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Did a breaking story Sunday-Monday on a bank run. A first for me! Was still catching my breath on Wednesday. Members of the high-tech and venture capital communities — as well as many in the world beyond — braced today in the immediate aftermath of last week’s Silicon Valley Bank failure. The regulators also said they had taken control of New York-based Signature Bank, which had also faltered, after becoming a major banking service provider to companies in crypto markets. The regulators announced “systemic risk exceptions” for both banks. This exception allows the regulators to take extraordinary action that goes beyond what they are are minimally required to do, and is used in rare circumstances when inaction may lead to a snowballing of investor fear. On Friday, the Silicon Valley Bank was closed by the California Department of Financial Protection and Innovation, and the FDIC was named as receiver. That came as the bank struggled to meet customers’ often-frantic requests for withdra...

We were celebrating Mardi Gras a few weeks ago, listening to New Orleans and New Orleans-style music. Pulled out an old EP 45 by Boston's Ron Levy Bluesman Band. Coconaut Milk. Then, found that Ron had posted it to his YouTube page [see below].  Back in the day Ron let me create the Sleeve for this record. I got to gather some of my buds {Dave Hofstetter took the pic} and "Find" some art [the images of city and feet were from "1001 Afternoons in Chicago" by Ben Hecht 1922 [Racine's own]].  Layout is cool. You look at the graphic objects enough they finally start talking to you! Anyway I worked hours and hours on this. I loved Record Covers and would try my own hand. And my hand is clutzy. Ron came over to check it out. He looks at it and says "that's funky." And I say "Funky, good or bad?" And Ron says "Funky good" and smiles.  I was so relieved, and happy. I started trying to create newsletters in the basement when I was 6....

World in a jug i. The Dead Sea Scrolls evoke the aura of sacred mystery a blood enveloping Found in jugs in a desert cave Wreathed with shreds of paper that glisten in the air Hasten us to some  smoky abyss we may run the tapes of burroughs we may drink the firewater sepulcher We may dive in the mosh pit but We let the softside roll on the old dead sea scrolls   ii. Is there something to be said for organized religion? I will leave that to you It’s not been all bad It’s been far From mostly good And what mother’s son wouldn’t wonder enough to go back to the original Inner Workings in the scrolls in the cave on leather By the sea Dipped in blood ink To see the vision before the staging? iii. bring back my children from afar [4Q176] Wake up and put on Your strength Hand down your walking stick and hike It’s due time for glory war is on the land Your redeemer is the story. - J.Vaughan 2023 Also hear Fragment...

  The Friends Basement book sale was an occasion to thin out the books around here – many which basically overfill the space, un-re-read. Said good ‘buy’ to this grimy tome: The Dream Songs (1972) by John Berryman. Before I knew it, I got to thinking. John Berryman today is probably in the category called cancelled, where he hangs out with Hemingway, the king of cancelled, and others. Like Hemingway his father shot himself, and like Hemingway he would commit suicide, jumping off a bridge in Minneapolis. Back in his day, pre-1972, he was a hard drinking big-ego professor poet full of confessional angst, in my humble opinion. His songs were an endless song of hisself in an un-understanding world. Great bearded poet who spilled out his guts at poetry readings, and later, probably, fell into the punch bowl, to be saved for a while, in my dream song,   by a caring co-ed. You see in his poems his battle with drink, which I should say does demand some sympathy. In his writing...

Box of Glass Eyes  : Rewrite                i. A box of glass eyes At the Harvard Museum Glass eyes that look at me with tenderness like the glass sea anemone That echo the whimsy Of the visible golden rod dirty That carry the pacing meanness of Dingoes in the zoo The eyes like dreaming butterflies cased before Jerry Lewis comes dusting eyes for the big day waiting.                ii. Like the bones in the valley set to jump up and start dancing The glassine eyeballs too will fly Until that day they rest the pleasant rest of chocolates In a box Eyes that were made by Von Meyer The glass shop pipette wizard Visage manifester alchemist of a mélange   hearty transparent and fragil e People will visit and eye Until the great day of rumbling. Of great spirit dancing The day of glass eyes leaving their box .               ...

Been playing hooky from the School of Hardknocks lately, transferred to Bob Watt School of Inferior Poetry. There is no best. There is a year. No try. Just do. - Jack Vaughan    Bold Stump Reunion in my imagination was a little journey on music toward the "castle of heaven." - Aug 2022   Kerouac Bardo Poem - I searched the graveyard - May 2022   Al compas del mundo on the March Jim Haas onboard  - All through 2022   At night the dispatches. -War Blues Prose -Apr 2022 This stuff goes back to Shakespeare and Alexander||There may be only 10,000 sidewinder missiles in US arsenal, and replacing them means production lines like JI Case or Hingham BoatWorks set up in WW11.||The Ukrainians have been fighting this war for several years and have developed methods. and they have intangible desire.||Russian capability for cruelty astounds|| They show a city utterly destroyed by artillery… and say the Ukrainians are blowing things ...

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