Department of Redundancy Dept.

who sometimes is wound a little tight...

and sometimes has little patience with people...

and sometimes takes hints or suggestions a tinge off of their intent...

and I don't want to bring something up if he already knows about it
because I can hear him as I type this saying:

"you think I didn't know about that...shit...dude...I knew about that..."

so...having said that....

matt...the link on your main page for the webcam is broke.

rant.

One thing I have noticed is that there are no shortage of people who blog and use it as a place to rant.

no problem.

it's what it's for...

hell...free therapy for some...

but the self-importance that comes in the bundled up package of e-soapboxing can reek of 3 day old fish....or is that guests....fuck Mark Twain(see how I did that....for most, the reference to the Mark Twain quote about Fish and houseguests smelling after 3 days is a lost one...or so the self-important writer would like to believe).

Anyway....saying it loudly or using ALL CAPS, i guess, does not make it right...

neither does using big words.

so keep that in mind

another thing that bothers me while I todder the slippery corner of my own box of soap for one further, brief moment....is people who use fractions when talking about their age...23 and "5/8"...

cmon...jerkoff...speak in whole years like the grown-ups do...

whatever.

Keroauc derived the "American" haiku....it's the same as a traditional haiku; its three lines, it's short, it's beauty is derived by painting a complete picture or conveying a thick, rich emotion in a disciplined, syllabic way. The difference in an "American" haiku and a traditional haiku is that, Keroauc's creation pays no heed to syllablic counts.

how american..."3 lines is good enough...fuck it...."

Then I'm thinking about haiku's....and read a really good one by a friend of mine...and his is the same as one of Keroauc's....I mean not the same, verbatium....but the same as writing,"Roses are crimson"...and passing that off as an original thought...

now.

I know my friend didn't read Keroauc's and re-write his own...I doubt he's even read or heard Keroauc's...but it poses the question(half-heartedly): "Does plagerism have to be intentional to be plagerism?"...I say: yes, it does.

but.

at the same time I will always think of Jack's every time I read my friend's...and the thought will always be:"it's just like Keroauc's..."and not give my friend's poem the credit it does deserve...

so...hmmm...that kinda sucks.

"useless,useless
  rain!
  pounding into the ocean"
-Jack Keroauc
"American Haikus"

sitting here thinking about Spalding Grey....you may or may not have ever heard of Spalding Grey, but in my opinion, the greatest storyteller  in American History....and a hero of mine...

Spalding Grey, who is famous for his cult classic monolouge "Swimming to Cambodia"....commited suicide not long ago by drowning....fitting...