Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Michele Bauer's Trip to the Chapel

Remembering, wondering whatever came of Michele Bauer. She had married Walter Mattheau's son, whom she meet kind of via me, via Greg Davis, whose Dad, the late oil tycoon who bought Fox back in the early 1980's I believe.. maybe it was just the studios, or I don't' know?!? I know or think I know that it is now owned by Rupert Murdoch.

But that's not my point. Greg was my roomie for a short time at USC, and Michele ran off with him to party at his bungalow at the Beverly Hills Hotel, and met Charlie there. And they dated for years, and finally they married in the late 80's or early 90's. That was the last time I saw Michele. I was living in Sierra Madre at the time, in Munchkin Land, up in the canyon. She came by a couple times to visit and was upset because Charlie was asking her to sign a Prenup agreement.

She wanted to dump him but then relented, and I guess it was a good thing for Charlie because recently I saw Charlie's picture in the newspaper, with a new wife on his arm, a blonde, and no mention of Michele; just that it was his second marriage.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Seventh Heaven & the Seven Seas

she's in Seventh Heaven or so they say
& the evening news rolls & blends
images of hemorraghing violence in the restless
eastern sights

beyond the seven seas of crimson doubt
in her troubled heartland; an ocean apart
a dog's daydream, or poet's scene
in the husky voice of sailors
& Wenches on their starboard side.

this thing never grows old or cold
in a brand new day you might find a way
to dance sublime in a crystal cage

dispel Jesus, yet embrace a cloister's crown
the same Jewel the builder tosses out, the cornerstone
to her crown in the (Night She is Splendid.)

Grow without
& within the gilded cage built by men

who walk in circles
with their heads down & bowed
before an unseen God & an UnSeen Mind

a voice beyond the voices, but hearing voices is insanity.

wake into a new of hearing saner voices in between thing
& the white spaces in between the black lines of words.

Friday, August 04, 2006

Hell Yes I listen to Jeff Ward

Well, I've been wanting to write for some time, and here it is August 4th and I haven't updated my blog in a few days.

Jeff Ward, BTW, is the only, and I MEAN THE ONLY reason to listen to KLBJ-AM here in Austin Texas. The rest of the programming: Rush Limblah, the cantankerous Neil Boorring Bortz, Fox News every hour for news. And yet Jeff has the nerve to actually make fun of his employers.

He is mostly libertarian, and not too fond of Big Brother Republicans. He can be pretty in a deadpan almost self-deprecating kind of a way, likes Van Halen and AC/DC for bumper music, and, oh he's a big sports guy too. Loves football, is overly analytical but hell, he knows football. I guess he was place kicker for the Longhorns and even played for Cowboys, I hear.

I've always wanted to make up some bumper sticker that reads: Hell Yes I listen to Jeff Ward.