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Monday, March 06, 2006

That's The Way

That's the way the stomach rumbles
That's the way the bee bumbles
That's the way the needle pricks
That's the way the glue sticks
That's the way the potato mashes
That's the way the pan flashes
That's the way the market crashes
That's the way the whip lashes
That's the way the teeth gnashes
That's the way the gravy stains
That's the way the moon wanes

-- William Burroughs



I really, really like the rhyme scheme on this one -- the deviation from the aa, bb thing he originally set up in the first four lines makes tons of sense, if you think about it. And that Mr. Burroughs decided to rhyme five lines instead of three (or, horrors, four) in order to get the message across, well. . . This is just plain rad!

46 Comments:

Blogger ginab said...

That's the way, uh-huh uh-huh, I like it.

3:44 AM

 
Blogger purplesimon said...

The cookie crumbles.

Burroughs is God on acid. In my head, anyway. He's a clever man, unfortunately dead. Still, he could rhyme well. Unlike 50 cent. That man couldn't out-rhyme a kindergarten.

purplesimon out...

6:53 AM

 
Blogger purplesimon said...

Can I just add, IMHO about 50 Cent.

Don't be coming over drive-by with me, please.

Sheesh, I'm down wid de kids.

purplesimon out [on parole]...

6:55 AM

 
Blogger josh williams said...

Would that be Mr Waits behind Mr Burroughs? Nice rhyme, you got love good ole Will.
Now onto me, I posted a really touching sweet insightfull review on Erin O'Briens book and now I can not access my site. I a man with out a blog!
Thats the way the blog goes
Tha...your get the picture, I'll leave that stuff to the gifted.
I am either flotsam or jetsam in blog land, hope I don't end up on square island, with a bunch of squares, a bunch of norms, please dont send me to the Normville Republic. Drifting JW

7:41 AM

 
Blogger Captain Carl said...

Arrrr.....Willam Burroughs & Tom Waits....true pirates.......ay just rented Naked Lunch again a week ago........thats good stuff

7:58 AM

 
Blogger ticharu said...

Better than my cat Dickey Bird and that's sayin' something cuz my God can that cat string together clever rhymes, especially if the food bowl is empty! He's asleep right now, otherwise I'm sure he'd have something clever to say.

1:08 PM

 
Blogger ginab said...

what a cute dog.

I mean

what a neat god.

Se suave,

hola Roller.

1:14 PM

 
Blogger wallycrawler said...

Cronenberg's "Naked Lunch" was great and weird , but I don't think it captured Burroughs's work . I don't think anyone would be able to put William Burrough's or Hunter Thompson's work to film .

2:03 PM

 
Blogger Bloodgood said...

Burroughs has a great part in the movie Drugstore Cowboy. Its one of my Favorite Gus Van Zant films. I believe he died shortly after it was made.

3:26 PM

 
Blogger josh williams said...

I am back and stronger than before, best I take a shower. William Burroughs and Tom Waits, I don't think they talked about the weather.
I recently read "The First Third" by Neal Cassidy or a collection of his notebooks, kinda interesting. If you like that scene its a good read, if you don't I doubt you will be converted. Drifting no longer( I found my blog) and Erin seemed to understand and appreciate my review, writers can be kinda tough to please, but I think my review just clicked.Once again the world is running on greased grooves. Best JWW

6:21 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

OK --- so I know this was not the point of your post. ...but can I just say that you've the hottest picture of tom waits! i'm dyin'!

I don't have to feel guily about not blogging. for some reason I can't even access my blog today -- and a number of other ones for that matter -- so I go to bed now without guilt. ...and am ready to face tomorrow in the gayest job on the planet!

such fun and silly dramas to watch all the day long! how i do wish I could blog about them! LOL!

kisses! ...by the way, that is a wicked cool book you have at the store by Burroghts! I never knew he did an art book!

10:47 PM

 
Blogger kellywalters said...

uh-huh-uh-huh!

9:45 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

ginab:

uh-huh uh-huh

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purpsie:

God on acid, yes! About fiddycent; what's IMHO?

--Notorious I.N.G.

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Joshsie:

Yes, that's Mr. Waits. I found the poem on The Black Rider. Mr. Waits recites it perfectly. Your review is, as usual, weirdly convincing, and by virtue of your voice you should be more than able to stay out of squaresville and right where you are, in the mean streets of Central Indiana. I was thinking of paying you a visit, and I thought I'd look cooler if I brought 50 cent. Will that help?

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Cappy:

You rented you lunch naked? You are the true pirate! Next time, though, don't pay for it. You're too hot for that.

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ticharu:

There's some poem -- I can't remember which one -- that features a Dickey bird. All I can really recall is that the reference is frightening. It either tells a horrible secret by whispering in someone's ear, or else it bites off someone's nose.

But um, can I borrow your cat? I'm blocked. I'll give him 50 cent.

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ginab:

Holla back, roller.
Just don't roll that thing
over my new tulips
or let your dog near.
Dig?
(They're from Holland, you know.
I paid 50 cent for 'em.
Plus postage.)

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Wally:

Nope, there's no way, and that's why L. Ron Hubbard invented PCP.

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bloodgood:

Indeed? I forgot that he was in it -- I'll have to see it again, eh?

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Josh:

I never did get to The First Third, but I like the energy and drive of the movement. I just wish there were more ladies -- what've they got, Diane Di Prima? Joyce Johnson? ZZZZZzzzzzzz.

Hey, man, you know who I like from that period (even though he kind of scares me)? LeRoi Jones. (Who was married to Diane DiPrima).

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Matty:

There are much hotter -- he seems to look cool no matter how the camera catches him.

Are you sure you have the gayest job? Is there nothing gayer?

About the Burroughs book: I hate to break this to you, but he wrote a book about his kitty cat called -- shudder -- The Cat Inside. Note the word "heartwarming" on the cover.

9:50 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

Roxi:

Yeah, hey, lady!

9:54 AM

 
Blogger Captain Carl said...

Arrr....ay be doin a search(inspired by this post) ta get me facts straight,
and this popped up.
ghost of W. S. B.
but ay be to afraid ta listen to it......somebody else do it and get back ta me

4:16 PM

 
Blogger Bloodgood said...

Yes definetly watch Drugstore Cowboy, it is Gus Van Zant second best movie!!
Well worth seeing multiple times!

5:02 PM

 
Blogger ginab said...

Okay, no poo-drizzle over your precious tulips come by way of Holland. I know, I am being extremely formal. My dog, Bea Bea, she looks bummed and ashamed for her wanting to: shake-shake-shake, / / / shake-shake-shake, / / / shake her booty.

Me? I look that way because I want Waits gd nose!

-g+bb

7:19 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

Oh, I want that book!

...I know both a lot about Mr. B and also very little.

10:59 PM

 
Blogger wolf-snaggle-tooth said...

Rad is the word..

6:48 AM

 
Blogger josh williams said...

me hovel es su hovel.Fifty cent yeah, fifty cent. Cool Beans. (very hip to say on the mean streets of Indy, "Cool Beans" and "Keen")

6:58 AM

 
Blogger ticharu said...

Dickey Bird is asleep again so I can't ask him but he works cheap when he works.
You should come and read the stuff on 'Legs' anyway cuz I'll never be able to stick to the list, you know, and it inspired a second post and probably a third and a fourth post about the old school stuff I listen to. So I just thought you might find it all interesting and I'd love to have yer 2 cent.
Exhortations to visit Ticharu Gets Legs!

7:29 AM

 
Blogger crallspace said...

I never read much rhyme from Burroughs.

i have 4 of his spoken CDs and his BIOgraphy.

Interesting chap, he was.

9:13 AM

 
Blogger jungle jane said...

i have some AMAZING washing powder that could help those gravy stains...

1:23 PM

 
Blogger ginab said...

Man-o-man am I feeling fat.

Just thought I'd let that detail slip in here. Has nothing to do with anything whatsoever.

But you and everybody knew that!

yo muy stupido to boot

4:24 PM

 
Blogger wolf-snaggle-tooth said...

Rad to the nth..
what do's nth mean ?

I got the RAD,, early skateboard term i belive, but nth ireally do not know..

12:16 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

ginab:

Okay, Donny Dorko, you disabled comments, so I can't comment on this, your posting, on your site, you!

the Commemoration brings you back to me
plain as the Fuji apple you accepted

guilt, I'll mention it, to overwhelm smiles
because I remember the round, blushing pyramid

the cool sticky waxed skin glow
the percussion in your powder-bites

the ink-filled night
me, under you, stark as a winter field

shadow less music rising to its knees
creaking bows, flame-crackling grass

(where did you go?)


The parens in the final line -- just right!

A couple of things were obscure to me; is this a private poem (easy to see it's addressed to a particular person and makes references that this person would understand, but me as a reader? Me too dumb.) The round pyramid thing, and yeah you probably noticed. . . you know. I didn't understand the powder-bites or what makes these things percussive.

That Fuji -- so concrete, and such a lovely gesture. I love the blush on a Fuji. It's the cherry blossom of the apple family.

The last five lines are so great! Man, ginab, you blow me away.

This comment is my little rebellion against your disabled comments -- hope you don't mind, my true true friend. I adore you.

1:01 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

Carl, Matey, wherrrre be yer blog? Ay been peerin' thru me spyglass and all I can see is the white underbelly of a spermaceti. Curse him! Arr!!

1:53 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

Dearest bloodgood:

And #1: My Own Private Idaho? Many good things are well worth multiple times (ask Mrs. B. about that one).

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ginab:

Poo-drizz? Oboy. Can't shake off that image. I remember, by the way, that The Beabs was always rather proud of the eggs she laid in the precise center of the nature trail. . .

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Matty:

Nobody knows Mr. B. Except Mr. H, I guess.

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Snaggle:

Wait! And lo! Are you sure it isn't "grease"? That's what I heard is the word is the word (it's got groove it's got meanin').

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Josh:

Shucks, I'm so gosh-durned wowsered by this Central Indiana vernac! You're the Grannie's Panties, yo.

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Tich:

I sooo like your influences! And yeah, your list is old school: T-Rex, uh-huh, uh-huh, that's the way. You like Earth, Wind and Fire? (If so, Ginab's wise to your cracker.)

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Crall:

You'd probably love this, then. But I'm warning you: harsh tokes.

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Jane:

Thank you, but Josh concocted a formula to remove the urine from my pool. The stain, like the song, remains the same.

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ginab:

No eres estúpida o gorda. No es posible, amorcita.

Are we synchronized, like female rats living in close proximity? Except, of course, that we are not rat-like and do not cause Matty to jump up on a stool and scream? And besides which you live in MI while I live in CA? But other than all that jazz, are we in rhythm? Wowser. Cosmic.

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Snags:

The Nth, dude. Don't you speak N-glish?

3:37 AM

 
Blogger ginab said...

Well dear.

The powder-bites are simply Fuji meat. Them apples are not crisp like a Mackintosh or a Granny. They're known too for their powdery texture. And literally the round pyramid is just a display of the apples in a grocers, tho sometimes apples appear stacked and ready to avalanche.

I need distance now from the piece, to fix anything, because yeah it's kind of one-on-one. I put the comments back up because I'm too lazy for any alternative. Oh, and I left a little disclaimer.

Beabs has stopped dropping eggs on the path. She's matured to the brush. Thankfully.

I'm too busy to type here. Gotta go.

-g+bb

PS: thanks (blushing)

8:54 AM

 
Blogger kellywalters said...

sorry.. I just couldnt think of much else to say..

10:18 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

Ginab:

Oooooh. Yes, yes. Why didn't I see that? Why, ginab? Waxed skin, blushing pyramid. T'anks.

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Roxi:

Say what you say & don't worry about a thing. Here, you are my honored guest.

11:13 AM

 
Blogger jake said...

Bill Burroughs makes me want narcotics.

3:08 PM

 
Blogger jungle jane said...

Ing my stomach is rumbling but i am not sure if maybe its just a swarm of bees bumbling. i am so confused. can you help?

3:38 PM

 
Blogger ing said...

Jake:

Is that all it takes? Let me go dig him up. . .

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Jane:

Here's what we'll do. We'll feed you a box of Chinese Mantids (they make good finger food, but please don't bite them in half, as you would a french fry -- delicious for dipping in vanilla soy, btw), and then we'll see if the rumbling turns to chewing. If it does, we'll have to act fast. Because after they're done with the bees, they'll start in on their mates. And that's just plain grody.

If you're merely hungry, simply swallowing the mantids should do the trick.

We'll get to the bottom of this!

4:16 PM

 
Blogger jake said...

stay away from my medicine cabinets.

i can multitask.

6:27 PM

 
Blogger jake said...

and please don't dig Bill up...he was already pretty dead when he died.

6:28 PM

 
Blogger josh williams said...

How did you know about "Urine be Gone" you read my mind! Am I so predictable? Head hangs in aw shucks manner waiting for an apology and then maybe a purchase of Ole JW's Uring Be Gone! This time I turn in I have werk domani!I werk until my urine agent works. (very Hollywood, youranagent)

7:26 PM

 
Blogger matty said...

I met the sweetest girl today. she told me how she was given a chocolate box. ...not a box of chocolate, but a box made of chocolate.

She told me she smashed it with a meat hammer (?) she then shared it with her lover.

...all I've been able to think about since is a chocolate box. I want one!

..and a meat hammer.

Mr. H. also got pretty close with Ms. F

11:00 PM

 
Blogger purplesimon said...

IMHO means 'In My Humble Opinion'.

Notorious I.N.G - too fucking funny!

purplesimon out...

2:19 AM

 
Blogger davi said...

that's the way the room spins
that's the way the garbage bins
that's the way the violins

::pluck::

2:30 AM

 
Blogger ginab said...

This comment has been removed by a blog administrator.

8:04 AM

 
Blogger ginab said...

davi, do you not know? well then, keep crisping away; munch-munch; here's an apple, or smooth it down, think ice cream.

8:04 AM

 
Blogger Spinning Girl said...

I do like that. I need to write something creative today, I think!

9:02 AM

 
Blogger jungle jane said...

YAYAYAYAYAYAY! your blog is back from its travels! did it take photographs? did it have a good time?

10:59 AM

 
Blogger ing said...

Jakester:

¿Su casa no es mi casa? Okay, then, can I at least raid your 'fridge?

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Josh:

The only thing predictable about you is that you will go off on a tangent to somewhere I could never predict.

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Matty:

Did Ms. F own a hammer, and if so, did she ever put it down?

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Purps:

IDNKT (I did not know that). Have you, by the way, ever been to L.A.? I imagine people in L.A. text-messaging each other in this kind of short hand all the time. I'm soooo old-fashioned!

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Davi:

: :fuck: : (Sorry -- I just spilled my O.J.)

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ginab:

Is it spring, then?

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spinning girl:

Me too! I have a secret idea for something, but sometimes it's tough to get started. . . Hmmmmmmmm.

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Jane:

YAYAYAAYAAAAAAY!

I don't know where it went and it seems to have no memory. It came back to me wet, tired, and smelling of gin. I toweled it off, scolded it soundly, and sent it to its room without supper. Tomorrow I'll coddle it, just to keep it in a state of confusion.

11:22 AM

 
Anonymous luckyfool13@hotmail.com said...

Thats the way i feel life-------well I really like this poem it really cuts to the matter of life -hope shattered - gut feeling ---raw--candid -- The connection between Tom Waits and William Burroughs and this poem is...........
anyone know?--------------






On Tom Waits Album "The Black Rider"
Tom recites the poem to music making one hell of a production and audio masterpiece--now further this creative partnering of genius and cube it with the artistic flux of Robert Wilson viola' the stage presentation of "The Black Rider"----a true artistic masterpiece performed in the early ninties in london and reproduced recently in SF and LA---
Richard Strange from early english punk fame acted in the musical---

1:29 AM

 

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