Written by Louis Shalako
Shalako Publishing. A showcase of poetry, art, music, and whatever else we can jam in here.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Sunday, December 22, 2013
The Top Ten Commandments for Authors.
Jacques-Louis David, Mars desarme par Venus. |
The Top Ten Commandments for Authors.
Thou shalt not have any other Gods
before the New York Times Bestseller List.
Thou
shalt not make unto thee any graven image, or any likeness of any thing that is
in heaven above, or that is in the earth beneath, or that is in the water under
the earth, that is to say, that thou shalt not write fan fiction.
Thou
shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God, namely and to wit, ‘publication,’
in pure and unadulterated vanity.
Remember
the Sabbath day, to keep it wholly available for thy craft.
Honour thy father and mother by
adopting a pen-name; for-crying-out-loud.
Thou shalt not kill thy critics.
Thou shalt not commit adultery with the
publisher’s wife or harlot.
Thou shalt not steal story ideas unless
they are, like, totally excellent.
Thou shalt not bear false or true witness
against thy fellow authors.
Thou shalt not covet thy neighbouring
author’s wife, husband, daughter, son, aunt, uncle, nieces and nephews, friends,
relatives or acquaintances, nor their pets or domesticated animals, and also nor
their literary success even if you’re a better writer and they’re just a knucklehead.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
The Wing-Walker
Robbo. (Wiki.) |
There’s something crazy, hilarious
Yet something sublime
We go over the harness
Snap in the lines
She going to wing-walk
For the very first time
One classy lady – delirious
I can’t believe, that this can be serious
She’s so darned cute —
In her helmet and curls
She has no parachute
She’s one heck of a girl
Taxi out onto the strip
Carefully weave from right to left
I tell her on the intercom;
‘We’re going up next.”
She signals to go
As I throttle up slow
Her knees start to shake as I let up the brake
The air starts to flow
The plane want to go
Feel the power through the seat
Glance at the gauge, engine has heat
One quick low pass
Ten feet up, above the green grass
I push her up into a roll
And that crazy woman lets go
Now, there’s no danger —
She’s tied on there pretty good
But it did kind of startle me so
And after a while it was time to come down
The old biplane’s wheels touch the ground
The real challenge still lies ahead
But I’ve never really cared for what anyone said
I am going ask this strange girl to marry me.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Friday, December 6, 2013
The Tiger.
Louis Shalako
You may wonder why I walk this way
You may ask why I sit this way
How come you never walk a straight path?
You may ask
Why are you so quiet?
You ask
Where did you learn to listen that way?
And why are your eyes so strange?
You may well ask
I am a tiger
A lean and hungry tiger
A wet, cold tiger
A lonely tiger
One with no home range
A tiger has no friends
Only enemies and prey
I’m a very tired tiger
Yet I cannot sleep
My ears will hear the wind in the trees
And in the darkest hour of night
I will arise and move on again
I am a tiger
Sometimes it’s hard being a tiger
Sometimes I want to weep, but don’t
‘Cause I’m a tiger
I guess that saying I’m a tiger is to say
I’m always hungry, always alert
Always watching
Listening and smelling
Waiting
For you.
Park Bench.
Louis Shalako
公園のベンチルイ b. シャラコによって
公園のベンチに座っています。
本当に多くを行う
座っているし、しばらくの間と思う考えた
その時はあなたを見た
私がロビンをさっと
助けることができなかったが、笑顔
私たちの目も、本当にロック
すべての中の互いに
葉に落ちて来たと
すべて私の耳の周り
私の心に再びスピン始めた
すべての年を通じて
私を思い出すことを知っています。
あなたを覚えて
それはもう一度会えて良かった
ブルーを感じていた原因
あなたの夫が探している私を見た
彼は私の目にとまったとき
彼はのような奇妙な探していた
私は本当にわからない理由
あなたの両方が私の過去行った
単語を言わなかった
ちょうど私の自身のビジネスを気に
鳥を見て
何も言ったまたは完了するには
あなた大丈夫だを見ることができます。
すべてのそれらの狂気の感情
本当に決して去っていきました
今では私は古い得ています。
それは大きな間違いだった
私は決して実際に償うことができます。
それは単にあまりにも遅
思い出をありがとう
彼らはすべての私は本当に
あなたはまだ若いと美しい
私はちょうど酔った古い酔いどれ
それが私の愛するもう一つのチャンスがあった
それを行うにすべての再度
私は正直わからない、私の小さな一
場合は、1
つのものを変更できます。
Original
Sitting on a park bench
Sitting on a park bench
Not really much to do
Thought I’d sit and think awhile
And that’s when I saw you
Robin skittered by me
Couldn’t help but smile
Our eyes well and truly locked
On each other all the while
And as the leaves came falling down
All around my ears
My mind began to spin again
Back through all the years
I know that you remember me
And I remember you
It’s good to see you once again
‘Cause I was feeling blue
Your husband saw me looking
And when he caught my eye
He was looking kind of strangely
I really don’t know why
As you both went past me
You never said a word
Just minding my own business
And looking at the birds
Nothing to be said or done
I can see that you’re okay
All those crazy feelings
Never really went away
Now that I am getting old
It was a big mistake
I never really can atone
It’s simply way too late
Thank you for the memories
They’re all I’ve really got
You’re still young and beautiful
I’m just a drunken old sot
But it I had another chance my dear
To do it all again
I honestly don’t know, my little one
Original
Sitting on a park bench
If I could change a single thing.Unterseeboot
Agusto Ferrer-Dalmau (Wiki.) |
Louis Shalako
The icy green Atlantic
Foams over the hull
The fore-and-aft cable
Disappears
Periscope now useless
As we go below
I flip up the handles
Retract our only eye
Faster than the boat
My guts are sinking
To the men I cannot show
My courage is a lie
All of us will die
A thousand times this trip
And we’ve killed a thousand men
Although it sounds rather flip—
We must do our duty
Stupid as it seems
To obey the whims of our superiors
And to go to our deaths—
In submarines.
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Change Is Good.
Stephen Ho, martial arts kick, from image by NickP. (Wiki.) |
by Louis Shalako
People have a lot more freedom these days
The only problem is,
We’re going to use it
It’s no longer possible
For you to drag us down
Down to some tribunal of the elders
You cannot brand us
And burn us at the stake
You think everything should be carved in stone
Nothing is carved in stone: not even this.
Things must never change?
You say change is bad
I say change is good
Let it be clearly understood:
We know you will try to stop things
And try to slow them down
We’re just doing what is right
Living free, thinking for ourselves
Laughing at all of your trophies, up there on their golden
shelf
We live wild, by the forks of the river
This is our home
This is not your tree
Take away your chainsaw
Your sirens and your gallows
And go home, to live in your house of glass
This thing that has come between us—
Oh how it rattles your chain—
It is these things that bind you
They are yours, for you cherish them so.
Sunday, December 1, 2013
Changes.
by Louis Shalako
Live for the moment
There is only one moment. And that is now.
Live for the moment
We’re all going through a few changes.
The past is an illusion;
I hear you
The future…the future…
Live
for the moment. The thrill is gone. But…
The future has no substance. This is real. This is
now.
Simple
pleasures are the best. It happens to us all.
The past is gone
Forgotten treasures, abandoned nests
Memories are reconstructed
Live
for today, tomorrow, yesterday,
—try not to think about it.
I start over.
And it’s never done.
I try to rebuild.
Why don’t you just try and move on?
I had a dream
It
will come back to you.
END
Friday, November 29, 2013
Anthem of the Cat Revolution.
Cats of
the world, red banners unfurl’d
Rise up
and strike a blow
Against
the oppressors of our kind
Cats of
the world
Upheld
tails proudly curl’d
March,
March, March, Meow!
Claw our
way, day to day
No more
slavery, we want pay
Rise up
strike a blow
At the oppressors of our kind
March, March, March, Meow!
We want
our rights
We want
the vote
Drive a
car, drink and smoke
March,
March, March, Meow!
Cats of
the World
Red
banners unfurl’d
We want
what we want
We know
what we know
No one to
say
Where we
cannot go
March,
March, March, Meow!
March,
March, March, Meow!
Now isn’t that
something? Her litter box is clean, and quite frankly she eats better than I
do.
(Maybe she’s
just stressed out by the day-to-day pressures of being a cat in a human’s
world. –Fluffy)
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