Monday, October 10, 2022

Verses, what else?

 

From paycheck to paycheck I'm living today.

I guess that is now the American Way.

Inflation has gutted my salary so

I'm eating no hamburgers, only some crow.

The future looks bleak, but there's one thing for sure --

being a pauper's the new sinecure. 


Tuesday, October 4, 2022

Today's Verses.

 HAIKU

moonlight pouring down

against a distant black tree --

dogs bark at nothing.



Eating croissants ought to be
elegant and fancy-free.
But those crescents flake away;
never in firm shape they stay.
Then they turn into a blob,
making me look like a slob.


more to follow . . .

 

 

Kim Jong-un a rocket fired,

then his own prestige admired. 

His missile over Japanese

landscape traveled with great ease.

Tokyo, unlike the Buddha, 

took umbrage at that hijo de puta. 

 




The market is in turmoil;


stocks and bonds may soon decline.


The bankers are uncertain;


their pronouncements sibylline. 


Inflation's running rampant

 

and the Fed won't compromise.


The only thing that's certain


is an order of french fries.

 

 

 

 



Sunday, October 2, 2022

Narrative Poem: The Magic Haberdasher and Other Stories.

 



On a street near the river there was, and sometimes still is, a haberdashery shop.

It has no online store.  It's windows are dusty and remote.  The door is painted a lumpy green and creaks horribly.  Inside it smells like a small town grocery store, with undernotes of lilac vegetal. There's a large dull gray metal plate screwed into the middle of the tired wooden floor.

 Behind the counter drifts a mustache attached to a man. He works on the mustache when no customers are around, peering intently into a mirror while trimming with small silver scissors and applying macassar oil. He wears a bright brass badge that reads: 'Cuthbert Tobble.' The man, though, has never admitted to anyone that Cuthbert Tobble is his name. He tells everyone who comes in: "Just call me Benchley."

 

One day a neat little man wearing rimless glasses came in to ask: "Have you cambric handkerchiefs, that have been calendered?"  

"Right this way" replied Cuthbert, or Benchley.

The display case was an antique,with Russian isinglass windows. In it were bandannas, pocket squares, chamba rumbals, and plain white kerchiefs. But as the man approached the case he suddenly sprang back in revulsion.

The case was black with crawling, vibrating flies.

"I've changed my mind" the man said hoarsely, then walked swiftly out the door.

 Cuthbert, or Benchley, was nonplussed. He'd never seen so much as a single fly in the store before.

He pulled out the fly swatter and went to work. But since flies have such a high flicker fusion rate, he failed in making a significant dent in their numbers.

Using a powerful electric fan, he blew the flies off the case and out a nearby window.

By then it was time to close the store.

At home he listened to the mantel clock tick until it ran down, then went to bed.

Where he wondered how Steve Harvey got to be so popular.

 

Submissions


 

 

 sept 25.  2022.

blue mt arts

like a thin cat's tail, the night air curls around us -- where are the blankets?

 

Sludge of pumpkin seeds
spilled on cold crisp newspaper --
a quiet fall night.
 
the chives all dried up --
potted pale ghostly brown straws --
ignoring the rain.

 

 

a red EXIT sign
nailed to an apple tree trunk
points to brown windfalls
 
 
rain on the sidewalk --
a brown leaf floats, then settles --
where are the brown ants?
 

 sept 26  2022


nature has such eyes
as see when even blinded --
and they do not blink

Friday, September 23, 2022

Recent Verses

 


Comic-cons and cosplays are a fad that makes me frown.
Because, you see, for quite some time I've been a circus clown.
Funny caps and crazy gear I trotted out for chortles;
I never thought myself to be those comic book immortals.
Now when I get dressed in large red shoes and baggy trousers,
people want to know where they can play me on their browsers!


There's nothing that a banker
likes better than to raise
their int'rest rate to levels
that worry and amaze.
The only math they practice
is multiply and add;
leaving all us gudgeons
to wander barrel-clad.


My wife and I grow older
and our manifest concern
is independent living
as our frailties we spurn.
We enter second childhood
and ride off on Harley hog --
fleeing further fading
by backpacking all through Prague.



Mr. Putin likes to bully
with his threats both wild and woolly.
Eaten up with grim insanity,
he defends his urgent vanity
by suggesting atom bomb
will resolve his Vietnam.


my networking is rather rough;
I never know what kind of stuff
to post for influential chums
that won't mark me as from the slums.
are fart jokes any good at all?
or how to rob a shopping mall?
I might suggest my kidney stone
requires a small privy loan . . .



I'd rather shop at Tiffany's
than any groc'ry store.
The prices are more moderate
and do not make me sore.
Eggs and meat and cheeses
are extravagantly marked;
the more I look upon them
the more chance I will infarct!


The Great Salt Lake is shrinking;
a puddle it will be.
A parking lot we'll make it
(that ain't hyperbole!)
The West is getting hotter
than you-know-where, muchachos --
twill only be a fit place


Monday, August 15, 2022

Critique of Henri Cole's 'Figs.'

 Overnight the figs got moldy and look like little brains --

or Ids without structure -- that say something dark

about our species not really laying down a garden

but living out the violent myths.

An insect chorus, almost diaphonous

in a neighbor's yard, says something, too:

'American began in tall ships that glowed from within,"

but, for the wretched, it still wretchedeth every day."

As the bright day goes around the sun,

why do our days grow

more aggressive and difficult?

Why do the world's shadows

come so close

as its wonders beckon?


Cole has a distinguished career as a teacher. Too bad he was never a newspaper reporter with a hard-hearted editor looming over him. Had that been the case, Cole would have sent those two awful lines about tall ships to the chopping block. They break up and distract the poem. Placed in the middle of an otherwise intriguing piece, those two wretched lines were probably meant by Cole to actually contain the real meaning of the whole poem. Or perhaps they are meant as a verbal collage; if so, they do not succeed in adding anything to this particular piece of art.

The whole subject of figs, of course, is fraught with sexuality. But Cole elects to be didactic and obscure. So if you'll excuse me I'm going for some fig newtons and a glass of milk in the kitchen.

Cole and supporters, please feel free to repeat this rejoinder about the above critique. On your social media accounts and elsewhere:

"Mr. Torkildson fails as even a poetaster in his own versifying. It's only natural he should want to cut ineffectual capers around the towering literary achievements of  Mr. Cole."


Friday, August 12, 2022

Morbius: Give This Movie A Miss.

 

The box office performance of Morbius


Title:Morbius

Daniel Espinoza is the director.

written by Matt Sazama, Art Marcum, Matt Holloway, and Burke Sharpless

Availability: April 1, 2022

Marvel Universe on Sony is available in the country.

Cast: Tyrese Gibson, Jared Harris, and Jared Leto

the PG-13 rating

Category: Action

Budget for box office data: $75,000,000.

Columbia Pictures, Marvel Studios, Arad Productions, and Matt Tolmach Productions provided the funding.

International box office: $89,207,071 Domestic box office: $73,793,072

Synopsis

A good vampire is impossible to subdue.
especially when he is a respected physician who takes medication to treat his weak blood.
Unfortunately, the treatment is worse than the condition, and the doctor unwittingly turns into a neck nosher.
an undead.

There are others who want in on the action because vampirism is a trend.
They are able to consume some of the potion, allowing them to swoop in and deliver lethal hickies.

The big magilla comes out at the end when the good doctor defeats the bad guys and learns to live with his vampirism by repeating each evening as he emerges from his coffin, "Every day, in every way - I vant to suck your blood, blaah!" However, since this film is a part of the Marvel universe, there has to be a big magilla about it, with bats, blood, and blondes thrown together willy-nil

And are the bad guys, the bloodsuckers who have no remorse, actually dead?
A brief shot in the movie's conclusion implies that you shouldn't stake your entire future on it.
Thus, a new sequel is created.


The lackluster response to Morbius at the box office does not prove that people have no feelings for vampires.
Instead, it demonstrates that viewers are still picky about Count Dracula and his family.

We know what we want in a vampire, and when we don't get it, we usually leave the theater like cemetery fog rather than watch a dull retelling of the same old tale.

Because, let's face it, without a consummate performer like Christopher Lee or a pixie director like James Whale, the vampire motif becomes tedious.

It might be instructive to take a look back at what those old fogies created before there were blue screens and when the Breen Office was still in power. YouTube has some of the old Universal vampire movies up and running (until the copyright lawyers catch up to the posters).

There are the character actors first.
Not the big names; do you believe Clark Gable would be discovered dead sporting a widow's peak?
however, that army of specialized actors who oozed weirdness with every breath, like John Carradine and Lionel Atwill (or lack thereof.)
Sure, Matt Smith and Jared Leto can emote, but can they slither?
Doubtful.
Additionally, they don't have the ghoulish sense of humor that the undead and their henchmen enjoy using before wildcatting a jugular vein.
The characters were overly serious and stereotyped, which is largely the fault of the script writers.
The cast plays Morbius as though they are all suffering from a severe hangover.
Who knows, maybe they did with that kind of dreck staring them in the face every day.

The background music is another crucial component of a vampire film.
Due to their lack of sound, vampires do not prowl around like the Frankenstein monster or howl at the moon like the wolf man.
Therefore, the music must convey something about the vampire's hopeless immortal despair.
In the 1940s, Frank Skinner and Hans J. Salter produced truly monstrous music at Universal Studios.


Well, it's just a vampire movie, after all.
Right?
Some mindless entertainment to block out the outside world for a while.
Let's avoid overanalyzing it.
In addition, when you consider the cost of a movie ticket and a box of popcorn, movie theaters themselves are the real bloodsuckers!

Box Office Revenue

With a $75 million production budget and a worldwide box office that was 2.2 times the production budget, Morbius made $73,793,072 domestically and $89,207,017 internationally.

In its opening weekend, Morbius played to 4268 theaters and earned $39,005,895 (52.9% of the overall gross).

The movie received a domestic audience of 4268 theaters and received a domestic share of roughly 45.3%.

After dominating the box office during its opening weekend, Morbius dropped to second place the following weekend and experienced a -58% change in earnings by the sixth week. The film ran for a total of 10 weeks, earning an average weekend domestic gross of $53,597,201 based on an average run of 4.3 weeks per theater.

Morbius was released internationally to a total of 23 nations, with Mexico, the United Kingdom, and France serving as the film's three largest markets, with lifetime gross totals of $8,080,155, $8,043,226 and $500,000, respectively. 

Saturday, July 23, 2022

Pink Sauce

 



What is pink sauce? Tell me true!

Is there merit in this goo?

It's for dipping, marinades;

and for TikTok mass charades.

Do not treat it as a joke --

you'll be labeled as un-woke!

 

Tuesday, July 19, 2022

A free bowl of chilled Thai noodles

 


Several people have told us, as if it were an accusation, that we said we wouldn't be serving any meals during the week, only on weekends. Well, for the most part that's going to be true.
But today Tim had a flashback to his days as a missionary in Thailand, and recalled fondly a dish the Thais loved to make ahead of time to serve at parties or whenever they didn't feel like cooking in the evenings.
So he decided to make a big bowl of it today to share for free with anyone who'd like to try it tonight at 5 p.m. If you're uncertain, please come by for a little sample, to see if you like it!
CHILLED ASIAN NOODLES WITH CHICKEN
Here's how it's made:
Parboil ramen noodles. Drain and rinse in cold water. In a large bowl combine the noodles with diced chicken, diced celery, diced onions, and diced pineapple. Mix thoroughly. Add a dressing of seasoned rice vinegar, pineapple juice, and mushroom flavored soy sauce. Mix again. Chill in the refrigerator until serving time. Garnish with cilantro and honey roasted peanuts.
Doesn't that sound scrumptious? And all you have to do is show up at our door with your own bowl at 5pm!  First come, first served.
The Torkildsons. Apartment 115.  Valley Villa. Provo.  Utah. 

Monday, July 18, 2022

An Invitation to a free Thai Breakfast meal.

 


We did it again! We made way too much Thai rice porridge with chicken this morning. So we invite you to come get a free helping of this exotic and savory dish for brunch at 11:00 a.m.
This is the favorite breakfast meal of the Thai people. When Tim lived in Thailand, first as a missionary, and then as an English teacher, he had a steaming bowl of it every morning.
The dish calls for a mixture of white and brown rice boiled and then simmered into a porridge consistency. Chicken is added. Then saffron, garlic, galangal, ginger, some green peas, and a dash of salt and pepper. Each hearty serving is then garnished with salted cucumbers, marinated turtle beans, and a bit of crushed peanuts. Once you taste it, you'll never want cold cereal for breakfast again!
So bring a bowl to our door this morning for a taste of authentic Thai cuisine. When you go to a Thai restaurant you'll never see rice porridge on the menu -- because the staff cooks it and eats it themselves back in the kitchen!
The Torkildsons. Apartment 115. Valley Villa. Provo. Utah.