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The Daily K: Fear and Loathing while picking flowers in Midtown

The Daily K: Fear and Loathing while picking flowers in Midtown

Mar 7, 2011

“Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.”–Helen Keller The dogs, and I, went out for a beautiful long walk, today, because it was Long Walk Thursday, as I call it, and because the weather outside is magnificent. At the start of our walk there are two little parks, I guess that I will call them, covered in daffodils. There is, also, a beautiful forsythia shrub in the smaller of the two parks. Someone said yesterday how nice it is to cut some forsythia, and keep it in your house, so I thought to myself that at the end of this dog walk I am going to go get me some forsythia, and a few daffodils, After our dog walk, I dropped the dogs back at the house, grabbed a make-shift vase, and some scissors, and headed to the mini-parks. I cut some forsythia, and was getting me a few daffodils when this lady, who reminded me of Arianna Huffington pulled up in nice car, with a cell phone to her ear, and said, in her best Zsa Zsa Gabor accent, “These are for the neighborhood.” “But I’m only taking a few,” was all I could think to say. “He is watching you, too,” she said, and drove off, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man holding a cell phone staring at me from the front of his house. That cell phone made me think that he might be calling the cops, and I certainly didn’t want to go to jail for picking flowers, so I walked extra fast back to my home, which is four houses down from the parks. You see, lady, I live in the neighborhood, too! —————————————– Keith Richards needs $29.99 per book sold, or whatever percentage that he gets, like I need to start smoking crack. I can’t afford the book, but I want to see if the book is worth a shit. The girl who showed me where the Richards book was, at in The Book Store, told me that it wasn’t; she said that that Keith writes like he talks, which is to mean, I guess, that...

The Daily K: Every Picture Tells

The Daily K: Every Picture Tells

Mar 2, 2011

  These are pictures taken by The Poet at the recent Lefty Williams Southern Music Jam. Use the reply function below to identify those folks that you recognize. I’ll check in later, and see how you are doing; as to whether I have to help you identify any of the folks. If you would like to see The Daily K grow, then please put some cash in my tip jar. If I have to get a “real” job, I won’t be able to continue doing this. Thanks. The Daily K Tip Jar: http://www.mikelk.com/ Old issues of The Daily K can be read here: http://boldspicynews.com/category/entertainment/ Coming soon in The Daily K: A feature story on The King of The Music Scene: Bob Fortin; and intimate look at singer songwriter Eric Gant. I will write a bio for you for $50, and write a feature story about you for $100. What can a poor poet do, but write about rock n roll...

The Daily K: Fear and Loathing on The Phone By Dr. K

The Daily K: Fear and Loathing on The Phone By Dr. K

Feb 28, 2011

“Our own life has to be our message.”–Thich Nhat Hanh None of the Local Fitness Centers, that I called today, nearly 13 in all, have the Regional Sales Office phone number, or so they say. I was calling fitness centers in New Jersey, and at one location, I wound up talking to a guy in California, who mispronounced my name, but assured me that the information that I had just given him would get to the people who I wanted it to get to. Sales is a funny game. Nobody really wants to talk to you, until you convince them that there is something in it for them; then, the bonding is immediate: you have a new friend, and both of you are happy. My head isn’t quite right, yet, this morning; it is groggy, foggy; refusing to come to a waking state. I am hoping that a large cup of coffee, a BC Powder, Martha Argerich, and a walk with the dogs will change this. The Monster Fitness Club is giving me strong resistance to putting our swimming lessons in their pool. The last person I talked to, a woman in Membership Services, at a number in Sacramento, Calif., where The Corporate Office is located, said that we would interfere with their customers’ use of the pool by giving swimming lessons in it. I handled her objection, by saying that we would be completely unobtrusive in the one lane that we would use, to start, during off times. The women then gave me what she said was the corporate office p.o. box. Imagine that; a huge corporation making millions of dollars, and they get their mail at a p.o. box. Life never fails to amaze me. The woman would not give me the corporate office phone number. I guess these corporate officers don’t want to talk to anyone! Lousy thoughts sometimes want to push their way into my mind, when my head has awoken full of love. There is an art to keeping these bad thoughts out, that I have nearly perfected: shoo bad thoughts; shoo. The dogs are needy this morning; they all gather about my desk, instead of doing their own...

The Daily K: Barking at sleeping butterflies

The Daily K: Barking at sleeping butterflies

Feb 24, 2011

It is dark, and there goes Henry, barking at The Butterflies who are asleep. I think that even if I was a billionaire, that I would still brew my coffee at home, most of the time. Home is a great place to have your coffee. Now, as a poor boy, I buy “Joe’s” coffee at TJ’s, and make it mellita style. I knew that you were wondering about that. I add 2% milk to the coffee, these days. I used to always have half and half in the refridgerator, but when I decided to drop some pounds in the fat tummy, I decided that eliminating half and half would be a good idea. This girl, who appeared to know what she was talking about, told me, the other night, that 2% milk was worse for you than whole milk, because 2% was somehow chemically processed. People are always telling me that things that I thought were good for me are not; like eggs. I was removing the yolk from my eggs, and just eating the egg whites, because that is what the dietician at my endocrinologist’s office said to eat; she said that the fat in the yolk was not a good thing to eat if you were trying to lose weight. And then these other folks, arm chair experts on the internet, I will call them, said that it was best to eat the whole egg. leaving me confused. What I need is to find some expert that tells me that it is a healthy thing to overdose on chocolate, that to pass out on your bed from eating so much of it is actually good for you. I’m on The Love Porch cranking out great works of literature. My neighbor is playing cool music from the past: The Guess Who, James Taylor, Roberta Flack. She is cleaning, while I try to type my way into your hearts, and minds. The dogs, hers, and mine, have all gotten real quiet. Though my neighbor’s door is open, and my dogs are welcome in, they are both, Morisson, and Bundy, at my feet. I am amazed at how quiet my dogs, and hers, the great...

The Daily K: Guide Me Lord

The Daily K: Guide Me Lord

Feb 17, 2011

“There will be a hanging fee for this event…” Pay to play at art shows? I don’t dig on this. The historic idea of art openings, and art showings, I thought, was to sell art for the artists, and for doing this, for working for the artist, the gallery, the person selling the art would collect a percentage of the sale; but charging the artists to hang their art? This seems mercenary to me. Call it a ‘one off,” or call it what you like,it still looks like a rip off to me. Of course, I have to always work on my acceptance of other peoples’ ideas, and behaviors and work to keep resentment, jealousy, and anger from rearing their ugly heads in me. Guide me, Lord, in thought, word, and action; thy will be done not mine. “And acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing, or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment.”–Source Anonymous “Resentment is the “number one” offender. It destroys more alcoholics than anything else. From it stem all forms of spiritual disease, for we have been not only mentally and physically ill, we have been spiritually sick.”–Anonymous Source “The person with the most sobriety at a meeting is the one who got up earliest that morning.” –Sober Slogan ————————————- Up at 7:55 took Henry, and my dog out. Henry is barking, now; I am going to go get him, and bring him over here because that is what he wants, and it, certainly, beats listening to him bark! I am checking out publishers for my first book of poems, “Someday I Will Start The Revolution.” It is a numbers game, like finding indoor pools in New Jersey that want to rent their pool out to a Swimming Lesson Business. The day is beautiful; I am blessed to be here. The dogs have gone back to sleep. ————————————- Press Release for Saturday’s Ginger Murchison Poetry Reading. Johns Creek Poetry Group February’s Featured Poet is Ginger Murchison Saturday, February 26, 2011 10:15 AM – Noon Northeast/Spruill Oaks Library For directions: http://www.friendsofspruilloaks.org/outside_home.asp...

The Daily K: Dream until…

The Daily K: Dream until…

Feb 13, 2011

‎”There will be little rubs and disappointments everywhere, and we are all apt to expect too much; but then, if one scheme of happiness fails, human nature turns to another; if the first calculation is wrong, we make a second better: we find comfort somewhere.”–Jane Austen Ask me about the truck I just passed that had a, “Do Not Pass,” sign strapped to its rear end. I had an anxious dream last night, where in I was, once again, involved with a fellow with whom our egos, and our fists, had clashed over the years. Through our drunken experiences together, both of us came to see each other not as a friend, but as a threat to each other; I think that we both felt unsafe around the other. The dream was very uncomfortable, and is, I believe, a reflection of why this person and I do not seek each other’s company, these days. It is sad, because deep down, I really love this person, and have respect for him, despite his, and my faults, and despite all the bad times that we have endured with each other. I must consult Thich Nhat Hanh on this matter. Sometimes, you know that you are in a good place; sometimes you know that you are in a place that is so right for you that all attempts to sway you to somewhere else are easily swept to the side. I see Yoga ads all the time; ads promising me this, ads promising me that. “For a thousand dollars…” some ads say, “You can be a Yoga instructor.” When I was younger, and interested in such things, some karate studios would advertise that you could be a black belt for a thousand bucks. There are certain things that you just can’t buy. There are things that you have to earn in this world, usually by hard work, and patience over time. I don’t think that a dating service can immediately hook me up with the millionaire beauty of my dreams. I don’t think that a thousand dollars can be traded for a black belt that would help me, if a real fight went down; and I don’t...