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 A nothing from nowhere cast his words to a world wide wind, and got in your eye. |
| Just realizing, if I seldom know what day of the week it is, there’s no weekends. In fact, I’m on a never ending weekend. When it does end, the Monday after likely will be THE hangover that kills me. |
| Why Don’t We Sew? (2025) There's a thread that got loose, snagged and tore beautiful cloth, woven to form the shape of you that you now look at with such scorn that it must be thrown out. It's not easy to repair with a needle, complimentary thread by hand or machine — not even worthy of donation to some charity for repurpose, but to rot in some hole in the earth that heavy equipment must bury the heavier sorrow — what lost to landfill of memories, driven underground to endless time. Mother is buried there, too. Meanwhile, there is always some new fashion to try on, rather than comfort of an old sweater. Perhaps, some keep these mementos of the past — drawers fill with regret that we never… learned from her how to happily sew. Pull that drawer open, look and sigh as arm in arm we wait to die, wishing courage, wishing to try…and another sweater the Visa will buy.. 11.18-24/21 36 lines, free verse…newly edited to 32…10.15.25, more directness with better attribution, trying to rid figurative ‘you’ from now on. I don’t know you. I barely know myself. Added coherency with limerick-like rhyme end. Have any gone back to edit and polish a piece from four years or more ago? Note: Sewist This is the modern, gender-inclusive term used by many in the sewing community. It is a blend of "sewing" and "artist," reflecting the creative nature of the craft. The word is used for hobbyists and professionals alike. |
| Fiasco I'm drunk and tender, like a watercolor in my hands, creating portraits. I'm wearing almost a soldier's overcoat, and I'm handing out candy to the young ladies. Today I'm an unimaginable dandy, trampling all the frost with my tarpaulin boots. And I'm almost no longer in love with you, flirting today with other ladies. Today I'm like a watercolor, washed out across the city's captivating distance, and forever forgotten from now on, comfort with languid sadness within me. I'm wearing almost a soldier's overcoat, and I'm handing out candy to the young ladies, I no longer regret it, with which I used to paint portraits. Now my life flows like paint from a damp canvas into golden autumn, and it seems that at sunset I'm carried around the world like a yellow leaf. And in the evening, sitting in other people's houses , filled to the brim with random rabble, I will regret the cities, where someone paints you in bad weather. I have already drawn everything I could, Having wasted paints on empty squares... I once also invited you to paint a portrait, but I suffered a fiasco. Andrey Viktorovich Kuznetsov https://stihi.ru/avtor/kuznecovandrej ——————————————————————- Response (In Part — for starters) Chasms Of Humanity So much beauty in the world to discover… but missed — it’s too late. Only now introduced, know I could never meet you. Your beautiful letters lay open on the table, illuminate, as if the entire world. Humanity grieves what’s stolen, from a maw open, swallowing sadness, process for a dry leaf fading, as my head, in these seasons. Your hermitage fills me now. If not eyes, I die. I want the suffering of death to heal within all good souls: beautiful hearts bleeding good words, their appraised images constructed, re-envisioned and translated. Never let this paint crack, a canvas yellow, in dust to settle — forgotten in attics of yore. Let a flame kindle at the breakfast nook — hopeful morning, early light announcing ‘It is a good day’. Choose air for your lungs to shout in chasms of humanity, “you’re not dead!” Just ran into a painting w/ a poem, read the poet’s 2016 invitation at his webpage… He died at 46 in 2022. I lost him in whirlwind serendipitous discovery, and my heart began fracturing…again. So, I died some more today and decided…fight. Fight anything blocking access to humanity. Fall disturbs the trees because it’s what it does. I can’t just sit and watch the unnecessary devices to marginalize everything that could live. Another windmill fight, I guess. |
| The unsettling presence of a dangerous, unseen threat… "Annie, are you OK?" "Annie, are you OK?" "Are you OK Annie?" "Annie, are you OK?" "So, Annie, are you OK?" "Are you OK Annie?" The first step in CPR — "Annie" from Michael Jackson's song "Smooth Criminal" refers to Resusci Anne, a CPR training dummy used to check for responsiveness during first aid. In the song, "Annie" does not experience a real-life scenario where she is "okay"; she is a symbolic figure representing the unconscious person in a resuscitation scenario, and her status remains unknown within the context of the song's narrative. Origin of "Annie" CPR Training: Michael Jackson was inspired by the CPR mannequin, Resusci Anne, which is used in training to teach people how to check if someone is conscious. The Script: Trainees are taught to ask "Annie, are you okay?" to the dummy to ascertain responsiveness. "Is She Okay?" in the Song The question "Annie, are you okay?" is repeated in the chorus as a symbolic representation of the first step in CPR. The lyrics suggest that Annie has been injured and is unconscious, and the question is an inquiry into her condition, not a statement about a real person's actual well-being. The song does not provide a definitive answer to whether Annie is okay, as her consciousness is the very thing being tested in the context of the CPR scenario. 1st amendment rights — It’s not unusual for those exercising free speech to feel pressure to conform views, keep head low while injustices may be occurring. I’ve known it as a child, as a news reporter, as an employee, writer on the internet (though, largely no one cares) and wherever systems are put in place to play on apathy until it becomes conformity. Anyone who knows anything about dystopian fiction, have heard about other countries stifling constituents, or just some teen soap opera, including internet, free speech is not tolerated. Democracy does not have a place in places where there is nothing governing it. Now hostility. Discomfort? Yeah, that’s all I can muster up. It’s also a good time for stoicism. We don’t know if Annie is ever ‘okay’. Michael did not elaborate further… AI Overview The puzzle-like meaning of Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal" has been figured out based on two main elements: the story in the lyrics and the real-life inspiration for the "Annie, are you okay?" lyric. The narrative of the song The lyrics tell a fictional story of a woman named Annie who is violently attacked in her apartment by a "smooth" and elusive intruder. The song sets a dramatic, almost cinematic scene with Jackson describing the crime from the perspective of an onlooker who discovers the aftermath. Key lyrics like "He came into her apartment, he left the bloodstains on the carpet" and "She was struck down, it was her doom" describe the sudden and brutal nature of the crime. The criminal is called "smooth" because he leaves no evidence, making him a mysterious and terrifying figure. The origin of "Annie, are you okay?" The song's most iconic and haunting line is not just a plea for a fictional character. It was inspired by real-life CPR training. Michael Jackson took a CPR course and learned that trainees are taught to ask a practice dummy, named Resusci Anne, "Annie, are you okay?" to check for consciousness. Jackson took this training protocol and worked it into the song's dark narrative. The repeated question becomes a desperate cry from a bystander trying to save the life of the victim. The origin of the song "Smooth Criminal" began as a different song, which explains its hard-edged gangster theme. An earlier version of the song, called "Al Capone," was recorded for Jackson's Bad album but did not make the final cut. Jackson later reworked the track into "Smooth Criminal," but the darker, noir-inspired themes from the gangster concept remained. The deeper meaning of the "puzzle" The fusion of these elements—the fictional crime story, the CPR-inspired chorus, and the gangster-influenced tone—creates a complex and memorable song. The energetic dance beat clashes with the dark subject matter, creating a jarring and tense mood. This artistic contrast is what makes "Smooth Criminal" so compelling and why its meaning has intrigued listeners for decades. Many opinions here are attributed to response from Google’s AI Assistant. Do you have a problem with that? Are you okay, Annie? Damage is already done. Feel helpless, world? Your team won yesterday? What do you do when they lose? They did ‘leave everything out on the field’. Root for humanity with your voice. Redact? Why would anyone…? Shhhhh |
| 341 “blogs” listed on this website — I looked at the first 50, most of those blogs are active since yesterday. This entry moves me to the top of the heap. I continue to look for some place to comment or find an interesting thing to blog…tomorrow. On mediocrity: In the meantime, it’s been more than three years since Peacock committed to a Community movie with no production yet since penciled in during 2024. No eraser head left. I’m going to stop talking about it and find something mediocre to watch. |
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Great poem, Brian.
Dreams feel good though. Thanks for posting this one, Brian 
