CELEBRITY LOOKALIKE
It’s time to play CELEBRITY LOOKALIKE!
Here are the celebrities who are totally copping my look:
Gloria Estefan
Boy George
Cher
Month: June 2003
Here are three of my favorite enka singers.
Misora Hibari
Ishikawa Sayuri
Sakamoto Fuyumi
I have many more where that came from…
OK, Nick thinks he’s so cool typing up his notebooks from 1965. Here’s my answer, a poem from 1976, when I was TWELVE! Hold on to your pumpkins, people…
December 4th, 1976
“I am not what I should be”
Thus I think, but quietly.
Voices listen and suppress themselves,
Straining to hear and straining not to strain.
Perhaps they do not strain.
Perhaps I only want them to.
A thought, like a goblinesque Ariel
(but how poetic!)
appears, index finger raised
In determination….
But no —
The radio that is my mind
Has switched to another station.
It is ominous; like church music
And much like me.
Ariel returns —
“I am precocity” he says
“Watch me, watch me be different”
but his half-brother,
diffident Modestly, appears —
“but I am not worthy!”
And their father, Frustration, keeps
me within him.
Ariel pounds within his confines
Swearing at this Caliban father;
He knows this to be deja vu.
Hope is Ariel’s mother
Sorrow is Modesty’s.
I am but a child.
My era, my generation; we are silent.
I am lazy, and a spokesman for
the glories of Yesterday. I am
guilty of a deep and exalted
crime: Nostalgia, another
child of frustration and sorrow.
Is Ariel the embodiment of Now? Is Now
caught within the legendary tree? This tree
was the tree of knowledge that caused Man to
sin against his creator, but the tree of
Yesterday. The tree of knowledge is only one of
its many saplings.
Yesterday goes on for so long.
So long.
O merciful and mysterious maker of many.
Is it you I can blame?
My own branch of yesterday is not very long
but I like it anyway. I like to pretend it’s romantic,
but it’s not rally because I capitalize my Is.
It is colorful though, and not broken in too
many places. It is a very perverse branch.
Ariel is a very perverse creature.
Symbolism and
simple vision sound
alike to me.
I never believe what I write.
God be with you.
Stephanie’s banner ad says: “Save on Christening Gowns.”
OK good, my prayers have been answered. Today it says “dog obedience training”… oops — now it just changed to “haiku hut” — what a strange and various world this is!
Gary says that if I post something like,
“birds birds cats and birds, i love cats and birds, birds,”
these stupid banner ads saying DIVORCE: PROPERTY and SAVE THE MARRIAGE
will go away.
now he just said that i’m not going to get rid of them because i’m going to be reiterating them when i post this blog.
so, i repeat, banner ads, go away!
Last night Gary and I watched Lars von Trier’s Medea. It was extremely yellow, murky , dreary, and arty, and it abandoned my favorite artifices from the original play (which I’ll be teaching today) — like the CHORUS, for example. How can you have a Greek tragedy without a CHORUS? I didn’t totally hate it, although it was sickening, in a way. And I couldn’t figure out why they were all wearing Comme des Garcons outfits.
Anyway it was a huge contrast to our usual Bollywood fare — and NOT, may I add, a very favorable one.
Gary made a perspicacious comment: “That was like San Francisco poetry.”
!!! no apologies…!!!
Pithy words today from Elk Lague, who writes,
The more we love Owls
the more we expand
our ability
to love
(Personally, I couldn’t agree more.)
I was Cruella’s Godmother
This is a very sad story, so brace yourself.
Two of my students, Haruyo and Hajime, a cute and groovy couple living in Brooklyn, bought a little longhair chihuahua puppy. The puppy was flown out from Minneapolis and H & H met her at the airport.
Haruyo told me she was looking for a good name for the puppy. I started to suggest Mexican-sounding names — Carmen, Maria, Frida, etc. I suggested Lolita (cute for a puppy, right?).
Then Haruyo told me she liked gothic, bondage-y stuff, and could I find a name that fit that “mood”?
How about “Cruella”? I said.
They named the puppy Cruella!
They quickly became attached to her, to her tiny little silken self, but they were worried because she had no energy, she just slept and when she woke up she would shiver and shiver.
One day she seemed in especially bad condition, so they took her to the pet hospital. The hospital staff laughed when Haruyo told them the puppy’s name.
Cruella didn’t last the night. The vet said she had hydroencephalitis.
The next day, Haruyo and Hajime took her to a secret place in Prospect Park and buried her beneath a beautiful tree. Cruella had not yet had her shots, so she had never been outside in a place where she could run freely.
Hajime says, now she can run around and play as much as she likes.
RIP, dear Cruella…
Otohime 