And Now for the Rumors Behind the News

I am taking a blogging break to work on a project.

I’ll be back at the end of September.

In the meantime, enjoy some forgotten greatness.

The Firesign Theater is best known for its biting and complex social commentary.

The group mixed the conventions of radio drama with the recording and writing techniques of The Beatles.

The result was rich multilayered surrealist satire.

“Animals without backbones hid from each other or fell down. Clamasaurs and Oysterettes appeared as appetizers. Then came the sponges which sucked up about ten percent of all life. Hundreds of years later, in the Late Devouring Period, fish became obnoxious.

Trailerbites, chiggerbites, and mosquitoes collided aimlessly in the dense gas. Finally, tiny edible plants sprang up in rows giving birth to generations of insecticides and other small dying creatures. “

An account of evolution from “I Think We’re all Bozos on this Bus” 1971

The group’s most successful album is “Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me the Pliers.”

Released in 1970, “Don’t Crush That Dwarf, Hand Me The Pliers,” is the story of George Leroy Tirebiter who lives in a world under martial law. Tirebiter is a former child actor who spends his time watching himself on late-night movies, a staple of broadcast television in the 1960’s.

Rolling Stone calls it the greatest comedy record ever made.

‘The Death of Marion Crane’ (c) Rob Goldstein 2014

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#Poetry: As Was Is

As was

is,

her dress

those ruffles

and torn–

As was

is,

her touch

we cry

such wet

such searing

tears–

As was

is,

she hides

those

Track marks

in bed–

As was

is,

her body,

those bones

dried blood–

As was

is,

her smile

her love

these memories

my questions

and grief–

As was

is.

Multicolored Abstract Digital Painting
The Looking Glass

Image and Poem by Rob Goldstein (c) 2016 – 2017-2019

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A Flight of Ideas: Little Reagan

I was under powerful witchcraft and hoped I was possessed.

I thought of little Reagan; the tricks he did with the crucifix.

He was light in the head and rose by circumstance.

Were I novelist, I’d have written a story, but instead I spun
and spewed garlic.

Judy asked if I was trying to vomit and I snarled, “No! I need a
fucking exorcist!”

Judy said what I really needed was a time out until I learned
to behave.

I’m starting to think Judy doesn’t love me.

The staff carried me off before I could levitate.

Rob Goldstein (c) 2017 All Rights Reserved

Note: Seclusion is a
nursing intervention defined as the solitary containment of an agitated patient in a fully protective environment.