Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 24, 2018


Community Drool

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 23, 2018

31 Words To Lose

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 20, 2018

An Alcoholic Is One

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 16, 2018

Hunt For Knowledge

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 12, 2018

What Would Jesus Do

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 10, 2018

Page 123

Posted in Book Reports, Library of Congress, Poem, Undogegorized by chamblee54 on March 8, 2018











Hank Bukowski is about a butt ugly alcoholic who wrote stuff, and probably would have hated PG, and the poems that PG writes. Hank, better known as Charles Bukowski, did not like poems that rhyme. What better tribute, than to retrofit the old poem into the sonnet format?

henry charles chinaski bukowski ~ would hate my sonnets if he had the chance
coffee drinking open mic poetry ~ in dickhater georgia wearing tight pants
hank still has a racetrack episode ~ bets on number nine horse to hit
with a twenty fished out of the commode ~ after taking a dump on top of it
forever spitting out poems like hot turds ~ on the morning after a beer drunk words

That is only 10 lines. It is four lines short of a sonnet, which might be another way to say someone is crazy. There is plenty of things you can write, for those four lines. PG is going to focus on things that Mr. Bukowski did not like. To facilitate this, PG pulled Tales of Ordinary Madness off the shelf. This is a collection of short stories by the bard. (a word meaning poet, that is uncomfortably close to bastard) If he looks long enough, PG will find that rant about things Mr. Bukowski does not like.

PG wrote about TOOM once. “Hank Chinaski might not like PG. There is the rhyming poetry. There is buying a book of repackaged prose at a yard sale. There is the twenty nine year retirement from alcohol use. This is beside the point.” PG is alive. Hank Chinaski is dead.

The recycled sonnet will not be finished today. In the interest of supplying content to the ungrateful internet. PG is reduced to trolling through his archive. Ten years ago today, he published Page 123. This is a meme, blamed on Amanda Brooks, author of The Internet Escort’s Handbook.

“the rules: look up page 123 in the book that is nearest to you at this very minute, look for the fifth sentence, then post the three sentences that follow that fifth sentence on page 123.” The book we will use is Tales of Ordinary Madness. This copy has a presumed typo on page 138. “Disorded” is not a real word. The spell check suggestions: Discorded, Disorder, Sordid.

“”No, son.” I got through the gate and walked north. As I began to walk, everything began to tighten.” Someone has been caught sleeping in a junk car. It belongs to someone else, who beat up the sleeper with a toy baseball bat. He was back in his home town, Los Angeles.

Pictures today are from The Library of Congress. Bath Suit Fashion Parade, Seal Beach, Cal., July 14, 1918, photographed by M.F. Weaver. WISC. Varsity, 1914, was photographed by Bain News Service.


#SignsOfANeighborFromHell Part Three

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 5, 2018

#SignsOfANeighborFromHell Part Two

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on March 3, 2018

#SignsOfANeighborFromHell Part One

Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on February 25, 2018


Posted in Poem by chamblee54 on February 21, 2018

Jesus Gets A New Nickname

Posted in History, Holidays, Library of Congress, Music, Poem, Religion by chamblee54 on February 14, 2018







There is a video making the rounds now. The title involves Jesus, and a certain racial slur, delicately known as the N word. The video is embedded above. You can feel the magic for yourself.

Here is a story about the song, with the edgy language bleeped. “One pastor is trying to spread the word of God with an edgy rap song. The rapping pastor and his wife claim they have “Christian swag” while tossing around the n-word. … The video of the rapping pastor was recently uploaded to YouTube but it’s not clear when it was filmed. It was taken at a church in Iowa which closed in 2004.” Another helpful interneter has the lyrics.

In case you didn’t know, Pastor Jim Colerick, and Mrs Mary-Sue Colerick, are melanin deficient. They are, as Bette Midler once said about Karen Carpenter, so white they are invisible. It is not considered good manners for Caucasians to use this word, with or without salvation.

There is another angle to this equation. Many Jesus worshipers see not using cusswords as a sign of righteousness. As a result, many Jesus worshipers use the words G-d, and Jesus Christ, as tools of their anger. This violates the third commandment. Now, this use of a sacred name, as profanity, is being extended to using a sacred name as a racial slur. Someone is always ready to manipulate language to serve an agenda.

When you call a book “the word of G-d”, you give certain words too much power. When you designate the lazy way of saying black as a super duper naughty word, you give those six letters way too much power. Now, we see the convergence of these two taboos. Let the party begin.

This is a repost. Pictures of Pastor and Mrs. Colerick are taken from the video. The other images are from The Library of Congress. Jack Delano was the photographer in December 1942.