the Rio de Janeiro Carnival attracts two million people a year
It is a four-day event
a seat for the parade can cost anywhere from three to six hundred dollars
there are five thousand elaborately dressed dancers in the parade
I am not tempted to spend the money to get there or get a seat
But I would love to watch this if it is on TV sometime
Grease bubbles in the oven, our handprint
Rotes streak on dirty glass, flesh off bone
In the cramped font room we’d sit and stare
At the telly on the blink needing care.
With a slap on its head,
While the cussing instead
Was more entertaining than the fair.
my dog, Beau loves Rex the TV dog detective from Canada
his head turns from side to side as he watches Rex
This dog is always in a precarious situation
Having to climb over semis and bridges to jump bad guys
Bad guys with guns who have horrible aim, never hitting Rex
Remnants of the 1960’s tv show called Lassie
Beau is barking instructions to Rex now, warning him.
It is hilarious to watch.
Often times Beau tries to climb up the cabinet into the TV
More entertaining than the times he catches himself in the mirror
Or barks warnings to his own reflection in our shiny credenza.
More later, Beau and I are on the edge of our seats. Rex is in trouble.
I use a tv set as if it were a radio
listening while I do other things
my childhood through the sixties trained me well
while I listen to my dramas, I play word games
write poetry, draw pictures and cartoons and paint
when I do look up, the drone of the tv coaxes me into a nap
I love listening to a tv
it is almost as great as listening to a radio
I like predictable tv shows
Colombo always followed the perpetrator
In Death in Paradise the inspectors solve every case
Someone on the stand confesses in every Perry Mason episode
Harvey Korman always falls on his butt on the Carol Burnett Show
No matter who the Equalizer is, he or she fixes everything for a good guy
John Wayne always beat the bad guys in every movie
Until The Cowboys when he was murdered by Bruce Dern
I never liked Bruce Dern after that
And I never watched another John Wayne movie
I like predictable movies too
old tv box
emerging from snow
with its rustic culture
All the TV shows tell me he feels the same,
When in reality I know he doesn’t,
In all the romance movies I watch how the girl gets the guy,
I know someday I’ll end up with someone,
Today is just not that day,
And he’s not the guy I will end up with,
I know it,
He knows it,
Everyone knows it,
Yet there is this tiny feeling that I want to see where it would go,
Even if it’s just me telling him about my feelings,
Everything returning to normal,
And never speaking of it again,
Sometimes I want to text him,
Tell him I want to hang out,
But whenever I think about it I feel like a stalker,
I’ve never felt like this before,
I don’t know what to do around him,
Do I smile?
Do I maintain eye contact when he looks back at me?
Or do I just pretend he isn’t in the same room as me?
Every door is open,
The universe is giving thousands of options,
I’m too scared to take any of them,
I seem to want him,
But not wanting the risk of getting hurt,
I guess that’s normal,
I hate feeling like this and not being brave enough to do anything about it.
TV holds me hostage
not interesting one bit
yet I cannot move from my chair
for I am fluffy, not fit
The drone of the TV dear
lulls my heavy body to sleep
the time that I waste here
makes me want to wail and weep
TV is my radio
I listen but rarely watch
drawing cartoons
writing poems
playing word games
multi-tasking while others watch
I was trained to do this from childhood
thanks to my parents’ radio
and a mother who quilted, knit and cooked
You know
it's not what you know
or who you know
it's what you know
about whom you know
and I know you know
'You know'
are the most
abused over-used
words today
you know
I'd be happy
if never again
I hear anyone say
'You know'
but wherever you go
there they are
on the lips
of all your friends
and you know
it never ends
they're on TV
and radio
I'm so tired
of listening to
'You know'
you know
I haven't written anything today:
The fridge needed defrosting
Bottle of wine 'not going to drink itself'
Need to charge phone (minor)
TiVo 75% full, must spend time
watching/deleting programmes
Note to self: define TiVo for future generations
Plus, you'll obviously remember all
the amazing slash mundane ideas you had today and
write them up later on some loosely
defined (series of) date(s)
And, it's Friday
You'll be on official holiday soon
Also, it won't be any good anyway
You're too old for all of this
For starting all of this business again
the remote to our TV disappeared last night
my husband and I checked both sides of our chairs
the table, a shelf, the floor, a shoe, the garbage can
My husband asked “do you think Beau has it?”
“Not a chance,” I told him “we would hear him chewing it”.
We turned on the lights and tore the living room apart.
Moved the couch and both recliners.
Put our hands down the recliners three or four more times.
“Your mom’s birthday is tomorrow,” I said “do you think it is her saying hello?”
His mother has been gone twenty years, but this felt like spirit playing tricks.
We already lost one remote to this machine and it was never found.
I will not be surprised if it is sitting here next to our chairs tomorrow.
I was wrong.
It was sitting on the chair in the morning.
So tired of the TV talking heads
twisting every word that's said
much of it scripted
and has to be read
they don't even have a vested interest
only putting their mouth
where the money is at best
my advice to them...
'If you have nothing useful to add,
Mum's the word
don't drive us mad,
keep it under wraps
stow it under your hat,
put a lid on it
or a cork in it,
zip your lips,
spare us the hot air,
it's a verbal Sirocco and, in all likelihood,
an ill wind that blows no one any good.'
mysteries are all over the internet
these stories have been popular for decades
I rarely watch a mystery show twice
I never read a mystery novel a second time
after knowing who did it and how they did it, what would be the point?
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