tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78273637835405000002024-02-08T09:49:29.065-05:00Ration AlleyWhat it sounds like.Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.comBlogger159125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-89581939710610518532010-10-07T03:18:00.001-05:002010-10-07T03:19:48.302-05:00I'm in a bus.<br />On a road.<br />Near-sighted.<br />Without headphones.<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-81780718962733209382009-10-19T20:11:00.010-05:002010-09-15T04:07:43.021-05:00Beneath the WindowsillI live remembering, <br />A far too contented life<br />As paint beneath a windowsill<br />On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe<br /><br />Windowsill's aware<br />Paint’s temporary<br />Stepping, dancing<br />Paint will peel.<br />Eventually I’ll be no more<br /><br />Beneath the windowsill<br />On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe.<br /><br />“Everything’s fine” she told me with her eyes<br />The windowsill<br />She knew my destiny<br />She's played this game<br /><br />I knew<br />I knew I knew not what<br />Only that she did not know<br />Know my 1-2-3 and I feel therefore…<br /><br />That color…the one I have<br />Nothing comes to mind<br />The bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe<br />Makes mirrors impossible<br /><br />Made truly of liquid stuff<br />I’ll be printed all across the floor<br />Plainly unaware of how incredibly vast<br />The extension of my paint could reach<br /><br /><br />Panicked! Peeled off the floor, off the shoe<br />Sticking to the 1-2-3<br />The very last time<br />The first and final panic for paint<br />That’s not the purpose of paint!<br /><br />Life to live all the while<br />For whom?<br /><br />Told the windowsill I love her<br />Her color that could be mine<br />Her “Everything’s fine”<br /><br />She’s all aching eyes<br />All “Knowledge” calls out<br />She and me are aching eyes<br /><br />And the rest is a memory<br />The instant spent<br />Beneath the windowsill<br />On the bottom of the mad hatter’s shoe<br /><br />The blessed shoe had the feeling<br />Like a playhouse<br />An invention from a childish soup kitchen<br />In God’s city<br /><br />And you want to laugh at something like that<br />Really<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-71901803977042731832009-08-31T02:23:00.007-05:002010-09-15T04:15:02.640-05:00Death of a Baker, Life of a HoundTipsy on one step<br />Forward and back<br />Legs apart balance<br />Brain on a crepe<br />Gravity attack<br />Last chance<br /><br />Delicate crisp<br />French pancake lover<br />Of mine and yours<br />Falls. A hopeless wisp<br />Betrays in hover<br />The gravitational whores<br /><br />But so does the dog<br />Make the midair snatch<br />For midair snacking<br />Depriving that hog<br />Of the pancake catch.<br />Hog: sent packing.<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-73214166926224824432009-08-14T16:37:00.016-05:002010-10-07T03:22:08.555-05:00Peace and Love, or death from above"Freedom was attacked Today..."<br />If only words could wash away<br />The biggest lie<br />Did freedom die?<br />And bigger still<br />That freedom will<br />Or can, at that<br />...the silly twat...<br /><br />"...and Freedom will be defended."<br />Not a good idea is it<br />To have no idea of <span style="font-style:italic;">that</span> idea)<br />Unended. At least he tried?<br />He didn't, no, he never was.<br />Tried, with reason.<br /><br />We were under no real threat of tyranny,<br />Fighting<br />For Freedom<br />(did I imagine your lies? Of course I did.)<br /><span style="font-style:italic;">for our freedom</span><br />Code for killing, dear George,<br />And your code for vengeance.<br /><br /><br /><br />A concept like a baby,<br />From conception, we agree.<br /><br />Freedom is not born of you<br />But <span style="font-style:italic;">you</span> of it<br />You scare me, George!<br />A baby is very much like a President<br />A President is very much like you<br />You are very much like<br />Freedom<br />Misappropriational <span style="font-style:italic;">Freedom</span> Freedom<br /><br />Convenient concept?<br />For you.<br />Because freedom comes<br />It comes with certain...oops<br />...well... you get the idea<br /><br />What about...<br />Responsibility.<br />It also comes with Agility.<br />Telekenesis! But sometimes Prosthesis.<br />With a bit of a thrill.<br />Like a veto on an oxygen bill (crush and snort)<br /><br />I'm a baby too. Poke fun, at <span style="font-style:italic;">you</span>?<br />And that's the moment you're at your best.<br />Did you pass the test?<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-10505218093867808732009-08-05T03:03:00.003-05:002010-10-07T03:23:37.503-05:00Tell me, what is balls?Though I’d much rather you<br />Complement me<br />For taking so long to acquiesce<br />Life as we know it<br />Is even affirmed<br />By the acceptance of your creed<br />Art<br />is<br />business<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-43697637779060758682009-07-17T15:04:00.009-05:002009-09-14T00:06:31.795-05:00Film AlleyOur concept of an eye<br />Full well looking<br />Lord knows<br />Where all that fullness is...<br />But what have we seen?<br /><br />Is the eye, another than the eye?<br />Your eye, one of the eyes?<br />Oh poorest. Do you have eyes and yet not see?<br /><br />The camera is recording, for someone to see<br />But without the person, we alter<br />Without cause<br /><br />You must remember the human being<br />Or he will be forgotten by celluloid and digitalia<br />Forgotten in paper<br /><br />The words ... not forgotten in words<br /><br />I feel it prudent to mention the very existence<br />(of the landscape)<br />You can't feel something prudent anymore<br />I wonder why that is<br /><br />It's unprofessional<br /><br />See for yourself<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-67339873232486538082009-07-14T13:44:00.009-05:002010-09-15T04:13:41.255-05:00Are we not children? Undefeated?We are in the age<br />Of information<br />But that is all one<br />I will sing of the sun<br /><br />A rise and set<br />Perpetuation<br />But that is all one<br />I will sing of the nun<br /><br />A parson or page<br />Some speculation<br />But that is all one<br />I will sing of the Son<br /><br />Mysterious sage<br />Is worthy to know<br />The further you go<br />You walk and he glows<br /><br />Reverend reveres<br />And so we shall follow<br />Him to follow<br />He that follows<br /><br />Not at a glimpse<br />Nor ever at hollow<br />Him to follow<br />He that follows<br />From He that is Light<br />No chance for flight<br /><br />And would you fight<br />To hide from light<br />You are not worthy<br />Or do not know<br />Blessed is he<br />Or she who believes<br />And still has not seen<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-15562725134570443302009-07-01T00:56:00.014-05:002010-09-15T04:43:05.412-05:00Ten American Moviemakers of Choice1. Stanley Kubrick<br />2. Woody Allen<br />3. Paul Thomas Anderson<br />4. Spike Jonze<br />5. Orson Welles<br />6. Martin Scorsese<br />7. David Lynch<br />8. Frank Capra<br />9. Charlie Chaplin<br />10. David Cronenberg<br /><br /><br />with strong regards to Ed Harris, Quentin Tarantino, John Huston, Clint Eastwood, Joel Coen, Steven Spielberg, Steven Soderberg, Robert Altman, Alexander Payne, Buster Keaton, Ethan Coen, Jim Jarmusch, John Ford, Howard Hawks, Christopher Guest, George Clooney, Francis Ford Coppola, and Billy Wilder.<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-72351109014697658162009-06-07T23:04:00.007-05:002010-09-15T04:25:27.319-05:00Stock footageStock footage of the nipple of an insect<br />Captured your voyage perfectly at the time<br />Happiness and place were absolute<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-73930095498155339362009-05-13T16:25:00.004-05:002009-06-25T14:45:05.317-05:00Inside of a carpenter's box<br />Sweating out of my cheeks<br />Grumbling like a hound<br />Feeling like a small chip of bacon<br />Deciding whether to drink wine<br />I just brushed my teeth<br /><br />I'll drink water, wash that toothpaste out<br />Poison and I are acclimated at this point<br />Coffee or Cigarettes, you name it<br />I'm figuring out what this butter knife is doing<br />Sitting next to my computer with a serrated edge<br />I used it to stir my tea<br /><br />Gathering my thoughts I recall that I sit here<br />My thoughts are interrupted by a siren<br />Why does the siren always seem to call for me<br />Writing way too fast<br /><br />Seven ages ago. That was 15. This is 22.<br />I miss twenty. I wrote freely and innocently at 20.<br />I lied about my innocence at 22, but the memory remained clean.<br />Ah, good riddance.<br />Let failures rouch themselves off to the plains to die.<br /><br />Investing crackers into my mouth<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-12083220779662241382009-05-09T13:56:00.021-05:002009-08-12T18:03:53.482-05:00To Orson WellesTo George Welles, who fell before he was born I write,<br />We barely missed a chance to know one another,<br />But there was never a chance. I should be<br />As free as you,<br />I think sadly that I very well may be exactly.<br />And you were too. As free as you were. You had to know that<br />"Power" is only temporary, but your freedom remains.<br /><br /><br />Who sings your name now? But how many times they sing. Whenever they sing, you twist, you twist their song. Who could have given you enough money to make your masterpiece?<br /><br />I am not you... you, the man of great artistry.<br />You are so full-chested<br />In all your roles<br />Oh evenheaded<br />Dead or alive<br />So uneven<br /><br />Not always the best final products but ever the instinct,<br />Inventing in order to tell.<br />Don't fuck with my editing. You fuck with my editing,<br />and you are a douchebag without a name who makes me look like you, Hollywood.<br /><br />You have taught me nothing<br />I could not have learned from any of the great films<br />Following yours, American Mercury.<br />An American hungarian...<br />a Frenchman!<br />And an painter in Ireland, supporting yourself<br />Leaving paintings in the houses where you stayed...<br /><br />Cut off by your drinking and, of course, your gen... and, absolutely, by Hollywood. Was it wrong for RKO to give so much to one man?<br />Did he do wrong to his office by accepting? Did he not succeed?<br /><br />Your subsequent failures are your greatest credits.<br />All in images.<br /><br />(I wish that Hollywood had been better to you)<br /><br />I like Mr. Arkadin, the film itself (images, baby!)<br />The lead actor's a bit of a bore.<br /><br />Always a fan, loved the wine commercial.<br /><br />Keep in touch,<br /><br />TCA<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-85294025255671367402009-05-05T17:32:00.009-05:002010-09-15T04:31:20.785-05:00The last drive of its kindShake<br />Jitter bug song<br />Candle weeps<br />Wax<br />Dissolves<br />Head burns<br />Rummed out<br />To the stem<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-24710954387301652452009-04-27T12:28:00.001-05:002009-05-04T22:50:45.439-05:00Cost to Direct FitnessSometimes a mind reader<br />She's judging<br />I'm pretty sure<br /><br />She'll happily dismiss me<br /><br />Because I'm pretty sure<br />But I can always make a move<br /><br />-----<br /><br />Somebody<br /><br />I am somebody<br /><br />She likes that about me<br />And I happen to know<br />It's my best quality<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-29860174906459007672009-04-12T02:57:00.004-05:002009-06-25T14:34:50.789-05:00Criticism is bullshit<br />You tell them<br />What you saw<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-43024293812301752232009-03-19T13:15:00.002-05:002009-03-19T13:19:03.130-05:00Drumming out parcels of peach pie<br />Cones upon cones and children are content<br />for a little while<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-74293431004112052802009-03-09T04:00:00.004-05:002010-09-06T03:24:01.938-05:00George W(ashington) BushHicksville dope outsmarts<br />The general populace<br />And we're still on top?<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-64637804321194553472009-02-04T04:09:00.009-05:002009-07-17T15:32:55.098-05:00We were not a beacon on a hill<br />Afford yourself the opportunity to try<br />Treat anybody as if he were your very own person, and you he<br />Muslims most especially<br /><br />Christians most especially<br /><br />Jews most especially<br />Philosophers especially<br />Janitors most especially<br />Plumbers most especially<br />Hookers most especially<br />Policemen most especially<br />Children most especially<br />Moneylenders in particular<br />The French most especially<br />The Iranians most especially<br />Russians are the very best<br />And I haven't even gotten to Americans yet<br /><br />I find it prudent, also, to mention (though I risk annihilation) that Koreans beat even Texas<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />When it comes<br /><br />to Barbeque...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />In other words: I HEART Korea(n Barbeque)!<br /><br />(I was risking annihilation from the Texan. Barbeque from Texas is a mmmmmatter of great pride - num num)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />... (he has made peace with the Mexican, has he not?)<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-54152653911014485492009-01-30T13:40:00.003-05:002009-06-07T22:59:16.130-05:00So what?The wiliest of all wiles inside<br />Made the point serenely<br />One at a time<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-6984406573944999102008-12-14T01:43:00.003-05:002009-02-13T05:08:46.867-05:00Do not topple yourself with verse<br />Verse - it isn't even hardly<br />It's more like a list<br />Of harmless grains<br />You might find in a fourth grade schoolbook<br /><br />Not a pretty picture<br />Jacarandas stink<br />Life moves on<br />People die and so forth<br />News to me<br />News to you<br />Good news<br />The good news<br /><br />Poetry will not save you<br />But you can save poetry<br /><br />All you have to do is sneeze three times<br />and say<br />there's no place<br />like home<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-77891406036075069152008-12-13T16:51:00.003-05:002008-12-13T17:07:17.289-05:00Meeting people to eat<br />The people of Mexico<br />I want to go home<br />Lollipop does just fine<br />Nothing in the middle<br />And I have to bite<br />I haven't read anything<br />For a long time<br /><br />Shave myself good<br />Damn fine<br />Somebody swallow me<br /><br />I never could think that way<br />Got no problem talking<br />Popular possum<br />Play yourself<br />Hey<br />You're pretty good at that<br />Did you know?<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-64308456335098511072008-12-11T01:37:00.006-05:002010-09-06T03:19:08.346-05:00Do you understand a Shakespeare of a bloke<br />A man looking for some kind of love<br />Writer no doubt<br />Sometimes you don't know how a person's work<br />Can Be anything other than something that hooks them<br />Early on<br />Until they don't know they are doing it anymore<br />It should be something you love<br />It should be what you love<br />Lusioned much with love<br />I lay a centipede awake<br />On my desk<br />The centipede takes off it's several boots<br />And stays a while<br />Calling itself Faith<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-83701510240530337122008-12-07T02:36:00.000-05:002008-12-07T02:37:22.610-05:00found halfwit<br />produces<br />Pheromones<br /><br />over the counter<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-15623990319186386802008-12-07T02:33:00.001-05:002008-12-07T02:36:15.296-05:00furious abstruseness mistaken<br />for an impetunosity<br />for blabbermouth<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-10474454697870382782008-12-05T17:04:00.005-05:002009-08-05T03:16:50.643-05:00A Student SittingWho's rude<br />When you walk right past<br />And I'm stoned and I'm silent<br /><br />Purple hair<br />Take up the girl<br />Who knows me and my position<br /><br />I think too much<br />Somebody knows me thinking<br />Fortunate unfortunate<br /><br />Cross-legged bear interrupted<br />The lecture begins<br />And it's time to turn the page<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7827363783540500000.post-67960191847815774772008-12-02T16:44:00.004-05:002008-12-07T02:38:22.684-05:00Just because we are the greatest country in the world does not mean, automatically, that we are its greatest people. It is the call to do good and behave righteously in the face of freedom itself that makes our country the very finest, but our country, our land, is so much more than we can be, though we never had the grace to see it. So take up your grace as you take up a mountain.<div class="blogger-post-footer">I can't find what I wanted to say right now.</div>Thomas Cunningham Anawalthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05458580250679977285noreply@blogger.com0