I met her a couple of months ago,she,s 54 years old,on the radio today,they said she was going to be a fluffer for porn movies,I didn,t know what a fluffer was but they told us what it meant.Man,thats pretty sad,to go from being a diva,to doing movies,and then getting fat fat fat,and she must need $$$ pretty bad to have to get porn stars hard on the side.They don,t even film her,guess they don,t want to get a bag of flour.It,s a sad world.

that can't be true, thats a joke

What?? She's _not_ fat, and she's definately not "fat fat fat", and what's this fluffer stuff? The Blondie (well, at least it had one really good song - "Maria") album that came out last year went Platinum, and was a worldwide hit. They had a number one single ("Maria") in England last year... The album sucked - so I'm not a simperin' syncophant - but the 1999 Blondie tour was actually quite good, and Debbie sounded and looked great. What with the last album/tour, royalties from airplay, back catalog, all the compilations - she isn't hard up for cash! I think u are mistaken about her fluffer career. Don't believe everything u hear on the radio...

i heard martin short say that on a talk show, once--that he wanted to be a fluffer. big joke with the stars now, that one.

thanks to howard stern, the airwaves are much much much freer now....I hear ally mcbeal is going to have a big girl-girl kiss scene tonight. Howard always said lesbians equal ratings.......he did that years ago.....i am tuning in

girl girl schmerl when are we gonna see man man? ;-)

I,m sorry Derek,but I saw her,and met her,she is very short,and VERY fat,her hair was grey,her face is still pretty,she sounded great,the only new song she sang was Maria,and I think it was Simon,but I might be wrong,said it was probably an old song they never recorded.Her band rocked though. Why are men so wild about lesbians? Even my gay friend Bruce is.I don,t get it.

Oh, and btw, "Maria," is an AWESOME record.

i guess you are stuck with will and grace and only then will you *may* get lucky there jim....i'm for all kinds of kink on tv, but the titilating nature of girl girl is easier for the church going masses to chew.......god doesn't look down so hard on "lesbianism" as it does wild hairy leather butt sex

i was just thinking about that. I found an old New Yorker magazine and was looking through it, and there was a poem in there about this woman's experience as a young girl, when she'd have sleepovers with her friends and they'd "practice" kissing each other and then fall asleep with their fingers entwined in each other's hair....and the whole thing was given an aura of sweetness and innocence, and I was wondering how this scene would have been played out / received if it had been boys doing it.

j, i have not gotten your package yet, but i did get semillama's and heather's and patrick's.

"god doesn't look down so hard on "lesbianism" as it does wild hairy leather butt sex" wild hairy butt sex la titty ah fuck a moly LOL

Agatha,I hope I put enough stamps on it,I used 4 stamps and it didn,t seem heavy,I put $2.00 in the art gallery book.I guess I,ll have to start rubbing Rogain on my ass,I like the sound of wild hairy butt sex.The more I thought about it,I don,t think Debie Harry is a fluffer,I hope she hears about that and sues.

Here's where I feel it. Funny how it's here where I feel it. Funny how it's here. My boys were on Open Mike last night. John grew hair! I can't say I approve. I like the way he looks bald. Geoffrey was a whiz on his little pipe thingy. Vince told a joke about Cher and Stalan and Mike bobbed his head up and down laughing approvingly but the audience kept quiet. Freaking Canadians. If I'd been there I would have clapped and clapped and clapped and stood up. They're so boss. They're going to be playing tonight, so I'll be back later to tell you all how wonderful it is! You lucky lucky people!! ps....is Tom Waits the guy you all like? I notice they have something of his in the school library, and I thought I might take it out.

Tom Waits is my teen idol! I worship him and his broken ashtray voice! He is a lyrical genius! He is a god among men! I love you, Tom Waits! Ohhhhh.... *sigh* What album of his do they have? I finally got Bone Machine this week...the four song block of "In the Colosseum," "Goin' Out West," "Murder in the Red Barn," and the awesome "Black Wings" is 18 minutes of aural ecstacy. I'm kicking myself, too, for making poor MoonUnit's Tom Waits tape without sticking these and other songs off of Mule Variations that I hadn't heard in a while. Like "Eyeball Kid" and "Take It With Me." What a sweet song that one is. Gee, get your narrow behind over to your library and check him out!!

(Hey, has anyone ever heard of a band called Calexico? I'm listening to them right now and loving every minute.)

I don't remember the exact name of it, but I'm pretty sure it was some kind of early work thing. I don't remember. Does that sound like anything?

ORAL ecstacy. you meant to say Oral.

I'm still working my way thru Tom. I've got halfway thru making your tape Rhi, but theres so much I want to put on it.... I'd love to find a haka to stick at the beginning to freak you out a little (if you've ever seen a New Zealand rugby game played the haka is the maori chant/dance they do before the match to scare the opponents... I hate rugby but love the haka!)

That sounds cool!

From Me to My Boys: I must be sending this to the wrong place, but I don't care. Thank you very much for coming to York again. You did a wonderful job. There's so much I want to say, but it would only bore you. I just think you're all really swell. I look forward to seeing you the next time you're in Toronto. I sound so darn formal. I must have been standing too close to Hugh. You know I think I actually saw him smile once or twice. I can't be sure, but I Think... PS-Poor Hugh. I really like him, you know. He's always so intense when he's playing, I'm sure he must be a raving nutball off-stage. ~ Reply: Hugh here - thanks for your kind (?) words. You have sent this to the right place - all the email ultimately comes to my desk... Thanks again from all of us. written on a distant galactic plane, yours sincerely - Hugh McMillan. ~ I feel so proud. I love my boys. I'm going to go to one of those shops that lets you put pictures on tee-shirts on monday. I plastered some pictures together that I'd really like to get put on a tee-shirt. I mixed together pictures of my boys, and Moxy Fruvous and Morrissey and somewhere in there it says "Any fool can think of words that rhyme." which I thought was kinda funny in an ironical sort of way. You know I don't know if there's really such a word as "ironical" or if someone just made it up cuz it sounds funny, but I like it. Anyway, that'll be my new Concert Going Shirt. I can't wait.

I feel so happy for you, Gee! It must have been so exciting for you to get a reply to your message.

You're so sweet, Rhiannon. I was very pleased. That's the third e-mail he's sent me. I keep them all in my hope chest. (just kidding. about the last part.) I think I'm going to get a picture of David Lee put on a tee-shirt and send it to my friend Jerry. He's the one who sent me the tape of David Lee reading, and the autographed book. I figure he can wear this tee-shirt when he goes to see David Lee read and it will make David Lee laugh, which will make Jerry happy. I just need to find a picture of David Lee.

i think you should use this picture of david lee for your t-shirt.

you are one sick puppy swine. heheh

David Lee Ugly

i can't read poems that are longer than 6 or 8 lines. anything longer than that is self-indulgence. this is why the only poet i've ever cared for is brautigan. even his longer poems don't seem so long.

Leonard Cohen has some nice short ones. So does W.S. Merwin: "Separation" Your absence has gone through me Like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.

Ooh, I forgot. The poet A.R. Ammons has a whole book of really short poems, called "The Really Short Poems of A.R. Ammons." "Reflective" I found a weed that had a mirror in it and that mirror looked in at a mirror in me that had a mirror in it. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Time Spans" What lightning strikes in an instant the boulder hums all year ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ or my favorite: "weathering" A day without rain is like a day without sunshine

Oh, damn. That last verse in "Reflective" should read: me that had a weed in it Sorry for ruining the whole poem like that.

"Me,We!" -Muhammad Ali

Another short poem (Stephen Crane) A man said to the universe A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me "A sense of obligation." Hard to believe he was born in the late l800's. I liked the Ammons poems.

Sometimes long poems are good too. I don't see them as self-indulgent. It's like a short story vs. a novel. Some things just take longer to say. Look at "The Raven". That's a darn long poem, but really really good. "Ugly" is a good long poem. The ending is great. David Lee has been described as a "pig poet" but that's irrellivent (sp). It's just because he writes about pigs and farm animals alot. He's got a great one about a black pig that I'd really like to type up when I have time. Here is a short poem by Auden: ~ Nothing can be loved too much, but all things can be loved in the wrong way. ~

I forgot about this. I Love this. It's a poem by Archee the Fuzzpaw. ~ - Footsies - My feet are so good, My feet are so fine. I know you want to sniff them, but you can't, 'cause THEY'RE MINE! HAHAHA! ~ hehe. He's a puppet on a kids show. He's so cute.

another short poem (stephen crane) In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, who, squatting upon the ground, held his heart in his hands, and ate of it. I said, "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter--bitter," he answered; "But I like it "because it is bitter, "and because it is my heart."

Resume Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live. - Dorothy Parker

Edna St. Vincent Millay wrote a poem like that, too, and put it in a collection of other poems she wrote for children. I always admired her for that.

death was a big theme with edna. i do remember one poem called "lament" that begins with "your father is dead, children" and ends with "life goes on, i forget why."

I especially liked her poem called "Elegy," the end lines dealing with what would be missing when the person in question is dead, and they go something like "only the light from common water, only the grace from simple stone." Some of her stuff I find kind of forced, but she can be beautiful when her heart is in it.

hey, droopy, do you know if the title of that dorothy parker poem has french aigu accents over the e's? oh, wait, I just looked it up in my d.p. book. it does. I thought it did, but I sort of liked the idea of it being called the english word "resume." you know, just forget about it and go on.

some good d.p. four-liners: Prophetic Soul Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much. Experience Some men break your heart in two, Some men fawn and flatter, Some men never look at you; And that cleans up the matter. Thought for a Sunshiny Morning It costs me never a stab nor squirm To tread by chance upon a worm. "Aha, my little dear," I say, "Your clan will pay me back one day." Two-Volume Novel The sun's gone dim, and The moon's turned black; For I loved him, and He didn't love back. The Flaw in Paganism Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through. For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

and her best: Godspeed Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow! Ornithology for Beginners The bird that feeds from off my palm Is sleek, affectionate, and calm, But double, to me, is worth the thrush A-flickering in the elder-brush. Sanctuary My land is bare of chattering folk; The clouds are low along the ridges, And sweet's the air with curly smoke From all my burning bridges. Faute de Mieux Travel, trouble, music, art, A kiss, a frock, a rhyme -- I never said they feed my heart, But still they pass my time.

i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himself on the wires why do you fellows pull this stunt i asked him because it is the conventional thing for moths or why if that had been an uncovered candle instead of an electric light bulb you would now be a small unsightly cinder have you no sense plenty of it he answered but at times we get tired of using it we get bored with the routine and crave beauty and excitement fire is beautiful and we know that if we get too close it will kill us but what does that matter it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with the beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while so we wad all our life up into one little roll that is what life is for it is better to be part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than exist forever and never be a part of beauty our attitude toward life is come easy go easy we are like human beings used to be before they became too civilized to enjoy themselves and before i could argue him out of his philosophy he went and immolated himself on a patent cigar lighter i do not agree with him myself i would rather have half the happiness and twice the longevity but at the same time i wish there was something i wanted as badly as he wanted to fry himself -archy

Who is Archy? Great poem. Reminds me of the beat poets. It has a manic quality I like, too.

every night you can call me archy (click the little archy icon at lower right to get to homepage)

Good boy, Nate. Archy is swell. I like "Cheerio My Deario", but I get the impression that one is more common. Not that that's a bad thing. The worst part about showing someone an Archy poem is having to explain who Archy is. It's a cute story, but it takes away from the moment.

more, longer autumn valentine in may my heart was breaking -- oh wide the wound, and deep! and bitter it beat at waking, and sore it split in sleep. and when it came november, I sought my heart, and sighed, "poor thing, do you remember?" "what heart was that?" it cried. the searched soul when I consider, pro and con, what things my love is built upon -- a curly mouth; a sinewed wrist; a questioning brow; a pretty twist of words as old and tried as sin; a pointed ear; a cloven chin; long, tapered limbs; and slanted eyes not cold nor kind nor darkly wise -- when so I ponder, here apart, what shallow boons suffice my heart, what dust-bound trvia capture me, I marvel at my normalcy.

The Room I think all this is somewhere in myself The cold room unlit before dawn Containing a stillness such as attends death And from a corner the sounds of a small bird trying From time to time to fly a few beats in the dark You would say it was dying it is immortal

You fit into me like a hook into an eye a fish hook an open eye