Tuesday, July 27, 2010
the coming
dead is the wind
just as the dead
numbness overflows,
creeps in my head
where has she gone?
why am I here?
if now I'm not here,
Are not we both dead?
just as the dead
numbness overflows,
creeps in my head
where has she gone?
why am I here?
if now I'm not here,
Are not we both dead?
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~Posts from the Basement~ III
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 463 Jul 9 2:18pm
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Hervey never came back for the cottonball pickles, they're all yours Ron when you return next week.
I found some skittles under a flap of frayed carpet by mistake. I bet they taste like dead popcorn.
There's a framed picture of Uncle Buck and Clemmy next to the snowshoes posing with 10 fish on a chain and both gripping Schlitz popoff cans. I had to dust the spiderwebs off to see it. I never knew Clem had teeth and Buck looked like Jeff Reardon with curly chest hair and a Rollie Fingers mustachio. They looked like they were on uppers and hash.
The schaefer is gone but I peeked out the window at the big lady with the mooseknuckle. She was carrying a 30 pack of Guiness. I am getting out of this mess. Get me some brew.
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 463 Jul 9 2:18pm
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Hervey never came back for the cottonball pickles, they're all yours Ron when you return next week.
I found some skittles under a flap of frayed carpet by mistake. I bet they taste like dead popcorn.
There's a framed picture of Uncle Buck and Clemmy next to the snowshoes posing with 10 fish on a chain and both gripping Schlitz popoff cans. I had to dust the spiderwebs off to see it. I never knew Clem had teeth and Buck looked like Jeff Reardon with curly chest hair and a Rollie Fingers mustachio. They looked like they were on uppers and hash.
The schaefer is gone but I peeked out the window at the big lady with the mooseknuckle. She was carrying a 30 pack of Guiness. I am getting out of this mess. Get me some brew.
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~Posts From the Basement~ II
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 454 Jul 8 2:24pm
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I was just eating my clammy kivers from Clemmy's bucket and Uncle Hervey showed up with some firecrackers and dirty pictures. He wasn't dead, but I thought he was at first. He said he had been living in cousin Danny's old shack up near firepit #4.
He wanted to hug me, but I just tossed him a warm Schaefer and took a couple steps back. He wanted to sell me an E.T. doll but I reminded him that I wasn't into dolls anymore and besides, he picked that off the bulkhead steps. I could tell he tried to brush off the hairballs.
He was quickly drawn to the A-Team pinball machine, a beam of radiance in a murky pit. I didnt like the way he was eyeing it.
So I gave him a kiver and he threw up a little, and said he enjoyed the kiver anyway. But next he took out the dirtiest handkerchief I have ever seen and wiped the muck from his chin. I think he made it cleaner.
Now he's gone and I'm wondering where Uncle Clem is.
But at least Uncle Hervey left his firecrackers laying on the pinball machine. He'll be back for the cottonball pickles.
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 454 Jul 8 2:24pm
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I was just eating my clammy kivers from Clemmy's bucket and Uncle Hervey showed up with some firecrackers and dirty pictures. He wasn't dead, but I thought he was at first. He said he had been living in cousin Danny's old shack up near firepit #4.
He wanted to hug me, but I just tossed him a warm Schaefer and took a couple steps back. He wanted to sell me an E.T. doll but I reminded him that I wasn't into dolls anymore and besides, he picked that off the bulkhead steps. I could tell he tried to brush off the hairballs.
He was quickly drawn to the A-Team pinball machine, a beam of radiance in a murky pit. I didnt like the way he was eyeing it.
So I gave him a kiver and he threw up a little, and said he enjoyed the kiver anyway. But next he took out the dirtiest handkerchief I have ever seen and wiped the muck from his chin. I think he made it cleaner.
Now he's gone and I'm wondering where Uncle Clem is.
But at least Uncle Hervey left his firecrackers laying on the pinball machine. He'll be back for the cottonball pickles.
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~Posts From the Basement~
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 453 Jul 8 1:57pm
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Last night I used an empty Bounce box as a pillow. The cat took a pee on my last good trash bag with Uncle Clem's old chair stuffing.
I sometimes wonder what happened to the litter box...but then I always decide it's better not to.
This morning, I saw the ghost of Uncle Clem ascending the bulkhead with his lantern and a jar of worms. He was humming Scent of a Mule. I can still see the copies of Penthouse and Hustler under his bed, but I try not to go in that room much unless I'm looking for a jitterbug lure. No, I dont fish anymore, but the jitterbug hooks come in handy when I want to cook hebrew national frankfurters on my hotplate. I sometimes set it up in the boathouse and pretend its a fishfry like in 1975.
I'm hoping they don't shut off the electricity this week because I almost beat my high score of 6,433,973 in A-Team pinball on nothing but stale chicken biscuits and Sweet Life cola.
I tried to trade that Andy Van Slyke card to Clem for a new atari paddle but he said just because he's dead, he's not a miracle worker. He gave me Meatballs on beta instead.
Time for lunch. mmmm.....Clemmy left me kivers in a bucket.
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 453 Jul 8 1:57pm
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Last night I used an empty Bounce box as a pillow. The cat took a pee on my last good trash bag with Uncle Clem's old chair stuffing.
I sometimes wonder what happened to the litter box...but then I always decide it's better not to.
This morning, I saw the ghost of Uncle Clem ascending the bulkhead with his lantern and a jar of worms. He was humming Scent of a Mule. I can still see the copies of Penthouse and Hustler under his bed, but I try not to go in that room much unless I'm looking for a jitterbug lure. No, I dont fish anymore, but the jitterbug hooks come in handy when I want to cook hebrew national frankfurters on my hotplate. I sometimes set it up in the boathouse and pretend its a fishfry like in 1975.
I'm hoping they don't shut off the electricity this week because I almost beat my high score of 6,433,973 in A-Team pinball on nothing but stale chicken biscuits and Sweet Life cola.
I tried to trade that Andy Van Slyke card to Clem for a new atari paddle but he said just because he's dead, he's not a miracle worker. He gave me Meatballs on beta instead.
Time for lunch. mmmm.....Clemmy left me kivers in a bucket.
this blog
it could be a new creative outlet and place to focus my energies for my writing
it could be just an experiment.
it could be just a journal.
But first, it's going to get silly and wacky.
In my fantasy baseball league, I was never in last place or even close to last, to this degree, until this year. Thus, the Basement Posts were born....a sort of exercise to connect with ghosts of my past and portray them in strange ways, focusing on imagery and the creation of an onsetting sense of paranoia and isolation (ok thats a stretch I was having too much fun) yet riddled with odd humor, as my character lives in the metaphorical "basement" -- a way to vent and represent being in last place in my obnoxious and loudmouthed fantasy baseball league which I love like my own family.
it could be just an experiment.
it could be just a journal.
But first, it's going to get silly and wacky.
In my fantasy baseball league, I was never in last place or even close to last, to this degree, until this year. Thus, the Basement Posts were born....a sort of exercise to connect with ghosts of my past and portray them in strange ways, focusing on imagery and the creation of an onsetting sense of paranoia and isolation (ok thats a stretch I was having too much fun) yet riddled with odd humor, as my character lives in the metaphorical "basement" -- a way to vent and represent being in last place in my obnoxious and loudmouthed fantasy baseball league which I love like my own family.
The Groundwork
Re: Martin
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 483 Jul 13 9:18pm
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However I have been doing a little writing lately and my creative juices are flowing. The Basement posts made me a bit giddy. The Hervey and Clemmy characters are based on real people...which falls within Hemingway's basic approach to his literature: a good writer always knows FAR more about characters than he lets the reader in on. By using this method, the writer creates an "otherness" which the reader can only wonder about. Old Man and the Sea could have been over 1000 pages according to Hemingway because he knew every person intricately in that fishing village, but most weren't even mentioned once.
I have recently had a few breakthroughs with regard to my storyline of the book I will write one day. Also, I am reading Moby Dick for the first time and Melville's frequent dips into the unconscious and the way he describes and explains situations makes time slow down. I feel like my time is slowing down too perhaps, and when that happens, pockets of time open up.....thus the Basement posts.
Posted by: Mike (Character Zero) Message ID: 483 Jul 13 9:18pm
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However I have been doing a little writing lately and my creative juices are flowing. The Basement posts made me a bit giddy. The Hervey and Clemmy characters are based on real people...which falls within Hemingway's basic approach to his literature: a good writer always knows FAR more about characters than he lets the reader in on. By using this method, the writer creates an "otherness" which the reader can only wonder about. Old Man and the Sea could have been over 1000 pages according to Hemingway because he knew every person intricately in that fishing village, but most weren't even mentioned once.
I have recently had a few breakthroughs with regard to my storyline of the book I will write one day. Also, I am reading Moby Dick for the first time and Melville's frequent dips into the unconscious and the way he describes and explains situations makes time slow down. I feel like my time is slowing down too perhaps, and when that happens, pockets of time open up.....thus the Basement posts.
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