Day: September 4, 2023

Correction Ribbon Song #4Correction Ribbon Song #4

Tetman Callis 0 Comments 5:01 pm

pestilence, pustules you cause—
nah. (sit tight, rap sill.)
oh, i wedded it, lode caring hotly if i rob—
or, by harm done, nettled steed swears slanders,
coward to the dead.

tuneful cadger, exhaling, exhuming,
he starts it tough. oh, stay new. hot racing
pushes my rate. i—
i kid—
i kiddle little loser
(loser, right, yet the deed).

on royal purple pus should tie here an eye,
how ought not i vie i.

i axe.
he sob,
no, it’s a loss
i albatross.

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

Correction Ribbon Song #3Correction Ribbon Song #3

Tetman Callis 0 Comments 7:15 am

mmmmmm . . .

some folks like to glue shards back into pots.
sometimes eros phones up, he says, it’s time to hammer.

you pluck slag by laughing.
do sigh, it suits a dream sadder than victory
(i ate my cheerful hi!).

i ought to grub for an enigmatic nod, hum
drum, run detail, lose i.d. and cough. i baste

two swatches with whisper, add
flirtation, tell stingray soul, na la la, it’s so
that is, you have regal oh’s.

(Copyright 2023 by Tetman Callis.)

Tetman Callis 0 Comments 7:12 am

“Revolutions are matters of constant occurrence in California. They are got up by men who are at the foot of the ladder and in desperate circumstances, just as a new political party is started by such men in our own country. The only object, of course, is the loaves and fishes; and instead of caucusing, paragraphing, libelling, feasting, promising, and lying, as with us, they take muskets and bayonets, and seizing upon the presidio and custom-house, divide the spoils, and declare a new dynasty. As for justice, they know no law but will and fear. A Yankee, who had been naturalized, and become a Catholic, and had married in the country, was sitting in his house at the Pueblo de los Angelos, with his wife and children, when a Spaniard, with whom he had had a difficulty, entered the house, and stabbed him to the heart before them all. The murderer was seized by some Yankees who had settled there, and kept in confinement until a statement of the whole affair could be sent to the governor-general. He refused to do anything about it, and the countrymen of the murdered man, seeing no prospect of justice being administered, made known that if nothing was done, they should try the man themselves. It chanced that, at this time, there was a company of forty trappers and hunters from Kentucky, with their rifles, who had made their head-quarters at the Pueblo; and these, together with the Americans and Englishmen in the place, who were between twenty and thirty in number, took possession of the town, and waiting a reasonable time, proceeded to try the man according to the forms in their own country. A judge and jury were appointed, and he was tried, convicted, sentenced to be shot, and carried out before the town, with his eyes blindfolded. The names of all the men were then put into a hat and each one pledging himself to perform his duty, twelve names were drawn out, and the men took their stations with their rifles, and, firing at the word, laid him dead. He was decently buried, and the place was restored quietly to the proper authorities.” – Richard Henry Dana, Two Years Before the Mast