InstaPunk Returns

At such an age, all that’s left is Rationalizations . Harry@75 It’s not the breathing Not the beating of a crackled heart It’s the back and forth Across the willow swings Back and forth That’s hard. Started with a brace of questions “Jesus, Judas, what did they do to you?” “Judas, Jesus, what did they do to you?” Ended with this stagnant storm Called Aldomorro To and fro in Rio. I cannot get warm On my balcony I overheat my own gleam I am the perfumed chimes Of doom and bleeding tomes Singing blue anew With each false dawn And still I am cold As icehouse ice. Voices rattle in my head Allatime my punks Talking of nothing Allatime. I was gonna Still maybe wanna Not gonna The fire is out In my small back yard The gas is out For the barbecue. Love was the thing At one time We all believed Her breasts would cure the terrors of the night And they were round like the universe Of her Which bega

Eventually a few people will find their way here, from an outrageous Afterpunk post called This is hard but it had to be said . Thing is, I have more lists, which are not targets for recrimination or revenge but mere acts of intelligent discrimination, which did not used to be a dirty word but a sign of careful observation and differentiation between the acceptable and not in terms of one’s own morality, esthetics, and values. This will be longer than the inciting post at AP. It’s the human, emotional version, not the analytical version my real targets of the other post well and truly deserve. 19 Additions to the 50: Come fight with me, I’m begging you. Gertrude Stein (PA-born, she bored writing to death in Paris in the Twenties) Norman Mailer (NJ-born, a horny writer who loved Marilyn and long sentences because Hem didn’t) Dustin Hoffman (NYC-born, not his fault really, Oscar for Midnight Cowboy then Kramer v. Kramer) Barbra Streisand (NYC-born, ugly woman tu