Why my blog is orange. I think Josiah did it, and I like it. I mean, I really like it. Because, it looks like the inside of a Pumpkin. And pumpkins make me think of October, and of my grandparents who gave me the nickname of Pumpkin when I arrived into the world one Reformation Sunday/Halloween day many jackolanterns ago.
Furthermore, it also looks like the outside of a pumpkin, which is what I meant to say earlier.
And now I will put some genuine Hackenpoetry in Hack's Poetry corner:
By the way, who would be interested if I got together a literary coffee party at my house? Come, sip hot java, and feast on the literature of our predecessors. The coffee house: Coming soon to a Hackenhome near you.
A Hackenhome on caffeine is like a 5 Points on ...tranquilizers.
By the way, I'm startin' a party over there at Xanga.
And I've got a Keeeeggg... Full of....bloggggss....
The poetry:
Misunderstood
The waxing and waning of the tide,
Left the downtrodden man no place to hide.
Standing on the median between the waves;
Holding up a sign to escape from the graves.
"Will work for housing, Will work for food"
The hunched over man innocuously stood,
Staring at the bright sun that he once understood.
That blinding glare off the ocean water;
He waited like a man being led to the slaughter.
"Will work for housing, Will work for food"
But as everyone swam past no eyes were tired,
No longer seeing the man he once admired.
The masts were filled with no air that day;
That day that the sign would be taken away.
"Would've worked for housing,
Would've worked for food.
Here lies a man, Who'd been misunderstood."
David Nathaniel Hackenberger
Copyright ©2004 David Nathaniel Hackenberger
Your brother's poem made me sad when I read it. It also reminded me of a zulu-rock song Johnny Clegg wrote in which the chorus says "We need work for all, we need work for all..."
Count one "Aye" in favor of said literarizzl coffeehaus at the Hackenplace.... is it possible to obtain a Dostoyevsky dark roast for the occaision?
Posted by: thejollyswan at October 16, 2004 11:10 AMI don't think I've ever seen Five Points on tranquilizers, so I have a hard time imagining the Hackenhome. However, living with one Hackenmember gives me a little idea, I guess, of what Hackenness is like, on or off stimulants.
Posted by: funkefreak at October 16, 2004 03:47 PMYeah, I've been a-wonderin' about the color of your blog for a wee bit myself. I dig the poetry... keep it comin'
-Joel
Posted by: JP at October 16, 2004 11:02 PMDepends on what a Dostoywhoever dark roast is...
[Is that the same as Dead Guy Ale?]
Disgusting stuff if you ask me.
But, come now, who is brewing Dostyevsky dark stuff?
Posted by: hackenstar at October 18, 2004 11:56 AMYou don't know who Dostoyevski is??? Rachel, I am ashamed to call you my former roommate!!! Check out http://www.mantex.co.uk/ou/aa810/rus-19c.htm for some great Russian novels to remedy your sad little deprived life. No one can read too much Russian literature--it's like the music: dark, rich, and disturbing. For instance, D.'s Notes from the Underground opens with the lines "I am a sick man...I am an angry man. I am an unattractive man. I think there is something wrong with my liver" and the mood spirals downhill from there. Great stuff--will keep you up at night without caffeine.
Posted by: funkefreak at October 18, 2004 11:34 PMFor a bite of Russian literature that's a bit easier to chew you could try Turgenev - not quite as intensely psychological, but you'll get the flavor. But I can only argee with Sarah. You should really give the Russians a go.
Posted by: lars at October 25, 2004 10:10 AMCome now, I think Hackenstar's questioning the existence or identity of the dostoyevsky dark roast coffee, not the author.
I just looked into it, and I don't think anybody makes that coffee; though it would be a good name for a dark, rich, strong coffee.
Posted by: thejollyswan at October 26, 2004 07:00 PM