Skin pops

 Chafed , I remonstrate aloud to a Lit Prof in 1980 about the classic allusions that required footnotes in most of T S Eliot's poetry, and now I'm offering poems with references to more recent writers.

I offer brief pre-notes:

In the late 90's , I awoke  thinking that Jim Carroll,  NYC Catholic boy, hoopster, & junkie poet had died and wrote down some lines which I edit from time to time. He died 9/11/09.

Jim Carroll’s passing Chelstea

Syringe

              Between board and rim

Gimmick

             Between sermon and hymn

Trespass

              Into extreme unction

Slide

            Chair to floor

Death

            Foreseen in final work

Minutes

             Twenty from Chelsea to Inwood

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I took  a class on America in the 1950's  in 1981 and was turned on to Jack Kerouac (nicknamed Memory Babe before the booze took over). My feelings for his works go up and down and  have never reached the apex they did when I was in my early 20's. Hey jack, sorry,  but I have edited.

 

    beaten Kerouac

   Memory Babe lost Mary

but never Mommy.

crawling in bars grumbling to die

Lucien carved Kam

Jack went on the lam

Married for bail

Got out of jail

 never said I do to Mardou

 Neal zooms cars

the Gerard appeal

proxy brothers and Florida bars

It wasn’t Tokay to beat it

After the surge of the road

And the brief Harlem Howl

Town or city, slum or slum

too drunk for whores 

sat or I won’t 

“too white” hick who found his way to Pic

                                                   And stumbled off the hippie bus for good

Neal, flat across the tracks              

Billy, heroin or boys shag

Allan, where are the fellas

Jack, TV slurs and slacks

Liver finally blows in Fla

Laid low in Unwell, Mass

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I was watching  Patti Smith cover a Bob Dylan tune "Changing of the Guard" and inked some lines. Tom Verlaine  borrowed the last name from a French poet. 

Patti strands Verlaine 

Sweatin gray hair sticks 

receiving  Benediction inside of society

standing barefoot

on the 25^th floor

Privilege earned and lust

Knees to the sun for fiends

“free’ money for

the citizen ship

Was that a crow pissing in the river

Or horses in the hall?

Poets on the mend

Behind torn curtains
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I offer a snippy ditty for Hunter S Thompson. My opinion of HST wanes as I learn more about him.

No free rides on a Harley

Hell’s boys felt your smear

Others, your loathing and fear

Pointing a pen or a gun

Against everyone

Then yourself

______________________

Soiree time in the early 20th century

 

T Spoons

Eliot's strings, rings, and things

fine, fine

where’s the wine

Sir, sir

No nectar

Only tea

I see, I see

Earnest- he, he

Chose not to be

More tea?

Let’s sugar

F Scott snaps, dines

Ivy flaps on plate

Ice chutes

Rips roots


Wright outside

Was Richard right
a little uptight
cells to sells
Paris swells
blurb. verve
Roxie, MS curve
moxie, not verve

Goofin on Neal
dust bowl to Denver
go, go, go nights
speed thru red lights
trains, chicks , talks, kicks
pool hall tea sticks
trippin Kesey
slappin back Kerouac
stole time  so easy
across tracks, grateful, dead

Too
stick stuck right shoe
wet leaves tumble
flags flap rumble
sky peeks purple blue




Lex Market Xmas season 1987
hooker stiff walks sore
chuckles to corner store
smokes til bike kid
drops the alley lid

black chicks, purple hair
old guys, just stare
we goof, gab, guzzle
taking in the puzzle

2015
bring in the year
bang on my ear
he died she died
I ran i cried

Row home Alley

not his window
not his wife
teen calls out
need a shirt
gotta go
i'm up next

ignore him
pitch the ball

Goofin
ISIL
ISIS
missile
crisis

Ouch, Ginsberg
“I see the lame minds of a generation ruined by
badness, grieving hysterical, spoiled
texting themselves through the clean streets at noon
whining for an instant fix,

Sill Label 4

current sea shifts
rubel fee drifts
just hit to play
then must delay

Ry Goodbye , too hip
borrowed a Ford
to see ol Gord
as his poetic brain
slips down the drain
maybe a Leafs cup
before time is up

what he was seen

with the Queen

Knot O2
 sarin dip ity
 ass mad strikes today
 makes Syrians pay
 yellow vomit in your city
 knived nerves fray

Trash way
who's that squattin
between the two shadows
staining the breezeway walls
panties up, she's done
she calls
I ain't shittin
here
Would Bawdy Le care
or sneer

Wife and kids
Sun's up, empty whisky jar,
queried on my family
Gabe, can't you see
 that's my car

sept 9, 2016 log

Fighting distractions in another attempt to capture the sights and sounds of Baltimore mid 1980's with a major focus on Fells Point, SoBo, Sowebo, and Midtown.   I change the characters, but versions of this memory dull but don't fade: "On my way along Charles St to Howeirds Bar and Middle Eastern music draws me into the UD Café and the sight of a Turkish waitress  swinging her hips and tongue-rolling a cherry stem  while serving Greek food."......

oct 8 log

..........What the hell, I swallow the dime of tan hash, order a double cheeseburger , and enjoy the chill of the AC.

dec 2 log

working on yet another 1980's Bmore story "a priest with an effeminate voice is presiding over a rehearsal wedding and my dad looks at me and says you were right. I finger point for him to face the altar. As soon as practice is over, he says "I remember those stories you told me about priests and altar boys, and I nod while thinking, (a hell of a time for you to acknowledge Balzac’s tales) then laughing at how he shrugged off my recollections a few months ago and how he’s interpreting them now.

 april 22, 2018

Testalls
balls in a sack
pack the bearing
no caring
rack em up
swing em
fisted,gifted lifted
no sharing

June 13, 2018

Scribbling some notes for future use. An old drinking buddy of mine used to tell of the thrill of getting one dance with  #hedylamarr at a USO function raising money for World War 2 bonds. At the time I doubt if he knew that the #austrian -born starlet co-authored a patent on radio waves.  Some ideas in that patent were later incorporated into blue tooth technology. After WW2, my buddy became a plumber and occasionally wore a T-shirt with the words, your shit is my bread and butter."

july 21, 2018

still working on my Baltimore 1980's downtown stories: "Stumble  a block to Howweirds deli side for a sausage and egg sandwich and  fountain soda around 10AM, and Bunky pulls up a chair and chats me up about my daytime appearance throwing off the clocks in this hood. I'm slow on the uptake while he slides me a folded up magazine item and relates how he found Big Dale face down dead in an apartment building he owns.

May 30, 2020

Old time expressions: sneak thieves are checkin the alleys for unlocked doors from Jim Carroll's "city drops into the night". 

 Chinchorro Bank, was known as "Sleep-robbing reef" because of the dangers it posed to seafarers.

Nov 30, 2021

Since my college days, I've had a like/dislike thing for T S Eliot, and I found this while reading a book review on the great poet. T S Eliot's first wife, Vivienne Haigh-Wood, would occasionally show up at his poetry readings carrying a sign that stated “I Am The Wife He Abandoned.”

August 6, 2022

It's alleged that Stallone named his character Rambo after the French poet Rimbaud. Maybe he was thinking of these lines “In the morning I had a look so lost, a face so dead, that perhaps those whom I met did not see me."

Bad Blood”― Arthur Rimbaud, A Season in Hell  

Jan 29, 2023 : RIP Tom Verlaine

May 7, 2023: Listening to Days by Television with Tom V on lead guitar and singing.

sept, 9,2023: short story notes:  your car is halfway on my sister’s lawn.

May 2, 2024: from my notes on Change from a dream: In my 20s I made brief ventures into the local music scene reciting my lyrics. The first day I could get the Lancettes together, the bassist played surf music while the guitarist ventured into Led Zep, and the drummer Lance thought he was playing behind Captain Beefheart. That brief session felt like an eternity, but a few days later we did a fun, free gig on a Sunday afternoon bill in a room in the UMBC Fine Arts building.

Ken Bruen and his name dropping

I started a blog on Hub Pages about Irish detective noir writers and began with Ken Bruen. I made a few comments about his style of writing, and Hub Pages told me  they  unpublished until I made it less personal and more informative.. I read their long list of requirements and didn't realize that I had to be cyber teacher provide a syllabus and hold my students hands. On the less personal note, I didn't list my  trips to the bathroom. It was a work in progress which I listed in the Literature section, and I had not started soliciting for ads dollars  I had a few followers and FB likes in thefirst day.  Here it was:
I haven't read a Ken Bruen book in awhile and his most recent release Headstone should arrive any day now. Raymond Chandler books were my introduction to the detective noir genre and finding authors who reach or exceed that caliber can be challenging. Bruen captures barroom and street conversations as well as Elmore Leonard's better books.I find myself drawn to the way Bruen takes us into Jack Taylor's mind and what 's said and left unsaid. I laughed so hard a, at times, that I had to put the book down. If elements of Bruen's work can be considered stream of consciousness, then I definitely get it more than I ever grasped what James Joyce was going on about.BTW, I love the conversations Jack Taylor has with his mom's parish priest.I'm re-reading The Devil and love Taylor's encounter with Kurt at the airport lounge.
 continuing my too-personal  comments:
Headstone, his latest book, continues a fascination with black candles. Taylor  has more interaction with nuns, priests , and folks with Downs syndrome. Of course,  J - Jameson and X-, Xanax , remain constants. He takes on the nuns and priests of Galway and cuts the nuns just a little slack. The descriptions of the smoker's hut outside the hospital were excellent.

       
Bruen quotes himself:

" A lapsed Catholic is simply one who is hedging his bets."

I'm torn between  giving Bruen the middle finger  for nailing it or continuing  to exterminate  the strains of Catholicism in my guidance system. 

The Taylor character is definitely on life support. 

  Sgt Brant, a London cop character, makes me laugh & wince simultaneously. Jason Statham did a so-so job of playing him in the movie Blitz. I re-read that and some passages are pulled directly from the book. I wonder if Bruen was involved in the script process. I moved on to re-reading Vixen and the Angel character sends shivers. 

I've seen mixed reviews on whether an author should promote  his favorite artists through his novels. Most of Bruen's author referrals have provided me with solid reading material. I've had to google some of the musicians he's mentioned.


11/19/12 : I finished The Wooden Leg of Inspector Anders, a book mentioned in one of Bruen's books. Some interesting insight into police work and corruption in Italy in the late 20th century. Theconcept of using an artificial leg as bomb was intriguing. The sub-title of the book could have been; in Praise of Older Women. The reader needs to read every word because marshall browne doesn't waste any.

11/27/12; I'm going to try the next  in the Anders series, ship of fools.  The ending of the last book was a little conntrived. but Browne keeps the reader interested.   Back to Bruen. Sometimes, I wonder if Bruen and Elmore Leonard  tape record bar conversations. the banter is that authentic.

12/15/12: finshed Anders #2 - Ship of fools. Interesting plot about one man trying to kill multi-national mergers by killing their CEOs. The effects of hypnotism could've been developed more.Some of the plot twists are far fetched and I wonder how well Interpol plays with local and national police forces. Enjoyable read.

4/2/13: Ken Bruen's London Boulevard was a gangster 's tale with minimal police involvement .  Mitchell, a  gangster just released from prison, lives a fast life in which  the butler of a Sunset Blvd-like home proves to be more of a criminal  than his known associates and enemies. No shortage of smart-ass quips and one liners. Slainte (health) is   toasted to but not  seen often in this violent tale.


6/21/13-  Maybe I need to find another Marshall Browne book. 

7/17/13

 I watched some of the movie Blitz last night and remain flabbergasted at how they  stereotyped Bruen's character and nabbed very little of his fast-paced wordplay.  well, I guess bruen bank account is fatter.

4/26/14

London Blvd, the movie , was disappointing , too. Colin Farrell as Mitchell and Kierra Knightley as Charlotte the reclusive actresss, didn't do much for me. Anna Friel as Briony , Mitchell's sister, was ok.

6/12/14

Any suggestions from NI or R of I as to which Irish actor should portray Jack Taylor.

6/14/14

Bruen uses Jack Taylor to introduce us to another Irish cop  Shea making his way to NYC in the  Once Were Cops. I finished the book in a few hours.  The language flowed easily and I re-read a few sections  to catch the witty remarks. The ending  was slightly irritating but as the narrator pointed out numerous times, it's difficult to stop killing, to stop the darkness.   The dynamics between Shea and Kebar, his first New York partner,  were excellent,  and  having Kebar shove  a well dressed Shea into the mud  a  minute after their introduction was a nice touch by the author.

11/29/14

guess it's time to  read Bruen's recent releases. saw this line from  interview

Alcoholism doesn't run in my family, it bloody gallops,

12/21/14

Character Jack Taylor:

“There’s God and then there’s the Irish version.”

12/26/14

Iain Glen as Jack Taylor was ok.   The episode Pikemen was decent but it's difficult to transfer Bruen's wit to the small screen.. The Magdelin Martyrs episode was better. Decent job in the scenes with Taylor and his mother.

1/4/15

Purgatory, the latest in the Taylor series, was decent not great but almost anything by Bruen is difficult to put down. Perhaps, a little more on the frightening Kelly (C33). The commentary on the rich Reardons' marriage had me laughing out loud. His comments on the feckin Irish Catholic bureaucracy is brutal and noteworthy.

7/9/15

A quote from a Bruen book:
“It’s said the difference between one friend and none is infinity.” 
― Ken Bruen, The Guards

8/22/15

Green Hell, #11 in the Taylor series, was a bit thin but still a good read. Maybe one more Taylor then he disintegrates.  The goth chick avenger is an interesting character. Love this comment when a preppy American tells Jack,"I'm an atheist". 

See how that flies when a fecker shoves a gun in your mouth at three-thirty in the morning."

11/8/15

 Yep, Jameson and Black Bushmills won a few rounds in my younger days.

 “The whiskey kicked like a mugger.” ― Ken Bruen, Blitz

9/3/16

 The Emerald Lie, the latest in the Jack Taylor series,  brings back the Goth chick, takes more jabs at the Catholic clergy, and ,of course,  has me LOL  about the Irish  compliment: "patting your shoulder while sticking a boot up yer feckin arse ." I'll finish the book  sometime today. #kenbruen

9/10/16

Bruen dangled just enough rope for one more Taylor book. Who knows maybe a long  lost  Taylor nugget is introduced.

9/17/16

Name dropping with no reference to #Bruen . #jessejames , a name most often associated with the famous American outlaw. It is  also the name of the #Steelers (NFL) starting tight end and  an Ocean Cruising Club port officer  fighting piracy on the water between Trinidad and Grenada.

12/4/16

This quote from Bruen's book #headstone could be applied  24/7 to numerous people ansd issues.

“By the holy, Jack Taylor. I was beginning to think you were a rumor running around as a fact"

7/9/17

  re-read #kenbruen  Priest yesterday and had a sad chuckle about older widows "adopting" or latching onto a parish priest.

12/9/17

#kenbruen may have one more #jacktaylor book left. His latest  in the Taylor series, Ghosts of Galway. I laugh aloud when he refers to Jameson as the J. I used to refer to  it as the The Reverend. Anyway, here's an important life lesson from  one scene.Two characters with pistols: one says here are the duel rules, shoots the other and says I lied. Plenty of snappy banter.

12/15/18

I finished #Bruen 's latest book , The Galway Silence, in  a few hours yesterday, and always enjoy the comments on drinking #Jameson in a bar. Bartender says "Ice?" customer replies  "Not if you want to go on breathing"

june 15, 2019

 #Bruen  quoted a line from a  #saragran  book so I rolled the dice on a chick book  Claire DeWitt and the Bohemian Highway . I can see why Bruen liked it. Claire  detects at her own pace and doesn't hide her predilections.

july 7

 I finished #kenBruen 's "Dispatching Baudelaire" in a few hours yesterday and revisited hisopening note, "there are few more dangerous animals than an Englishman off balance", which turned out be an accurate forewarning. 
#Baudelaire (1821-67) a poet, who was quite fond of laudanum and an STD carrier.

oct 13

“You don't know hell till you stand in a damp dance hall in South Armagh as the crowd sing along to "Surfing Safari".” ― #KenBruen.   South Armagh is in Northern Ireland

feb 16 2020

I finished  "Galway girl," the latest in the #jacktaylor series from #kenbruen and was reminded of how religion and whiskey are connected in some places. Taylor was  mourning in a Protestant church in Galway and planned on buying Bushmills because it was a Protestant's choice instead of Jameson. Years ago in a Fells Point bar in Baltimore, MD , a mick chastised me for not drinking Jameson since I certainly must've been raised Catholic. I replied I wasn't aware of the religious affiliations of whiskey brands and the bar is out of Jameson.
The myths are based on Jameson being brewed in the mostly Catholic Republic of Ireland, and Bushmills  being located in mostly Protestant Northern Ireland. 

Nov 27, 2020

#Bruen 's latest, Galway's Epiphany,  has some more drinking booze jokes. When Jack Taylor is offered sherry, he replies, "Sherry is what you drink in Lent, for bloody penance.

March 6 , 2021

“Your life is in some bizarre state when priests are throwing abuse at you on the street.”

― Ken Bruen, The Magdalen Martyrs.

This spurred indirectly a memory of  a Friday night when I stayed off the Jameson so I could be awake and presentable at a Saturday morning funeral of a close friend's grandmother. I didn't sleep a wink and didn't utter a word during the 8AM Mass, and the padre, who I'd never met, made a point of telling me I was the strong, silent type. I smiled at him. He was making polite ,small talk and my batteries were on empty.

July 17, 2021

“The country was still smoking like #BetteDavis in her prime.” ―  #KenBruen . I'm not sure if KB is referring to both Irelands or just the North.

March 12, 2022

Another Bruen quote catching my attention: ‘Good grief, are those hooks in your lips?’ ‘It’s fashion, Dad.’

April 28, 2024

Reading Galway Confidential, Ken Bruen's newest book: Jack Taylor coming out of a coma or: "as a Galway wit called it, a comma".

May 12, 2024

I finished Galway Confidential, Bruen's latest and perhaps thinnest book. "If you want a good solicitor in Galway(Rof I), get a Protestant one"-- perhaps a hangover from colonization