The Hammock Papers: Happy Birthday, Zevon

24 January 2021

Happy Birthday, Zevon

Warren Zevon was born on this day in 1947.

"Rottweiler Blues"

Got a Glock in the bedside table

Machine gun leaning by the bedroom door

Kevlar vest in the closet

Well, I wear it when I go to the store

Shadows on the window

Rustling in the hedge

Faces at the peephole

Footsteps on the ledge

If you come calling

He'll be mauling with intent to maim

Don't knock on my door

If you don't know my Rottweiler's name

Halogen lights in the driveway

Guardian Angels living next door

One hundred pounds of unfriendly persuasion

Sleeping on the Florida porch

Slackers in the market

Bangers in the mall

Skinheads on the golf course

Hunting for their balls

If you come calling

He'll be mauling with intent to maim

Don't knock on my door

If you don't know my Rottweiler's name

Well, he's dreaming about an intruder or two

And the promise of burglar blood

He's yearning to chew on a gangster tattoo

And to hear the proverbial sickening thud

Shadows on the window

Rustling in the hedge

Faces at the peephole

Footsteps on the ledge

If you come calling

He'll be mauling with intent to maim

Don't knock on my door

If you don't know my Rottweiler's name

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WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

"When I am, as it were, completely myself, entirely alone and of good cheer – say travelling in a carriage or walking after a good meal, or during the night when I cannot sleep – it is on such occasions that my ideas flow best and most abundantly. Whence, and how, they come I know not ; nor can I force them. Those ideas that please me I retain in memory and am accustomed, as I have been told, to hum them to myself. If I continue in this way, it soon occurs to me how I may turn this dainty morsel to account, so as to make a good dish of it. That is to say, agreeable to the rules of counterpoint, to the peculiarities of various instruments etc. All this fires my soul, and, provided I am not disturbed, my subject enlarges itself, becomes methodised, and defined, and the whole, though it be long, stands almost complete and finished in my mind, so that I can survey it like a fine picture or a beautiful statue at a glance. Nor do I hear in my imagination the parts successively, but I hear them, as it were, all at once. What a delight this is, I cannot tell."

MARCUS AURELIUS

"Is your cucumber bitter? Throw it away. Are there briars in your path? Turn aside. That is enough. Do not go on and say, 'Why were things of this sort ever brought into this world?' neither intolerable nor everlasting - if thou bearest in mind that it has its limits, and if thou addest nothing to it in imagination. Pain is either an evil to the body (then let the body say what it thinks of it!)-or to the soul. But it is in the power of the soul to maintain its own serenity and tranquility."

VINCENT van GOGH

"What am I in the eyes of most people? A nonentity or an oddity or a disagreeable person — someone who has and will have no position in society, in short a little lower than the lowest. Very well — assuming that everything is indeed like that, then through my work I’d like to show what there is in the heart of such an oddity, such a nobody. This is my ambition, which is based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Even though I’m often in a mess, inside me there’s still a calm, pure harmony and music. In the poorest little house, in the filthiest corner, I see paintings or drawings. And my mind turns in that direction as if with an irresistible urge. As time passes, other things are increasingly excluded, and the more they are the faster my eyes see the picturesque. Art demands persistent work, work in spite of everything, and unceasing observation."

DAN CAMPBELL