Change of taste
Mordecai Richler and Leonard Cohen
I looked for you at Schwartz’s on the Main
They now told me you eat at Moishe’s
The mighty sirloin defeats
The lowly smoked meat
Robert K. Stephen
Change of taste
Mordecai Richler and Leonard Cohen
I looked for you at Schwartz’s on the Main
They now told me you eat at Moishe’s
The mighty sirloin defeats
The lowly smoked meat
Robert K. Stephen
“We often complain how difficult or impossible it is to get on with certain people. That may of course be true. But many such people are not bad but only strange, and if you got to know them well with all their ins and outs and learnt how to deal with them properly, neither too wilfully nor too indulgently, then many of them might easily be brought to their senses.”
Johann Peter Hebel (1760-1826), “Dinner Outside”.
To a vegetarian
Do you
Not hear
The screams at harvest time?
Robert K. Stephen
LOST MY MANHOOD: SO GLAD TO BE AT HOME!
Bob was up at 06:00 which is unusual. I ordinarily tell him, in my way, up and at em because it is time to perform my ablutions. Even stranger he had a bowl with a spoon coated in peanut butter ready for me to lick clean with some round crunchy thing in it that was somewhat bitter.
We went for our morning walk and Bob was extra pleased I did a double ablution. No breakfast for me! THIS IS GETTING STRANGER! Then in the car being held by Bob’s son A. WHERE ON EARTH ARE WE GOING?
My question was soon answered as we walked into the animal hospital. I AM BECOMING VERY NERVOUS! I jumped up on Bob’s lap for protection. Then a lady came and said let’s go Rory. OH NO!
She shaved a spot on my leg and then a pin prick which made me squeal and I remember waking up in a crate feeling SO COLD! Blankets were put on me and I felt warm and very sleepy. The lady then returned later and said , “Let’s Go Rory.” We opened the door and there was Bob and A waiting for me both giving me big hugs. I felt so happy and grateful. It hurt to walk and A carried me to the car and off we went home in a big snowstorm. Fay was at the door to greet me with sweet talk (she is so good with) and a gentle hug. I think I know what “home” means.
IT HAS BEEN A DAY OF CONFUSION, FEAR, GRATITUDE AND LOTS OF LOVE!
“perfectly a strangeness” a documentary short from Montreal based filmmaker Alison McAlpine has been nominated for Best Documentary Short at the upcoming 98th Oscars.
Three donkeys slowly clip clop their way up a Chilean mountainside to visit an observatory. For what reason we know not and there is no dialogue to assist in discovering that reason. They bray, roll in the dirt observe the observatory and head back down the mountain.
Carte blanche for your interpretation viewers. Beautiful cinematography of both the mountainside, donkeys and the exterior and interior of the observatory.
I like to think of this short as a cross between the Polish Italian film “Eo” where a donkey undertakes a journey of discovery of the human condition ending his fascinating trek at a slaughterhouse to be made into sausages and “2001 A Space Odyssey” with the donkey’s as astronaut Dave and the observatory the mysterious box.
The short is indeed strange but perfectly so.
Watch the trailer here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vG8rOAi6Q2g
You can watch this short on CRAVE.
RKS 2024 Canadian Documentary Rating 91/100.
A Poem Inspired by President Donald J. Trump and COVID
It all commenced with the Trumpster’s Kung Flu
Many so hoping out of the White House he flew
But such a jolly fun-loving man he was possessing a memorable sense of humour
(or was it ethnic hatred?)
And I was with him playing golf the other day honestly maintaining my scorecard with true shots
Pardon me he was manipulating his card lots!
We holed out on the 18th and went to the 19th for a cold drink
Him chattering how the Democrats stink
And he showed me a list for naming mutated viruses
For the United Kingdom the “Brit Bug”
For Canada the “Canuck Muck”
For India the “Curry Cold”
For Vietnam the “Saigon Slammer”
For Australia the “Melbourne Hammer”
For Singapore the “Pulmonary Wallbanger”
I replied “Keep this hatred nonsense at bay or you’ll end up in the slammer”
What a man of nasty manner
Then I decided give the man some of what he dished out and called the latest virus the “Kansas Killer”
Well he became so angry and red in a temper tantrum he dropped dead
Was it something I said?
Or perhaps it was all the Kentucky Fried Chicken he downed on Air Force One
That made him completely done?
Robert K. Stephen
Good shot
Writhing in misery
A
Niagara Falls of pumping blood
A companion to the dead leaves
Supplanting cellophaned beef
For 3.2 families
The busy executives of death
Blind to forces of nature
Place heads on top of cars
And parade homewards to continue the same
On Monday morning
Robert K. Stephen
Roasted Pigeon Droppings
Time declared they were great
Forbes acclaimed them a delight
Rolling Stone stated they were outta sight
Playboy advised them as an aphrodisiac at night
CNN advertisements promised a special 10% off deal
Good Housekeeping gave them an approval seal
National Geographic showed bare breasted natives scraping them off rocks
Clearasil used them in its cream for zits
Personally, I believe they taste like
The shits
Robert K. Stephen
LOSING MY MANHOOD: SOMETHING IS UP
I am getting more attention than usual and I query why?
Extra treats and cuddles.
Hearing lots of “Poor Rory”.
My food bowl disappearing at 20:00 with a comment “they say” no food after that time. Why?
As a West Highland Terrier I sense something is up. What is it?
“The bourgeoisie, wherever it has got the upper hand, has put an end to all the feudal, patriarchal, idyllic relations. It has pitilessly torn asunder the motley feudal ties that bound man to his “natural superiors” and has left remaining no other nexus between man and man than naked self-interest, than callous cash payment. It has drowned the most heavenly ecstasies of religious fervor, of chivalrous enthusiasm, of philistine sentimentalism, in the icy water of egotistical calculation. It has resolved personal wealth into exchange value, and in place of the numberless indefeasible chartered freedoms, has set up that single unconscionable freedom- Free Trade. In one word, for exploitation, veiled by religious and political illusions. It has substituted naked, shameless, direct, brutal exploitation.
Karl Marx and Friedrich Engels, “The Communist Manifesto”, 1848.