Overheard at Table 2: Employee Internet Access

Why should I let my employees have internet access?  That’s what they’ve got their smartphones for – they can hide them under their desks while they pretend that they’re working.  A least it shows one last vestige of shame while they steal company time!

Overread at Table 5: Sonnetesque by Lynn Emmanuel

Sonnetesque by Lynn Emanuel   I love its smallness: as though our whole town were a picture postcard and our feelings were on vacation: ourselves in mini- ature, shopping at tiny sales, buying the newspapers--small and pale and square as sugar cubes--at the fragile, little curb. The way the streetlight is really a table lamp where now we sit and where real night, (which is very tall and black and at our backs), where for a moment the night is forced to bend down and look through these tiny windows, forced to come closer and put its hand on our shoulder and stoop over the book to read the fine print.

Credits:
-poem presented to Z&T Acoustic Café by Poem-A-Day, a service of Poets.org
-photo is called "Summer Memories" but Verble doesn't remember if that was the title or just what he named it.  Needless to say he doesn't remember where he found it, but wants to give credit to the fine photographer who took it - so if this is yours, please let the Z&T know.

Overheard in Booth 3: Church and Gaming

Man, I heard that Billy Graham came out and said that Mormonism is no longer a cult and all the Christians are just picking their frisky whiskers in a twist just trying to figure out what the hell they're gonna do now with this bombshell.  I mean, they're all thinking 'great, you've been teaching that Mormonism is a cult since the day Joseph Smith married his second wife and now you're telling me that suddenly it's all good, now that a Mormon's about to clinch the gold ring'?"

But I was thinking that these Christians gotta chill, just chill, because they seem to have forgotten that Christ and the Church is a lot like gaming and game conventions.   See, Church is like a gaming convention - you go there to talk with other people who really LOVE gaming, you commune, you break bread, you learn a few cheats, you meet new people, you reconnect with old people, you learn a little bit more about the history of gaming, where gaming's headed.

But any gamer knows that the real love of life, where it all is, what is more important than anything else, is just playing the game.  Interacting with gaming.   GAMING is CHRIST, man, and CHURCH, well, that's just a convention you go to, every Sunday for some people.

At least, that's just my take on it.

Overheard at the Counter: T.S. Eliot's The Hollow Men

OK, here's your poem of the day.  ... and as you well know, when we start off a week with T.S. Eliot, well, that's not a good sign.   But here it is, for what it's worth  . . .

The Hollow Men

T. S. Eliot

Mistah Kurtz—he dead.

      A penny for the Old Guy

      I

We are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us—if at all—not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

      II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer—

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

      III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

      IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

      V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
                                Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
                                For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

 

 

Online text © 1998-2012 Poetry X. All rights reserved.
From The Hollow Men | 1925

 

(from www.poetryx.com)

 

Overheard at Table 1: Homecoming

My daughter just texted me.   She's not going to homecoming.

Why not?

I dunno, really, she was going to go with her friend.  Wait.  Oh.  Looks like her friend decided to go with someone else.

And just ditched her like that?   Some friend.

I know.   That really sucks.  There. I just told her I'd take her out to Terror World instead.   We always used to go to Terror World years before.

That might cheer her up.

Guess not.  She just texted saying she's going to get a giant bag of Cheeto Puffs and watch the last season of Project Runway.

Poor girl.

I know.  Last season sucks.

Overheard at Table 4: Vivaldi's Four Seasons, Alternative Musicians

Just found this incredible CD of Vivaldi's Four Seasons, look who they got on here:

Spring is done by Death Cab for Cutie
Summer is done by Bela Fleck, Edgar Mayer, Yo-Yo Ma, and John O'Connor
Autumn is done by Fleet Foxes
Winter is done by both the Kronos Quartet and the Modern Mandolin Quartet.

This is some good stuff . . . what incredible bands!  What incredible sound!

At the Counter: Picadilly Afternoon Mix CD

Verble says, when my first daughter went away to college, I bought her some albums to take with her.  It was around 1980 - now, when my other kids went to college, I made 'em some mix tapes.   God that was cool.  I loved those times.

I know a young lady who's now going to school in London, reminds me so much like my daughters, so I thought of this mix CD for her.  Basically, they're songs that remind me of London, for no real particular reason why.   But as I imagined this girl wandering the streets of London, seeking out the crevasses and the history and absorbing this great and ancient city, I imagined this as one soundtrack on one afternoon.

Only, I have to admit, since everything's on a playlist now, she might just add these songs to the great ocean of tunes on her iPod! 

Or not . . . because she might think they suck.   That's all right, though.  One person's rock is another person's schlock, I always say!

This one's for you, Huda!



VARIOUS ARTISTS

Picadilly Afternoon

 

The Woodentops – What You Give Out

Dashboard Confessional – Warmth of Your Soul (acoustic version)

Cake – Federal Funding

Hawk Nelson – Hello

The Who – Magic Bus

Chris Tomlin – Glory in the Highest

Idlewild – Make Another World

Paul Williams – Love is All Around (Theme to “The Mary Tyler Moore Show”)

The Clash – The Guns of Brixton

The Sweet – Ballroom Blitz

The Smiths – This Night Has Opened my Eyes

The Pogues – Rainy Night in Soho

Sigur Rós – Njósnavélin (The Spy Machine)

Kate Bush – This Woman’s Work

Death Cab for Cutie – St Peter’s Cathedral

The Pogues – Lullabye of London

Lyle Lovett – I Love Everybody