Daily Painting
Thornton Dial, Sr.
THE MOVIE STAR AND THE TIGER NEED ONE ANOTHER (1992)
EMIL CIORAN
In every man sleeps a prophet, and when he wakes there is a little more evil in the world.
THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS
"Dinner Bell"
I've been leaving on my things
So in the morning when the morning bird sings
There's still dinner on my dinner
Jacket till the dinner bell rings
Experimental dog
Salivating dog
Good dog
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ring
I've been leaving on my things
So in the morning when the morning bird sings
There's still dinner on my dinner
Jacket till the dinner bell rings
I don't want a pizza, I don't want a piece of
Peanut brittle, I don't want a pear
I don't want a bagel, I don't want a bean I
Wouldn't like a bag of beef or a beer or a
Cup of chowder, corn, cake, or creamed cauliflower cause I'm
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ring
Shoulder, bicep, elbow, arm
Forearm, thumb, wrist, knuckle, palm
Middle, pinky, index, ring
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding
I don't know whether I'd rather be having a bottle of vinegar
I don't know whether I'd rather be having an egg
I don't know whether I'd rather be having an order of bacon
Or whether I'd rather be having a basket of garlic bread
I don't know whether I'd rather be having some pie or
Saving my appetite 'cause I'm
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ring
I've been leaving on my things
So in the morning when the morning bird sings
There's still dinner on my dinner
Jacket till the dinner bell does the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell, do the bell thing
I'm waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding ding ding
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding ding ding
Waiting for the dinner bell to do the bell thing
Dinner bell, dinner bell, ding
PAOL KEINEG
"D"
Down from the web in the thorns glides a spider
with fur the color of weeds. Here I am. Desire
to please to which one adds desire to die. All
that comes from above makes things obscure.
All that, obscure, is tied up in a motion which
wrenches the heart. To take it is to pervert
it. This is why the entire poem is for another
day. I have not taken hold: the wild broom
flames near the telephone booth, a woman
talks crushing the receiver against her ear,
I remain incapable of high thought. To grow
old does not snuff out the scruples.
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