Happy Birthday Julian

I am about to begin my poem entitled “Happy Birthday Julian.”
But before I start there are a few things that I would like to say about Julian, who is turning 30 today.
That’s right, Julian,aka the Boy, aka Dick, aka Julian Ware Vorus is turning 30 today.
Yes 30.  That magical number between 29 and 31.
Say it aloud with me. . .30. . .COME-ON say it louder,
say it the way that Julian would say 30,
were he not  turning 30 today. . .30.
Such a round number isn’t it?
Let me assure that my poem about Julian’s 30th birthday
will be completely and utterly without mercy.
In my poem about Julian’s 30 birthday,
which I have entitled “Happy Birthday Julian”,
I will use the poetical style of no mercy,
which is to say that I will show no Mercy,
Do you know?
Did I ever mention, imply acknowldege, etc, etc, et al
that today is Julian’s aka, the Boy, aka Dick, aka Julian Ware Vorus’s 30 Birthday,
that he has been alive for ten thousand nine hundred and fifty days;
262,800 hours
15,768,000 minutes or
946,080,000 seconds,
Did I !?
Okay, now on with my poem entitled “Happy Birthday Julian”
which will be read in the manner of the vocal stlyings
of Julian Vorus who has today turned 30.
Happy birthday Julian.
Thank you.

Originally written, a number of years ago, and I haven’t bothered to update the math.   what are you like 38? 39? fucking 40?

An editorial note

For sometime now I’ve maintanined (used loosely here) two blogs the one you are currently reading and another Trombones Geants. T.G. was supposed to have been a collaborative effort, but there was no collaboration.

And where this blog was supposed to (for me) highlight me more serious works, T.G. was for all my other writings, which were mostly humor and essays.

As of now I will no longer make that distinction.  I will no longer maintain T.G. and will fold all of my posts from that site into this one, which will now encompass all of my scattered random writings and not just be poetry.

I hope that you enjoy the  change.


The Definitive Greg Brown

I forgot to “renew” my mediafire links and so they died. Instead of re-uploading the mp3’s one by one, I zipped them up into a folder for your pleasure. I also added additional mp3’s.

The Definitive Greg Brown

The Track Listing:

A reaction to the reaction to the reaction
Ethnically Ambiguous
Jesus was a Hard Drinking Man
Open Mic Cliches
Stop Greg Brown
Stop the Icebergs
To My Fellow Americans

Also included are 2 tracks remixed by Paralegalismo ( yes, try saying that name five times fast):
21st century Greg Brown Man
Jesus Was a Hard Drinking Man

The music from these two tracks is from the band King Crimson.

Also included is an interview conducted by Asheville’s own Julian Vorus

By the way, I have not included Ex-Girlfriend Haiku within this “definitive” collection, because maybe I am saving that for Valentine’s Day.


I am taking a month off this blog to participate in National Novel Writing Month. You can follow my progress at An Untitled Novel.

Poetry is my first love, but writing a novel is something that I’ve always wanted to do.  Poetry doesn’t pay the bills,  but a decent novel will.

I expect to be back here in December or if the novel experiment fails.

The Green Fence

Or images from a partially remembered dream

A reduction of convenience,
parking lot corner
there is a certain malevolence in the green fence.

I walk around.
Unbrushed teeth. I sit cross-legged.

I know I am asleep.
Still in my pajamas.

The hiccups that brought stars.
Airport flights, your corridor full of windows.

A tarmac, a heavy head.
Punched again in the face.

Sinus squeeze,
a gang in bomber jackets.

Punched again in the face.

photo by 3fold