Monday, July 24, 2006
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Target for Faraway Laughter, Stranger, Legend, Martyr, Raver, Seer of Visions, Painter, Piper, Prisoner.
Roger Keith "Syd" Barrett
January 6, 1946 - July 7, 2006
January 6, 1946 - July 7, 2006
Oh where are you now
Pussy willow who smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
Please, please, lift a hand
I'm only a person whose armbands beat
On his hands, hang tall
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
The poppy birds way
Swing twigs coffee brands around
Brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
My head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
Please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way . . .
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
Dark Globe, 1969.
Friday, July 07, 2006
Motion in Lemonade
Next week I defend Mr. Z, a high-priced, unlicensed plumber, accused of theft from an elder by false pretenses.
The fun part of this trial is that I get to argue in favor of everything I despise about capitalism.
Here is an excerpt from a motion in limine to be filed Monday:
". . . The prices charged by Mr. Z. were equivalent to "puffing," or an exaggeration of the value of his work, actionable only on television's Moral Court. See People v. Morphy (1893) 100 Cal. 84. Sadly, in a free market capitalist society, such as the one we enjoy in America, salespeople may charge whatever a little old lady is willing to pay. Caveat Emptor."