Jordan Dotson

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Wise-Cracking and Wit

July 16, 2021 By Jordan

There’s a helluva distance between wise-cracking and wit. Wit has truth in it; wise-cracking is simply calisthenics with words.

…Dorothy Parker, in The Art of Fiction No. 13 from The Paris Review, which very well might be the funniest thing I’ve read this year.

New York scarcely safe from buffaloes. I can’t handle it.

Filed Under: Good ol' fashioned rant, Uncategorized Tagged With: Dorothy Parker, The Paris Review

Game of Thrones Predictions

April 13, 2019 By Jordan

For the record:

Dany dies in childbirth

Jon dies in battle

Jamie Kingslayer kills the Night King

Arya kills Cersei wearing Littlefinger’s face

Sansa becomes Queen in the North

The Night King, a Stark, was the first double-duty warg/greenseer

The Three-Eyed Raven is his arch nemesis, the only other double-duty warg/ greenseer

The White Walkers aren’t exterminated, but only retreat until the next long night

The Hound kills The Mountain

Theon sacrifices himself to save his sister

Brienne acquaints herself with Tormund’s member

Tyrion is elected Secretary General of the Westerosi Federation

It is known.

 

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Game of Thrones, George RR Martin

Beauty, dark

March 20, 2016 By Jordan

Beauty, dark goddess,

We met and parted
As though we parted not.

Like two stopped watches
In a dusty store window,

One golden morning of time.

…”In The Street,” by Charles Simic, from The Voice at 3:00AM

beauty, dark

Filed Under: Things I wish I'd written, Uncategorized Tagged With: charles simic, The Voice at 3:00AM

Poetry: who needs it…

June 15, 2014 By Jordan

No wonder kids don’t like it — it becomes another way to bully them into feeling “compassion” or “tolerance,” part of a curriculum that makes them good citizens but bad readers of poetry.

…from the good ol’ Sunday Review in the Times of New York, an article by the poet, William Logan, about why you don’t read poetry.

I disagree about Shakespeare. No one, save those earning graduate degrees in English Literature, should be made to read Shakespeare. No one.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: New York Times, Shakespeare, William Logan

Charles Wright – US Poet Laureate…

June 13, 2014 By Jordan

Charles Wright is a master of the meditative, image-driven lyric,” Librarian of Congress James Billington said in an announcement Thursday. “For almost 50 years his poems have reckoned with what he calls ‘language, landscape, and the idea of God.’ Wright’s body of work combines a Southern sensibility with an allusive expansiveness, for moments of singular musicality.

via USA Today

I’ve often recounted the story of how the only compliment Mr. Wright ever gave me as an undergraduate poetry student was a verbal thumbs up toward a new pair of cowboy boots I’d just purchased.

The truth is, I never had the honor of learning in his workshop, but only hounded him during office hours, hoping that our shared rural Southern heritage would precipitate some sort of mutual understanding. Instead he remarked that my first published poem was a pop song, and we spent a few hours discussing country music. No complaints. Because ever since, I’ve learned as much from this book as I have from any other, and feel confident that he’d now respect my improved tastes in music and cowboy boots.

Congratulations to Mr. Wright, for whom I’d still stand on Charles Simic‘s coffee table and declare as America’s greatest living poet.

 

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: black zodiac, charles simic, Charles Wright

Overheard at SFO…

May 21, 2014 By Jordan

How old am I again? 70?
You’re 80. Quit selling it.
Boy do I look good for 70.

…hand-holding elderly couple at San Francisco International Airport, 7AM.

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Seize him by his private parts…

May 9, 2014 By Jordan

If two men are fighting and the wife of one of them comes to rescue her husband from his assailant, and she reaches out and seizes him by his private parts, you shall cut off her hand. Show her no pity.

…The Book of Deuteronomy 25:11-12

Whoa now, dude. Settle down. Get worked up awful easy, don’t you?

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: The Bible

Kings, princes, generals and whores…

April 24, 2014 By Jordan

History is written in blood…

…from this excellent Rolling Stone interview with George R.R. Martin, who as far as I’m concerned is just about the most honest, intelligent, and valuable writer alive.

Really. All he’d have to do is take a heartwarming liberal political stance. Say that the Song is an allegory for Western political persecution of the lower class, post-colonial atrocities toward “the other,” whatever, jargonjargonjargon. Mix in some chummy back-patting with John Stewart. Hello Nobel Prize. But no, he doesn’t, because he’s a storyteller. So that’s what he does. Tell a story for the sake of the story. How few writers actually do that. How few writers admit that they don’t have answers…

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When can we be redeemed? Is redemption even possible? I don’t have an answer.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: A Song of Ice and Fire, George RR Martin, Rolling Stone

Heyyyyyy…

February 27, 2012 By Jordan

Daddy says when I’m eighteen, I can hang out with Uncle Jordy and ride motorcycles and smoke cigars.

…my nephew

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: The Fonz

Coriolanus!

October 28, 2011 By Jordan

Would you have me
False to my nature? Rather say I play
The man I am

Holy crap I’m excited about this…and not only because Ralph Fiennes is a legend.

 

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Coriolanus, Ralph Fiennes, Shakespeare

Belle and Sebastian

July 11, 2011 By Jordan

Barry: Holy shite. What the fuck is that?
Dick: It’s the new Belle and Sebastian…
Rob: It’s a record we’ve been listening to and enjoying, Barry.
Barry: Well, that’s unfortunate, because it sucks ass.

…my thoughts exactly.

(…from the best movie ever made from the best book ever made into a badass movie. Except for this one. It was better. Yeah.)

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Barry Jive and his Uptown Five, High Fidelity, The English Patient

Poetic fisticuffs

May 31, 2011 By Jordan

February, 1936
“Nice Mr. Stevens. This year he came again pleasant like the cholera and first I knew of it my nice sister Ura was coming into the house crying because she had been at a cocktail party at which Mr. Stevens had made her cry by telling her forcefully what a sap I was, no man, etc. So I said, this was a week ago, ‘All right, that’s the third time we’ve had enough of Mr. Stevens.’ So headed out into the rainy past twilight and met Mr. Stevens who was just issuing from the door haveing just said, I learned later, ‘By God I wish I had that Hemingway here now I’d knock him out with a single punch.’

“So who should show up but poor old Papa and Mr. Stevens swung that same fabled punch but fertunatly missed and I knocked all of him down several times and gave him a good beating. Only trouble was that first three times put him down I still had my glasses on. Then took them off at the insistence of the judge who wanted to see a good clean fight without glasses in it and after I took them off Mr. Stevens hit me flush on the jaw with his Sunday punch bam like that. And this is very funny. Broke his hand in two places. Didn’t harm my jaw at all and so put him down again and then fixed him good so he was in his room for five days with a nurse and Dr. working on him. But you mustn’t tell this to anybody.”

“Anyway last night Mr. Stevens comes over to make up and we are made up. But on mature reflection I don’t know anybody needed to be hit worse than Mr. S. Was very pleased last night to see how large Mr. Stevens was and am sure that if I had had a good look at him before it all started would not have felt up to hitting him. But can assure you that there is no one like Mr. Stevens to go down in a spectacular fashion especially into a large puddle of water in the street in front of your old Waddel Street home where all took place. … I think he is really one of those mirror fighters who swells his muscles and practices lethal punches in the bathroom while he hates his betters.”

…Ernest Hemingway, in a letter to Sara Murphy, describing his first encounter with Wallace Stevens.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Ernest Hemingway, Wallace Stevens

Nate from the Virginian…

May 15, 2011 By Jordan

…on the day I became a published author, I was upstaged by my little brother.


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Overheard at the rock & roll hall of fame

March 15, 2011 By Jordan

Hey John, where’d you buy your shoes?

The pimp store.

…conversation with Dr. John, backstage at the 2011 Rock & Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony.

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Dr. John, Rock & Roll Hall of Fame

Mine too

February 1, 2011 By Jordan

Alexandria: Why are you killing everybody?

Roy: It’s my story.

Alexandria: Mine too!

…from the most beautiful film ever made.

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My hope for a new year

January 1, 2011 By Jordan

“There was a time when reading wasn’t just for fags. And neither was writing. People wrote books and movies. Movies with stories, that made you care about whose ass it was and why it was farting. And I believe that time can come again!”

…Private Joe Bauers, Idiocracy

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Idiocracy, New Years

Bamboo Mat

December 19, 2010 By Jordan

竹簟
元稹

竹簟衬重茵,
未忍都令卷.
忆昨初来日,
看君自施展.

Bamboo Mat
by Yuan Zhen

I cannot bear to put away,
the bamboo sleeping mat:

that night I brought you home,
I watched you roll it out.

…translated by Sam Hamill, from The Erotic Spirit

Filed Under: Uncategorized Tagged With: Sam Hamill, Yuan Zhen