Joseph Pinto, the barflypoet
295 episodes - English - Latest episode: 1 day ago -poetry written from the inside of bars served raw and unedited from the moment crafted.
...drinkin' proofs and writin' truths...
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extra
April 17, 2024 14:51 - 38 seconds - 1.04 MB‘extra’ tonight indignation listens to me solely but only when billy bush is not speaking. sometimes i worry my mind will explode in a spray of deep verses but the television can always be counted upon to pull me from the precipice. it has not turned 8pm yet and already i am bound for bed, alone, and like the lampshade, holding back my light. my truest time comes when i close my eyes. billy? i lost any hope of stardom a long time ago. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Josep...
what comes from not knowing
April 15, 2024 17:49 - 34 seconds - 935 KB‘what comes from not knowing’ bottle opens easier than door does key a function brain locks open-mouthed no entry stranger to house. no creeping mouse stolen sound crumble overtaken all left out date expired. railing keeps stairs; the only marriage never failed. holding the fingers cupped hands nothing squeezes tight enough avoids the spill. #barflypoet #josephapinto © Joseph A. Pinto * Poetry served raw and unedited from the moment crafted * 'From My Front Ste...
buddha
April 08, 2024 13:58 - 58 seconds - 1.57 MB‘buddha’ so apologetic just for the record you say i do you when do you ever say you do me we’re so divided we’re so united i’m eating crow tonight to keep the peace i’m so buddha i am so miracle not losing my senses this seems senseless such a song on record sing it back you do when have you never nothing so hidden the sun, the moon, the truth i rise, i fall, i escape you i rise, i fall, i escape you i rise, i fall, i escape you the sun, the moon, the truth i rise, i...
things you learn from the dentist's chair
April 04, 2024 16:14 - 43 seconds - 1.15 MB‘things you learn in the dentist’s chair’ so much gets stuck under the surface you think you’re clean until something hits just the wrong way then you want to rip it out. we go on about our daily lives an accumulation beneath our noses the smile never shows what is hidden neither do we hear what is held under tongue. it is possible to feign a nap but regardless the bright light will roll the eyes and we feel more naked with a messy mouth than we do stripping. saying see you...
daylight savings
April 02, 2024 15:19 - 56 seconds - 1.52 MB‘daylight savings’ tomorrow goes an hour lost where goes all cast away chasing down ghost remains no saving grace to lengthened days love’s secrets shared beneath leaves what steals back to tides of seas can i say i still want you can i say you still hold me at this time nothing spins right how much longer spinning wrong another cycle spring ahead please don’t please don’t please don’t fall behind me again a pulse needed to break this ice melt down reshape to something els...
vagary
March 27, 2024 15:05 - 51 seconds - 1.38 MB‘vagary’ it’s not like i saw this coming but i sure as hell put it out there enough. signal like a streak of sun. when young mother would say careful or you’ll get hurt. now the call has been answered and twisted limbs are all i crave. these beacons bouncing between chests and i’m waiting for one of us to drop the broadcast but we’re not. we’ve reasons like forests yet when one screams the other listens and no matter the deaf you may face you’ll never catch sight of my back. toss babe to...
vacuum
March 26, 2024 14:04 - 6 seconds - 190 KB‘vacuum’ here’s the thing about lonely you don’t need sun for it to follow. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
in this bar
March 20, 2024 13:52 - 8 seconds - 225 KB‘in this bar’ i made the sad song a double to fill the single shot of reality i walked in with between the eyes. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
athazagoraphobia
March 19, 2024 14:02 - 52 seconds - 1.39 MB‘athazagoraphobia’ tucked under your arm. fashioned for your palm. where you had gone i went and nothing had been so glorious. to be seen in silence. to be chosen without whoring the moral halo circling my tongue. but through my stagnancy your creases grew and grew and for all the times i asked up you set me down. free from your fingers a space snipped one thread by one the comfort i thought we’d woven. now a basket full robs the singularity i once grasped. your laughter skipping through...
perpetual sap
March 18, 2024 13:50 - 27 seconds - 752 KB‘perpetual sap’ right hand gives. “where have your words gone,” she asks as if unaware she’s ended all i gratefully share though this she’s still willing to take. a slow drip from the bleeding tree comes death of self-esteem; i’ve a soft voice in saying i love you, a glazed stupor when in silence no reply. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distil...
rock salt
March 13, 2024 14:37 - 1 minute - 2.19 MB‘rock salt’ it built back in ’78 and never stopped. inches to feet, feet to yards, yards to an ever-accumulating expanse of miles. treacherous traveling but who ever thought to shovel the journey from beneath their eyes. howling winds the limbs seemed to withstand, trunks sure and strong my god did the lineage ever get it wrong. the dna never made to carry this mess the cells like glass impacted by the blocks kept by one and to one another. i remember the drifts the wind made the image o...
bring your christmas decorations in
March 12, 2024 15:32 - 42 seconds - 1.14 MB‘bring your christmas decorations in’ fickle february melts then brings back the snow under a dead eye i walk counter-clockwise time flies with the crow and at the corner a myriad of directions only one choice. baby jesus left outside from the manger did he make much noise i sympathize shunned for reliance upon my own voice does plastic skin still tremble will it ever warm taken inside? mary and joseph say the wind slays on days like these i wa...
have pain, will travel
March 07, 2024 17:00 - 31 seconds - 874 KB‘have pain, will travel’ these high hats make funny shadows of my hands three for the price of one like auras illustrating the way i feel dark, grey and just a whisper. i have no business writing under this light it will only fuck up my sight, really but anyone wondering what i might be up to will bear witness to my laborious squinting, my dogged approach, and not realize the sheer amount of despair i carry. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Jos...
when will she
March 05, 2024 13:57 - 37 seconds - 1010 KB‘when will she’ she brought the woods into my heart but she insists on standing outside our forest this lone tree without sun this bent thinking of hers. when will she realize she has every right to sky and no seed goes punished. of all the limbs i could choose i choose hers to wait under and when it becomes too much i’ll cup all she spills and gently nourish her roots. when will she learn whichever way she leans is the direction i am after. * #barflypoet #jo...
curtain
February 29, 2024 16:31 - 50 seconds - 1.36 MB‘curtain’ veiled silence enlightens the nuances tonight a young woman appears animate, she is pale and fainting by inches, i know, my cranial base a window but without the view. what covers my eyes a phantom illusion; she’s security issues while i a letter without return , address and in this imaginary flesh i try. the abyss comes forged in alabaster not the barely sufficient perpetuity for which i strive. the woman loves a charmer but i am a workshop, solemnit...
corner
February 28, 2024 15:49 - 36 seconds - 997 KB‘corner’ i don’t want to be here anymore. i’m not afraid to admit it. i’m not afraid to say it. i’m tired of the constant dismissals. i’m tired of actions not matching the words the cowardice, the absolvement of blame, the walking away like i hardly ever mattered, or was, or will be. i’m tired of my role. i’m tired of my mask. i’m tired of writing in a pad whoring myself under the pimp of a hand. * #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto...
komorebi
February 23, 2024 15:31 - 1 minute - 3.02 MB‘komorebi’ for once i lost the words. for once all in my world drew its breath. you, cross-legged atop your blanket, me, little boy bursting from my chest. the portrait brushed around us so lush in pause. “on my final day this is where i wish to end,” but a playful frog took my thoughts before i vented. and the lake you longed adopted i immediately made my own, a mirror i had lacked all my life. my throat hitched. i turned my back so you wouldn’t see. you know me, my leaky eyes, my emoti...
final test
February 20, 2024 15:33 - 57 seconds - 1.53 MB'final test' drink till all goes spinning riches a combustion within the head rejuvenated spark a circle an expression of deafness, immediately night flutters and a pedestal above the strange and fantastic, this imperceptible ghost. multiplied the fall a stiff wire my shadow jumped top bottom, almost incarnate, now the others disorient the pale of my spirit and regrets like a hasty man’s mistakes. but my own, severed, twitching and awakened...
no title
February 15, 2024 17:19 - 39 seconds - 1.05 MB(volume up) ‘no title’ left hand receives. the universe’s temperament presses with its giving hand against my throat. why did i come here to drink? assessment of my days like a piano hits the wrong notes. four stools down the maestro taps a blue pen. unforgivingly. jesus bathes under mosquito corpses. the last draft of my story requires a final edit. with a whoosh the front door opens, so quiet as it closes. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpi...
in a hotel away from eyes
February 08, 2024 19:11 - 1 minute - 1.67 MB‘in a hotel away from eyes’ the haunt is recognizable staring back i know this from when i was young the father, the son, neither ever holy, like stray dogs followed the ghost of which so many but now only one. the watch gone missing though like cicadas the spinning hands buzzed and interrupted unseen thoughts, until finally manifested too late. “i don’t want to die” but by then cancer claimed him, a cheap stripper breasts squeezed together for a last fleshly feel. lately...
the light in the dark
February 05, 2024 15:46 - 2 minutes - 3.71 MB‘the light in the dark’ every story has a start. so this is what that is. a start. or maybe this is the end, because a start does not necessarily begin cleanly. so this might very well be the start of the end. and if you think i’m being poetic, i’m not. i think i’ve reached the point where i can be honest and say i’m existing, and that’s just not life, right? every day struggling to find meaning while excuses add up. why am i staying when my worth has been proven less? it’s a bitter pill...
abditive
July 19, 2023 16:54 - 41 seconds - 1.1 MB‘abditive’ part of the sham is participating in it. so pour the masquerade like a cold one into glass. drink it slow or fast. doesn’t matter because the bloat will follow you home. all they say heads your way but never is it meant for you. like bubbles children try to snatch from july sky, it floats just close enough to delight then gone. every one of those conversations a soap slick residue atop your skin. nothing short of an unnatural phenomenon. so stick it out with that glassy smile ...
and i know
July 06, 2023 13:01 - 9 seconds - 79.7 KB‘and i know’ and i know that you don't want what i want anymore. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
approaching
July 03, 2023 15:39 - 11 seconds - 329 KB‘approaching’ the moon approaching the transformation begins this beast now a wilder thing. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
can't stop me
June 20, 2023 15:25 - 11 seconds - 320 KBit’s nearly summer vacation so now what’s your excuse?? ‘can’t stop me’ when i get the call that my daughter’s school is closing due to inclement weather i stay up late and drink like it’s the first day of summer vacation. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/Jos...
piggies
June 14, 2023 15:45 - 1 minute - 2.86 MB‘piggies’ and just like that she makes her feet home in my lap says boy rub my piggies i came a long way for your palms well i never had no market now i’m stocking shelves i wanna keep her fed and i love her tongue in my mouth so she tastes me inside out and knows she no longer walks alone and if my baby wants me i’ll carry my baby home i am home, i am home for my baby i am home, i am home for my baby and just like that she steals my heart away in her eyes...
at 2am
June 09, 2023 16:35 - 34 seconds - 942 KBthe bottles, the empty bottles… ‘at 2am’ i'll put this as succinctly as i can: you treat me like shit. disguise your shortcomings if you must (and you must) preach the honor of your duty (i no longer listen) the only role i have ever asked is that you actually see me instead you have left me wayward twisting in restless sleep drowning in bottles; i am not above saying i have failed. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pint...
filipendulous
June 07, 2023 16:23 - 58 seconds - 1.55 MBsomeone teach me the reasons and not the lesson… ‘filipendulous’ tired. spell it. two vowels and thirty-three bowed vertebrae like overpacked luggage from my spine. i’m good keeping possessions but what i own ain’t mine. a chest with a hole and no room to fit in. one more scotch or bourbon don’t ask for reasons i wouldn’t know where to start and if i did you wouldn’t listen. a shadow scabbed over shouldn’t be picked. so what to do when the lies itch? hard work pays off in the end, my...
she's just angry
June 01, 2023 15:24 - 13 seconds - 371 KBand this is why i love writing from bars. i think i need to go on tour… ‘she’s just angry’ cries: he used me he took all the best i was. she sucks angry on her cigarette the way she sucked angry on his dick. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto -...
avoidance
May 31, 2023 17:12 - 42 seconds - 1.12 MBmoments are few but here is my one… ‘avoidance’ mother and father took the tines to my eyes but never time to soothe my tongue and so much of my embryo goes unanswered like why did i grow into who i am and why do i see now what i’ve been blind to before and who the fuck nourished me when most obviously my bloodlines ran thin? i am not yours and clearly i am so wayward how could i ever put forth a signal to be heard? generations ensuing my cells will never know the pliancy of my flesh...
monachopsis
May 24, 2023 16:08 - 42 seconds - 1.14 MBperfectly whole yet not quite together… ‘monachopsis’ a thousand interlocking pieces yet none hold the smooth to slip me in. a shape with projection i seem to push the mass away. even if we lock would i ever want to conform to your spatial monotony? i hear what you’re saying but it’s falling on deaf ears. you want me here but a path leads from the sash i’ve left open. inch turned to gap. the draft never turned your head to notice so neither will the guilt when i move on. it’s a prett...
death no matter
May 23, 2023 14:55 - 11 seconds - 99.1 KB‘death no matter’ these people they think i die to drink no, no friends i drink to die. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
playbill
May 18, 2023 15:27 - 26 seconds - 729 KBdo you stay well after the curtain drops…? ‘playbill’ fifth act. we find our protagonist once fool now hanged man center stage and all unfolding behind eyes does so unaware of severed cords to facial expression and while heart trembles worrisomely to outcomes beyond measure he’ll suspend expectation and keep forever his surrender waiting. 'playbill' a poster announcing a theatrical performance #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All ...
beacon
May 16, 2023 14:49 - 10 seconds - 282 KBwhere are the fresh voices and deliveries? why is so much presented for the eyes and not crafted from the heart? ‘beacon’ we live in a world of posers and followers desperate for the free and brave to liberate us from all the shit. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.c...
band-aid, she always uses a band-aid
May 12, 2023 15:47 - 26 seconds - 725 KBhe’s interesting— he’s well-traveled he’s a musician on weekends he’s single but he’s not my type. i listen to her words and shake my head sadly knowing she’ll find a reason to take him up on a night out. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. * www.etsy.com/shop/JosephPinto --- Supp...
assassin
May 10, 2023 15:56 - 1 minute - 1.89 MBlooking thru the glass. and seeing nothing… ‘assassin’ something’s swimming in my snifter that shouldn’t be. maybe part of a bug or yet another piece of myself i’ve been forced to swallow and now repeats in untimely fashion like when i want to forget the knife holes in my back. usually i ignore all leaking down my spine but it’s hard when all i want to really say goes whistling through. i’m sure if i had you alone you’d see i’ve crossed your name off from my list. a concise unshaking...
yes isn't always the answer
May 04, 2023 15:55 - 38 seconds - 1.03 MByou figure things out the hard way… ‘yes isn’t always the answer’ yes isn't always the answer i couldn't figure out what he meant but it became clearer after several shots of irish whiskey look, sometimes you have to grow balls and stick up for yourself be a man and not some compliant pussy that rolls over to your woman. he suddenly got a text from his wife and hurried home. i poured whiskey down my throat stumbled in at 4am walked into walls pissed in the si...
gallimaufry
May 02, 2023 16:24 - 59 seconds - 1.6 MBand here hanging is a wardrobe of uncertainty… ‘gallimaufry’ here, there, you left your face and if only i knew which expression belonged. eyes constantly turning, mouth always churning and one nail is not enough to raise you up and into light. there’s a plastic to your condition that doesn’t agree under the ridges of my fingertips. i can’t collect you any longer. i can’t listen to the fabrication of your syllables mimicking the drop of my lids. i can’t take that drawl of a head nod ...
change of scenery
April 27, 2023 15:59 - 10 seconds - 280 KB'change of scenery' shoulders slumped he left his house there his posture straightened along with his optimism. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
muffin
April 26, 2023 14:17 - 38 seconds - 1.03 MB'muffin' it’s the kind of wind that runs through your house like an intolerable child bored from their mind, the kind of wind that brings about pause and makes you question all the warmth you’ve allowed to escape from your life. the kind of wind that pairs best with chili because like you it comes together in a mess. i love you, she says, and you know it’s only because she’s devoted to separating your thoughts from your head. outside the boughs frown like the curvature of your body, bagg...
trampoline
April 19, 2023 15:17 - 45 seconds - 1.22 MB‘trampoline’ clear sky thins the smoke from the eyes but exasperation dries the slick out from the tongue. no piecing together of clever words can ever detract from the lines you hurl and cool cheeks betray bleats of a mourning heart. higher and higher you’re always at it say you’ll stop just like an addict keep me down as long as you rise up. on and on you’re so dramatic flip the script it’s your bad habit here’s the blame you’ll only pass the buck. and you go up. and i go gone gone and...
words like ghosts
April 18, 2023 15:50 - 11 seconds - 302 KB‘words like ghosts’ 'go live your life, she told him. but he didn’t know how without her. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
tiger
April 04, 2023 15:35 - 31 seconds - 857 KBbut who ever listens..? 'tiger' caution! do not put fingers or hands into the cage! yet you fail to heed the warning time and time again. it cannot help if you now lack the necessary digits to pound your discriminatory reports under its eyes or the common sense to keep from worming back into its head. incessant you ignored the cue from its rollbacked ears and still you brandish the nerve to curse the beast when it is only wont to do beast things. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.joseph...
proof
March 21, 2023 16:11 - 50 seconds - 788 KBjust leave the bottle… ‘proof’ weakness from an old injury. the broke breaks deeper than the disobedience of soul to bone. i’ve oft tried to mend myself with white cocktail napkins and while catching the spill they could never wipe the mess. there’s not much left but a photograph of us along michigan avenue. who knows if heaven exists but something beyond our capacity to reason raised our lips skyward that day and if you think i don’t still feel the phantom of your hands when pleasur...
obvious metaphor
March 17, 2023 16:23 - 8 seconds - 241 KB‘obvious metaphor’ though pretty the dandelions choke and kill the lawn. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/joseph-pinto3/support
appreciation
March 09, 2023 20:06 - 28 seconds - 782 KB‘appreciation’ a devil’s deal for love heart freely ripped gnarled vines replacing fruitless eyes rust weeping emaciated clouds sun refuge shovel, he handed break soil, he spoke, only now can you appreciate drought. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Amazon. --- Support this podcast: http...
lorn
March 07, 2023 16:34 - 21 seconds - 576 KB'lorn' good god almighty, you widen my eyes with clandestine grandeur, salve my tongue as vessel to your unknowable ways…only to rob me lost of true fervor, my faith upon my knees before eternal night, pregnant above my ashen countenance in bedeviling possibilities? #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephpinto.com © Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved. * 'From My Front Steps,' 'Scotch and Scars' and 'A Distilled Spirit' poetry collections available in paperback and ebook on Am...
lacuna
February 22, 2023 15:39 - 49 seconds - 1.31 MB'lacuna' still waiting here, a blue without horizon, an awful gale without wind to blow. your name about the corners in reflective manifestations, none the direction from where we came. keeping the posture when the rain falls teeming down, the realization tread water means one has since drowned. and when the sun dries the sodden mess it leaves me feeling worse. at best. no more skipping puddles or reimagined clouds with a picket fence. hands fill the pockets but nothing overflows my heart t...
euthanasia
January 31, 2023 16:50 - 39 seconds - 1.06 MB'euthanasia' recognition, spoken through your eyes. i heard you and maybe someday someone will hear me too. years spent like seconds. i woke before ready. a long walk before i tied my shoes. spirit moves along without care to pack and even slipping you filled my arms with more than they could hold. i want you back i want you back i want you back. there’s no rushing from the house early mornings anymore. no burst of light greeting me through the door. #barflypoet #josephapinto www.josephp...
whelve
January 18, 2023 17:11 - 1 minute - 2.22 MB'whelve' my father kept many tools i never knew how to use. little boy hands still feel little boy in adult bones. remarkably he transferred his sins into the soil of all my pores but to this day i can’t fix a thing. when he moved on i took his toolbox heavy as all the burdens he never spoke a word of and just as cool. in a side room off from my basement he waits to be mended but i’ve closed him to the dark. i can smell his curses mushrooming like smoke from diesel stacks and his words ling...