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A Wicker Basket
Comes the time when it’s later
and onto your table the headwaiter
puts the bill, and very soon after
rings out the sound of lively laughter—
Picking up change, hands like a walrus,
and a face like a barndoor’s,
and a head without any apparent size,
nothing but two eyes—
So that’s you, man,
or me. I make it as I can,
I pick up, I go
faster than they know—
Out the door, the street like a night,
any night, and no one in sight,
but then, well, there she is,
old friend Liz—
And she opens the door of her cadillac,
I step in back,
and we’re gone.
She turns me on—
There are very huge stars, man, in the sky,
and from somewhere very far off someone hands me a slice of apple pie,
with a gob of white, white ice cream on top of it,
and I eat it—
Slowly. And while certainly
they are laughing at me, and all around me is racket
of these cats not making it, I make it
in my wicker basket.
— BY ROBERT CREELEY
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Just found out about this amazing new restaurant called “Amplifying Black Voices” where you can buy non-racist hamburgers and anti-fascist milkshakes. pic.twitter.com/0JA1mELnYg
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Only one I ever saw was the wiener dogs.
I remember the Budweiser ad, but I don’t think I ever saw it on TV.
Yesterday, as the blizzard was ending, a very bored electronics guy at Target tried to sell me a slightly used 55″ 4K TV for $350. I can remember when the first 4K TVs came out, and the price was $3500.
I can also remember the first TV I ever bought. It was a 13″ RCA color model, and it cost $300 in 1978.
I explained to the guy that I haven’t turned on my TV for about 18 months now. This isn’t virtue. I just don’t like watching TV any more.
Decades TV having a 77 Sunset Strip marathon.
Surprisingly enjoyable.
Those were fun! I haven’t seen any of them before, and won’t see them again.
Cut the TV cable over a decade ago, and haven’t missed it one bit. Just makes occasional commercials something to enjoy, instead of passionately loathing them!