Rodak's Writings: R.I.P David Bowie

Dark Dawn: 1/11/16

There had been signs and portents for a week.

Then the news rolled in all the way from 1947

like a glaze of ice on the rotation of the cybersphere,

like the Alberta Clipper that raged on the day

I was born in frozen Michigan:  Winter 2016

finally speaking in its natural tongue.

And now January, its white ribs exposed

as bitter, calcified truth, points an icy bone

and rattles off a merciless axiom:

As David Bowie can suddenly die, so too can you

Rants: Why Trump Will Win

The average American does not really believe that the government is "of the people, by the people, for the people." Neither, though self-identifying as "Christian," does he believe that Jesus is God, or that there actually is a personal God. The average American is, in truth, a nihilistic wanker, whose main interests are, in order of priority, a bellyful of sugary, salty "food" and a head full of phantasmagorical, Hollywood-produced garbage and intoxicants. Trump has got it made.

Reflections: Good-bye, 2015

If I were going to make a New Year's Resolution, it would be to revive this blog and spend less time on Facebook.

But I'm not going to make a New Year's Resolution.

Fuck it.

Happy New Year, nobody.

Rodak's Writings: The Hunger - a poem

X
X

The Hunger

Absolutely everything

is significant.

Absolutely nothing

is intrinsically meaningful.

Mind solders the connections

to make constructions

agreed upon as Real.

Existence is art:

the antidote, 

the alternative 

to nothingness.

But art is not Being

and the Universe

pays nothing for the work.

Be Real:

take an artist to lunch.

X

Reflections: The First GOP Debate

This is how my friend, Robert A George, ranked the opponents after last night's debate:

 1. Kasich
 2. Christie
 3. Rubio
 4. Paul
 5. Bush
 6. Trump
 7. Walker
 8. Carson
 9. Cruz
10. Huckabee

I think this is a pretty good take. I, however, was not as impressed with Rand Paul as Robert apparently was. I thought he came off looking like a prematurely aged, spoiled adolescent. I'd put Trump where Paul is, and rank Walker and Paul at 9 and 10 respectively. I think Carson at 8 is spot-on. I expected him to be better; he was lame. Ditto, Cruz--but I'd move him and Huckabee up by virtue of ranking Walker and Paul beneath them. Kasich is probably charismaticly challenged, but overall he was the least scary of the group. A Kasich-Fiorino ticket would be the one that I believe would draw the least scorn from the rest of the world. Perhaps it will emerge that Fiorino belongs on the top of that ticket.

Reflections: That Southern Heritage Thang

So, as I'm slowly coming to understand it in the aftermath of the much-publicized flag lowering in South Carolina, the Southern heritage symbolized by the Confederate flag was never about violent rebellion in defense of race slavery at all. 

Heaven forbid! 

The heritage thing was about the genteel lives lived by the refined and well-mannered gentlefolk abiding in the mansion on the hill during the glory days of the feudal plantation system. And it was also about: possum stew; women who relied on the kindness of strangers; jug band music; and pecan pie. 

So--besides catfish, red necks, coon dogs, boll weevils, the KKK,
and hook worm infestation--have I left anything out?

Rodak's Writings: a Poem

 

Big-Time Baby Blue

Beautiful body,

Braless, with body hair,

Barreling down the boulevard,

Bodacious bangers and

Bountiful booty bouncing,

Babe’s got the big bucks, the

Badass Benz, the Triumph

Bike, the boat docked by the

Beachfront bungalow.

Bangor to Boston,

Banksters bow when she

Blows by, big blues beaming bright.

Better bind up those balls, boys.

Best bet is this bad bitch bites.