Birthday Haiku!

Narcissus – the birth flower for March.  Aptly named, for all you Pisces/Aries types?

a birthday so sweet
for the girl with the pink hat
with the short short hair

effervescent pink
happy birthday,  sexy bitch
you’re all kinds of old!

I’m a birthday cat
please rub my fuzzy belly
rub it now or DIE!

wee baby kittens
jumping and playing with stuff
endless soft touches

birthdays are like sex
wet, sticky and sometimes hot
baby kitten pie

you are the killer
of all that is Hobbit-like
magic and whispers

life spinning you by
like sand through the hourglass bitch
that’s what it’s about

pie, pie, pie and cake!
benedict and such happy
Hobbits are skittles

I can’t pretend that any of that makes any sense, but that’s you problem.  Oh, did you want some logic and formalism with your surreal poetry?  Maybe if you cry hard enough, Salvador Dali will come by and slap you with a fish.  Or maybe a tiny painting of a fish.  That’ll teach you.  CURB YOUR EXPECTATIONS! {[,]l[,]}

Um, I mean… I hope you liked those.   Yeah.

-BRP

It’s like a simile…

    Big props to Epic, for finally acquiring this list from his class.  “Similes and Comparisons” is the title and if I recall correctly, it’s cribbed from various ‘pulp’ novels (classic detective fiction at least).  It reads like… well, it’s like… something.

Let your eyes feast on these words.  Imagine that they describe someone in particular.

As noiseless as a finger in a glove
Lower than a badger’s balls
As systematic as a madam counting the take
About as French as a doughnut
His face was long enough to wrap twice around his neck
As much sex appeal as a turtle
A nose like a straphanger’s elbow
As clean as an angel’s neck
Smart as a hole through nothing
A face like a collapsed lung
So tight his head squeaks when he takes his hat off
As cold as a nun’s breeches
High enough to have snow on him
As shiny as a clubwoman’s nose
He sipped like a hummingbird drinking dew from a curled leaf
As gaudy as a chiropractor’s chart
A mouth like wilted lettuce
His smile was wide, about three-quarters of an inch
A thready smile
As cold as Finnegan’s feet
As rare as a fat postman
The triangular eye of a squirrel
Longer than a round trip to Siam
As cute as a washtub
Lonely as a caboose of a fifty car freight
A great long gallows of a man with a ravaged face and a haggard eye
A sea sick albatross

Wow.  What a trip, eh?  See if you can guess who the author of the majority of that is – Raymond Chandler, or Dashiell Hammett?

Let’s get it on

This is a joint venture, although very few actual drugs were involved.  Caffeine, mostly.  For well over ten years, my insane friends and I have set aside Thursday night as coffee night – even when it’s Wednesday.  This time has been used for many purposes:

• Art projects
• Conspiracy plotting
• Political discussion
• Gossip (personal & imaginary)
• Simple social interaction

and most often,

• Surrealist games!

In my next post, I will post a sample of some of our collaborative work.  Just to give an idea of what kind of madness we get up to.  Maybe I’ll post up some pics, some video, some audio… who knows?

In general, I don’t know what the hell we’ll use this blog for.  I just know that it’s long past due that we put something here.  It could be a useful repository of our work, or just a place to blather on about nothing in particular.

If you are a former “Thursday Nighter”, please post a comment somewhere in here – or at least drop me a line.  I miss you and love you all, as my close and personal friends.  Word.

Likewise, if you have any suggestions for entertaining things to do with this blog, feel free to harass me with your superior insights.  I’m always prepared to bend over backwards to please anonymous harpies with no tact.  Uh, I mean, your advice would be greatly appreciated.  Thank you.

-BRP