Let’s Talk Turkey ! or Turkeys I Have Known

Turkeys I Have Known...

Turkeys I Have Known…

 

I have run

afoul

from time to

time

with turkeys

of the human-kind.

those

without feathers

or waddles,

but tough

as toenails,

hard as bottles -

Turkeys I have

known

number in the tens

of dozens;

some old lovers

some first cousins -

but they all

share/d this

common trait -

they all imagined

they were great!

full

of pride &

also salt!

over time,

(and, not

my fault),

they

done me in

just

like Gunga

Din!

 

Not so trust-worthy Turkey I Have Known

Not so trust-worthy Turkey I Have Known

 

Happy Thanksgiving! What I need (and mebbe you do, too) is a little levity after eating as much as I could as fast as I could. Brought to mind some of the great turkeys we’ve had in the past – and also some of the turkeys that had me.  Thanks to Garbage Pail Kids for the illustrations! (circa 1986)

 

FAMILY CIRCLE, 1950s

nifty 'fifty-six Family Circles

nifty ‘fifty-six Family Circles

Family Circle

is a magazine

that clearly

excludes me.

my family is

way

too small

to form a

circle ;

we’re in a

a family square-

so few of

us there

to hold hands,

like in a circle.

Family?

Where’d they

all

go?

Some cried.

Some died.

Some went

& tried out

new families

to see if they fit

better.

I should write

about my family

in a Christmas letter -

I boast

it would be

more interesting

than most,

I could tell

about our

missing person

& the tattoo artist

&

the guy who blows

glass pipes – Hey!

not your ord’nary types.

the missing person

missed Thanksgiving

all together &

the tat artist &

the glass blower

don’t do Thanksgiving

unless forced.

I, of course,

resist the temp-tation

to require they attend

which is why

I’m in a family square.

Mebbe one day

Our square could

grow

into

a rectangle -

if we could dangle

a carrot

in front of a

lonely soul

looking for a

square meal.

I say,

Deal!

 

Long, Long before Starbucks

Long, Long before Starbucks, an article in 1956 Family Circle

This is a truth-stretching poem, but I’m allowed, because Thanksgiving (tomorrow) is clearly all about Family. Didn’t Norman Rockwell decide that for us? Well, truth is, our Thanksgiving turkey keeps getting smaller and smaller as attrition and other issues shrink our tribe. These vintage magazines are fun to read and compare & contrast. Try it, you’ll like it.

 

The Sirens of Titan, Kurt Vonnegut, 1979

Another classic from Vonnegut

Another classic from Vonnegut, 1979

Do you hear those

Sirens?

Not the wails of

the police or fire,

but the as-pir-ations

we all

aspire

to -

Do

you wanna be

America’s next

top modelly

or a

d-d-dancing star?

Is that your

Siren’s

call?

Well,

take a number,

Rin Tin Tin,

cuz

Everybody wants in!

Observe

just

how seductive the

Sirens’

rooty-toots

are

now that

Everybody wants

the winner’s loot

&

shots at fame!

Thanks, or not

thanks, Sirens -

your scin-till-ating

lure -

you can make it, sure!

has pulled the fools

within

Vonnegut knew

what few do

about the woes

that Sirens

sow

and,

so, he wrote

about it.

and we laughed

at the gaffes

of those who

hear the Sirens

sing

and still believe

it’s happening.

 

 

..."And so it goes...."

…”And so it goes….”

I’ve always loved the wit and wisdom of the great Kurt Vonnegut. This is a 4th printing of the 1979 quasi-sci-fi novel, The Sirens of Titan. Vintage hardcover novels by Vonnegut, in good condition, like this, are scarce as hens’ teeth — and we all know how scarce those are! From Delacorte Press.

In The Russian Style, 1976

 

edited by Jacqueline Onassis

edited by Jacqueline Onassis

What am I

to make of

The Russian

Style?

Is it Putin -

puttin’ on the

Ritz with

Olympic

glitz?

Is it bold soldiers

in tanks

crossing banks

of rivers they

now call their

own?

There’s a Russian

Vogue,

mind you,

with fashions

that

may be more

rogue than

Paris or Milan -

certainly, more fur :

sable & fox,

for sure

There are foxes

everywhere in

Russia,

on and off

the runway.

sleek and sly

with

cunning  guile -

that, to me,

is

Russian Style

 

Long, long ago, Russian Style

Long, long ago, Russian Style

This lovely book, In The Russian Style, from 1976, was edited by Jacqueline Onassis, with the cooperation of The Metropolitan Museum of Art. The book surveys the lavish history of Russia and its “six exuberant sovereigns”, (circa 1700s-early 1900s). According to the book, “their achievements and transgressions…were on so grand and inventive a scale that they surpassed extravagance.”  The book displays palaces, furnishings, jewels, objects d’art and extraordinary clothing. Perhaps we have all forgotten luxurious Russia; this book will remind us. Illustrated with b/w drawings and color plates. 184-page hardcover from The Viking Press.

Now That You’re Going –

every hour

is stolen

every minute

ripped from

the hands of

the

clock

I can not

block

time passing,

even if I

could -

the

seconds are

enormous

now,

they

count

count

count

the tiny beats

your tiny heart

makes

and, even so,

we

can not slow

them.  we

must

add them up

&

they

amount

to

time running

out

nothing can stop

the sync

no matter

what we think

no matter

how

our heart breaks

if you

must go,

then, hurry

please,

go now

before

the breeze

becomes a

whisper.

go now,

while banshees

howl the wind -

ride it fast

ride it strong,

but

ride the wind.

I pray it

takes

you to

the gentle place

where time

and space

mean

nil &

you are safe

inside.

if you must

go, then,

go quickly

while the wind

is strong

& I will sing

that Song,

so long

so long

 

 

After Dylan Thomas’ poem,  Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night

mechanics of the mind

a study of the brain, 1977

a study of the brain, 1977

my brain needs

a tune-up

it has been

drained

of all thoughts

of any con-se-quence

I need some oil.

I need a lube job.

I need a tube inserted

in my cortex to

take me to the

vortex

where every good

thing

exists

in time.

I need a

battery

it’s running low

hence,

I need a charge

I need a large

infusion of dendrites

to help the flow

go

on

and

on

and

on

I need

a mechanic

to look

under my

hood

and check

what needs

checking deep

inside

my mind.

I need

a mechanic

to fix what’s wrong

before too long –

if only

I could

find

a

good

one

what does this really mean?

what does this really mean?

Mechanics of the mind by Colin Blakemore is a 1977 study of the brain by one of Britain’s most controversial/well-respected scientists. This was a fairly early work on how the mind thinks, sleeps and memorizes. It’s thankfully illustrated with some catchy drawings & photos, so not all that dry. But Blakemore’s own biography might be more interesting – he was considered a great villain of Animal Rights’ activists, who cared more about how he treated sleeping kittens than how he figured the human mind sets its sleep clock. From Cambridge University Press, this 208-page hardcover is a fairly expensive book, if you can find it.

Steely Dan Heart

I have the

Steely Dan of

hearts.

You can not

beat me no more

you can not mean treat

me no more

or walk out

the door

or bang your head

against the wall

or call

my name

because I can’t

hear you no more

I Steely Danned my

heart against

any part

of  you

getting through

to me.

I cut up

the tears

with pinking

shears.

I froze up the

feelings I

had for you.

Okay, sure,

I’m bruised,

but I’m used

to healing

from your hurt

It’s

mind over matter

thinner not fatter

base-ball

not batter

morose, but

not sadder

I am over

the game – I

erased your

name.

you are chalk

dust

to me

a bicycle rusting

in the unpromised

land

Hell,

I’m

over you.

I’m

Steely Danned

 

Just another poem from the invisible poetry-cigarette; lingering smoke from ago. The cigarette would be Camel’s if I were cool, but I’m not. For a while, I attempted to smoke colored Nat Shermans, but they were too pretty to evoke smoke. (This one is not part of the daily-poem challenge)

The New Celebrity Cookbook by Shirley MacLaine

Celebrities Cooking in the 1970s

Celebrities Cooking in the 1970s

Celebrities

cooking? I

don’t think so.

Not many, any

way. Can you

really see

Cary Grant

in the kitchen,

whipping up a

souffle?  May be

not.

Or Edith Head,

putting down her

sewing thread

to dress a chicken

for dinner.

But

Hey, back then,

just like now,

there

were chefs for that.

Chefs who

knew

who Cary Grant was -

and even Edith Head.

Now, they’re dead

of course,

but their recipes

linger on

in books like

this one, edited

by Shirley MacLaine.

No doubt,

Shirley’s on another life

&

not editing cookbooks

any more.

If I wagered that,

I’d score.

Frank Sinatra's Spaghetti...

Frank Sinatra’s Spaghetti…

 

After The New Celebrity Cookbook, Edited by Shirley MacLaine. 1973 softcover from Price/Stern/Sloan. A 95-page softcover cookbook. Old-school (now) famous (not so much anymore) celebrities contributed “their” recipes to raise money for Women For: a non-profit feminist org. (It was the 70’s, kids). Book includes everything from soup to nuts!  First Courses – Potage Cressonniere (Lauren Bacall),Entrees – Beef Stroganoff (Natalie Wood), Desserts – Lemon and Tomato Sherbet (Henry Fonda). Recipes are signed with blue facsimile signatures; autograph collectors may want to compare! There’s money in once-famous celebrity autographs, but not so much their cookbooks.

Norma Jean

More pieces to the puzzling life of Marilyn Monroe

More pieces to the puzzling life of Marilyn Monroe

 

Why do you

‘spose we are

so fascinated

by Monroe.

Is it cuz we

don’t know

how she really

lived?

or how

she really

died?

We can’t pry

her open like

an oyster,

looking for

a pearl

of

truth

inside.

As it is,

she is frozen

in time,

still young,

in waning

youth, but

looking out, like

a forever

tease, from

Warhol’s silk screen –

the never-ending

eternal spiraling

goddess

movie sex queen.

’tis said

she had her

own light,

and

lit the night,

breathed

in

rare air,

which  she

exhaled

s  l  o  w  l  y

for effect.

well,

it worked,

didn’t it.

it worked

What Warhol Saw....

What Warhol Saw….

 

Norma Jean, The Life of Marilyn Monroe,  by Fred Lawrence Guiles. 1969. Hardcover from McGraw-Hill, a Book Club edition. Guiles researched Monroe’s life for five years. Josh Logan said, “It’s a fascinating book full of intimate detail. I couldn’t put it down.” And, neither could I.

Back Door Books at the #ThriftStore

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Look – I like

a bargain as

much as the next

guy. The lower

the price, the

more I buy –

but some times,

some thrift stores

are known

to set aside the

best do-nate-d stuff

before it’s shown –

for

“volunteers” who

just so happen

to

sell on-line.

Well, fine,

I sell on-line,

but I take my chance

at finding thrift shop

treasure

(brings me pleasure)

& some times,

chance is enough

to find something

great

(& so more pleasure).

But

today, I saw

a  shopper

helping

the thrift store clerk

do her work, and

price an old book.

I guessed,

after I left,

the helper/shopper would

buy

the book

at the price

he set.

well, you bet,

I blew my top

it was hard to

stop my rant

I looked like

someone’s crazy aunt

spitting words and

dressing down

the sneaky “volunteer”  I

found.

Oh, Co-op-er-ate

all you like,

kids. Help

and Help

and Help

some more,

it’s so good

for your moral core -

but don’t self-serve

what you don’t deserve

&

don’t pretend,

to any end,

there’s no back

door at the

#thriftstore.

 

Hello! This poem is clearly not about the recently popular song,”Thrift Shop” by Macklemore, even though the lyrics rhyme – occasionally. This is about my rant today at a certain un-named thrift store, which I visit infrequently and where I poke around.  Lest you misunderstand, the old book the “helper” was pricing for the thrift store clerk was threadbare, in a fair to poor state – so envy has no part in this poesie. I swear