything in a spirit of fun.
She, of fire.
The papers they wrote together were joked to be by Lady Macbeth
and her Song-and-Dance Men.
On her 44th birthday the Nobel shockingly called. Her team had been at 30 to 1 odds among the trade.
The celebration in the lab became a blast! With Drs Hiyakawa and
Schiller dancing a flamenco as their wives clapped and shrieked.
In the strange quiet after, with all gone except the family, she
exploded into tears. “The stupid...little broad...has done...
growed up!”
Teen daughters mystified.
Labels: academics, divorce, marriage, Nobel, poverty
Thursday, November 08, 2012
Natural Meds
From the topmost limb
of the Diddle-Doodle tree
when birds excrete and
apes lumber, comes a par-
ticularly curative leaf.
$10,000 a pound.
Kids clamber up
for a dollar a basket.
Our entrepreneurs
give over preaching
of Free Market to
show it in action.
The host country, though,
not impressed and ex-
tracts payola mucho.
Consumer Reports
eventually cries Fraud
from A to Z. Scientists
are marshaled
to challenge them.
And patients relieved
from flaming rectum
or GERD testify of miracle. But
FBI cites production chain where
they find the leaves trashed and
sugar cane ground for
the terrific mix instead.
If they give a Nobel for sleaze,
surely an American will slide
through for win. Take pride.
From the topmost limb
of the Diddle-Doodle tree
when birds excrete and
apes lumber, comes a par-
ticularly curative leaf.
$10,000 a pound.
Kids clamber up
for a dollar a basket.
Our entrepreneurs
give over preaching
of Free Market to
show it in action.
The host country, though,
not impressed and ex-
tracts payola mucho.
Consumer Reports
eventually cries Fraud
from A to Z. Scientists
are marshaled
to challenge them.
And patients relieved
from flaming rectum
or GERD testify of miracle. But
FBI cites production chain where
they find the leaves trashed and
sugar cane ground for
the terrific mix instead.
If they give a Nobel for sleaze,
surely an American will slide
through for win. Take pride.
Labels: American Capitalism, fraud, Medicine Show, Nobel
Sunday, February 14, 2010
1,2
I told my agent to stop worrying. I’d wear the funny clothes
and give the speech. How do you say waste in Swedish?
What I’ll say is they finally realized video games are
the new literature.
I actually read it once, got a pulp sandwich. Went on and on about a bunch of Krauts in a hospital.
By Mann, a winner like me.
Labels: Literature, Nobel
Friday, December 11, 2009
The True Religion
Righties coo
over president’s hawk-
kish views
accepting Nobel.
A temporary truce
since he’ll refuse
their proffered sacrament
of perpetual war.
Labels: hawk, Nobel, presidential debate, Right Wing
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Best of Times, Worst of Times
In Copenhagen, Frogs
& their limpwristed ilk
on Olympic Committee
nonetheless tell Obama Don’t
let the door hit you in the ass!
& then he’s given Nobel
by worse! So Eurofaggots
are slippery trash!
& that settles that!
Monday, October 12, 2009
Foxer Laughs Out Loud
on hearing of Obama’s Nobel.
Out-whores laugh a lot.
Keeps down wormwood gorge.
