Abe Vigoda on ee cummings

 

mr youse needn't be so spry

concernin questions arty
each has his tastes but as for i
i likes a certain party
gimme the he-man's solid bliss
for youse ideas i'll match youse
a pretty girl who naked is
is worth a million statues

but i don't care

because i look like jim from the office

in my younger days.

Breaking news

I hope Trooper can withstand the shock:

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 a total stranger one black day

knocked living the hell out of me--
who found forgiveness hard because
my(as it happened)self he was
-but now that fiend and i are such
immortal friends the other's each

tribe

you say yes

i say how

It's something you can't refuse

There is a new series about the making of one of the greatest films of all time. The Offer details the making of the Godfather. It is really good.

It is basically the story of Al Ruddy who was the producer. Since it was taken from his book it portrays him as the all-powerful hero like Superman. He never quits and always figures out the right thing to get the movie made. It is very one sided but still enjoyable.

They really show what a Hollywood sleaze ball Robert Evans was and what a Wall Street pyscho Charles Bludhorn who ran Gulf and Western was in real life. The corporate politics are the crux of the movie, but the most enjoyable part is watching actors portray the original cast. The guy who plays Al Pacino is particularly good.

I especially enjoyed the portrayal of Joe Colombo who is never depicted in Mafia movies in any real way. They caught the awkward essence of Colombo and the raging psychosis of Crazy Joe Gallo but really missed the boat on the oily snake that was Carlo Gambino. It almost through me out of the show but the other characterizations redeemed the effort.

I heartily recommend it to fans of the genre or if you just want a show to watch.

Take the show and leave the cannoli. 

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let’s live suddenly without thinking

under honest trees,
                        a stream
does.the brain of cleverly-crinkling
-white tunics pursues the angry dream
of the shore. By midnight,
                                a moon
scratches the skin of the your healthy hills

an edged nothing begins to prune my shorts

let’s live like the light that kills
and let’s as silence,
                            because Whirl’s after all:
(after me)love,and after you.
I occasionally feel viagra how
viagra idon’t know tenuous Now-
spears and The Then-arrows making do
our mouths something red,something tall

if it lasts more than an hour
call my doctor. 

And your sister.

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being
twelve
who hast merely
gonorrhea

            Oldeyed
child, to
ambitious weeness
of boots

tiny
add
death
what

shall?

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Buffalo Bill ’s
defunct
               who used to
               ride a watersmooth-silver
                                                              stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
                                                                                              Jesus
he was a handsome man
                                            and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death

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may i feel said he
(i'll squeal said she
just once said he)
it's fun said she


(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she


(let's go said he
not too far said she
what's too far said he
where you are said she)


may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she


may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you're willing said he
(but you're killing said she


but it's life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she

may i touch your tusch
as if i were george bush
yes she said
as his pinch bled

(tiptop said he
don't stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she


(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you're divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

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in spite of everything
which breathes and moves,since Mount Doom
(with white longest hands
neatening each crease)
will smooth entirely our minds 

-before leaving my room
i turn,and(stooping
through the morning)kiss
this pillow,dear
where our heads lived and were

in mordor
when the orcs came 
and made hillary their queen.

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If I Should Sleep With A Lady Called Death

if I should sleep with a lady called death
get another man with firmer lips
to take your new mouth in his teeth
(hips pumping pleasure into hips).

Seeing how the limp huddling string
of your smile over his body squirms
kissingly, I will bring you  every spring
handfuls of little normal worms.

Dress deftly your flesh in stupid stuffs,
phrase the immense weapon of your hair.
Understanding why his eye laughs,
I will bring you every year

something which is worth the whole,
an inch of nothing for your soul.

WKRLEM- A Moment of Clarity

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it is funny, you will be dead some day.
By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean
the unique and nervously obscene

need;it’s funny.  They will all be dead

knead of lustfulhunched deeplytoplay
lips and stare the gross fuzzy-pash
—dead—and the dark gold delicately smash….
grass,and the stars,of my shoulder in stead.

It is a funny,thing.  And you will be

and i and all the days and nights that matter
knocked by sun moon jabbed jerked with ecstasy
….tremble (not knowing how much better

than me will you like the rain’s face and

the rich improbable hands of the Wind)

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my sweet old etcetera
aunt lucy during the recent
war could and what
is more did tell you just
what everybody was fighting
for,
my sister
isabel created hundreds
(and
hundreds) of socks not to
mention shirts fleaproof earwarmers
etcetera wristers etcetera, my
mother hoped that
i would die etcetera
when I heard
she had a three way 
at ballet with Abe Vigoda,
bravely of course my father used
to become hoarse talking about how it was
a privilege and if only he
could meanwhile my
self etcetera lay quietly
in the deep mud et
cetera
(dreaming,
et
cetera, of
Your smile
eyes knees and of your Etcetera)

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the way to hump a cow is not
to get yourself a stool
but draw a line around the spot
and call it beautifool

to multiply because and why
dividing thens by nows
and adding and(i understand)
is hows to hump a cows

the way to hump a cow is not
to elevate your tool
but drop a penny in the slot
and bellow like a bool

to lay a wreath from ancient greath
on insulated brows
(while tossing boms at uncle toms
is hows to hump a cows

the way to hump a cow is not
to push and then to pull
but practicing the art of swot
to preach the golden rull

to vote for me(all decent mem
and wonens will allows
which if they don't to hell with them)
is hows to hump a cows

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Where's Madge then,
Madge and her men?
buried with
Alice in her hair,
(but if you ask the rain
he'll not tell where.)

beauty makes terms
with time and his worms,
when loveliness
says sweetly Yes
to wind and cold;
and how much earth
is Madge worth?
Inquire of the flower that sways in the autumn
she will never guess.
but i know

my heart fell dead before.

Where's Madge then,
I am soaking in it.

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i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of your body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of your flesh Connie Francis
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

I will rape you in the motel room of your mind
              After George Hamilton 
gets his tan.

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it is funny, you will be dead some day.
By you the mouth hair eyes,and i mean
the unique and nervously obscene

need;it’s funny.  They will all be dead

knead of lustfulhunched deeplytoplay
lips and stare the gross fuzzy-pash
—dead—and the dark gold delicately smash….
grass,and the stars,of my shoulder in stead.

It is a funny,thing.  And you will be

and i and all the days and nights that matter
knocked by sun moon jabbed jerked with ecstasy
….tremble (not knowing how much better

than me will you like the rain’s face and

the rich improbable hands of the Wind)

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i like my body when it is with your
body Jill Zarin. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like the feel of my
flacid member on leathery skin. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, the botoxed cheeks
and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr, tickling your Hitler 
mustache with my salvia slickened tongue
and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

but then everything is new

compared to me.