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An excerpt from the book:
radio blaring. “Hot shit, Hanoi
Her voice is prim
and meticulous. “Just as the gruesome
Japanese emperor worshippers of World
War Two had to drink
cup after cup of hot sake for their
ancestors’ sakes before launching
kamikaze flights, the barbaric
American Marines leaving Soc Trang
airfield this morning gorged on human
livers ripped from valiant
Vietnamese women and children in order
to work themselves into a
killing frenzy and ensnare our
freedom-loving people into their
materialistic slavery . . .”
Cochran interrupts. “To think of such a thing.
Having to ensnare anyone into
“. . . it is still
not too late, Marines, to come to the aid of the
Vietnamese freedom fighters and defend
our people and country
from the atrocities performed by the
Army of South Vietnamese
troops under orders from the
capitalistic puppet ruler Diem, that
traitor to the people of Vietnam who
lives in his opulent mansion on
his Mekong River estate, outside the
occupied capitol of Saigon
where the orders from the imperialists
are broadcast through the
puppet’s mouth in lies that cost our
people dearly in every hamlet
overrun by ARVN thugs machine-gunning
women and children, their
cries heard world-wide by all people
of the common bond begging
you Marines to abandon your misled
generals and join us on that day
when all men and women will stand side
by side as equals and free
peoples commonly joined in the
peaceful struggle against the true
enemies of mankind: hunger and want;
and now a song by one of your
favorite artists Rufus Thomas . . .
asked your mama for fiteen cents . . .
THAT HAPPENED BEFORE THIS, CLICK ON
FRIDAY, JANUARY 26, 2017
a book I'm reading:
MONDAY, JANUARY 22, 2017
Took in a couple of Oregon duck basketball
Bill Walton, Dave Pasch
and the Oregon Duck send greetings.
game, Bill had me sit in the announcer's chair
announced that day that Dead and Company would
be playing at
Autzen Stadium in Eugene on June 30. Bill came prepared.
When the duck
opens the trash can the crowd yells. He keeps
playing the yells, until the last loudest one.
SUNDAY, DECEMBER 31, 2017
OF 1017 WITH
NEW GREAT SONG FROM JAMES MCMURTRY
A SANTA KESEY STORY BY KEN BABBS ON
Live on Eric
Alan's show on KLCC radio
DECEMBER 10, 2017
the size of a license, on one side it said
"kard carrying prankster," and on
the other side was a perfect
replication of Neal Cassady's driver's license. I put it
in my wallet and then
forgot about it. About a year or so later I was pulled over
for a minor traffic
infraction and I accidentally gave the officer the "prankster card,"
and the officer took it, looked at it, turned it over, looked at it
to me and said, "okay, you can go!" I often wonder if that
cop was amused, startled
or a secret prankster himself.
lawnmower I use all winter as a small tractor to haul my trailer
around, mostly for moving firewood from the splitter to the woodshed,
went on the fritz; starter kaplooey. Not going to replace it myself, too
many tiny nuts and bolts in hard to reach places; instead, I'll haul it
to my mechanic friend, Markus Bennett.
First back the trailer up to the
mower, gonna be a tight fit. Next, raise the trailer front with the
tractor rear bar. Use a come-a-long to pull the mower
up onto the trailer, just barely fits.
Tow the trailer and riding lawnmower
down to a flat spot in the driveway and jack up the trailer to keep it
level and move the tractor out of the way.
Hook up the truck to the trailer and
drive to the mechanic. Now it sits, partially
fixed, waiting for the final put back together.
good old work truck, '74 Chevy half ton, 350 engine went on the fritz.
Not getting enough gas, even though
the fuel pump was working okay. Put
in a new carbueto
wouldn't start. Got a spark to the plugs, which was a good thing.
Didn't want to have
to deal with the electronic ignition,
the distributor all the way back to the firewall, too hard
for me to get at.
did the trick. Now, still
getting the idle smoothed out,
adjusting the two idle screws on the front of the carburetor.
at Lane Community College
is an element of mystery because it happens so many times. It’s best if
just quit arguing with it. It’s more than serendipity. It’s more than
coincidence. There’s a sense
of intelligence to it. This isn’t just random
magic, this is magic for our benefit. Things are arranged
with a red line drawn
under it saying Pay Attention To This.
is still paying attention. The kids are paying attention. But they’re
to the wrong thing. They’re paying attention to the loudest noise. If
you’re a kid of three or four and
your parents are paying attention to
television all the time, and you get in front of the television
there’s a gun battle going on, the parents will say, ‘Get out of the
kid is going
to say, ‘Look, what do I have to do to get attention?’ And what he
does is he goes out and gets a gun
and that’s the quickest way in the world to
get people’s attention. I think it’s going to be a good long
while before we
get over television and the gun shows. The Wild West attitude. Let’s
because we’re white. But we have to get over that attitude or we
won’t survive as a nation. We’ll tear
each other to
Perry earned a BA in poetry from the University of Iowa Writers'
author of two books of poetry and many published essays, interviews,
short stories. She was editor
and publisher of "Wild Dog Magazine,"
and the international literary journal, "Talus & Scree." She is
also the founder and former executive director of Writers On The Edge
Nye Beach Writers’ Series
and is the owner of Dancing Moon Press. This
interview was first published in Tin House Magazine April 2002.
TUESDAY, OCTOBER 31, 2017
MCCLANAHAN, OLD KENTUCKY FRIEND, WRITES ABOUT THE VALUE OF
LOCAL BOOKSTORES AS OUR EUGENE STORE, TSUNAMI BOOKS, IS FIGHTING
TO STAY OPEN.
book they sell lands in some local household, or better yet gets passed
several households; and if it’s a good and worthy book, its influence
that community may
be felt for generations. Good books have resonance; they
teach us how to behave, and our
behavior touches everyone around us. When a
book is read by all of us—or some of us, or
even just a few of us—, it connects
us to each other, via an intricate web of shared information.
You and I may not
know one another at all, but we both know Randle P. McMurphy very well.
an old joke about a little boy with a toothache. His mother sends him
who pulls the offending tooth. When the boy comes home holding his
still-aching jaw, his
mother says, “Well, how’s the toothache?”
toof don’t hurt,” the boy says ruefully, “but the toof-hole do.”
the effort to save Tsunami fails, the loss to Eugene’s arts community
incalculable. The toof-hole will hurt forever.
NOVEMBER 4, 2017
Fall is not ony in the air, it is on
the ground, covered with big maple leaves the rain knocked
off of the trees. It's the time for gathering of the bounty, which
The old reliable 74 chevy half ton
pickup, used for wood hauling, lost its fuel pump,
I put in a new one and since then the carburetor has been acting up, I
put in a new
one, now the truck won't start. Time to call in the professional.
Fortunately, before the truck went
belly up, I was able to cut and split a big load of
wood, split just enough to lift the chunks into the truck, but now the
to be split again into wood stove size.
And I've got the dude to do the
splitting, hydraulically speaking. Throw the chunks
into the trailer, pull it behind my riding lawnmower to the woodshed
seen in the
background, and stack the pieces to keep them dry.
SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 5, 2017
Been cleaning up the backyard, getting
rid of clutter and junk, many trips to the
dump and now the leaves have created a colorful carpet.
Front yard still a mess, why did I
think I could drag old motorhomes into the place and
tear them apart for scrap metal and recyclables and make some money?