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| American Author Robert Penn Warren (My New Discovery) |
As I mentioned, I am now listening to an audio book most of my day when by myself at work, read by a professional actor.
The book is: "All The King's Men" by Robert Penn Warren.
I have never read anything by RPW before, and I am totally awe struck by this book, published in 1946.
Apparently he wrote poetry too. It is all an incredible discovery of mine.
B: the only thing I can compare it to is my discovery of the stylistic clarity of the prose of Herman Melville, or later on Arthur Conan Doyle, and sometimes Dickens.
*Side note: Dumb of me, I thought, after about 20 years, that B was an inspiration of Milton, and then realized after a quick google, that it was Dante I was thinking of.
Oh well, trouble is a T which rhymes with P and River City Trouble is inevitable, which is the story of my life.
That is why I Love Nicole Kidman and Ann Coulter and Co. maybe.
I can put them all on pedestals, and worship them from afar, as I shrink and drink more and more.
Just another jerk and loser as I say.
But sorry, and to return: All The Kings Men received all the Ivy accolades and awards of the time too etc.
There are passages that make me want to weep almost.
It is like someone has unscrewed the top of my head and poured a goodly dose of Castrol GTX motor oil on my brain, and then screwed the skullcap back on and did a rolling bump start.
Or like what Cher said to that guy who had the missing hand in the movie: "Moonstruck", this novel is telling me my life.
The prose is very poetic, like a James Dickey Novel. (Also a Southern Writer) and I have an even greater respect for that rarely contemplated (By Myself) Southern school of American Literature than before.
There is a passage in the novel Re: Parent-Child relationships that I heard today that I will post here today or tomorrow, that is especially poignant, in light of my recent yammering, and harping upon parent to child relationships. (Old Johnny's still trying kid.)
I need to slow up on the posting now, and refer everyone to my many previous and unfinished stories (though finished in my head).
Maybe I will have a: "Go here to see what I am working on now" feature, if my aching liver and kidneys don't give out.
My whole body feels like crap.
So here again is my feeble musical effort of the other day, and please, if you have the time, read my commentary on the song and all my commentary on all my other songs on my youtube channel.
And, as always, your cover sheet and guide to understanding my blog here:
I have another silly banjo song I will post for the upcoming weekend called: "The Law School Song"
**And to all the recent Law School grads, go here to see a spoof on your job search efforts:
And I hope you laugh. My wife used to sometimes say I was really crying when I laughed. God how I miss her and married life sometimes.
But I think the story is funny anyway, and was laughing when I wrote-did it. And I threw in a mild, undermining jab at the SS Rocky Phenom.
Don't forget: I am a 300K indebted Social Pariah. I do not fit in anywhere. I have destroyed for life credit. I am underemployed and out of touch with everyone and everything.
It must be wonderful to have colleagues and friends and fit in somewhere. To be wanted and needed. To have a spouse, a parnerr or mate or whatever that you can say with all confidence Loves you in the most real sense.
As in the old Nat King Cole song, the greatest thing is to Love and be loved in return.
All I ever get, with all I ever do, is a handful of voluptuous water, with no substance.
And it is all my fault.
Anyway, this is all for now, until I finish AKM.
God how I wish I could be born again, and free of Debt and Sin and lifetime Shame.
I am very sorry to all in my life that I have wronged, and I apologize.
There is so much I want to say, but will never get the chance to do so.
I really, really am sorry for it all. I really am.
And No, I ain't gonna check into no rehab. All they will do is yell at me, and tell me all of my shortcomings etc. and I have had enough of that.
I have some days where the debt makes me so afraid I am almost completely immobilized or paralyzed.
I don't know where I live or belong anymore.
Maybe I am better of dead.
I wonder if people dream when they are dead.
Do people dream when they are dead?
Or do they walk around all fine and normal, or do they scream and howl in pain?
Or grin? Silly grins? Or sly grins? Or indebted and obligatory grins?
While Cherubs do celestial chores?
In the American heaven?
JD Painter
June 2, 6:34AM
What drivel from last night! But what the Fuck, I'll just leave all this shit here.
Fuck it.
Kid's contemplating Law School should see it.
Debt is an erosion and after it eats away at your world, it starts to gnaw away at you, starting with your mind, and then your body. This morning I feel like I've been through a wringer.
I'm sure to have a stroke soon. My blood pressure is through the roof with all the stress of my inescapable indebted life.
Kids, don't go to Law School.
And forgive the language. I'm going to be on a job site pretty soon, so I am warming up and practicing.
At least I have a great book to look forward to today.
And Hi to all the Aussies that seem to have adopted me. I say that because I'm getting lots of long views from The Land Down Under, and I'm flattered.
And HI to Nicole Kidman. I'm going to revisit the Regina Maris and get a few more pics, and post. I had a look at her about a month ago, and she is in deplorable shape now, and my sad Lady, the figurehead is as well. For those unfamiliar with the story of the Regina Maris, see here:
Don't forget: I am a 300K indebted Social Pariah. I do not fit in anywhere. I have destroyed for life credit. I am underemployed and out of touch with everyone and everything.
It must be wonderful to have colleagues and friends and fit in somewhere. To be wanted and needed. To have a spouse, a parnerr or mate or whatever that you can say with all confidence Loves you in the most real sense.
As in the old Nat King Cole song, the greatest thing is to Love and be loved in return.
All I ever get, with all I ever do, is a handful of voluptuous water, with no substance.
And it is all my fault.
Anyway, this is all for now, until I finish AKM.
God how I wish I could be born again, and free of Debt and Sin and lifetime Shame.
I am very sorry to all in my life that I have wronged, and I apologize.
There is so much I want to say, but will never get the chance to do so.
I really, really am sorry for it all. I really am.
And No, I ain't gonna check into no rehab. All they will do is yell at me, and tell me all of my shortcomings etc. and I have had enough of that.
I have some days where the debt makes me so afraid I am almost completely immobilized or paralyzed.
I don't know where I live or belong anymore.
Maybe I am better of dead.
I wonder if people dream when they are dead.
Do people dream when they are dead?
Or do they walk around all fine and normal, or do they scream and howl in pain?
Or grin? Silly grins? Or sly grins? Or indebted and obligatory grins?
While Cherubs do celestial chores?
In the American heaven?
_____________________________
Upon Graduation
(A Commencement Poem)
May all your dreams
never come true.
May you learn all that a life without Love
and bitterness
Has to offer.
May you go to bed every single night
with an indebted price
on your worthless head.
May everything you attempt
fall to ruin.
May you wind up in the gutter
and lost
and alone
and depressed
and half nuts.
May you start out with good intentions
and end up flushed down the crapper
along with all the other rude awakenings
the effluence of an alien society.
Dumped into an Ocean of despair
Holy waste.
JD Painter
__________________________________
June 2, 6:34AM
What drivel from last night! But what the Fuck, I'll just leave all this shit here.
Fuck it.
Kid's contemplating Law School should see it.
Debt is an erosion and after it eats away at your world, it starts to gnaw away at you, starting with your mind, and then your body. This morning I feel like I've been through a wringer.
I'm sure to have a stroke soon. My blood pressure is through the roof with all the stress of my inescapable indebted life.
Kids, don't go to Law School.
And forgive the language. I'm going to be on a job site pretty soon, so I am warming up and practicing.
At least I have a great book to look forward to today.
And Hi to all the Aussies that seem to have adopted me. I say that because I'm getting lots of long views from The Land Down Under, and I'm flattered.
And HI to Nicole Kidman. I'm going to revisit the Regina Maris and get a few more pics, and post. I had a look at her about a month ago, and she is in deplorable shape now, and my sad Lady, the figurehead is as well. For those unfamiliar with the story of the Regina Maris, see here:
