Today’s Ponder Point . . . . .
There are so many terms thrown around today that I am tired of hearing. Ah, the damn cliches. “If there is an original thought out there somewhere I could really use it right now,” - is what Dylan once said - (In Brownsville Girl), and I feel that way a lot. Current, overused phrases like,
“take it to the next level.” “ “I think we need to talk.” “Thank you for having me”. “100%” “That is so woke.” “They are gaslighting us.” - need to be stricken.
The Human Hum . . . . .
“People greeting people, connecting to each other, exchanging feelings, - what a notion, - what a rush. Take a preemptive shot at life before it all goes to brown grass.” . . . . . R G Schmidt
The Poetry Pieces . . . . .
here is a story of coping and survival . . . .
TO BE BROWNED
001-2.0
To be browned by the seasons is what everyone fears,
ringing years, changing tiers,
ringing ears, exchanging fears.
It is a restless game beneath the stars that keeps no score,
reveals no more, end to fore,
reveals no core, ends at four,
In time for dinner you say!
What then, what later?
You have remained too long,
sung no song, still you say,
done no wrong.
— — — —
In time you will not recall, not from within, at all,
win and lose, rise and fall,
contact a wall, reject it all.
What then prevails in your surprised mind at rivers ebb,
seems barely a distinguishable tune.
With no rhyme, no enzyme,
nor intestine.
— — — —
Now that all common causes have been abandoned,
it seemed nonsense, at best, a test,
left alone in a late autumn fog.
Precautions have been taken, yes,
but it is doubtful that this rain will stop,
drop to drop,
pop to pop.
— — — —
You have heard it said before,
just forty-eight days to Xmas.
Then all hell breaks loose, the noose,
and a free trip
to Sicamous.
II
We will salvage what we can, there is still gas in the van,
and some still left on our side, and at our side,
just outside of the city.
Backsides bared, unshaven, contemptuous and brazen,
recalling all the insane scenes,
and drive in movies.
Dreading that first snowfall, yet longing for buttons and bells,
hating the smells, and pumping the wells.
Something should be shattered, a poem should be burst free,
curse and splatter, with a cautious eye,
wary and wise, igniting a thirst,
for when the next dry bone brown autumn
again lingers long,
on this land.
The Update on R G . . .
The new novel is in publication and launch at the end of 2025. Mantler’s Shack - a novel by R G Schmidt. Pre order now.
Poetic Expanse - A compilation Vol. 1 by R G Schmidt - is a poetry pictorial photo book available for sale NOW on Amazon. Or order directly from the author with a simple email.
And, keep listening to Slyd Blvd, on You Tube and all streaming mediums, or on Slyd Blvd Radio if you are on Spotify.
The Political Part . . .
Be an Independent! Stop aligning with, - and listening to, - and cohorting with, - sameness. Deactivate that magnet that keeps slamming you in to the wall of stupid. You don’t need to be identified with, or categorized as, be stuck to, - any cause or forum.
“I think therefore I am!” was a realization of existence. If Descartes was here with us today he would have to revise his philosophy and declare that the human has ceased to exist. The thinking aspect as proof of existence has left the building. The free thinking being is no more.
We follow doctrine, we align as told. MAGA, Republican, Democrat. Conservative, Liberal, Far Right, Far Left - we haplessly fall in to these nests.
Become an independent thinker now! Before the chance is lost forever.
Here is something from the Slyd Blvd Album “Bridges From Both Sides” . . . .
Really enjoyed Browning Time, and the Political piece. Looking forward to the book.
Always appreciate your comments.