Boy Meets Girl
Posted: 1 December 13 Filed under: Reblogs Leave a commentMy favorite lines from this one:
“…and a non-terminating non-repeating vocabulary
to convince you I want more than your body – but I don’t.
Civility is a mask I wear like howcorporate employers pretend to ignore gender.
I’m a beast beneath this skin deep forgery
like the beasts Christian scholars named
after individual sins. I’m vanity and theytell me I’m made in God’s image”
You should read this one. I enjoyed it and I think you will too.
Even if you were my Arabian princess
I wouldn’t have enough stories to build
you a proper sized palace. I’d hunt
down golden lamps for a chance to ask
for as many hands as a Hindu god shaped
like an elephant to accurately manipulate
the extra dimension geometry required
for a suitable monument to your beauty.
I’d open my arms against a wave of crusades
like a wall Ali Baba forgot the lyrics to
and spill the 5 Pillars of Islam for scrap piety
to keep your 7 veils of innocence as sacrosanct.
I’d use the smoke and mirrors of metered verse
and a second hand knowledge of
Near Eastern cultures and a command
of mathematics that oddly resembles mysticism
and a non-terminating non-repeating vocabulary
to convince you I want more than your body – but I don’t.
Civility is a mask I wear like how
corporate employers pretend to…
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Hendrix
Posted: 27 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs, Writing Challenges | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Birthday, DPchallenge, Haiku, Jimi Hendrix, Music, Poem, Writing 12 CommentsBy Andy Copeland
It’s Jimi’s birthday
Don’t forget what he showed us:
Rock & roll–blues art
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
What would a post-antibiotic world be like?
Posted: 27 November 13 Filed under: Reblogs Leave a commentWestern Mind | Eastern Thinking
Antibiotics are over used. Period. End of sentence.
My pharmacy is getting ready to install a robotic dispensing system. It takes your pharmacy’s top 200 or so drugs and automatically counts them for you, saving the pharmacist time. To determine those 200 drugs we ran reports based off of 12 months of previous medications dispensed. The number 1 drug dispensed was Zithromax, a what was once a powerful antibiotic is now used to treat the common cold and mild respiratory infections. Among those 200 drugs are an additional 27 antibiotics. This is just at my pharmacy. I’m sure this is the trend throughout the United States and into Europe. This is scary. Before penicillin existed people died from infections. Penicillin was discovered and helped save hundreds if not thousands of lives in World War II. More antibiotics were developed in response to bacterial resistance to penicillin. Medicine advanced because of…
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Put the Fox Out
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Disloyalty, Love, Pain, Poem, Put the Fox Out, Risk, Unfulfillment, Women, Writing Leave a commentBy Andy Copeland
Now come on, brash boy with heated blood
Tell me what you’d do in the name of love
Show me how far you’re willing to go
Because, that lady over there, she wants to know
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You see, she digs you and she thinks you’re real fine
But I know better than to make her mine
She’s an evil lady; she’ll cut you open
Leave you with a desire to do nothin’ but dopin’
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When you wake in the morning, she’ll be gone from your bed
Goin’ to work to keep another man fed
And in the evening, when you’re in the mood
You’ll find she puts on a whole different attitude
/
Oh, she’ll look you in the face and respect you like a man
But I guarantee you she’s got another plan
She’ll completely expend you like a worn-out tool
Leave you alone and crying like some down-and-out fool
/
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She’ll keep coming back since you forgive her so well
Bringing havoc to your life, like a demon from hell
She smiles and dances, she says she done nothin’ wrong
But when you’re not around she sings a different song
/
I’ll tell you what to do; there’s only one thing, son
Lest you go psychotic and look for a gun
Don’t worry ’bout manners and don’t consider class
Just put the fox out on her little ass
How Academia Resembles a Drug Gang
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Reblogs Leave a commentThis concerns me because I am interested in becoming a professor one day. I guess we’ll see how it all comes out in the end.
In 2000, economist Steven Levitt and sociologist Sudhir Venkatesh published an article in the Quarterly Journal of Economics about the internal wage structure of a Chicago drug gang. This piece would later serve as a basis for a chapter in Levitt’s (and Dubner’s) best seller Freakonomics: A Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything (P.S.) The title of the chapter, “Why drug dealers still live with their moms”, was based on the finding that the income distribution within gangs was extremely skewed in favor of those at the top, while the rank-and-file street sellers earned even less than employees in legitimate low-skilled activities, let’s say at McDonald’s. They calculated 3.30 dollars as the hourly rate, that is, well below a living wage (that’s why they still live with their moms). [2]
If you take into account the risk of being shot by rival gangs, ending up in jail or…
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Pecking Away
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Reblogs Leave a commentOf the many things that I do not like to do in life (and you’d be surprised at how long a list that’ll end up being), writing comes at the very top of the list. When I say writing, I mean, of course, the act of taking a pen in hand and actually scribbling out the words. Stringing words together in order to form sentences is rather a pleasing task, particularly when performed on my own laptop (remind me to tell you more about this in about 400 words or so).
But when the stringing of words is to be done with a pen or pencil, my enthusiasm for said task is lower than the chances of Narendra Modi contesting the Lok Sabha elections on a Congress ticket. I’ve never been an enthusiastic exponent of the art, and I’m not about to begin now.
Frankly, and I say this to…
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Withdrawal
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, Depression, Drugs, Morning, Poem, Sleep, Solitude, Time, Waiting, Withdrawal, Writing 1 CommentBy Andy Copeland
The quiet whirring of the fan
Fades
Into my reality
As the dark
Behind my eyelids
Is replaced
By the darkness
In front of me
Last I remember,
I fell
Smiling
Sinking
Into the cushions of this couch
But now my head is clear
My blood is clean
And my mouth is dry
It’s out
People around me snore
While my wretched withdrawal ensues
I rise
Stuff a cigarette in my mouth
The staccato flick
Of my Bic
My soft stirrings bring the dog by
Feet underneath me now,
My secret sneak starts
Socks silently sliding along the wood
Everyone slumbers tonight
But I’ll see the sun when it comes up
April 2013
Some Days
Posted: 26 November 13 Filed under: Poems/Songs, Writing Challenges | Tags: Andy Copeland, Art, DPchallenge, Haiku, Poem, Writing 9 CommentsBy Andy Copeland
Some days are care-free
Some days are worse than others
Today the sun shines
http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2013/11/25/challenge-haiku/
One Note
Posted: 25 November 13 Filed under: Reblogs Leave a commentAaaahhh…
One note.
No variance or variety.
Just sustained refrains sounding out a long sigh
Dense with words missing their mark,
Losing their meaning.
Imagery read robotically.
Aaaahhh…
Looking for music and muses,
Instead I found only muzak
In coffee house lobbies
Premium blending into a background
of awkward silences
and forced conversations,
Sometimes at speed, but
One note at 4/4 or 8/8
Is still
One note.
Aaaahhh AAAHHH…
Two notes.
A chord.
Musical accompaniment.
Zests of Jazz infuse your words.
Percussive beats sound out.
Rests… get equal time… with notes.
The audience awakens.
Your eyes meet their eyes instead of ink.
Suddenly simile is heard like it’s supposed to be,
And your poem becomes a metaphor of meaning.
When the heart sings, those who hear it
can’t help but feel it.
Genuine emotion suspends them
on a event horizon
to your gravity well of words.
And now, we’ve all…
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