Filets: A Literary Treat for Gourmet Appetites

By Bobby Nimocks

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FILETS, a literary treat for gourmet appetites

FILETS, consists of 49 poems given in contemporary prose and concludes with a
long, short story entitled WAIT UNTIL SPRING. The hardcover book is 135 pages
long and is also available in soft cover and as an e-book edition. This is not a
cookbook, but it does feature appetizing treats that cover a cafeteria selection of
subjects of interest to any curious reader with a yen for variety and humor. Politics,
romance, environment, philosophy, psychology, sex, all those subjects constitute a
fervent poetic pursuit by the author in Part 1 of the book. The names of the persons
of the drama are so thinly disguised you will identify some of the stars of the shows at
a single glance:

Rough Gumballs, Master of Histrionics at the Mike;

Newter the Tooter, whose truths really are stranger than fiction and who is a
Master of Myths Good as Mile;

Glenn Peckerwood, whose blackboard masterpieces are but pentagrams chalked up
in Upper Chambers where the script will be viewed by future historians as
graphs for laughs and difficult of comprehension.

These characters do their patriotic best to add more fuel to an economic fire not
unlike the one that consumed Rome. Given the fact that the triumphs of our former
Commander-in-Chief and his congress contributed a lion's share of the forces that
changed the Greenback into a Hunchback, how else can these aforementioned
luminaries work their will to anymore of our further detriment than by removing
from the electorate all reasonable caretaker responsibility in their behalf, for which
mission governments are created?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Apr 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781468540444

Bobby Nimocks

The Author was born in Fayetteville, North Carolina where he graduated from Fayetteville High School and later from Davidson College in Davidson, NC Prior to the graduation his roommate, German Exchange Student, invited him to visit his family in Germany at their home in Weiden/Opf. in Bavaria, not more than 35 km from west of Czech Republic and 100 km east of the city of Nuernberg. In a document dated 1241 mention is made of settlements going back to the year 1000. Talk about old towns and cities, Weiden is just one of many in Germany and all of Europe as well. What began as a brief stint in Germany ended in a two year stay, affording the author an opportunity to visit neighboring countries within reach by bicycle motor scooter, or train. Youth Hostels provided economical overnight accommodations in the 1950's at the munificent cost of one dollar per night. If the Hostels provided food that was extra and likewise affordable. Bread is a staple in Europe and was sufficiently nutritious and appetizing to contribute an unforgettable ballast to the author's waistline, all at bargain basement prices. From a very basic knowledge of the German language it was evident that a lack of improved communication skills would detract from a two year endeavor to orient oneself in at least in one culture. Accordingly, he enrolled for a two semester course at the Dolmetscher Institut (Interpreters Institute) operated by the University of Heidelberg in that city for foreigners whose successful completion of German courses, together with the studies in the history and culture of that country, would be awarded a Zertificat which the author received. Today, back home in the USA, he counts his blessings in the persons of a son and daughter, three grandchildren, and a wife well-rounded in community affairs whose expertise in the kitchen can only be restrained by her husband for his own sake, because he is a well-rounded bottle washer and, of necessity, a professional calorie counter. As compared to making a living, the author confesses that writing is more a source of self satisfaction and spiritual release that it is an enterprise-for-profit. He cites proof in rejection slips which, if placed end-on-end, would be so numerous as to entice any paper recycling company to tender bid for a ready supply of raw product. If reimbursed for postage expended on works mailed out plus reading fees charged, he could have retired five years earlier. Add re-writes, and the family would be housed in a modern castle with servants. In as much as this publication is intended to reverse a bad trend, prospective readers are encouraged to buy one copy of FILETS for every room in the house.

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Filets,

A literary treat 

 for gourmet appetites

Bobby Nimocks

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Contents

Forward

Part I

My Epitaph

The Candidate or Symphony from the Newt World

The Credit Card King

The Nader Affair

State of the Onion under Tricky Dick

On Cambodia

Foreign Aid

Cover Girl

Pines

Starfire

Beeline

Lovelight

On the Lovelife of an Ophrys Orchid

Big Orange

Face of a Nation

Common Scents

Nicotine Knockout in My Local,

Homeowned Massage Salon

Consumer Wipeout

Conglomerated Amerika

The Only Trouble with this World is the People in It

Ode to the Man with the Bug on the Truck

Ballad of the Christmas Blues

Komm’, Süsser Tod*

The Legend of the Maco Light

Streaking

Vitals

Down to Earth

A Myth as Good as a Mile

Insights

My Blocks

Moonstruck

Vitamin Flintheart’s Vitamins

Sally’s Hang-Up

The Itch

The Neighborhood Skin Flick

The Pyrrhic Victor

Ode to the Honeybees of the Leatherwood Forests of Mole Creek

My Dune’s Day

Part II

How’m I Gone Pay Fer Chris-mus?

The Burning Bush

Looking for a Legacy to Stand on

Autumn’s Maple Red

View From a Kitchen Window

Hiccup, Spit Up, Pooh & Tee

Who Was I Before I Was Me?

Is You Quality or Does You Stack?

Animal Rites

A Celebration of Male Pride

Newter The Tooter, Former Speaker, Esq.

Part III

Wait Until Spring, a Query

Wait Until Spring, a Long, Short Story

About the Author

Awards:

Forward

The enclosed collection of verse, entitled Filets, may well differ from other collections offered to literary audiences, because each work is accompanied by a précis, making that work more comprehensible to readers not otherwise drawn to this medium of expression. (Please note the précis is omitted in Part II)

The précis is here intended as a means of serving and influencing the reader in two ways, first, as a key to whetting the poetic appetite by providing that reader with a kind of Rosetta Stone, as it were, to ensure understanding, and, secondly, by composing the précis in a clear and humorous enough way to tickle the reader’s fancy to the end that it becomes what one might call an Invitation to the Dance.

If by a poetic and prosaic characterization of people and issues we can see through the prism-like news reports and commentaries served up to us daily by reigning political and economic forces, or otherwise enhance our perception of nature and natural phenomena, then an exciting art form dedicated to the truth of a matter will still be ours to create, test, and refine, and the sound of it all will please the senses and resound like music to the ear. 

Part I

My Epitaph

Anyone whose inspiration has ever been dampened by a rejection slip might easily decide in favor of the classic wording contained in one as a fitting inscription on his tombstone:

We regret that we were unable to use the enclosed material. Thank you for giving us the opportunity to consider it.

The enclosed material in this instance refers to the writer’s remains, once evaluated by the gods for talent and ultimately consigned by them to the bone orchard and the Eternity of the Unknown.

My Epitaph

My epitaph

Should read,

"We regret

That we were unable

To use the enclosed material.

Thank you

For giving us the opportunity

To consider it."

An arrow

Should indicate

The exact position

Of my casket

And what remains

Of my remains.

The Candidate 

 or 

 Symphony from the Newt World

If Antonin Dvorak, the renown Czech composer, had known as much about American politics as he did about music, he would have changed the sub-title of this verse to read, Cacophony From The Newt World and added, parenthetically, I’ve Heard That Song Before. Another way of saying it is, there’s nothing Newt under the sun that hasn’t already been promised in twenty thousand words or more with a spin on each one—so much so that anyone who has an ear to hear and the patience to endure is bound to suffer dizzy spells in the aftermath.

And so, the beat goes on, and by the time the results of all this palaver are tabulated, we will be too old to evaluate anything and too poor of eyesight to benefit from hindsight.

Anyhow, The Candidate is not only a politician but also a kind of strange bedfellow one can imagine was spawned by the same political process that gave us an LBJ, a Tricky Dick and now, The Newt, known elsewhere as Newter the Tooter.

If The Newt is to be crowned the Master of Logorrhea, history must somehow find a new and proper narrative for JFK and Slick Willie that will account for promiscuous sexual activity of presidential candidates and presidents in office among lady interns so intense and frenzied, the number of hits scored need be compared with those over at the Aberdeen Proving Grounds (a military rifle range) to relate the number of bull’s eyes achieved between the shooters. If the results do not qualify for inclusion in future pulpit presentations, then The Newt might author yet another book and appropriately entitle it The Peter Principle and reap rewards from an audience whose political frame of reference is more commensurate with his mindset.

The Candidate, instead of being a profile in courage, is, rather, a profile in discouragement, the archetype of a twentieth century political animal at large in a two-party system, either of which will continue to make wars (like all peaceable politicians do) or spend us into oblivion and blame someone else for it.

Here we are, dying in our deficits and spree spending on outrageous costing premiums to keep in force an