Word: dog
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...that so many guns are handy, the argument over the kitchen table at 2 a.m., which might once have ended in a punch in the nose, has a good chance of ending with a bullet in the gut. The police log offers these samples: an argument in the Red Dog Bar, a disagreement in Cherry's Poolroom, a quarrel over the whereabouts of the money from the welfare check, an argument over rent. Narcotics were involved in 10% to 12% of the homicides; most of the victims and the murderers were black; one-third of the crimes remain unsolved...
...satire for Evergreen Review on the Plain Dealer's handling of its scoop on the My Lai massacre photos. That caused ill will and became part of the continuing friction that defined itself in terms of both age and politics. Junior reporters began calling two older executives "Mad Dog" and "Snake," and were in turn referred to as "the Cong" and "the Revolutionaries." For a while management fretted over a rumor that reporters were planning to put LSD in the cafeteria water fountain...
Randy Newman. Randy Newman's a weird dude, what with songs about burning rivers, and fat freaks, and an epic about slavery, as well as Three Dog's own Mama Told Me Not to Come. He's got the warped perspective I've approached, but never duplicated. Forced, to sum him up, I'd say this: If he was my friend, and I had to introduce him to someone, I'd say: This is Randy Newman, one of the five weirdest people I know. His critical (not commercial, by any means) success has to be attributed to his imagination, coupled...
After the races at Mammoth, Steels and Carter reported that 27 people plus a dog were thrown into a jacuzzi, an outdoor steaming hot whirlpool bath, and four and a half cases of beer had gone down various hatches, and, Carter jeered, "Some of the girls got pissed as hell when nobody gave them time to take off their Bogner stretchsuits...
...AMOUNT OF ADVICE given to poets in the latest Advocate should give you the feeling (if you don't already have it) that these are dog-days for poets everywhere. It may be indicative of the times that Allen Ginsberg gets top billing at the Quincy House Arts Festival and Rod McKuen can actually be paid (by the editors of Saturday Review) to ask with owl seriousness whether Mao Tse-Tung is really a poet. But the lapses of an uncritical audience aren't the same as the problems of young poets because (as the writers about poetry...