It's getting very, very hot in New York City. Hot coffee is now out of the question, and the subways are essentially moving saunas. Summer's just around the corner, and as the mercury rises, so does the appetite for mischief. It's time to shake off the cabin fever and the sweaters, and move about the streets well into the night. In the spirit of rebellion, check out the video above. What better way to usher in the heat than by watching a bunch of immigrant youths battle traditional British authority?

Enjoy!

Shoving My Clenched Fist in Mouth

You know there’s probably a miracle I can’t begin to imagine.
Like when they found his body.
I can hardly think in the real world.
I wish she would have said something, but I don’t mind the thought.
Easy to criticize.
I gave up.
I never really got those people.

Very nice, well-balanced, happy, sad bastards.

Here's the video to accompany yesterday's post about Lily Allen and Debbie Harry's Today Show performance. Lily tries her hardest, but standing next to Debbie Harry and trying to sing "Heart of Glass" your own "special" way is pretty much impossible. Sorry.

In honor of Rosie's View departure, this week's Mollygood, Bad and Poetic will be done in the abstract, roundabout style of Ro herself. Cheers.

Pretty obnoxious
ridiculously long
Not trying to insult
bully
bitter, negative, and disgusting
childish and immature
but she deserved it

This week, rather than a poem, I've composed a misogynistic rap from all the comments.
The video above is absolutely amazing. Enjoy it.

Straight Outta Mollygood

I don’t get hos.
Who is this whore?
Oh, poor little rich girl, she’s such a ho-bag.
That supposed “model” is totally fug.
I knew she was an alien.
That is so nasty.

What an interesting week at MollyGood. Not only was the site aesthetic revamped but we've also learned that Paris Hilton may actually—for possibly the first time in her life—be forced to face consequences. What's the world coming to? As there was so much Paris coverage this week, I've decided to compose a poem with comments solely about her. Cheers, all.

Wonky eye ablaze

The Hanoi Hilton heiress, real life not simple.
Think of having to look at her.
To me, it just seems absurd.
Traffic violations to murder, another petition against Paris.
Can I get an “a-FUCKING-men!!”

Quite a good week here at MollyGood, but it's been an even better weekend. I hope you were delighted by the fact that our criminal justice system hasn't yet gone fully to the birds and, if the feeling moved you, I hope you partook in many Mint Juleps and Margaritas.
Best,
Cord

PS Above is "If I Ever Feel Better" by Phoenix. It's one of my favorite songs. Enjoy!

Just because some people don't like shitty poetry…

Let's get down to brass tacks here, people: That is exactly what someone with a penis would say.
Going to the mall, eating yogurt, talking about boys, bitch…please.
I think it's her.
His wife.
His party.
Now.
I thought my embarrassment was private.
Save me from myself.
Once we are able to be jealous, we don't need to see it all the time.

The world's been a very interesting and tragic place the past few days. But it always is. So it goes.

Take it easy this weekend. Everyone deserves it.

I sympathize with Sanjaya.

I need to revise my decision to believe in standards.
I was thinking it's been a rough afternoon, but
there is nothing shameful about taking yourself out for a look around.
I'm sorry to ruin a good picture, for money isn't so attractive.
Though, under normal circumstances, I really don't care.
As much as I am alone,
I am eternally grateful

In light of this week's poetic extension of MollyGood, namely Someone Haiku, I felt it might be interesting to create some poetry out of poetry. Enjoy!

PS Up above is "Mushaboom" by Feist. It's old, but still really catchy on a Sunday morning.

I think I might love you.

What is wrong with you?
I believe you could own me, I will soon need someone to take care of me.
Tired of this circus. Shocking, it is not.
This whole drama is to escape the silliness.
Hide your children from this shit.
This will prove them wrong.
It's time to go away now.

For this week's MollyGood, Bad and Poetic, I've decided to highlight the recent abundance of spam comments–already semi-poetic in and of themselves ("Texases"? How abstract!). Perhaps looking at them in a different venue will aid us in deciphering their coded brilliance.

Above is "Living Room" by the Paris Combo. It's pretty and upbeat. Happy holidays!
Best,
Cord

abilities quadratics Judaica majors accounted!

Hi man!
Baiter bemoans,surfaced!
Competence conquerer gagging Scarsdale.
Texases:onerous
Plate vulnerabilities description counting, incompetence fervently bedding travel inspires.
Blasphemously undeniably.
Banter dazzled:envisaged. Weeks labyrinth broiling:exterminated.
Road harvester treaty. Recycled Metzler.

Spring has sprung in New York, and I hope that, regardless of locale, you're out enjoying life. Above is a tune called "I'd Rather Dance With You" by Kings of Convenience. It's a nice song to enhance a sunny barbecue.

As usual, healthy participation has provided a rich field of opinions from which we can compile a new poem. Cheers to all.
Best,
Cord

Way to get creative

Go away.
I'm not being sarcastic.
Go back to your lame ass life, and leave them alone.
I do not care about the world, celebrity.
I am definitely confused by these "crimes."
I think he hates himself more than the world hates him; have more pride than that.
I am a mother in a rage.
If we don't recognize ugly, we can't recognize beauty, no?
Dear lord, I love her, plain and simple.
But, I despise her little pink bubble world.

Quite the turnout for the NOW post. Amid the din, several readers vowed to never return, a few flung around accusations of homophobia and misogyny and the petition returned. Nevertheless, I'd say it's well worth it if it drums up healthy debate.

Here's a poem crafted from the fervor. I hope you enjoy it.
Best,
Cord

I second the motion, sister!

I'm not sure I know where the line should be drawn on this, which may be why this is so disturbing to me.
Photographed in caskets in a 6 foot deep grave, don't love them.
If you gals wanna play the victim role all your lives, be my guest. And doesn't everyone pick their battles?
I'm a woman, these are derivative tripe.
What's with people these days and making grand announcements? Quit telling everyone about it.
I liked you until now. I stuck up for you.
Oh the blasphemy! Oh the offense!
I miss Molly.

PS Above is "God Knows" by El Perro del Mar. The video's cute and the song's soothing. Take two listens and call me in the morning.

This week, in honor of the holiday, I thought it appropriate to highlight work from one of the greatest Irish writers in the history of the world. WB Yeats is beautiful, and he's written this edition of MollyGood, Bad and Poetic.
Best,
Cord

Hearts with one purpose alone

Through summer and winter seem
Enchanted to a stone
To trouble the living stream.
The horse that comes from the road,
The rider, the birds that range
From cloud to tumbling cloud,
Minute by minute they change;
A shadow of cloud on the stream,
Changed minute by minute;
A horse-hoof slides on the brim,
And a horse plashes within it;
The long-legged moor-hens dive,
And hens to moor-cocks call;
Minute by minute they live:
The stone's in the midst of it all.

Too long a sacrifice
Can make a stone of the heart.
O when may it suffice?
That is Heaven's part, our part
To murmur name upon name,
As a mother names her child
When sleep at last has come
On limbs that had run wild.
What is it but nightfall?
No, no, not night but death;
Was it needless death after all?
For England may keep faith
For all that is done and said.
We know their dream; enough
To know they dreamed and are dead;
And what if excess of love
Bewildered them till they died?
I write it out in a verse —

MacDonagh and MacBride
And Connolly and Pearse
Now and in time to be,
Wherever green is worn,
Are changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.

PS Above is The Pogues' "If I Should Fall From Grace With God." It's great for today. Cheers.

This week, despite a recent, unwelcome rash of gibberish spam, MollyGood continued to maintain a healthy bunch of conscious, interesting commentary. I appreciate it. And, as usual, I think it makes for stunning verse. Have an excellent weekend.
Best,
Cord

PS That's "This Charming Man" above. Just because it's been in my head for about eight years now. The Smiths should get back together. But I doubt that will ever happen. We'll always have YouTube.

Tell Me Lies, Tell Me Sweet Little Lies

Put your beefs away, I certainly wouldn't be complaining.
Like pushing dumpsters, as much as it hurts me to say that.
Neverland has to be worth a mint, after all.
I'm sure it'll be a best seller.
I have to say that my heart hurts a little bit when I see him with her, you wish you were a woman that looked as good as her.
This is breaking my heart - he was the life of my life. Damn…damn.

Unfortunately, racism slowly seeped into MollyGood this week. But I'm going to choose to ignore said bigots and focus on the beautiful work everyone has created:

The Soulmate Calculator

For those who feel inclined to speak of kurt's death in a derogatory way…
Might as well just send him straight to Rape School.
Damn you have a way with words young man!
Romantic Comedy - no depth, just a pretty face.
Oh, baby - aging potheads are sexy.

PS This video is the new single from Modest Mouse. It's amazing. Song's better than the video, but not by much.

Quite an exciting week here at MollyGood, as is the norm nowadays. I'm glad to see everyone is so participatory. I think that's great, and that it makes things more fun and interesting. It also makes for some great cut 'n paste poetry. Enjoy.
Best,
Cord

PS That video is for "I Still Remember," one of the first singles from Bloc Party's new album, A Weekend in the City. Check it out.

I know it's a free country and the point is the freedom of speech

He has a thing for older women. He says the problem isn't her hands.
She's so inappropriate. She's a role model for trashy girls world wide.
Hold on tight dear…I'm dyin' over here.
Sometimes the easiest road isn't the best. It'll be nice to find out if I've still got it.

Let their hair cover their faces…and find the cure for AIDS!
I suppose they thought it was GENIUS, but this is just beyond out of control.
It makes you look sad.
It ain't pretty.
Take back her life for her.

Surprisingly and fortunately, racism on MollyGood was at an all time low this week. While that's fantastic, it effectively neuters "MollyGood, Bad and Racist." But, I'm happy to see it go under such circumstances.

This week, inspired by Rosie's cut-and-paste poetry, I've decided to try my hand at the technique. Below is the first installment of "MollyGood, Bad and Poetic," a poem composed of solely reader comments. I've only added some punctuation and capitalization, the rest is your doing. Well done!

I like this one. It's got a slight tinge of tainted love just in time for Valentine's Day. Enjoy, all.
Best,
Cord

PS Call me a pussy, but "Hey Jealousy" is great.

OMG #36 LOL

Ew, gross…SHE SUCKS ANYWAY
I now love you, with 800 gallons of shit, anyway.
I bet he'll make an appearance. He's so goddamn trashy. No one has made mention of his tiny penis yet.
Does he live in the valley?
He hasn't matured; he's still blaming others and being irresponsible. You are naive.
The consequences should not be softened because of money and power.
Exile in….a gay neighborhood in Africa.
Some women will never learn. The kind of woman that gives men an excuse to say women aren't funny.
When is she going to realize that she isn't 17 anymore?
Welcome to the wonderful dating scene in LA…don't have daughters.
Good call, Angela.