Category Archives: Arts

Poem: Untitled

i had no idea
i’m still really sorry about the beach
i HAVE to stop drunk dialing people
i don’t ever want to travel with Kevin’s friends again tho
they are all hot messes
i guess like me



Songs In Prose: R. Kelly “I’m A Flirt”

Now if you walk up in the club with a bad chick, and she’s looking at me then I’m going to hit it. Man, jacking for chicks, I tried to quit, but I’m a player homie, so I had to hit it.

While you were buying her drinks in the club, acting like your in love, stunting like you’re all thug, we was switching numbers. She looking at you when I walked by, but you turned your head, she winked her eye. I can’t help if she’s checking for a platinum type of guy.

She’s calling me daddy, and I’m calling her mommy. She’s calling you Kelly, when you’re name is Tommy.

I don’t know what ya’ll be thinking when you bring them around me. Let me remind you that I am the king of R&B. Do you know what that means? That means if you love your chick, don’t bring her to the VIP, because I might leave with your chick.

Just keeping it real. It’s a player’s feel. Don’t take your bitch to the club when you just met her. Because I’m a flirt.

Written By: R. Kelly

Songs in Prose: Drive-By Truckers “Birthday Boy”

Which one’s the birthday boy?” she said. “I ain’t got all night.”

“What your momma name you? You can call me what you like.” Every skinny’s a mystery, gotta make it hard some how. “Sit your narrow ass down hot shot, I’ll solve yours right now.”

“Got a girlfriend don’t you boy?” Nervous hands can’t lie. Married men don’t ask how much, single one’s ain’t buying. One day you’ve got everything. Next day it’s all broke. “Let Miss Trixie sit up front. Let her wipe your nose.”


Working for the money like you got eight hands, flat on your back under a mean old man, just thinking happy thoughts and breathing in. Between your momma’s drive and daddy’s belt it don’t take smarts to learn how to tune out what hurts more than helps.

Pretty girls from the smallest towns get remembered like storms and droughts that old men talk about for years to come. I guess that’s why they give us names. So a few old me can say they saw us rain when we were young.


“Which one’s the birthday boy?” she said. “I ain’t got all night. What your momma name you? You can call me what you like.”

Author: Mike Cooley, DBT

Everything is Shiny, Always Gold…

I’ve been studying the two videos for Kid Cudi’s “Pursuit of Happiness” (accompanied by MGMT & Ratatat) like the Zapruder film. The song itself is haunting, but the videos are a master class in the weight imagery and music work together. One song can be a party-down number one moment, and a confrontation with a personal demons the next.

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What I Read: Clint Eastwood, Chicago’s Daley, Nola’s Treme

Out of the West“, Clint Eastwoods Shifting Landscape, The New Yorker

Clint Eastwood is a certified memberĀ  of our “Man-Acting” legends, and this article does a great job at understanding what makes The Man With No Name a solid-to-great director. A child of the 40s and 50s, Eastwood has deconstructed several mythological storytelling idioms of his day. Westerns (Unforgiven), Depression-era style Boxing stories (Million Dollar Baby) and especially WWII (Flags of Our Fathers and Sands of Iwo Jima), which needed to be humanized after the ‘Greatest Generation” lovefest that sainted a complex group of people. Continue reading

Ah, Mutton Bustin’

Hunter S. Thompson: On Sportswriters

“Sportswriters are a kind of rude and brainless subculture of fascist drunks whose only real function is to publicize & sell whatever the sports editor sends them out to cover…

Which is a nice way to make a living, because it keeps a man busy and requires no thought at all. The two keys to success as a sportswriter are 1) a blind willingness to believe anything you’re told by the coaches, flacks, hustlers and other “official spokesmen” for the team-owners who provide the free booze… and: 2) a Roget’s Thesaurus, in order to avoid using the same verbs and adjectives twice in the same paragraph.”