Poetry: Quicksand or Time

kneel into

self

as thick as

quicksand

or time

as short as

life

this mind: fritz!

still soft

words

then,

dreams of me

on the young

streets

at dusk,

reaching

for night.

(c) Rob Goldstein 2014-2019

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Jazz Age Wednesdays — 1 Million Years B-Lulu

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Wednesday, April 24, 2019

LULU Arrival 2.Lulu’s clumsiness sends the train to 1 million years BC. Art by Rob Goldstein

It’s finally time!  I’ve been promising you a short story with illustrations by Rob Goldstein.  Lulu, Gramps, and Valentino are joined by a couple of unexpected characters in this one episode story.  I call it “One Million Years B-Lulu.”  It’s a little riff on “One Million Years BC,” which featured Raquel Welsh.  Don’t ask me why that particular scenario popped into my head.  I’ve told you that I’m just not wired right. The three random things Rob gave me to drive the story are velociraptor, stone axe, and capacitors.

Rob is featuring the story as a guest post today at Sue Vincent‘s blog, so I hope you’ll click over and visit them.  I’m posting it here as well.  Without further ado…

All aboard!

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Hullaba Lulu: The Dance of the Bots

I wanted to link this week’s Hullaba Lulu video to San Francisco’s Pride Week so I used an excerpt from a 1929 Dorsey Brothers cover of ‘Am I Blue’ sung by Irving Kaufman.

Virtual Reality image of dancing robots
The Dance of the Bots in Purple, Rob Goldstein

It’s an unusual cover for 1929 and you’ll know why I chose it when you hear the song.

Am I blue

Sunday the 26th is Pride Day in San Francisco.

A couple of friends have remarked on how weird it feels to celebrate Pride
while the Trump Administration kidnaps children for reasons too horrific
too contemplate.

Here’s what I think: when the opposition doesn’t show up, the bullies win.

Happy Pride Month everyone and be sure to check out this week’s episode of Hullaba Lulu on Teagan’s Books.

‘Am I Blue’ The Dorsey Brothers with Irving Kaufman
Illustrations and Video (c) Rob Goldstein 2018

Strange Dream #12

The snake yawns wide and shows its venom glands.

He is a large scaly ES on the queen sized bed in room 314.

“Ssunlight is an abomination.” sighs the snake.

“Oh fuck off!” snaps the dog with a twitch of his tail. “The whole
day  is an abomination!”

“I know where the Garden iss.” says the snake.

“So you’ve said,’ replies the dog, “where is it, again?”

“In Manhattan, marked by the statue of the unknown bodybuilder.
Every Christmass true believerss ice skate to celebrate his musscles.”

“So, how come you don’t live there?”

“I got tossed by a blast of righteousness.  God did a shimmy-shake and
I landed here with Frank. God was jealouss: I got a piece of the woman.”

The dog’s tail twitches again.

“Howss about you?” asks the snake. “How did you get here?”

“I was a happy Lab, bounding and slobbering and bouncing when suddenly a Toyota Celica flattens me. Frank peeled me up and nailed me to this here wall.

Frank’s a good sort really, taking us in like this.”

 

(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 all rights reserved

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