CNN is awesome. I watch it quite often and almost think of it as
part of my thirty-something lifestyle.
Yet, my "geeky" intellectual questioning does not allow me
appeasement - And, as it's my nature, I feel the need to "scratch
the surface" and get-to-know a little more. Kind of like the "all
access" pass that I've become accustomed to "on the road."
Specifically, I possess a respect and liking for the hard working
"movers" like Paula Zahn, Bill Hemmer and Heidi Collins and would
like to see a documentary type segment on one or all three. If I had
to pick one, it would, of course, be Paula -as I think she is one of
the best things about TV right now. Nevertheless, I would really
like to see Paula, Bill and Heidi because I do think that all three
are hard working, in-touch, "movers."
For example, some of the things my wife and I would like to know
about are
-how long to they prepare?
-what types of things do they use to prepare?
-how much in-put do they have?
-hair and wardrobe?
-are clothes proivded?
-are styles suggested?
-how do they get their dry cleaning done w/ working all the time?
-how do they get common house-hold things done w/ working all the
time?
-what do they do to stay "in touch" and informed?
-what kind of music do they like?
-what kinds of foods and places to dine do they like?
-what kind of brands do they like?
-what's a typical and untypical work day and work week like?
-do they still get nervous?
-what do they think is the best part of their job?
-what do they think is the best part of being them?
Thank you for your attention.
Football Saturdays
a crowd blossomed
in front of the stadium
it was nearly kickoff
and sun blanketed the town
mountains nestled
town people & strangers
like a brother w/ big shoulders
& a congenial disposition
they were feverishly
foxy on three levels
and it wasn’t the devil
nor anyone from his descent
it was more religious than magical.
if religion used to be the opium
of the people before communist Russia,
then, today, football is our opium.
we drank, laughed and cheered.
the boy next to me said his father
called him his good luck charm
and, the way i perceived it,
he was.
penn state won
and we found night to be
equally magically delicious
Tumors
tumors grew in his body.
they were malignant
and were black & cancerous.
did he even deserve it?
he was quite famous.
worked his fingers to the bone
for everything he didn’t care
if he ever owned
he ate salads all day – drank fruit.
it’s never too late.
he became better.
a healing star crossed his path
it was her.
her in love from 1850
still there as she
performed a harmonic surgeory
it was a speedy recovery.
after they married.
“ebony & ivory”
BF surgeon & WM banker
-it was blessed by a Shaman-
Piano Tuner
It’s “late night”
-after hours-
The early a.m.
is a phantastic
blur.
Below a hotel
window, people
parade
Sidewalks crawl
like gentle
reptiles
Dogs aren’t barking
they are laughing
colors of turquoise
- sea green & clear
liquor
What do you look for
in a college town?
The apple of knowledge
hangs ripe & low
off these trees here
What you need
We got
Roaming souls
unleashed & in tune
when we open up
this piano
And just play
-some music-
Some music
that’s real
Real
like a piano tuner
in a college
town
w/ old
taverns &
pubs
Life sings
terrible songs
-terribly beautiful-
& inspiring
numbers that
were worked
on in desolate
basements
& in solitude.
Some in vain.
Some born
to endless
night - some
to daybreaking
hangovers
& headache
in full light
-And
I’ve been
puking
off the back
porch again
into the
flowers
Will you
forgive
me?
