IRANOSAURUS
Wish I made this, had to share.

Wish I made this, had to share.

Love


The middle-aged man
who cannot make love to his wife
with the erectile authority of yesteryear
must lower his head and suck her breasts
with the tenderness and acumen of Walt Whitman.

And if the woman has lost her breasts
to the surgeon and his silver knife,
she must hump the man’s leg in the dark bedroom
like a rodeo bronco rider.

Let them be hard and wet again, respectively.
Let them convince, and be convinced.

It is the kind of heroic performance
that no one will ever mention.
It is the part of the journey where the staircase gets narrow
and you must turn sideways to pass.

Over the earth the clouds mutate and roll.
The trees catch their breath for another try.
Wind rips through the dried-out grass
with a threshing sound.

The man is going under the covers.
The woman letting him.
Both of them refusing
to be stopped by shame.

All that talk about love, and This
is what that word was pointing at.

- Tony Hoagland, from Unincorporated Persons In The Late Honda Dynasty

I listened to several operas known to be uplifting, I watched three holodeck programs designed to be humourous, and I made four attempts to induce sexual desire by subjecting myself to erotic imagery.
Lt Cmdr Data inadvertently describing a reasonable Tuesday night
Benjamin Nugent, from American Nerd

"But the outfit of the contemporary video game nerd is a stab at a hip-hop ensemble. At some point in the legendary gangsta past, the baggy look alluded to the concealment of contraband, but now it’s an attempt to hide the body. It’s the adolescent equivalent of a comb-over, a look that’s designed to cover a structural problem but worsens the whole package because it’s clearly obfuscatory."

I’m devoting the next couple weeks to the entire Hoagy Carmichael catalog.  How one man wrote so much of the great American songbook is completely astonishing. In this adorable tune, two tired lovers badly wish to fall asleep but loathe the thought of being apart - even if it’s only in consciousness.

The Double Cuts play “Cherokee Maiden” as part of Street Folk Sessions.

Julie London performs Go Slow. Is this the sexiest song ever sung? You decide.

The Spirits Of Rhythm; Teddy Bunn, g - Dr. Watson And Mr. Holmes
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THE SPIRITS OF RHYTHM - Dr. Watson & Mr. Holmes

Sherlock Holmes & trad-jazz, together at last. Not to mention Wellman Braud’s rippin’ bass solo. Everything’s coming up Riffy.

The Double Cuts playing a tender ballad, Call Of The Canyon, in my very own living room.