In a World Without Hope...and Pants!

There are moments when just looking at this photo cheers me up.

A Few Poems From Mo Watson's Book, Martian Beer and Pizza.

Dieting

Ralph began the
awful task
of digging
the hole
he wondered
with
shovel in filthy
fat hand
with sweat pouring from
his massive brow
if there was a way to
figure exactly
how many calories he
was burning digging
this deep hole
for the body of
his
dead
best
friend

Condiments

I do not
relish
drama
I prefer
to put
mustard
on it.

Martian Beer and Pizza

When they
arrived
by the
thousands in
their cigar-shaped
ships
they beamed a terrible
message that
all of us could hear
and understand
they came
for the water and
something
awesome
that was contained
in the earth's
core
the voice said
we
must crack
the earth
like an egg to
get
it
so
sorry
humans
the earth
as you know it is
through
but
the voice went on
to say
there will be
free
beer and
pizza available to
all
until you are
blotted out
for all time
I
for one
was
cool
with
that.

From Mo Watson's book, Martian Beer and Pizza. Published in 2010 by Please Remove Your Hat Lady, I Can't See the Movie Press

The Ghouls in My Haberdashery Dictionary

Funky:



Incongruous:



Maudlin:

Acid Jam...Again!

Word is this was a big underground hit in Germany at the time.  I would have liked to have been at that underground party.    

Saccharine Everythings, Part 48 or Maelstrom Shmaelstrom I'm Taking a Nap.

I long to screw up a snooty society party.



I forget where I snagged this photo. All I can say is that there is something about it that makes me depressed.



I began College in 1987. I was ready academically, but emotionally I was a wreck. My father died that year. The woman I was dating (who was ten years older than me) broke up with me the day before my first class. I felt (quoting the great Richard Brautigan here) "like a sewing machine that's just finished sewing a turd to a garbage can lid.”

The College's library had a copy of the book pictured above. I spent a lot of time in the library back then. More specifically, I spent time in the libraries smoking room. It's hard to imagine one could lite up a butt in a room in close proximity to microfilms and rare research texts, but it was the case back then...

I spent much of the time with that book, a book that contained critical studies of Leonard Cohen's novels and poems, and a collection of English dirty limericks that dated back to the Victorian era.

Each one helped me out of a depression so thick and deep that I could actually cut slices of it and serve it as a party snack. 

Depression (when served hot) tastes like French pastries.

I miss spending hours in libraries and smoking cigarettes.



Now - in 2012 - this is the sort of thing that washes the blues away

Thee Cormans

Everything about Thee Cormans speaks to me.

Halloween Hangover.

I will not go gentle into the Christmas Season. 

This post goes out to my late Grandma Murk.

She realized the young me was obsessed with horror films, so she exploited that love by spoiling me rotten with monster gifts:

A Lon Chaney Sr. as the Phantom of the Opera Puzzle, any horror-themed comic that she found in the aisles of Mungo's Knick Knack Hole in Suckwater Township, Monster models,  weird books (from Edgar Allan Poe to this odd one from Edgar Rice Burroughs), novelty records (she turned me on to the Benny Bell classic, Shaving Cream) and old time horror-themed radio.


So in her honor here is Peter Lorre in The Black Cat which was part of the Mystery in the Air radio series.  It originally aired on September 18, 1947.

Peter Lorre in The Black Cat by Hallandgorcey


The announcer is one Harry Morgan of Dragnet and MASH fame.  As of this writing, Harry is still among us!