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Four Scurrilous Epitaphs

A thumbnail biography of the poet Billy Viscous appeared in the April 27th, 2010 entry of this blog. 

FOUR SCURRILOUS EPITAPHS

By Billy Viscous

Epitaph for Allen Ginsberg, Beat Generation Poetaster

He saw the best behinds

of his generation

destroyed by hemorrhoids.

Epitaph for Teddy Kennedy, Hyena of the Senate

He

didn’t

kill

Marilyn.

Epitaph for Dan Rather, Pompous Newsreader

He never met

a teleprompter

he didn’t like.

Epitaph for Al Gore, Phony Populist

Where would we be today

if he had not

invented the Internet?

And The Baby Bear Said

Here is a link to the latest song from Jersey Petroleum (which consists of John Stanford and Ron Bass): soundcloud.com/jersey-petroleum/and-the-baby-bear-said

And The Baby Bear Said

And the baby bear said:

"Somebody has been smoking my angel dust."

And I said: "No no no no no no no,

My little baby bear,

It's just flashbacks man, flashbacks man, flashbacks man."

And the baby bear said:

"Somebody has been photoshopping the 

Images from my 5D camera."

And I said: "No no no no no no no,

My little baby bear,

These images by definition are shape-shifters

That iteratively self-edit the way they appear."

And the baby bear said:

"A bear must walk down fourteen roads

Before they call him a bear."

And I said: "No no no no no no no,

My little baby bear,

A bear must walk down no fewer than

One hundred and eighty eight roads

Before they call him a bear."

Suprematist Sidewalk

A New Koan

The redoubtable Yogi Baksheesh, Spiritual Advisor to the Exceptionally Evolved, present his students with this new koan:

Q: How can you tell a path the Way?

A: There is no path. There is no Way. Go drink a Proustini.