Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
It was at Kitzbuhel, not Gstaad
where I saw Polanski--up close--
in a skislope cafeteria line, red snowsuit size small,
sliding slowly along the rails
a tray of wiener schnitzel mit pommes und ketchup
Like Everybody Else.
He had his two young children with him.
Like Everybody Else.
I wanted to say, "Hey, nice work on 'Chinatown'"
but didn't. As usual, faced with a celebrity icon, I fell silent.
Now I remember and think:
Do we forgive a man a heinous crime
because of his art, or because
his life has been filled with tragedy
or because he only did what everybody else
was doing in Jack and Anjelica's Casa California
or because an asshole judge lied to him
or because the French crypto-intelligentsia
says it must be so?
Maybe. But probably not.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
"Is Socialism dead?" my morning headline so screams.
Europe's Left can't get anything right, it seems.
Just when Capitalism is raw red meat for Michael Moore
the only dark specter haunting us is a bore.
Anyway what about "dangerous European Socialism" does America fear:
six weeks vacation, longer life, fitter health, better beer?
Monday, September 28, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Recession is over, the market is back--
time to get back the Big Mac attack.
Forget whose default, no one's to blame,
hike up your graph is the name of the game.
Who'll pay the bills you may well ax
when no one is willing to pay more tax?
We'll cut waste and fraud, but don't worry hang loose,
we won't take away your precious abuse.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
“It is finished,”
He must have said
—the fool who felt himself
a boy and crowned himself
in the company of
His Personal Physician.
But all is not lost,
o mourning masses.
The coke-High Priests light candles,
give thanks that He died
—ascending the charts—
so that you may buy
a piece of history and
they may dwell forever
among the canyons.
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