Saturday, October 25, 2008

Mools of woosta

Mools* of woosta
Full with gold watches
Mools of woosta
Full with gold watches
Epigrammatists marching
Through the blue land of milled cotton

Cry me back mother
I’ll pay the black piper
Cry me back mother
I’ll pay the black piper
And tip the bearded lady
Dreaming of my sweet cake shortening

My sweet dumb crumbly cake
In Woosta in the wake
Of the parade.
- Jack Vaughan

A mool is a grave. This poem is loosely about an encounter with a gravedigger. Or graverobber, hard to say. First appeared Sunday, November 17, 2002 on Jack Vaughan's Radio Weblog.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

All Yankee Stadiums Go To Heaven

I have had three dreams of heaven in my life.

One was about 1957 inside the Johnson Wax Building in Racine, Wisconsin; it was night; there were shepherds and clouds.

Two was around 1975 not so much heaven but the afterlife. I was getting a personal check okay'd at Calumet Market , a small old-style food supermarket in Brigham Circle; Max, who pased the judgment on checks, was Jehovah. IT was very crisp to me. Max was fair, but it was not easy to get him to ok a check.

And third was Yankee Stadium, about 1973, when I lived in New York.

As Yankee Stadium has had its last game and is scheduled to be demolished - might as well share.

It was a simple dream as these always are. I was in center field in Yankee Stadium, either talking with Babe Ruth or looking at his plaque. It was otherworldly. Neverland. I have seen this place.

Why did this happen? All I can think is this: When I was a boy we were driving at night - part of a long trip. There was this hospital all lit on a palisade. My father said: That is the hospital where Babe Ruth died. I looked in awe. Maybe I found a jolt of connection to The Babe Ruth Story, with William Bendix. Was there a death bed scene? I can imagine one, with strings, soft focus. Angels humming. Chester A. Riley in the form of Babe Ruth going to heaven.

That seemed to curdle a few neurons and reappear, as I slept an evening in the 70s in my upper bunk at 179 E. 3rd. For my part, I never got to old Yankee stadium.

My son recently told me he had a dream about Calumet Market. Can dream drops descend on DNA threads and genetic memories inherited? I think so. I have been to a sweat sock basketball locker room of the 1930s and can only adjudge this to one of my parents, probably my ma, who played on the high school team.

Picture of Babe's grave.

Monday, October 20, 2008

Baseball over in Boston this year.

Ok. They took it to the 7th game, then the odds, and the Bays, got to them. The manager could have made some diffferent moves - the hitters could have made some more hits. Close but no cigar. Just for the record. Tampa wins ALC series 4-3.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Boston's Red Sox are against the wall again

Boston's Red Sox are against the wall again. I tend not to devote energy to teams' down 3-1, as history has shown that is an absurd position to place oneself in in a 7 game series.

Yet .. at this time, I recall last year, and three years ago. So I will post link to last year's writeup on this topic. The Sox won the fifth game, and did not lose again for the rest of the championship post season. What will be will be.


Boston beats Cleveland to stay alive; Canadian Soldiers at bay

Cleveland, Oct 19, 2007 – When the Boston players began Thursday night’s game with the Clevelands, their backs were to the wall. Trailing three games to one in the American League Championship series, the Hubsters needed a win just to stay alive as the teams met at Jacobs Field. When it was over, the Crimson Hose succeeded in holding off the Clevelands, benefiting from a five-hit effort by ace Josh ‘Waiting for Godot’ Beckett, outscoring the Erie Lake fellows 7-1. .......... Read the Rest of the Story.

Friday, October 03, 2008

Pow Wow Trail Episode 1: The Drum

Was watching a DVD of Cecelia's. Pow Wow Trail Episode 1: The Drum. Was impressed by some words by Eddie Benton Benai, of the Ojibwa nation.

More or less he said:

Computer storage is going to obviate the need for [human] memory somewhere in the future. But you cannot program the Creation Song. The computer cannot sing the song that will bring the voice of the drum alive.

I think he strikes a chord here. One of many things that has changed during my time is respect or use for memory. At the same time, recordable media has flourished. Words can be codified, and filed away to be re-used. That's an old known fact. But given present traced path, when retrieved, will they have the voice of the drum?

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