A Little Book of Grandeur

I was cooking and baking last night, listening to Tom Verlaine's first solo record, (the only good one he's got) and it struck me that one could write 'grandeur' without all the crazed-terrible politics and manipulation - politics, at any rate, is moving toward debased boring 'boxed store' world, anyway. So, there's the grandeur that's like Homer, or DeGaulle, and then there's the grandeur in Verlaine's guitar playing, soaring, just absolutely soaring, but pretentious only on a small scale, and still pretty resistant to political manipulation. So, to go

from 

guitar>>>

pragmatism>>>

a 'friendly baroque'>>> 

a thought of the actual grandeur present in the present.

This is going to require a hard-to-find tone, one that totally eludes me as I rush toward it...a spinning and heightening in the words. VIBRATING WING!

  

Music for Neighbors

On the one side, the neighbors throw used tampons and dirty diapers into the driveway. On the other, some person who seems to live in the garage is up making a godawful racket at 4am, taking out the trash. Our bathroom window looks down on this neighbor's driveway, and recently, there's been this ever shifting pile of objects. On first blush, it looks like trash, but, since the window is positioned over the toilet, I get to watch it metamorphose (peeing standing up) - it loses a children's tricycle, and gains a toaster oven. It loses a perfectly good spatula, and gains one of those hotplates Ratso Rizzo used.