I ain’t a kiddin’
when I say I been skiddin’
On life’s gravel road.
The meaning is hidden
But I’m doin’ your biddin’
And I’m carryin’ a heavy load.
I ain’t a kiddin’
when I say I been skiddin’
On life’s gravel road.
The meaning is hidden
But I’m doin’ your biddin’
And I’m carryin’ a heavy load.
A nod to Kierkegaard and Walker Percy: existentialist tomfoolery, political satire, literary homage, word mongering, a year-round summer reading club, Dylanesque music bits, apocalyptic marianism, poetry, fiction, meta-porn, a prisoner work-release program.
Søren Kierkegaard
Walker Percy
Bob Dylan
Literature & History
Letters from an American
Beau of the Fifth Column
This American Life
The Writer’s Almanac
San Diego Reader
The Stranger
The Inlander
Adoremus
Charlotte was Both
The Onion
From Empty Hands
Ellen Finnigan
America
Commonweal
First Things
National Review
The New Republic
All Manner of Thing
Gerasene Writers Conference
Scrutinies
DarwinCatholic
Catholic and Enjoying It
Bad Catholic
Universalis
Is My Phylactery Showing?
Quotidian Quintilian
En pocas palabras
William Wilson, Guitarist Extraordinaire
Signposts in a Strange Land
Ben Hatke
Daniel Mitsui
Dappled Things
The Fine Delight
Gene Luen Yang
Wiseblood Books
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I could repent
Or pay the rent
But I can’t manage both.
The angels you’ve sent
Have all been slightly bent
But I won’t break my oath.
I’ve a funny sensation
Like a sort of vibration
Down in my gut.
I feel like I’m crashin’
And my teeth are a-gnashin’
As I take the cut.
The center don’t hold
And the sheep of the fold
Are all lost.
We’re all too old
To do what we’re told
And be bossed.
I feel hollowed out
Or like a forty-year drought
On the farm.
For the shadow of doubt
A punch in the snout
Does the charm.
My prayers fall flat
Like something shat
From a cow.
I got hit with a bat
And slammed to the mat
Just now.
That he’s been drinkin’
While doin’ his thinkin
Is obvious.
Lord, please deliver
Us from this palaver-
ous, gloomy gus.
You’re right on the mark
If you say my beer’s dark
And dreary.
When my bumper meets bark
It won’t be a lark
Nor cheery.
Song Title: “DUI”
Album: Speak English or Get the Fuck Out, The Gospel Guys, Ripe Records, 1997.