tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13516692024-03-08T10:15:56.511-06:00josheryveryJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comBlogger363125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-59830535362432317992007-07-09T01:29:00.001-05:002007-07-09T01:32:44.964-05:00Easy NowYou lean against like alwaysAnd you shoot a look to seeLike what you once rememberedAs if you can, as if you canAnd wait, if you rememberWhat you were waiting forYou'll only count the hoursWhen you're heading out the doorSo it's not easy, it's not easy nowIt used to be so easyAll it took was somethingThatI thought I never hadJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-80746443368629609922007-06-18T11:50:00.000-05:002007-06-18T11:53:50.156-05:00It's been too long!Pousse CafeHe said he wastired. His handshook. Hell,the whole bottle didand he wasunsure of the orderso importantbecause onlya heavy liquorwill lie belowa light one that canjust float above.J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1153714458509527712006-07-23T23:13:00.000-05:002006-07-23T23:14:18.520-05:00RatherI would rather lieat my ease til noonafter drinking down the night,wait,sift all the weighty meaning long after its downward driftto the sea-floor,press my face into soft comfortsome afternoon,push until all I would ratheris itselfa dreamJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1153629434867141742006-07-22T23:32:00.000-05:002006-07-22T23:37:14.866-05:00Just a brief note, here:when one only enters poems, there's a fair record of a certain state of mind, but it is important to consider that it is of a particular genre. This is obviously unposihed, confessional and sometimes illustrative poetry. It is, for the most part, highly subjective and posted here mainly for tradition's sake.As for the daily life of the poet,I would say that this is more ofJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1153629012828842082006-07-22T23:29:00.000-05:002006-07-22T23:30:12.840-05:00LaterIt happens quite withoutour knowing: the moment, sliding away,its clues:a painful morning, forexample, and something saidbeyond recallthat changed everything.Stories about strokesof fortune train us to feelhappy endings coming.A complete surprise, then, afterit works out, whennobody is happy and nobodyremembersexactly which of thesemoments turned the tide,went too far and cannot,must never, J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1153454081136395162006-07-20T22:54:00.000-05:002006-07-20T22:54:41.150-05:00ballroomI.Now it's a barn,a ballroom reallythe posts wait,lit by beams of dustII.She pushed me againstthe wall, holding meup entirelyIII.On the phone the faces hang,mouths open, talkingIV.the shadow of mepushes back against my shoesno matter how fast I walk.the night windowsspill yellow lightI step around,the lines of some sidewalksmake deep senseand talk constantly,the bridge,wider than it J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1153367303667654582006-07-19T22:48:00.000-05:002006-07-19T22:48:23.680-05:00Who knows, for instancethat we float on bubbles of fortune,that our only possessionis a tireless voice?Or that when we sleep,instead take part in an honorguard, slipping the livingfrom the dead lest they cling to allthey never wanted? Or that nowwhen all is suddenly lost, what wasnow had beena great and future thing,so being allthe more than it became?J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1151728312364595442006-06-30T23:28:00.000-05:002006-06-30T23:31:52.376-05:00Youthwe fight nowabout things nobodyremembers exactly.soon to be strappedby tubes and tubesto our rolling bedto look past sunday and thanksgivingand every other day,walk, sitit's just the same circlesmaller and smaller and smallerJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1151546613270527252006-06-28T21:00:00.000-05:002006-06-28T21:03:33.273-05:00faultless faultthe door holds the house up,its shape hard and unchangingthough we all have walked thereback when it used to openand slam shut, too.such a horrible noiseto shake the glassright out of rotten windowframeor that was the wind, maybeblowing right throughthe door, the hall, the windowsand all of usjust the wind we said, the wind we can't seethe wind nobody ever touchesthe wind we all J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1149924542686782732006-06-10T02:28:00.000-05:002006-06-10T02:29:02.700-05:00birthdaymaybe I gotolder when I sawsomething. I gotolder by somethingI saw all ofa sudden andmaybe I mightbe able to getyounger tooJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1148105802793260182006-05-20T01:10:00.000-05:002006-05-20T01:16:42.803-05:00don't askshe'd been on the phone with thisold man whose wife had diedhis wife who had always taken care of everything.he was sitting at her old deskwith the unopened pile of medicare lettersand his cancer and his bottle.he said he had pacedthe house for a whilebefore calling the tiny number,pushed keys untilhe could talk to someone,sipped the bottle time to timeand after a couplequestions, said, J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1147591727491937032006-05-14T02:21:00.000-05:002006-05-14T02:28:47.500-05:00luckyStark againstthe silenceof summer,a certain treein the parking lot,spared by the contractors' sawsmight shade maybeone car, maybe minesome lucky dayJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1145423821406290272006-04-19T00:15:00.000-05:002006-04-19T00:17:01.416-05:00knowledge is powersome chance storyhe onceread taught himabout twotogetherchang and eng, maybe,cleaved at the hipwho never didlike each otheror perry anddick in their adjacentdeathrow cells,not talking, sent him limpingon his cast, brokendown, friendly,vw bug with a trailerso that they mightsit there now, all threein the woods whilehe figured out what to doJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1143047361699347682006-03-22T10:57:00.000-06:002006-03-22T11:09:21.716-06:00A guy I went to high school with recently told me a story over the phone:He had gotten fired from his job at a gas station for drinking at work, stealing, and often erratic behavior. His boss had cut him many a break, feeling sorry for him and wanting to extend a helping hand. Finally, though, the axe fell despite all the boss's efforts. The boss gave my friend a hundred dollars, telling him thatJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1136958072741987282006-01-10T23:37:00.000-06:002006-01-10T23:41:12.763-06:00Tonight's FriendsFirst, Johnoutside the Atlanta sectionof Hard Rock and Hooter'saskingwhat I wanted to eatand graced with my rightfront pocket spakein tonguesthen Paul from Englandsaying travel was the only thingthat broadendthe mindand Jason who did taxes,too young to knoweven youthand then, again Johnanother, delivering me from a knifeor worseJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1126144291531325362005-09-07T20:49:00.000-05:002005-09-07T20:51:31.536-05:00I've put up a new Website daling specifically with animation. I'm much better about updating that one than this tired ol' bloggie. It's here: http://carrollhach.com/graticule. Leave me a message!J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1124144603325678252005-08-15T17:15:00.000-05:002005-08-15T17:23:23.330-05:00The new computer is up and running at last. It's a dual 1.8 G5 designed for animation, the best and most powerful computer I have ever owned. I have some growing pains associated with my long habit of PCs.... the dual monitors will not work until I get yet another cable, but all in all I am very pleased. It's fast as shit. I am now at the point where I need to have professional quality resources J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1123621518751737502005-08-09T16:02:00.000-05:002005-08-09T16:05:18.753-05:00This one cracks me up. And it's a bit of a test to see if Dede is still reading this. If so, I expect a desperate and accusatory call from my sister!Daily Iowa State PressIowa City, Johnson, IowaJuly 15, 1903HE SWALLOWED LAUDANUM.James Carroll of Marshalltown Desperate Over Drink Habit.Marshalltown, July 15- James Carroll, a cooper, committed suicide Monday by drinking laudanum. He was fifty J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1123555448944363472005-08-08T21:41:00.000-05:002005-08-08T21:44:08.950-05:00Lord, not it seems that animation blogs are the way of the world. I'll likely soon link to a daily industry-specific and oft-promoted blog that pertains more to my love and chief amusement (shall we say: savior?) and go from there. I am indeed much tempted to ket this site expire in the whole. since nobody sees it long enough to make their own mark. The only sure readers I kenned were those I didJ Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1122604323767825802005-07-28T21:31:00.000-05:002005-07-28T21:32:03.773-05:00My entire life has been spent as a West Coast dude. Arizona, Oregon. There is a tradition of the west coast... Jack London, Jack Keroac, Jack Auff. But the Midwest is different, and here and now I am a midwesterner. There is a different tradition, and an older. Dreisr, Lewis, Bellow. And Hoover, John Wayne and all the rest. Berke Breathed. Bill Watterson. Even Chas Shulz. Miles, too, since KC is J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1118469419480945892005-06-11T00:56:00.000-05:002005-08-09T15:59:13.403-05:00 Sloan ValveThe men's room hasa stand of urinals crownedwith the sloan valve, the admitted miracleof modern plumbing.Gone is the waist-highsteel sink, stained and filledwith ice. Shoulder toshoulder in those days,the men would piss laughingand unafraid, drunk and not needing to aim.Now, during the previewsin my private stall I staredown the laser eyethat waits for me to leave.J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1115866961022532352005-05-11T21:58:00.000-05:002005-05-11T22:04:27.273-05:00get ready for MondayIt's late Sunday night. No music, andI am kept awake in the dark:the rain throbs against the roofand too much lightning makes my dog whimper.I lie here runningthrough all the good reasons.Now I'm angry again, thanks alot to all of you who do this.Now it's tomorrow. The radiois all talk, and the rare songs dumb.I floor it as I hit the highway, late,screaming at the slow old J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1115785215388242442005-05-10T23:15:00.000-05:002005-05-10T23:20:15.456-05:00Firstly, to my mother: please stop reading my journal. It is not for you in any way, and you certainly do not understand it. Happy mother's day. It's my favorite holiday, even now.And, now, a poem:countingThree, four o' clock,and I wonderwhen time starts itscounting and why, now,I cannot see it. Odd,sinceso many days are spent thumb on finger, second to second,knowing everything.There is a now, J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1115009830454368612005-05-01T23:53:00.000-05:002005-05-01T23:57:10.456-05:00DestryHorseback, in movies,does not show the hoursof saddle rubbing rawsoft parts never yet sore,let alone the endless gripneeded to stay seated lurchingall day.Photos show somethingelse again, something idealagainst a cactus backdropwith rail fence, if possible,the promise of a hard bedrollat the long day's endunexamined.Who do we kid, here?Horses are recreation, now:rich man's toys J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1351669.post-1114402802773356942005-04-24T23:07:00.001-05:002005-04-24T23:20:02.773-05:00 This is the best and worst of the net and my memories of it. J Hardy Carrollhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04450462905475239792noreply@blogger.com