Sunday, October 15, 2017

A Bullet Stew Served on the Moose Turd Cafe, The Ghostly Poems on the Poetry Show

Monday, Oct 16, 2017 Lineup

6:30  At the Moose Turd Cafe, Diesel and Case eat some bullets headed into the gun control debate. Plus rules for poker with Trump, and a new North Korean Sunrise Fruit Juice to help the lead go down.

7:30 -- Poetry to chill yr bones and blow out yr eyeballs. By the time you get to work after these two shows, you''ll be ready to follow any orders given.

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Poem of the Week The Black Cat

Rainer Maria Rilke

A ghost, though invisible, still is like a place
your sight can knock on, echoing; but here
within this thick black pelt, your strongest gaze
will be absorbed and utterly disappear:

just as a raving madman, when nothing else
can ease him, charges into his dark night
howling, pounds on the padded wall, and feels
the rage being taken in and pacified.

She seems to hide all looks that have ever fallen
into her, so that, like an audience,
she can look them over, menacing and sullen,
and curl to sleep with them. But all at once

as if awakened, she turns her face to yours;
and with a shock, you see yourself, tiny,
inside the golden amber of her eyeballs
suspended, like a prehistoric fly.

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