Lithuanian dream-time By E. Michael. Bablin There were only a few Lithuanian words I would understand. The words were Christmas time words spoken by Grandfather, he would speak these words they would sound very far away and very close at the same time. Watching him speak they seemed one by one to slide past hisContinue reading “Lithuanian dream-time part 1”
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“Home for Christmas”
by E Micheal Bablin Wednesday, December 22. 9:30 pm, the youngest brothers go to bed after watching Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer and frosty the snowman on network television. The first sister and first brother stay up late and discuss Christmas presents and shopping. They’ll go to school tomorrow morning, the last day of classes beforeContinue reading ““Home for Christmas””
73 opel
1973, a year that keeps haunting me in the dead of night at 3:30 in the morning, was a time when the world felt like a small town, and everyone in it was friendly and happy. It was a year that left an indelible mark on my life, a year of innocence and discovery. 1973Continue reading “73 opel”
poetry
Poetry Poetry is a the wax museum of dead things Poetry has been taken over by narcissists Poetry has been hijacked by sociopaths Poetry has been abducted by adolescents angry at the way their father scolded them Poetry has been usurped by progressive Marxist racists Poetry has been dung to death by LGBTQ Intolerant fascistContinue reading “poetry”
Top of the ladder
Once upon a time, in the early morning hours of a New York City state of mind, we were drinking beer and smoking cigarettes and talking about bands and rock and roll and everything at that early hour. I told him that in certain cultures, it is not the parents but the oldest adult maleContinue reading “Top of the ladder”
Otto lived on Sugar Mountain.
Otto lived on the edge of the desert, a lonely stretch of land where the Arizona dust settled on everything in sight. In his small adobe house, he sat surrounded by his inventions, his only companions in this desolate landscape. Here, he found solace and refuge from the rest of the world. But on thisContinue reading “Otto lived on Sugar Mountain. “
“POOR MANS GUIDE TO RADIO SURVIVAL”
Postcard to Ruth Wisener, literary agent Dear Ruth, it’s been 44 years, and I know you are dead, but I think I finally wrote that novel I told you about, “Poor Man’s Guide to Radio Survival.” Thank you very much for your support. You wanted me to write a textbook about getting a Radio job.Continue reading ““POOR MANS GUIDE TO RADIO SURVIVAL””
“Greetings from shvibzik,”.
. On the morning of July 19, 1918, in Ecktrenburg, Russia, at 49 Vosnesensky prospekt, a small leather suitcase was taken and put on a train. This suitcase was guarded by dozens of guards (men?) and eventually was placed in the basement of a museum. It was called the museum of the October Revolution. (I’veContinue reading ““Greetings from shvibzik,”.”
Illuminated manuscripts.
Aldrich the monk, looks out the window of the monastery of Saint Sebastian in the north of England. The snow falls and creates beautiful patterns in the bare brown fields and treeless branches. This monastery makes Illuminated manuscripts to teach an impoverished, very illiterate population the story of Christ and guide them to salvation. ButContinue reading “Illuminated manuscripts.”
BAL “Surfing on a Sunday afternoon”
recorded January 13 1984 40th year anniversary
