Thursday, January 31, 2008
She wears an Egyptian ring
Google is playing with my brains again.
Tells me all sorts of useful things when I try to blog.
"You are currently using 15MG (1%) of your 104MB.
What in *(*&%% are they talking about?
All I'm trying to do is put up a blog.
Well, I hope blogger lets me throw in italics and all kinds of fancy sh*t I want to do...But likely not. They are f*cked!
Ah well, it's a politically incorrect and somewhat prurient blog to begin with.
And so we begin:
"You haven't had any attention down there for a while, have you," the gypsy girl is saying.
"I too, have been alone, and for a long time."
Well. Two loners with gregarious tendencies get together.
It's not quite a parody on the old song, "My boyfriend's back
And there gonna be laundry," but it was something like that.
How is it that we end up alone sometimes.
From the very beginning, girls and women have made a huge fuss over me, as, I suppose, men have made over the beautiful gypsy girl. We have a surfeit of sex, and then, suddenly none at all.
But there is always the transitional person.
And old pop song by Melanie Safka:
You take the same subway that I do
You go the same direction too
And it ain't right
We never met before today
(I'm afraid to say)
We'll have a meeting, invite everyone we know...
Well, yes, there was the meeting, and we did invite everyone we knew, though largely "rounders" and lost people, a little like ourselves.
Screw up your marriage and you end up in the world of shot horses and fallen women, as Flaubert might say.
But what did Flaubert know?
Every time his long-distance girlfriend would come to see him, he would throw her out.
Why, after all his letters of intimacy and endearment?
Well, another song, not quite politically correct, a play on Puff, the Magic Dragon.
"Puff, the tragic faggot
Worked for the CBC
Went around the vestibules
Goosing you and me..."
Flaubert and his real needs.
Ah, we have needs, but the head gets in the way of the project at hand, a man's shift-lever mechanism sometimes fails--it is the guilt of it all; you should be with your wife.
Hemingway says the most noble thing a man can do is put a knife to his lower head and a gun to his upper head, but that, I think is pretty extreme. I don't want to go along with that object lesson.
Back to the transitional woman.
"Isis," she would say and you knew damn well that was really the case.
"Fix ya." And she did.
"She wears an Egyptian ring
Sparkles when she speaks"
Ooh-ooh. Gypsy woman.
"Zagrai Cyganka," I hear in old Slavonic.
Play something, gypsy girl. Play me.
Well, better than poor old Puff.
"Puff, the tragic faggot
Sat there on the shelf
Couldn't find a .... to grab
So he ended up grabbing himself.
Here's to an oil change.
Here's to writing the unwritable...Again?
AND DAMN GOOGLE. SCREWED UP MY ITALICIZED SONG LYRICS AGAIN.
MAYBE GOOGLE IS TRYING TO TELL ME SOMETHING...MY LATE PAYMENT ON MY INTERNET BILL?