The King of the Double Entendre

Voyage, 2017 begins, and I’m getting out the gate early on this Voyage.  Thank You! x3 for the money to pay blogging-portraits28the electric bill!  I’m so happy and grateful I’m writing again with the company I keep close to my heart because I’m learning something new!  One of the things I want them to engrave on my tombstone is The King of the Double Entendre, but they’ll spell the last word wrong and it’ll take 50 years to finally have it spelled right.  Thank You! x3 for the Double Entendre.

I’m waiting patiently for somebody to take some initiative here and show me the Universal Minds is designed to blow your minds!  Come and go, read between the lines. . .

Nicotine, caffeine, gotta get some Listerine.  Before I approach the word processor or the Blog with an entry, I go to my Journal.  That clean white canvas where you’ve got to paint on the page first before you type it up to see what it looks like!

I got all this MAGIC going and nobody seems to be paying any attention.  Could be they’re waiting for after the Holidays.  Yet for me, I gotta get back to putting the pen to paper.

Come and go, read between the lines. . .nicotine, caffeine, gotta get some Listerine!

I’m so happy and grateful for the amount of money in my bank account because there’s plenty of room for more.  Thank YOU! x3 for my Supra-Hero Soul-Mate in Apartment #8 because now is the time.  Ready or not. . .I’m ready because the time is now!

I know that you’re listening.  I know that you’re watching quietly from afar.  I knew it the minute it took to stumble into you on the sidewalk!  Any man who takes his glove off to shake my hand is the ONE I’m looking for.

A New Destination

The J-O-B is just background noise now, yet I’m happy&grateful for it because it’s an income.  Some time on the Voyage, I’ll no long have to outgo to get the income.  Guilty pleasure is when you love something and hate youself or it!  You definitely are a guilty pleasure, and I intend to be yours.timeforlove18

The Mentor/Protege concept has reached its end, and from now on, there is no teacher, no student.  No transmitters and no receivers.  Since we already help one another grow, then we are one and the same together.  May my writing at this point in my life make me ever mindful of the wants and needs of others.  I’m in search of mindfullness.

Although many may think I’m crazy in the upcoming years, I’m sure at least a handful could see me as lucid and that everything I write is for the purpose of getting my messages out loud and clear.  One day, they’re going to have a TC Newell Day when gadgets and gizmos shall be banned so that everybody who has ever read anything I’ve written is carrying nothing else except his courage, love , and compassion.  Everybody shall be extremely mindful of each other, the beautiful architecture, scenery, and the cosmos that’s all been beautifully laid out before them. TC Newell Day will be the day when everybody notices these things!

What makes a beloved community?  It isn’t smoking grass while driving with wide opened windows so that anybody who’s walking along the unshoveled, unplowed snow-covered sidewalks can smell it!  I’ve seen them and I’ve smelled them driving along, putting their lives and the lives of others in their hands.

What makes a beloved community?  It isn’t the homeless and the jobless loitering on the street corners and populating the parks who still find a way to smoke weed in public, rubbing everybody else’s noses in it instead of in the privacy and safety behind closed doors.  I mean, is this a beloved pot-smoking community?  These bunches of losers!  Being able to break free from this beloved community of losers begins the creation of a beloved community.

I don’t belong in any of the categories within your minds.  I am not the views and words you’ve seen and heard of me.  My own mother hasn’t even discovered all the truth about me, and my brother could care even less about the truth about me.  So he considers me a phantom from 60 years ago who’s impossible to ever get to really know.  Don’t put me in a category.  Our history together and the amount of time that’s passed from the time we saw each other last has somehow made each of us both totally irrelavant to one another.

Searching for peace and serenity is my destination.  I love listening to the sound of the wind and rain outside.  I love the sound of the snow and sleet collecting on the windows.  I feel warm inside just by remembering the time I’ve lit a fire in the fireplace, remembering standing outside in the cold wind and snow, taking in the aroma of the smoke rising out of the chimney.

There’s something comforting about looking into the huge picture glass kitchen window of my parents’ hearth, seeing the light above the stove left on at night.  That leaves me longing and yearning to be back inside where it’s comfy and cozy and having that feeling of being back home.

Lovingston Drive

Una Lovingston:

I remember Lovingston Drive, Mt. Lebanon, PA, 1960-63, and the music plays on that gray Westinghouse stereo phonograph. The Ventures’ Telstar  John Phillip Sousa Stars And Stripes Forever. I am aware of the black and white TV set in the den, where I’d watch Sergeant Saunders. Vic Morrow–the quintessential man’s man and childhood hero.

Henrietta Heron: 

I am at the age of getting into the act. Lovingston Drive brought neighbors I actually cared about.  The best playmates I ever played with.  Bobby, Eric, Johnny, Lynn, Renee, and Danny Ray taking turns playing Sergeant Saunders behind Danny Ray’s house long before they mowed down those woods for a housing development. I was living in the age of Hanna-Barbera. Huckleberry Hound and Yogi Bear.  Pre-Batman TV was fitting the bill perfectly for me. I Love Lucy, Ricki and Copper, shown locally.  

Una Lovingston: 

I remember after school Johnny Nash singing the theme song on the Hercules cartoon.  I remember Saturday morning marionettes, and Ricky Nelson singing the theme song to Fireball XL5. The best street I’ve ever lived on was Lovingston Drive! I spent many a matinée on many a Saturday @ the South Hills Theater on Washington Street.

Henrietta Heron:  

I’m writing while listening to the music of the 70s. I am, after all, a 70s Child.  Tom Jones is singing She’s A Lady. And I’m making that my theme song.  

Una Lovingston: 

And I’m about to take YOU on some incredible journey, for the music is taking me to different places. West Pittsburgh.  Crafton, PA.  ’78.  Village People come out with YMCA.

Henrietta Heron: 

I’m looking at my clock radio on the night-stand. You know the one with those small plates numbered 1-12. I Like Dreaming is the song that really grabs me by the nipples.  And the song’s playing on the clock radio.

Una Lovingston: 

While I’m waiting for my Dad to arrive with my desk. That’s the morning the train goes by, as Dad and I are just getting the desk through the front entrance, and he says, Stop. I want to watch the train. 

Henrietta Heron: 

When YOU are ready to begin those teens and after YOUR Voyage begins. . .Find out, evolve, and discover all kinds of things about yourself while you’re young. Start as early as YOU can to realize your fantasies and dreams.

Una Lovingston:

Don’t wait until YOU’RE my age. There’s plenty more Social-Satire inside of me, to keep up with new verses and creativity.  Like an artist’s paint, fresh ink’s still drying on my journal pages.

Henrietta Heron: 

I searched for and found a new theme for Generation 26. Sometimes it seems I can see my life flash before my eyes, yet I still hear  the voices of my Biological Brother, or some stupid ex-lover telling me, Don’t be so emotional!  Thank you, Creative Source, for the Voyage you have in store for me. The long endless weekend has lasted 8 months, and I make good use of my time.

Una Lovingston: 

This is a Voyage of One-Verse-At-A-Time. Now purge your toxic negative energy and allow it to evolve into creative energy.   I’ve made such good use of my free time. Actually discovered what freedom really is.  It is 1980 in Ft. Myers that’s making me nostalgic now.  I’m remembering the days when Elton John is singing about Little Jeannie on the radio on my way back to the trailer park a few blocks from the Kansas City Royals training camp.

Henrietta Heron: 

These are restless, rustling, hustling, and wandering times. Lost in the lonliness that I never cared to confess.  I’d always thought it’d be cool to be alone, to go into the cinema and always say, One, please.

Una Lovingston: 

Driving alone at night, I realize that I am lonely, traveling along Route 60.  The thought of getting another J-O-B depresses me.  I remember a time when I wanted to retire at 50.

Henrietta Heron: 

I watch a DVD or listen to a song at the Honey Farms and cry shamelessly on the walk back home.

Una Lovingston: 

I read good literature which inspires me to keep writing fiercely&fearlessly.

Henrietta Heron: 

I’m living a weekend that’s endless and long, and I intend to fill this vacuum with song, so I can get out of here, hopefully by next year.

Una Lovingston: 

But, right now, I’m too tired to tell and too old to care about exactly when the Visions evoke the Questions–

Henrietta Heron:

Never mind about the answers for now. As a scribe, I feel the responsibility  to steer clear of politics and political satire.

Una Lovingston:

I feel the responsibility to gear my creativity towards Sociology and Social-Satire.

Henrietta Heron: 

I’m so emotional and at times pathetic when I realize I’m not what YOU’RE looking for because I’m too prophetic.

Una Lovingston:

If I write words you’ve never heard before, it’s because I’ve invented my own. I’m into the freedom from Paradigms.  Not this bullshit about free country. 

Henrietta Heron: 

It’s not about any country.  It’s about the individual.  And it’s not about friends.  It’s about the collective family advocating an Off-Beat Generation.

Una Lovingston: 

And an Off-Beat Theater. Why should we be concerned about everybody else’s future?

Henrietta Heron: 

Especially the future of the current generation with their social retardation , when the retardation part can’t possibly be politically incorrect when we’re not focused on politics, don’t ya know?

Una Lovingston: 

Or even political satire. I’m talking about the lack of social skills, the lack of social awareness.

Henrietta Heron: 

I’m talking with tongue-in-cheek about Social-Satire. Because that’s my degree.  That’s my B-S-ophy.  If you have a history, you could never be a mystery to me.

Una Lovingston:

I’m working the Sociology because that’s my BA degree.

Henrietta Heron:

Your B-S-ophy. I’m writing about things, while whoever reads me, wakes up eventually.

Una Lovingston: 

I wanna trade 60 years of insight for 60 seconds of foresight.

Henrietta Heron: 

And I wanna thank you, Creative Source, for the new adventures in store for me.

Una Lovingston: 

Traveling along Route 60, I wanna put myself on the line, regardless of the outcome..

Henrietta Heron: 

No matter what “they” say, I wanna fiercely&fearlessly journey back to yesterday.  To count my blessings for yesterday.  I wanna feel that time of innocence.

Una Lovingston:

Before technology rots it to the core. I wanna meet the multifaceted, who most of the time shows beauty, yet fears not getting ugly. 

Henrietta Heron: 

Because YOU’RE more than just a face on Facebook and a beautiful pair of eyes.

Una Lovingston: 

Who recognizes my intelligent flirtations. I wanna thank YOU for always reminding me of the characters I’m writing about.

06FEB17: Readers Theater Script #4

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Fist-City Punch-Rap 

 

Dustin Demoni: 

Fist City Punch-Rap

Knock you in a mousetrap

Get in on the punch line

We’re heading toward Crunch Time 

Cyrissa Hamil: 

I want you and her and him

To start the fight in the museum

Bustin’ paintings

Bustin’ busts 

Prince Nehemiah: 

It’s all part of the story

We’re bringing it to the Lab-Coats

In their Laboratory 

ZAAMM!: 

We’re in the showcase tonight

Here having our say

Enuf done, enuf said

Got the beat in my head

Go ahead and spread your views 

Cyrissa Hamil: 

Ain’t gonna get

the black and blues

We ain’t gonna cry

No, only gonna laugh

While you stand in your crowd

With all your riff-raff 

Dustin Demoni: 

When you’re done with all your noise

You’ll feel the socks of Supra-Bois 

Say what you mean

And mean what you say

I’m a retro supra-hero

Here to save the day 

Henrietta Heron: 

Tired of your labels

Tired of your mouth

Your brain thinks in fables

You don’t know what you’re talking about

Spare me the crap about your ventures and your loves

Time to take off your mask

Put on your boxing gloves 

Prince Nehemiah: 

Let’s get it on

I’ll jack you up

You might say I’m neurotic

You might say I’m exotic

If you’re gonna be a talker

Then put tape on your fist

If you’re gonna be a walker

Walk like a pugilist 

ZAAMM!: 

I’m calling out names

Abraham,

Mary,

Joan,

and James 

I’m just an ol’ dog,

and I’m learning new tricks

Never been in a fog,

get out of any fix 

Prince Nehemiah: 

But enuf talk

Time to step in the ring

Let our fists do the rap

Let our knuckles do their thing

Dustin Demoni: 

It’s villain versus hero

Man to man, toe to toe

Bone versus bone and body tone alone

I’m daring enuf

I’ll make you groan

I’m a Supra-Hero, and you are my foe 

Cyrissa Hamil: 

Now is the time to get on with the show

You think you can knock me out

With one stunning blow?

I don’t need applause,

Don’t need a winning year 

Henrietta Heron: 

I do need to hear your snicker and your sneer

Here’s the show, here’s the plan

Knuckle down, buckle down

No more baseball bat crunches

In Fist City we trade punches

 

03FEB17: Wet Ink

tjf17Quiet Writing:  Magnificent Alignment

I’ve said it before:  my alignment with the Universe is NOW!  That means I’m finished seeking recognition and acceptance.  I don’t need to seek a teacher or mindfulness because I already have them.  I can look in the mirror and see who I am.  I see the teacher.  I see the mindfulness.  I see somebody who has the awareness.  My image in the mirror reveals the one person I need to change in order to change my world.

The power of LOVE belongs to the man in the mirror.  I am my own Mentor/Protégé.  I realize I don’t have to be consumed by creative projects, that I can step back, sit back because my creative energy has been sufficiently released to the Universe.  Release!  Release!  Release!  So now, I’m focused on Truth and Kindness and Compassion, all three inside of me!  I don’t need to be so theatrical all the time.  There’s enough theatricality in the world these days.

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I don’t need to be obsessed being a part of it.  I don’t need to be obsessed about being King Of The Hill.  I recognize the importance of another’s presence in my life, without being deceived or deluded any more.  And there are only a handful of these wonderful individuals.  I could’ve never found them in a gay bar.  I could’ve never found them among the multitude of coworkers I coexisted with in so many workplaces.  I lost my top four teeth angrily gritting my teeth because of what I allowed coworkers and acquaintances do to me.  I think about this every time I put my partial dentures in my mouth, and I have to learn to speak all over again; and while I’m talking, I can hear the sound of Papa’s whistle all over again.

This is as close to nudity as I’m gong to get.  So what if you see me in my underwear?  You, like me, are headed for extinction anyway.  This country is so divided that the President won’t be looking for a third world war, he’s trying to start the second Civil War.  As far as Deviantart is concerned, I’m using the backdoor to get into the underground, like the MaskedModel, who utilizes this venue brilliantly.

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Everywhere I’ve lived, there was a basement and a living room.  And I’ve spent more than enough time down in the basement.  Or have I?  I’m trying to stay upstairs in the living room, where all the happiness is.  The cravings belong in the basement.  Or do they?

Magical Awareness

I’m so glad I was able to do some blogging yesterday because it made me feel at home again!  I’m so glad that the gift of health is keeping me alive because money couldn’t replace the gift of health!  Or even the gift of time.  I’m so glad that I could witness, casually, the ingratitude of others because that makes me more aware of my own gratitude.

I’m so glad I have my Gratitude Rock because I picked it up by random off the street and I find that it isn’t random at all! I’m so happy&grateful for the Ascencia Public Library because it has become a serene refuge, where I could realize I know more about myself than other people, and I’m feeling really good about that.  Who should I know better?

I’m so glad about cell phone technology because it gives me a chance to talk to Mother every other week!  That’s all she could take from me, who she once called Tim-MOUTH-y!  I’m so happy&grateful for AssuranceWireless because my cell-phone technology service is free!  I’m so happy&grateful for technology because it makes things happen quicker, safer, and more conveniently!

I’m so glad I have the opportunity to think about all the things I’m grateful for because it creates a magical awareness!  An awareness about the phone call to Mother yesterday because she really made me laugh!  And I’m so grateful for the wondrous little roach I found because it illustrates the power of my gratitude!

I’m so glad I’m aware of the Power of Journaling because I could always keep track of my creative thoughts processes throughout the months!  I’m so grateful for my day trip to Hartford because I’m reminded how much I love Hartford!  I’m so happy&grateful for the First Fist-City Tour because my creativity is still going strong!  I’m glad I’ve met CRUSH! because he’s yet another character I’ve created in my Universe!

I’m so happy&grateful for Fisti-Boi Eddie because he reminds me of the fun and excitement we’ve had with Fight-Dancing!  I’m so glad waking up to a beautiful morning because this sets the tone for my magnificent day today!

I Love The Days Of Being A Pioneer

I love the Anatomy of a Wall-Of-Frames.  I love the Days of being a pioneer.  I love the projects on my home computer.  I love to do what I’m going to do, gotta do–regardless of the outcome.  That philosophy’s been with me from the get-go, and I love the get-go!  I feel the gratitude for putting the message out there, for being able to express myself, regardless of the medium.  I am grateful for tonight.  An evening of no TV and no PC.  I feel gratitude for being able to hear the wind chimes in the distance in spite of the “noise” from the animals in the barnyard.  With all their clucking, braying, and a lot of hee-hawing going on and on.  I am so happy and grateful because I can hear the wind chimes in the distance while they’re way over the hill beyond the horizon.  I love when I can hear them from the barn stalls filled with quite a few animals crowded in.

I feel the joy of this constant dream that isn’t real, that’s all an illusion.  If I love to hear the joy of the wind chimes, I must be listening for them.  I could feel the joy of talking to these animals.  I could be happy and always with perfect attendance.  There is joy for me knowing I’m not proclaimng to be a philosopher.  And there is joy when I don’t intend to be confused for a B-S-opher.  Have you experienced the joy of hunger when it changes everything you ever thought you knew about yourself?  I love and feel the joy of expecting a miracle, like having more hopes than I know what to do with.

I have the Passion for developmental experiments in my writing!  I have the Passion for criticism as much as validation and a place for me somewhere where I can write and speak as much as I can think, and make it pay for my living and some aside. I have the love for a lazy bum who sits on his azz all day with his TV blaring at  4 a. m.  My only hope is that he feels the passion to nourish his body, to make his monthly rent payments and to buy clothing, boots, and shoes for himself and for his grandchildren who don’t even exist.

I could feel the excitement of being in a hell of a place for the Poet.  A place for me to get my head knocked when I need it, and when I could feel the excitement of making friends again–I’ve forgotten how.  And I believe that the most excitement I could have is making enemies.  There is room for exciting miracles today!  I love the excitement of receiving miracles today!  And there is excitement in seeing what’s right with folks, rather than what’s wrong.  There is the excitement of raw Americanism that also appeals to an audience across the pond.  Exciting poetry is propaganda.  I could get plenty of excitement writing and publishing my own books.

 

 

Excitement

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Napoleon:

The possibilities and opportunities I was searching for were already here, or they’re right around the corner.  To live life without illusion is death.  There could always be somebody here to tell about a great film I saw on DVD.   Whatever happens is okay, as long as we tie up the loose ends we began with today.  We’re right in the center of the battery, Supra-Hero, so I could tap you on your shoulders and say, Come on, this is it, isn’t it?

Time to pick up the pens and pennies off the street.  Quick!  Pick it up!  And don’t look back. . .!

To see if anybody has seen you feel the glory of being a starving artist–that human existence when anything you write could never be considered for the trash.

ZAAMM!:

I’m coming into my own now.  I Fight-Dance with Rad and G-Ray over who gets I Like Dreamin’ as their theme song.  The same theme sung for Mr. Incognito, and I evolve before his very eyes into Qik-Kam Lad.  I Punch-Out! everybody so I could choose any music I wish for my theme and my Fight-Dance scheme.

M A R I O:

You choose Lovers Concerto, and I choose for you Batman Episode 29 for your Fight-Dance theme.  You’re gonna go to the 26th Dimension, break away from your entourage.  And Incognit’s seen you as this Latin-Lad on campus at the University of Diversity.

ZAAMM!:

I’m one of his quiet student, and I know he’s got me on his Clipboard @ the House-Boat Studio.  I’m the Qik-Kam Lad on the Lam.

gimme legs, gimme legs

gimme the LegFetish Universe

gimme a campfire on the beaches of Ascencia

gimme a casual pick-up, safe & secure

my two fists are lit!

lemme be the first Supra-Hero Soul-Mate

to call Mr. Incognito “Papa.”

M A R I O:

With all his color schemes&themes, he’s always focused on the beauty & the art.

ZAAMM!:

Present me Down&Dirty, and I intend to be Naughty’N’Nice!

Henrietta Heron:

The Qik-Kam Lad on the Lam has got Mr. Incognito running in circles!  –Henrietta Heron, Dirty-Dishing

ZAAMM!:

Don’t like to talk ’bout the Voyage all the time.  Especially a Voyage of self-discovery.  Gimme a chance to show you.  Let’s induce and inhale KokiNAXINol once in awhile.  gimme sum mind-recreation.  After five years or so, I’ll still be your Lad, Incognito.

M A R I O:

Lemme get Down&Dirty.  Now wonder how close I am to 30.  I’m stuck on you, and I’m stuck on your clipboard @ the House-Boat Studio.  Lemme be the Desk-Top Icon on your computer.

A Thousand Dollar Day Today

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http://anythingtheater.blogspot.com/2017/01/my-alignment-with-universe-is-now.html

Honey Trapp:

You have a Thousand Dollar Day today.  You’re getting your pay, so I can leave the lights on in the House-Boat Studio.  How many more times do I have to see you behind the counter, tryin’ to keep your coworkers from knowin’ you’re interested in my intellectual property?

Tobias:

You tell me when I look out the House-Boat window, is it YOU I’m gonna see?  May I see a raise of hands please?  I notice the accent in your voice now.

Honey Trapp:

The voice I wanna hear.  You’re gonna make the move&groove, and you’re gonna stay smoove.  You’ re gonna perform for me.

Tobias:

You’re gonna read for me without your Blitch to block, without your entourage.  You’re telling them to, Go back and stock!

Henrietta Heron:

And I write, What store is he in?  Who’s he talking about?  Meet Majah&Me in front of the Library @3, and we’ll have the longest conversation we’ve ever had.

Tobias:

I see you lookin’ up to me.  If I can’t find a market for this, then I’m creating the Market.  I guarantee the University of Diversity is where you wannabe.

Henrietta Heron:

Where you’re all welcomed as special Protégés and Prodigies @ the University of Diversity.

Tobias:

YOU&I are headed for an about face!  I welcome YOU @ the House-boat Studio, where you’re telling me you believe in miracles, man!  You’re ready to knock Social Media on its azz!

Henrietta Heron:

Voyage, 2017 begins in Wild Wanton Worcester, from where the House-Boat Studio sets sail until we arrive in Ascencia.  I have named YOU, now I give YOU a voice.  When you’re walking down Main Street dressed like that, meet me&The Boy&The Dolphin, who’s wearin’ nothing @ all.

Tobias:

60 is too old to get a J-O-B now, I don’t care what people say.  I focus on what they’re doin’, not on what they’re sayin’; and they’re showin’ me they ain’t gonna hire no 60-year old.

Honey Trapp:

Not listening to what they’re saying to me.  I got from the sublime to the absurd @ the drop of a hat.  They’re all gonna remember 01JAN16.  That’s the day that began from the time&creativity spent that’s gonna lose me friends.

Tobias:

That’s gonna win me enemies.  The ones who say, Go on and fly!  If I’m not applying to any of your categories, well then. . .

I’m creating my own.  Don’t pass me by because I intend to be King Of The Hill!

Henrietta Heron:

And that’s what’s going on in the House-Boat Studio!

The 8 Emotions

bw15A transitional thought:  Love.  Gratitude.  Joy.  Passion.  Excitement.  Enthusiasm.  Hope. Satisfaction.

8 Words to cling to.  And hold on tight.  I love the Anatomy of the Wall-Of-Frames.  I love the days of being a pioneer.  I love the projects on my home computer.  I love to do what I’m going to do, gotta do–regardless of the outcome.  That philosophy’s been with me from the get-go, and I love the get-go!

I feel the gratitude from putting the messages out there, for being able to express myself, regardless of the medium.  I am grateful for tonight.  an evening of no TV and no PC.  I feel gratitude for being able to hear the wind chimes in the distance, in spite of the “noise” from  the animals in the barnyard. With all their clucking, braying and a lot of hee-hawing going on and on.  I am so happy and grateful because I can hear the wind chimes in the distance while they’re way over the hill beyond the horizon.  I love when I can hear them from the bar stalls filled with quite a few animals crowded in.

I feel the joy of this constant dream that isn’t real, that’s all an illusion.  If I love to hear the joy of the wind chimes, I must be listening for them.  I could feel the joy of talking to these animals.   I could be happy and always with perfect attendance.  There is joy for me knowing I’m not proclaiming to be a philosopher.  And there is joy when I don’t intend to be confused for a B-S-opher.  Have you experienced the joy of hunger with it changes everything you ever thought you knew about yourself?  I love and feel the joy of expecting a miracle, like having more hopes than I know what to do with.

I have the passion for developmental experiments in my writing!  I have the passion for criticism as much as validation and a place for me somewhere where I can write and speak as much as I can think, and make it pay for my living and some aside.  I have the love for a lazy bum who sits on his azz all day with his TV blaring at 4 a. m.  My only hope is that he feels the passion to nourish his body, to make his monthly rent payments, and to buy clothing, boots, and shoes for himself and for his grandchildren who don’t even exist.

I could feel the excitement of being in a hell of a place for the Poet.  A place for me to get my head knocked when I need it, and when I could feel the excitement of making friends again–I’ve forgotten how.  And I believe that the most excitement I could have is making enemies.  There is room for exciting miracles today!  I love the excitement of receiving miracles today!  And there is excitement in seeing what’s right with folks, rather than what’s wrong.

There is the excitement of raw Americanism that also appeals to an audience across the pond.  Exciting poetry is propaganda.  I could get plenty of excitement writing and publishing my own books.  I feel enthused about exchanging ideas and points-of-view with someone who’s skeptical.  I feel enthusiasm about having more laughs and tears in me than in any other clay pot I know of.