Sunday, December 07, 2014

First Sunday Poetry Reading Dec 7 1941 - You took my watch

You took my watch

You took my watch
You took my phone
&  rent check first dear

You took a walk
& dint come back
you put me
under the bus here.

In the dream
upon a roof
shattered the hopes
to safely get down.
                          - Jack Vaughan, 2014

Saturday, December 06, 2014

Going Back with Garth to the Basement Pink

I sing the cabbage electric- The factory, cybernetic

@JackIVaughan: Silk corn husk
Ruby corn beads
Sprout from the earth
Send message to heaven

Reading Player Piano. And remembering the factory cybernetic.

When I worked the Paste Wax line at Johnson's, we placed the lids on the cans (two of us) by hand. It could well have been the oldest line in the old factory. With so much cybernation around, it seemed primitive - something that could be automated. And I would look at the other lines (the Jubilee line with its ear shattering glass jostling was adjacent) and wonder how. Earl, the engineer, I remember him now in crew cut, white short sleeve shirt, tie, glasses and pocket protector, would come by and eye the process as well.

When I worked the line. The day Pedro did not come back from lunch. To come.

When I worked the line: they would pump-in Muzak. Then by syndicated radio. Once a week, in some alternating pattern related to pay day: "Whstle While you Work." One day, another summer, diong matinenance on the wright building, crawling into a fortotten closet, found the Muzak 78s of yore.
Vonnegut describes the machinists with their blackened hands.Great description of the punch press sound: Aw grump. Tonka Tonka. Aw grump. Tonka Tonka.

Norbert Weiner appears on page 14. This is a big quandry for me. In that I was reading about Claude Shannon and Norbert Weiner not too long after I obtained Player Piano (from the Shorecrest Rexall drug?) I dont recall reading much of Vonnegut's book, though. Over the years I imagined a story around cybernetics, not knowing (or not remembering) Vonneut had done one.

First chap synopsis
Factory. Not too obvious where in time. A light goes on a board indicating problem in part of factory. LIkely a mouse chewed through a wire. why didnt the cat get it?  then the cat is found. head of factory visits area where problem is. Remembers years ago when he created the tape of the best line worker (Hertz) who was soon to retire and be replace by machine robot. they had a beer across the street. the cat is freaked out and get killed by a robot machine sweeping the aisles. the head of the factory is distraught. has cat sent to his office. he is on phone with his wife discussing his career prospects. in the evening he will deliver a lecture at the country club in the city. Ilumin. Modeled after GE's Schenectady. Reference to Wiener. The lecture is about the Second Industrial Age.

p. 4 - A glowing red jewel called attention to the seventh meter from the bottom, fifth row to the left, on the east wall. - Player Piano]

He stopped by Katharine's desk on his way home and told her not to worry about the glowing jewel on the seventh meter from the bottom, fifth row from the left, on the east wall.


Sunday, November 23, 2014

From the Vaults - Greengrass, Harvard Stadium (Oct 2012)

Harvard beat Yale yesterday to obtain sole possession of Ivy League crown...Thought I would go back to the Vaults and run my writeup of my trip to see Harvard play football. Twas a Tweetfest. Thisll suffice the site I suppose until end of year music awards maybe. In case anyone out there was saying Get a life!

In October, thinking I have never been to Harvard Stadium, an old concrete bowl by the Charles that Van Morrison made immortal in Brown Eyed Girl making love in the green grass behind the stadium...I head out via subway. 

Old Harvard Square to go. The essential American Fall Saturday event to encounter. Once there I tweet.  I sat next to Cornell band, and that sort of set the tone.

#hahvad This day is my homage to damon runyon author of hold them yale

#hahvad stadium watching football literally. See it arc in the air.

#Hahvad stadium; twenty 11 yearolds ready to receive field goal kick in stands. Scurry. Scatter.Pounce on the ball.

#Hahvad stadium; listen, yo, the glockenspiel

#hahvad stadium: these teams have good sense not to use heads when tackling. Priceless the education.

#hahvad stadium: i think harvard band is playing dreaming is free. That's good thing, right?

#hahvad stadium; cornell band has some moves like old jackson state. High turkey strut kicks as they leave the field.

#hahvad stadium cornell band great on give my regards to broadway

#hahvad stadium Dylan's seen this scene. Wrote about it in Highlands: "All the young men with their/ young women looking so good/Well, I’d trade places with any of them/In a minute, if I could." This is how things look to these old eyes these days.

#hahvad At center of Runyon's tale is a Little Doll without the duckets to see Harvard-Yale. That and the view of someone who has never been to a football game. I sat next to a guy splaining the scoring to a kid from China.

#hahvad Gust of wind at football game. Pass gets away. The Cornell cheerleader pylon sits and waits.

#hahvad Wm Tell Overture. Hi ho Silver! Lawrence of Arabia! The Tijiauna Taxi!Josha fithjdabattle o Jerricho, Cant turn you loose!. Oh, Otis!

#hahvadstadium Harvard beats Cornell 45-13. As game ends Sun is still high. Staving off cold. Its 2012. I love that dirty water.

Friday, November 21, 2014


Jeff DeMark, Jack Vaughan, Jim Mazik,
August 1974, Boston.
Remember that hot August Sunday?
When we dragged you through the cemeteries in Lowell?

We were looking for Jack Kerouac's grave.
We almost gave up

But then the dove arose
And there you pointed
And there we found Jack.

Fly, spirit! Rise Again!
My restless homeboy!
Playin' the organ for my
96 Tears.
                           -Jack Vaughan, Nov 2014