Where is jack cole? Will you make us poetry?

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pleeeeeze?

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 04:53 (twenty-one years ago)

my head is full of snot,
my joints all a throb
while my temp goes hot --
and there is snow outside
as i try to decide
between bad sitcoms
and other ticking bombs.

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 2 January 2004 07:50 (twenty-one years ago)

i sit in my igloo
munching seal blubber;
Hoping that your nose
doesn't run and flubber
Do recover!

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 09:27 (twenty-one years ago)

Thou shalt not be
Locked up in that igloo of yours
Keep your spirit free
Unlock your inner fortress's doors

It's time for me to go
And face my time of darkness once more
And toss to and fro
As nightmares chill me to the core.

Good night!

― Tenacious Dee (Dee the Lurker), Friday, 2 January 2004 09:55 (twenty-one years ago)

do not go gentle into that Texas night,
Dee of the restless slumber.
i will depart the icy tundra
for warmer climes, bringing with me
a lullaby.

i'll just leave it on the doorstep.
don't mind the seal bits, if any,
my snowshoes were sticky.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 09:59 (twenty-one years ago)

bactrim
and diet coke
reluctant companions
as i mope
full of one and out of the other
i blow my nose
and raise the covers
i wish that someone here
would deliver
chicken soup
while i blither

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 2 January 2004 20:42 (twenty-one years ago)

back to work after the flu,
a crush of questions and wrath
as i fumble through the math
turning only the color blue.

― jack cole (jackcole), Saturday, 3 January 2004 03:31 (twenty-one years ago)

don't turn blue!
what would we do?
it would
the ending be
of your sparkly
poetry!

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 3 January 2004 04:18 (twenty-one years ago)

there is no depression
in the hearts of hessians
this is a documentary
about a cemetary
of moldering penguin parts
dumped in fits and starts
by monster truck carts.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 02:50 (twenty-one years ago)

penguins topple,
giggling
in antarctic delight.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:08 (twenty-one years ago)

horse heads r good eats:
make me tingle to my feet
just thinkin' bout them now
and i like'm more than cow.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:30 (twenty-one years ago)

a horsehead
in bed
sends a lovely message;
try flowers instead?

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:32 (twenty-one years ago)

flowers are for a sneeze,
snot droplets in the breeze,
a tender phlegmy mist
to dampen anyone's list,
the punctuation of a cough
and mucus filling a trough.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:34 (twenty-one years ago)

the godfather says no
to the florist you will go
and then hie thee hence to the pharmacie
to alleviate
the symptomology

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:35 (twenty-one years ago)

the smell of geriatrics
shaking their worn canes
and the withering pain
of filled up sinuses
counting the plusses
and accumlated minuses
staring at the stacks
of support hosiery
while counting the rosary.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:37 (twenty-one years ago)

jesus god man that was brilliant!

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 03:38 (twenty-one years ago)

i'm listening to swedish hippies
playing the jew's harp all dippy
while everyone rolls in the mud
dreaming of love and elmer fudd.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 04:21 (twenty-one years ago)

can i come over?

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 04:22 (twenty-one years ago)

ode to diet vanilla coke

light reflects from
caramel concentric
liquid ripples,
belonging to
my favorite tipple.

if only a river
ran through the
tributary due
me, in CRV
i would be
wealthy

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 05:10 (twenty-one years ago)

The rust is removed with a sip
as the soda passes the lips,
dissolving all internal organs
leaving all dazed and stunned
that the nail disappeared
just as everyone feared.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 08:57 (twenty-one years ago)

would perhaps rum be better
dissolving inside
of the debtor
who owes so much
to vanilla's touch
that nails remain nails
till she's fettered?

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:00 (twenty-one years ago)

"Wonder Pill Of The 21st Century"

8.8 percent increase in muscle mass.
Enhanced sexual performance.
Wrinkle reduction and smoother skin.
14.4 percent loss of fat.
Hair re-growth and strengthening.
Higher energy levels.
Increased physical strength.
Elimination of cellulite and excess fat.
Sharper vision. And much more ...

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:07 (twenty-one years ago)

The Infomercial - All Hail Tom Vo

Rapt I sit,
with vague inattention;
blues of Hawaii beam and flicker
an electron gun is what i had
for dinner

It crept in slow,
after the late show;
invaded my real estate
with a pitch
for its own.

All hail;
leis and interest rates,
bikini mortgages.
The Gene Scott of property, arcane
in his knowledge; holds secrets in his hand
but he'll sell them for
a dollar.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:14 (twenty-one years ago)

if you do not give me
a million dollars now
i will shut down this show
and never tell you of
the magnetic masons,
the tunnels down below
or my lovely horses.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:18 (twenty-one years ago)

Eusebius knew
how to put a show together;
At the Council of Nicea,
he told the others of his feather.

But on the board, interrupted,
scribbles not what Nag Hammadi erupted,
that far before the Templars
and after Nostradamus,
somewhere deep in Glendale,
the Masons were upon us--
and here the series' fate was sealed;
and on The Island
the secrets of real estate
were veiled.

― Orbit (Orbit), Sunday, 4 January 2004 09:25 (twenty-one years ago)

TiVo Haiku

Wiggling antennae
searching for me, faithfully
All the Doris Day

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 01:57 (twenty-one years ago)

syndicated action spectacular
and the lasting allure
of every planet looking like
british columbia each time --

there is adventure
on a planet of
painted cardboard.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:06 (twenty-one years ago)

it could be
Vasquez Rocks,
generic fantasy,
desert red in the science fiction heart;
familiar from the start,
Beam Me Up
but not the Gort,
take me to
the Land of Port.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:11 (twenty-one years ago)

the manatee has laser beam eyes
and floating cottage cheese thighs
inside its aquatic giant robot fighter
looking for a dry, working lighter
to smoke under the blue sea
searching for something sugary.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:14 (twenty-one years ago)

i fear the muse
loves me not;
i slink away
into the sea
rejected, blubber
manatee

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:18 (twenty-one years ago)

i fear the muse
may blow a fuse.
i slink away
eating clay
rejected blubber,
sanity.

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:21 (twenty-one years ago)

reach for the Reynolds Wrap
when all else fails
and have some garlic
with some snails
beside the Pacific,
north I gaze
and think about more
sunny days.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:32 (twenty-one years ago)

i live by the sea
though it is quite traffick-y
a rocket launcher points,
toward Belmont
and its joints
of screaming drunken yuppies
who make the parking yucky
but here i rest
in tranquility
on Long Beach,
by the sea

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:41 (twenty-one years ago)

long beach,
land of the
surf punk
hardcore
bleached hair
yuppie stares.

standing
watching
a dolphin
hump
a surfer's
leg

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:50 (twenty-one years ago)

humping by the sea
is, of necessity
a thing of stark beauty.

but when a surfer's there
with lemon in his hair
it all goes very wrong,
and then i need a bong.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 07:59 (twenty-one years ago)

before the ocean
apply the lotion

everyday
ur all gay

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 09:08 (twenty-one years ago)

sod off,
ignoble twat!
do not sully
this thread so lovely

you are inane,
your couplet is lame
and your handle's
so dumb
i could vomit.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 10:50 (twenty-one years ago)

Orbit, jack cole is a friend of mine from years ago. I was only joking/being friendly cos I haven't seen him online in a while. Why are you catching such feelings off me? Man up already.

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:01 (twenty-one years ago)

you say we are gay
and the thread you dismay;

i've not seen your name
before, here
for shame!
And yet you answer,
when you should
play
the game.

'tis well-established,
and absent of malice
but fuck with it, Sir
and you'll pay.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:07 (twenty-one years ago)

I thought the 'ur all gay' thing was a well-established ironic meme here. You're a sensitive little bitch. Make me 'pay'. What, are you going to sneer me to death?

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:14 (twenty-one years ago)

And sorry you haven't seen me before, I forgot this is 'your turf' and I have to make friends with people before being hyperbolic in front of them.

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:16 (twenty-one years ago)

away, you cur!
have you no activity
more compelling than this
inanity?

and if jack cole
were your friend,
you would not put end
to this thread of poems
that he sent.

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:19 (twenty-one years ago)

jack, are you hanging out with ravers?

― The Thinking Man's Paris Hilton (DarrenK), Monday, 5 January 2004 11:22 (twenty-one years ago)

ha ha ha, not yet, sir coq!!! did i email you back? part one of your piece is up (and it was quite excellent). now where did i put my floppy cat in the hat hat? ;-)

― jack cole (jackcole), Monday, 5 January 2004 22:51 (twenty-one years ago)

On the glowing box
is a television vision
in glowering closeups
females mantises cavort
forelegs hooked and crooked
as outside calipers
cropping tiny heads from
torn necks of mantis males
eaten as interim sex treats
with compound eyes
like little moonpies
that cannot do not look away
and the manatees weep
as they always weep
when the camera is on

― Aimless, Tuesday, 6 January 2004 00:53 (twenty-one years ago)

haapy bouncing
on the sea
the manatee
and me

sunshine gleaming
on the water
splish and splash

driving to silverlake
was like
driving to Ox

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 04:38 (twenty-one years ago)

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 6 January 2004 05:37 (twenty-one years ago)

revive.
i need poetry...

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 9 January 2004 06:15 (twenty-one years ago)

bump

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 10 January 2004 08:09 (twenty-one years ago)

i need poetry
and a pretty pony
and a kung fu grip
and a Disneyland trip
and a bucket of rocks
that when i pick them up,
look at me and talk.
i need poetry.

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 11 January 2004 03:23 (twenty-one years ago)

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Trosk? Nap zio!
Trosk! Yit qui!
Trosk? Juh ixo!
Trosk! Mik asd!

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 8 February 2004 01:42 (twenty-one years ago)

Hyta trosk, "Moonj lat",
ni pangi kliap tititiby
uj vacdref sanlm trosk
"Bthi, bthi, bthi jik jik!"

― jack cole (jackcole), Sunday, 8 February 2004 01:44 (twenty-one years ago)

wtf?
omg!
lmfao?

voy a decirte una cosa para que te sepas:

hablas un idoma normal, amor!
esto no puedo;
digame que me vas a escribir enfrente
de un gran fuego;
en una lengua que puedo entenderlo.
El portgugues, el frances, y el espanol;
No puedo mas,
y hay que oir tu poesia mas!

― Orbit (Orbit), Monday, 9 February 2004 01:00 (twenty-one years ago)

bump

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:08 (twenty-one years ago)

The bears have broken
into my internet cabin,
which I thought was
safe nestled in the woods,
and tore the shit
out of everything.
I did not provoke them
but came they did
tear off all of my lids
unable to even read
or remember my deeds.

― jack cole (jackcole), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:25 (twenty-one years ago)

oh dear.
i perceive disarray in bit-land;
ones and zeroes in Romance languages I understand,
But hexadecimal and tongues escape me.

do recall,
in the half-sleep of morning,
that the bears can put the lids back on,
if they want to.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:32 (twenty-one years ago)

in an alternate universe
you ignore the bears;
and glibly leave trash in the driveway,
dare them to rip it asunder.

you site inside, beside a fire
sipping cognac;
secure in the truth.
i have been there, too.

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 03:37 (twenty-one years ago)

*nudges the soft earth*
bumpity? you ok?

― Orbit (Orbit), Tuesday, 10 February 2004 04:13 (twenty-one years ago)

bump.

― Orbit (Orbit), Wednesday, 11 February 2004 05:02 (twenty-one years ago)

jack cole is beyond okay...

he is the surrogate monchichi summoner/world of pooh petitioner.

― gygax! (gygax!), Wednesday, 11 February 2004 05:11 (twenty-one years ago)

― Orbit (Orbit), Thursday, 12 February 2004 07:24 (twenty-one years ago)

gygax!, hstencil, jack cole
http://www.alwaysaffordablegifts.com/gift-ideas/other-gift-pics/monkey-31164b.jpg

― @d@ml (nordicskilla), Thursday, 12 February 2004 07:30 (twenty-one years ago)

i am sad.

― Orbit (Orbit), Thursday, 12 February 2004 08:01 (twenty-one years ago)

that was great, @d@ml.
though i won't ask
which monkey is which.

― jack cole (jackcole), Thursday, 12 February 2004 08:03 (twenty-one years ago)

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:13 (twenty-one years ago)

(.)

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:20 (twenty-one years ago)

((.))

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:21 (twenty-one years ago)

--((.))--

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:24 (twenty-one years ago)

|--((.))--|

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 07:31 (twenty-one years ago)

*|--((.))--|*

― jack cole (jackcole), Friday, 13 February 2004 08:11 (twenty-one years ago)

*|--((.))((.))--|*

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 08:14 (twenty-one years ago)

Roses are red.
Violets are blue;
Manatees are grey
O what will I Do?

Lichen is green,
Coral is pink;
Valentine's Day
is close, I think.

Vinyl is black,
blue is the sea;
a virtual card
here is,
for thee.

― Orbit (Orbit), Friday, 13 February 2004 08:28 (twenty-one years ago)

eight months pass...

revive

― Orbit (Orbit), Saturday, 30 October 2004 00:17 (twenty years ago)

what do we do
on this thread?
Is it to write,
with style and verve,
words that do not necessarily
rhyme with each other
that we come?

fuck that for a lark at this
time of the morning.

― darragh.mac (darragh.mac), Saturday, 30 October 2004 00:28 (twenty years ago)

Shock, disbelief, complete amazement --
Gorgeous flora broke through the pavement!
Once, before, a lifetime ago
Amidst the gray canvas did God's hands sow
Radiant pansies and daisies and mums
Scattered to the rhythm of distant drums
And watered by an alien child
Who stopped to see gardens so elegantly styled
Surrounding her miniscule paradise --
Fragrant wonders, they all smelled so nice!
A sight to behold, the child did agree,
With elegant benches laid out romantically
Dotting the graceful and well thought-out path.
A pool large enough for a manatee's bath.
The small intruder skipped happily away
She'll be bedazzled again, some other day.

― Accept No Substitutes (Dee the Lurker), Saturday, 30 October 2004 06:53 (twenty years ago)

two years pass...

I found this. I give you now.

― Aimless, Wednesday, 11 April 2007 17:24 (eighteen years ago)

2004. man.

where is burl ives when you need him to paint this place in whiskey?
m.

― msp, Thursday, 12 April 2007 02:39 (eighteen years ago)

http://www.pataphysics-lab.com/argumentum/

not updated in a long time, but his last.fm is recent.

anybody got a bird caller?
m.

― msp, Thursday, 12 April 2007 02:46 (eighteen years ago)

seven years pass...

A lovely thread, full of pleasant delights. Oh, where are you now jack cole and will you make us poetry?

― Aimless, Friday, 5 September 2014 18:32 (ten years ago)

two weeks pass...

RIP jack cole, Darren Misener of Portland, OR passed away yesterday morning.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 05:57 (ten years ago)

fuck, that's awful news

― john wahey (NickB), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 07:12 (ten years ago)

bumping this in case people missed it :(

― john wahey (NickB), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 13:19 (ten years ago)

i was really broken up about this last night. i could not handle it. though "jack" had not been a very active ILX poster in years, we kept in touch on facebook and talked a lot about music and cats and the like. he was one of the most supportive people when i was doing radio -- would listen if he was around and always be so kind. this is really terrible and hard. he was not terribly old.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 14:33 (ten years ago)

can't say i really engaged with him at all here, but he always seemed to be a clever and witty poster with great taste in music. do you know what happened to him?

― john wahey (NickB), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 14:48 (ten years ago)

I remember Martin Skidmore asking Jack Cole, many years ago, somewhere on here, if he took his name from the great cartoonist Jack Cole. Just a funny little interaction between two ILXORS who are now both gone. Sad.

― sʌxihɔːl (Ward Fowler), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 14:51 (ten years ago)

natural causes.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 15:01 (ten years ago)

god damn it that guy was awesome, RIP fellow LAFMS fan

take care ian, sorry you had to break the news

― sleeve, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 15:26 (ten years ago)

i only met the guy once. he was visiting new york and we had some beers with hstencil & other old-school noise board crew. very sad.

― ian, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 15:29 (ten years ago)

wwwaaaaaaaht this is crazy
met him a couple times when he was living here in SF, actually currently live across from his old place.
RIP

― Οὖτις, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 20:55 (ten years ago)

he had some space-rock band at the time, can't remember the name but I had a tape of 'em.

― Οὖτις, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 20:58 (ten years ago)

I greatly enjoyed his presence on threads such as this one. RIP Darren.

― Aimless, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 21:19 (ten years ago)

jeez...i've been around long enough to remember his posts. i liked this dude.

― LIKE If you are against racism (omar little), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 21:21 (ten years ago)

Fond memories of visiting DDM in Portland to see go eat, drink beer, see shows & shop at Powell's, as well as his book buying visit jaunts down to Northern California.

One especially epic evening in SF started at La Taqueria and ended at a sublimely bombastic two+ hour show by The Dead C (circa New Electric Music/The Damned) at Club Galia (now a Cajun dance club). They had to pull the plug on them to get them to stop playing.

Totally gutted by this, but pausing to remember the good times. Rest in peace my friend.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2QVelULWPFY

― citation needed (Steve Shasta), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:05 (ten years ago)

btw 357 (!!!) of his mixes are available online here:
http://8tracks.com/5g19

― citation needed (Steve Shasta), Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:13 (ten years ago)

wow, thanks for that

― sleeve, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:20 (ten years ago)

rip mr jack cole

― Milton Parker, Tuesday, 23 September 2014 22:37 (ten years ago)

rip

― xyzzzz__, Wednesday, 24 September 2014 10:43 (ten years ago)

four years pass...

RIP jack cole, Darren Misener of Portland, OR passed away yesterday morning.

― ian, Monday, September 22, 2014

This thread is worthy of periodic revival. The man is still here.

― A is for (Aimless), Thursday, 11 April 2019 20:48 (six years ago)

A repository of his art:

https://twitter.com/eelobrien

― Jersey Al (Albert R. Broccoli), Thursday, 11 April 2019 21:00 (six years ago)

Jesus fuck, I had no idea jack cole died. I also had no idea I'd contributed anything to this thread. The things one forgets due to life's interference. A much belated RIP to jack cole (and a couple of tears shed on behalf of the always-missed Martin Skidmore, who was always a solid friend).

― The Colour of Spring (deethelurker), Thursday, 11 April 2019 22:04 (six years ago)

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