Destiny to many old, too young, the only
fold, a manifold, a crease, a cringe disease;
this plague’s a blessing of our stolen cars
when tarmac’s burnin’ sunbeamed hot.
What’s cooking in the neighborhood?
Fast food it’s when frying eggs, it’s you, it’s me
and brains on pots, it’s weeds, it’s deeds
it’s you online; it’s cocaine; it’s manifolds.
It’s us of being one, a being only one,
who’s two, or three, who’s tomboy energy.
We’re one of gasoline and timpani;
come dance and play for me that tambourine,
Come crank your engine, boom, boom, bang
come heartbeat you, and me and you, bang bang.
It’s me a multitude; it’s cooking in the ‘hood
It’s only one. a manifold, it’s us and faster food.
By cyclonebill – Spejlæg, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=8822885
Magaly brings us a number of crazy booktitles to chose from at toads. My choice was Manifold Destiny: The One! The Only! Guide to Cooking on Your Car Engine!, by Chris Maynard and Bill Scheller. Lot’s of good words to bring a bit of beats into poetry (of sorts)… Will also link to poetry pantry on Sunday morning.
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March 11, 2017
Björn Rudbergs writings 
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thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much love…
Love the musicality of this piece!
You made such wonderful sounds with this poem. I read it aloud, and as I listened to myself, I imagined the engine banging…
Love the manifolds, the way it tells us to look deeper to see what’s really cooking. And, of course, I giggled at “come heartbeat you, and me and you, bang bang.”
Thank you for the feast of grins and cackles… and thinking.
Fast cars and fast food go together. The dark part of those eggs frying in the picture made me think they might have been cooked on the car engine.
Oh this is really good…….I like the boom boom bang…….and the cooking on the hood, sort of like frying an egg on the sidewalk. Fun poem, Bjorn.
This has a wild youthful energy to this – a little reckless in its passion, but oh does it all sound good.
There’s always good stuff cooking in the ‘hood, I think! I like the rhythm of this poem & can feel its energy. A good one to read aloud!
I have cooked on a car engine before. Set the meal in before a trip t the lake. It’s done by them time you get there!
I love that phrase ‘the only fold, a manifold’. It reminds me of Dr Seuss! A great read, Bjorn!
A great rhythm..especially love:
We’re one of gasoline and timpani;
come dance and play for me that tambourine,
love this fun poem…”What’s cooking in the neighborhood?” hmmm…..
I love this! 😀 Such a fantastic beat to this sigh especially “Come crank your engine, boom, boom, bang come heartbeat you, and me and you, bang bang. It’s me a multitude; it’s cooking in the ‘hood It’s only one. a manifold, it’s us and faster food.” Beautifully executed!
boom boom bang. I loved it! 😀
This was quite an interesting read, Bjorn. The beat was great, so natural. It can also be an effective tongue twister / riddle. 🙂
A fried egg cooked on the hood makes a nice lunch!
You chose a most difficult title, and made it your own. Thank you for my Sunday morning chuckle!
This was a delightful read. 🙂
This has all the grit of urban legend. You did wonders with the repeating line, and all the others in between.. great progression and so on point.
You conjured real musicality in this Bjorn – so effortlessly too, in your own distinctive way
There are many folds in this, food can be so poetic, of course! Poems are the souls sustinance
I like this, Bjorn. I can feel a rhythm through your words.
Thanks for the fun Bjorn. But now I feel like eating fried eggs – not cooked on a car engine.
Love the phrase “tomboy energy”—there is nothing that quite compares to that, is there?
Thought provoking. I remember when eggs were considered fast food that’s why don’t care for them today.
Whew! I read this aloud for its snap, crackle and pop–I got the heat and the destiny and speed, man, speed!
Some sizzle here.
Like the up in your face feel to this. Fun and food cooked in the hood,
Elizabeth
Love the beat you’ve pulled off in this piece. Achieving a musical cadence that is this good – is much trickier than the subject matter (it is usually built around) would seem to indicate at first glance – though, in this case, I suspect, the content is darker than it might appear, in a quick read. During Nancy Reagan’s anti-drug campaign of “Just say no”, a commercial featured an egg … with the words: this is your brain – followed by a shot of the egg being scrambled … with the words: this is your brain on drugs. So that is where my head went, with this. Am I close? Smiles.
Yes – the brain on drugs was exactly what I was after…
You make it sound like fun in the moment – as well as wild … and even kinda normal and everyday in some neighbourhoods.
It’s me a multitude; it’s cooking in the ‘hood
It’s only one. a manifold, it’s us and faster food.
One can rightly improvise when it comes to surviving on the move!
Hank
I really like how you affected the word stresses with your line breaks.
“too young, the only
fold, a manifold, a crease, a cringe disease” … Love the way that sounds.
Also the tomboy energy, timpani, and tambourine references. Fun imagery.
The dark tone on your poem made me think of eggs frying on the car engine. I truly love what you’ve written here. Brilliant. 🙂
This has the feel of a good rap to it!
Fast food, fast cars, microwave thinking or should I say nonthinking. Great write!
Fast food, fast cars, fast drugs, fast life. This is excellent and makes its point.
It’s a fast-paced world out there and we are attempting to navigate it but it’s not healthy.