3/6/2016

It isn't funny dammit
engine turned feelings flying
like knives and acid through your heart

golden years melt away
shattering the only thing we have
philosophers and poets sing the song

a dirty, dirty word across the page
the crystals turning onward feel the pull
decisions left too long fill the lull
and give the empty victr'y over full

3/2/2016

CJ is the Jackal but You Don't Know What That Means

Oh yes cut it loose before it all falls apart
you're working the room and pleading for eyes
The game is over before the start
Doing it again, breaking your own heart

Cry beauty let it sink in
best friends with a metaphor
it begins again

You see blue, feel red, both always green
practice your lines in the mirror and bat them
begging sympathy, tragic, mirror preen
before long exeunt all, roll, cut, scene

Can't bring yourself to do it
though it's all you want in your soul
Outcry at your anthem, though you can't commit
eyes deceive, their fluttered lines acquit

Let's hear it for the divas who make the world go 'round
let's hear it for the cries that don't make a sound
let's hear it for the divas, primadonnas, so tightly wound
let's hear it for the one you hate to be around.

3/1/2016

There was a woman forlorn
Who secretly filled them with scorn
She crept in the cracks
And withered their backs
And made them feel ancient and worn.

2/22/2016

Empty doorframe locked
Blocking happiness away.
Alohamora.

2/21/2016

Pretense starts a task
Falters two months in, indeed
Powers through to truth.

Too many days to count

He hurt her bad, oh yeah he hurt her good
Didn't treat her the way he knew he should.
The city burns while love burns alight
And she doesn't know whether she should take flight.

Make it last, while the city burns,
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.

It sits unfinished and fears linger
That he could never quench the aging singer.
His heart ablaze with frenzied fire
Echoing, screaming with desire.

Make it last, while the city burns,
Make it last, while the paddle turns
Make it last, and the people learn.
Make it last and turn a heart
While it's torn apart
Torn apart.

2/13/3016

Is someone getting the best of you?

-Foo Fighters

2/12/2016

Long week ends in style
Endless joy starts with endings
Start the bells anew.

2/10/2016

I stare into those eyes that shan't return
a gaze or glance to blanch and to discern.
He plays it casual waiting for the sign,
and waits with tapping foot and heart benign.
Like a bubble popped inside a body
and thoughts flood back to souls he can't embody.

2/9/2016

Swing and shake up and down
Headed out uptown.
Spinning flowing round and round.

Need and want turn a phrase
Venue for staged plays
Nothing yielding days and days.

Stripped down skin and bone
Sweat yields hidden tone.
New again a skill to hone.

Racing heart, pumping blood.
End the night, end the flood.

2/7/2016

When shouts and roars a field surround and fill
The echoed call and endless glories thrill.
Herclean might was tempered by the one
Whose wisdom changed the course of struggle done.

Good sage did smite his foe without his arm
His troops he moved across the field with charm.
Career now ends with trophy haul in tow
The man who taught the world that he could throw.

2/5/2016

As long as there are stars above you

2/4/2016

Tossed and upended.
Scene of study bears its scars.
Combing through the mess.

2/3/2016

Waterfall, representing death and rebirth.
Cascading sheets rise and fall from earth.

2/2/2016

The dawn broke on a frenzied plain that day,
Whose echoing thoughts did fact and truth to say.
A solemn wit was conquered in the snow,
And came to pass as autumn's season grows.
Though tempest folly joins their marching band
A lark descends upon the monarch's land.
Caroused he sings a tune of mottled grey,
And hails the word of ever better play.

2/1/2016

Each line of questions leads to an end.
Another missing verse, a mind on the mend.

1/31/2016

Sleep, sleep, sleep no more
Steps raining round masked, naked
Three times through the score.

Does anyone give a damn about value?

"How much does it cost?"

"Is it on sale?"

"I never pay full retail."

If you've never heard or used one or all of these phrases, you're dead or too damn rich to be wasting time reading this blog. Either get the hell off my blog or write me a big fat check. But I digress.

The above phrases are as pervasive in American, and probably world, culture as "hello," "goodbye," or "I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids."

You're probably wondering where I am going with this. Trust me, there's a point somewhere towards the end. I have been doing a good deal of thinking (GASP) lately about the concept of value and its correlation, or lack thereof, with price. Let's not beat around the bush, we live in commercial hell (professional irony acknowledged), and unless you wish to seclude yourself in Thoreau-inspired seclusion, consumption is a part of everyday life.

This thinking has been inspired by the announcement on January 13th that Brooks Brothers would be re-introducing their "original" unlined Oxford Cloth Button Down shirt. Opinions are mixed, to say the least, on this development. If you're unfamiliar with the trajectory of Brooks' largest contribution to American menswear, please visit Ivy-Style.com, where the terrific columnists have expounded on the past, present, and future of the shirt. Spark Notes: Brooks cut more and more corners over the past thirty years, and have been passing off a shit product as the real thing, while charging a price ($90) associated with the real thing. As of January 13th, they have acknowledged this and returned the quality to what it should be. To apologize for 30 years of deceit, they were nice enough to jack the price up to $140. Nice touch, eh? While I'm on this rant, I might as well add that the only thing worse than the product is the service. Walk into a store and you're greeted by a bunch of grumpy old bastards, who make it seem as if you are causing them major annoyance by shopping in their store.

The New (Old) Brooks Oxford Cloth Button Down

While the Brooks product, not just the shirts mind you, has increased in price and declined in quality, the company has also morphed into a mundane, everyday, sale-pushing retailer. This is best described in a great piece from The Hogtown Rake, where the magnificent Bruce Boyer is quoted on the topic, stating, "Today, Brooks Brothers seem to be a low-rent Italian department store. Brooks was never a high-priced store. It prided itself, and made it's reputation, on being good quality at a fair price, which along with conservative understated taste appealed to The Eastern Establishment. Today I'm not sure to whom Brooks appeals." 

Strangely enough, the company's increase in price has coincided with ever-present sales. Twice a year, dress shirts (the shittily constructed ones mind you) can be purchased 40% off when buying 4 at time. While this seems great from a consumer standpoint: "cheaper, hurrah!" It does beg the question, do we buy the shirts because they are good? Or just because they are cheap? I can unequivocally say the latter is the case.

The Brooks Brothers example is but a microcosm of larger society and culture. If you think I am about to say something about "the good old days" or "when America was great," go to hell, because I ain't. Like it or not, this question has been around since the dawn of human existence. Perhaps modern manufacturing, cheap developing-world labor, and short attention spans have thrust it to the forefront of our consciousness. I'm looking at you H&M. 

Would you like any shirt with your logo?

All is not lost of course. After receiving a pretty poor experience, particularly my treatment by sales associates, at 2 separate Brooks Brothers stores this afternoon, I stopped by Ralph's new 5th Avenue store on the way home. My dislike of logos has pushed me away from Ralph over the last ten years, but the product on the shelves (some logo free!) was clearly high quality, although somewhat overpriced. Even more impressive was the attentiveness and friendliness of the sales associates, who welcomed me, explained the layout of the store, and asked if there were any specific items on my mind. It was a thoroughly pleasurable experience, even if just for rubber-necking one afternoon. Hat's off to them.

Anyways, all of this leads me to a question for you dear reader, if for some reason unbeknownst to me, you have made it this far. When you head out into the marketplace, what is the highest priority, value or price? Would you rather buy one well-made pair of shoes, or five cheap pairs? Am I full of it? Would love to hear any opinions.

1/29/2016

Love's losing his head as his dreams come true
it was all due to the radio on joyous safari
are California girls that special to you?
as the party grew around you and me?

People singing and dancing and popping off
memorable moments from a literal party
funny bits, loose, talking and singing aloft
its fun, fun, fun and at that literal party.

It feels like we're listening to it for the first time
though we are changing drastically in style.
Did you have doubts when we couldn't find a rhyme?
Did the Capitol hold back or did they understand in time?

It takes you back and elevates your mood
you have a way of doing that, the soundtrack to our lives.

1/28/2016

We could walk up the beach
Bathed in sand surf and sun.
Surf lapping at the shore
I prefer to walk, you to run.

Brown hair dancing in the wind
Sun scorched toes digging in the sand.
Sprinting falling into waters edge
A ballet scripted on end of land.

Sprinting embrace and laughter
Crashing, breaking, falling on the beach.
An endless day that ends too soon
Amongst the memories, too far from reach.