Iridescent jewels lay buried
deep within the soul
waiting to be excavated.
I struggle for
the pure stream of consciousness
as twisted ideas
rampage through my mind.
I recklessly splatter
and sprinkle words
across the page
in mock rhythmic cadence.
It’s been suggested
in some circles
that I am a poet.
I haven’t had
the Batman dream
in quite awhile.
That was always
my favorite recurring dream
in my early adult life.
The basic gist of the dream
is that I would be Batman
with uniform and Bat Cave and all.
Of course,
I wasn’t a very good Batman.
I was more interested
in making time with Catwoman
than preventing crime.
Then people ask the obvious:
Which Catwoman was it?
Was it Julie Newmar or Eartha Kitt
or Lee Merriweather or Michelle Pfieffer
or Anne Hathaway?
I’m truly a whore
because it always rotated
among the different CatWomen.
All of them (including Haile Berry)
appeared in at least one dream
and truth be told
I’ve yet to select a favorite.
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1065749
Enchanted by
these mystic ballads
sung by princesses
who smoked Moroccan Hashish
and gave head to monks
dipped in Holy Water
as the soul is purified
in thoughts resounding in caverns
never heard to cackle
a harsh or untrue word
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1087216
Fact is sometimes
stranger than fiction.
A case in point
is a recent Dead show
in Washington DC
I was partying up
in the legendary RFK parking lot
getting primed for the show.
I was talking to
a college girl
about the scene
and explaining how
it’s mainly just in fun
only a few of us
ever actually take it too far.
No sooner do I finish
my soliloquy
than a guy goes running by
screaming at the top of his lungs:
“THERE IS A GOD ABOVE!!!
THERE IS A GOD ABOVE!!!”
and dives into the murky waters
of the Anacostia River.
and I’m standing there stunned
thinking, “Open mouth, Insert foot.”
at this amazing spectacle.
Now, I’ve drank excessively,
done all kinds of substances
both licit and illicit.
I’ve been fucked up drunk,
stoned, obnoxious, dosed,
zoned, dusted, zonked,
blasted, plastered, under the weather,
high, wasted, toasted, roasted, wired,
tripped up, smoked up;
I’ve puked, passed out,
gotten sick, made others sick,
misbehaved, acted like an ass. . .
But in all the madness & chaos
it never once occurred to me
to look for God at the bottom
of the Anacostia River.
6-7-95
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1062033
And postulating
on poetry
and wondering if
the inspiration
can be found in mown grass
and dry summer nights
as the beer
is no longer
enough
to fire my soul
a green fairie is beckoned
with a belief
in transcendence
or at least
a serious buzz
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1094866
I peed on my foot
but pretended I didn’t—
the basis for Zen
We can only imagine
the truth we wish to ignore
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1080555
There was little, if any, Constitutional validity to the lawsuit. It really reflects a bleak existential reality that conservatives and republicans are facing. The Democrat candidate has won the popular vote in 6 of the last 7 presidential elections. The Democrat candidate has now won the popular vote in 4 straight presidential elections. Biden and Obama (twice) got more than 51% of the vote. Hillary Clinton only got 48% of the vote. None of the Republican candidates reached 48% in the last 4 presidential elections. Mitt Romney was the only Republican candidate to get over 47% of the popular vote.
(Ironically, the 45.9% trump got in 2016 was the lowest percentage of any of the presidential candidates in the last 4 presidential elections.)
This is where the sense of desperation comes into play. Most polls also show that Republicans have a higher average age than Democrats and Independents. This means that they are not being replenished as quickly as the years go passing by.
2008 did mark a substantial moment in American history. It was the first presidential election to include voters that weren’t alive before the Berlin Wall fell. 2020 marked the first presidential election to include voters that weren’t alive for the 9-11 attack. This will reflect changing priorities. That isn’t necessarily bad. The world is always going to change. It is always going to progress and evolve.
This is where a sense of desperation is coming in. People clinging to the past are scared of the future. A lot of people are scared of the present. Desperate measures are being taken or proposed in order to stop the world from changing. It, in some ways, is a last ditch effort. I don’t think these are necessarily evil people. There were Americans that sided with the British in the War of 1812. They weren’t necessarily horrible people. They were on the wrong side of history. There were people that refused to use electricity or refused to use a telephone or automobile when these inventions were introduced. People are afraid of change. They will resist it and sadly, some may never come around.
We need to stay vigilant and do what we can to make the world a better place. Many afraid of change will come around. We should be doing what we can to encourage and educate people. You can’t reach a klansman or a proud boy but a lot of other people are simply clinging to a nostalgia for something that, if it ever did exist, is now long gone. Many will just go back to their lives and realize that not much has really changed. They’re going to get by—and maybe get by with a little less vitriol. They will change at a snail’s pace but eventually they just may get it.
Many Philly bars have a drink special that is simply known as the “Special”. This special is a can of Pabst Blue Ribbon and a shot of whiskey. Often time this special can be had for as little as two or three dollars. It is a cheap way to get oneself hammered without drilling a hole in one’s wallet.
Now, those who know me are familiar with my penchant for exotic and extreme beers. I am one of those snobbish individuals who feel beer should provide actual taste along with the alcohol buzz. That is one of the reasons that I rarely drink mainstream beers. When I do, it is usually due to some social type situation where it would be rude to do otherwise.
So now that I wrote the two preceding paragraphs I have to link them together. Millions of people around the world will be shocked to learn that I recently indulged in the “special” at a concert. They will, no doubt, be disturbed to learn that I was not held at gunpoint nor was I doing it to impress a nubile, young female. I did it completely of my own volition.
I ordered “the Special” to the shock and horror of my tablemates. One of these companions became a beer snob because of my corrosive influence. He watched in horror as I consumed this special. Due to my twisted sense of humor, I took great joy in shattering his illusions. I took a couple swigs from the can and then drained the whiskey shot. I am unsure what whiskey was used for this special and perhaps its best that I don’t find out. It surely did nothing beneficial for my internal organs. Having recently read Sacher-Masoch, I found the strength to order two more specials before the night was over.
Now after all this fun, I have to try to evaluate the beer. It’s hard to critique a beer that is very thin in body and extremely light in flavor. It also becomes hard to really criticize because this lack of character and inoffensiveness is exactly what the brewers are gunning for. They want 5% abv water and that is close to what this beer is. It should be served ice cold and drank very quickly. There really is not much to savor.
I actually did pour some of the beer into a glass just so I could examine the hue and aroma of the brew. The very pretty waitress was quite amused at my act. The beer is what you would expect. It has that fizzy, yellowish hue with very minimal malt aroma. I think the aluminum can might provide more actual flavor or aroma than the hops so we won’t need to go there.
As for taste, this is actually not the worst thing in the world. The SAB people are serious in their efforts to bring this beer back. It has enjoyed a bit of trendiness as an alternative to Budweiser or Coors Light. There are many people who don’t really like intense beer flavors but like drinking beer. Since standing around holding a bottle or can of Bud or Coors is about as cool as standing around eating a McDonald’s burger, they need a lightweight alternative. Enter Pabst Blue Ribbon.
There is really not a lot of flavor in this beer. It mostly has a light malt flavor. They may have used a hop or two in brewing this beer. Lab results are not back yet. It is a fairly smooth drinking beer though. It didn’t have any off flavors or any foul type tastes. I’m sure many geeks will jump in and note that a beer must have flavor before it can have off flavors. I’m not that cynical.
This would be a good lawnmower beer. It is wet. But I have to note that the brewers were gunning for exactly what this beer is. They weren’t trying to create fruity esters or have an intense floral hop bouquet. This is a beer equivalent to fast food burgers. It will please many people as long as they are not expecting anything gourmet or exotic. I don’t expect very many beer geeks to enjoy this beer as a drinking experience. It would be a beer to drink if you were planning on inhaling beer and catching a mighty swift buzz. It will appeal to drinkers of mainstream beers if they are willing to put aside their prejudices and give it a fair chance.
As for the generous rating, I’m going to give the beer, I want to offer this explanation. The beer does achieve the results the brewers intended. Therefore, I am rating it upon that basis. It was not as horrible as I expected it to be. It was not a great beer either. I’m not going to recommend it because it is now part of a brewing conglomerate and no longer an independent regional beer. I don’t have to play the save the regional brewery card for this one. Drink it if you must. Drink it if you wish. Just let me close by saying that I didn’t feel all that hunky dory when I woke up the next morning.
https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1092748
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