Allah Akbar!
John
by Edgar Bowers
Before he wrote a poem, he learned the measure
That living in the future gives a farm--
Propinquity of mules and cows, the charmed
Insouciance of hens, the fellowship,
At dawn, of seed-time and of harvest-time.
But when high noon gave way to evening, and
The fences lay, bent shadows, on the crops
And pastures to the yellowing trees, he felt
The presences he felt when, over rocks,
Through pools and where it wears the bank, the stream
Ran bright and dark at once, itself its shadow;
And suffered, in all he knew, the antagonists
Related in the Bible, in himself
And every new condition from the beginning,
As in the autumn leaf and summer prime.
Therefore he chose to live the only game
Worthy of repetition, in the likeness
Of someone like himself, a race of which
He was the changing distances and ground,
The runners, and the goal that runs away
Forever into time; or like two players
At odds in white and black, their dignities
Triumphs refused or losses unredeemed.
For the one, that it be ever of the pure
Intention that he witnessed in the high
Stained windows of King's Chapel--ancestral stories,
The old above the new, like pages shining
From an essential book--he taught his mind
To imitate the meditation, sovereign
In verse and prose, of those who shared with him
Intelligence of beauty, good, and truth
As one, unchanging and unchangeable,
Disinterested excitement through a sentence
Their joy and passion. For the other, as
A venturer asleep, he went among
The voiceless and unvisionary many--
Like one who offers blood to know his fate
Or hold his twin again--deep in the midnight
Baths of New Orleans, on its plural beds
And on the secret banks beside its river,
The many who, anonymous as he was,
Uncannily resembled him, appearing
Immortal in a finitude of mirrors.
But when the sudden force of the disease
Tossed him, in a new garment, on the bed
Where he had wakened, mornings, as a child--
Despised by all the neighbors, helpless, blind
And vulnerable to every life, he listened
Intensely to the roosters, mules and cows
As well as to the voices of the desk,
The chair, the books and pictures, pastures and fields,
The tree of every season, the age of seas
And, on its surge, the age of galaxies,
The bells within the spires of Cambridge, bodies
And faces revealed or hidden in the flow,
All that we knew or could imagine joined
Together in the sound the stream flows through
As witness of itself in every change,
Each trusting in its continuities,
All turning in a final radiant shell.
Then, on his darkened eye, he saw himself
A compact disk awhirl, played by the light
He came from and was ready to reenter,
But not before he chose the way to go.
And so it was, before his death, he spoke
The poem that is his best, the final letter
To take to that old country as a passport.
30.9.06
The Keys to Nablus:
Sources in the West Bank and Gaza established that the number detained by the weekend of March 27 had exceeded 13,000. Bassam Shaka’a, deposed Mayor of Nablus, placed the total held solely in a hastily constructed barbed-wire encampment at Dhariyah at 10,000. (1988)
Few if any gringos remember the encampments in Southern Lebanon...hundreds of men camped throughout the freezing winter there....Palestinians forced out of Israel.
In the Balata camp outside Nablus, and in the Casbah – the old quarter – l,000 people were arrested in a period of 48 hours. The discovery of people in ditches in the fields – shot in the back or with their heads caved in – has been reported from villages throughout the West Bank and Gaza.
Fleets of helicopters fly over Nablus at night dropping a dense, green toxic gas over the city. The smell pervades every house. Armed units fire canisters of the substance into houses at random. Doctors at Ittihad Hospital reported several deaths and severe lung injuries from this as-yet unidentified asphyxiating chemical, totally distinct from tear gas. ?Saddam Hussein, where are you!
Armed with 30-inch wooden clubs and urged by their prime minister to “put the fear back into the Arabs”, Israeli soldiers have methodically beaten up Palestinians since early January, deliberately breaking bones and beating prisoners into unconsciousness. Casualties included not only young men ... but also women. Most of the injured shunned hospitals for fear of arrest.
Oh, the list is soooooooo long and the memory of some is not only short, but completely missing.
The hopes of Europe’s six million Jews are centered on emigration. I was asked: “Can you bring six million Jews to Palestine?” I replied, “No.” ... From the depths of the tragedy I want to save ... young people [for Palestine]. The old ones will pass. They will bear their fate or they will not. They are dust, economic and moral dust in a cruel world ... Only the branch of the young shall survive. They have to accept it. [87] Chaim Weizmann, First President of Israel and arbitrator of the Balfour Declaration. This is what I meant when I said, all the good ones are dead. You see, the Zionists leaders traded LAND for JEWS...to the Nazis. It is a point they deny and obscure TO THIS DAY. Shameful. See them as they have lit a "fire all around" themselves? I continue to invite Jews to Islam on a weekly basis, here and elsewhere....where Jihad increases views by 20-40 per day.
Untitled/Undated
Someone announces there are jackals in Tel Aviv,
just for saying Jerusalem.
The key to the cities: Beirut and Nablus,
were purchased long ago while you slept
in Long Island.
A journalist fumbles in his pants
for his keys and a lead,
watches Arab children razed,
toilet trained too young on empty cans
carried room to room with the burghul;
it fell in older times from mud kitchen walls,
silos of sand in sand,
dispensing traces of brothers
fallen into wells full with grain.
You in a photograph of a boy
pointing into the deep of the old village house,
the place where you sunk forever.
http://www.marxists.de/middleast/schoenman/
Sources in the West Bank and Gaza established that the number detained by the weekend of March 27 had exceeded 13,000. Bassam Shaka’a, deposed Mayor of Nablus, placed the total held solely in a hastily constructed barbed-wire encampment at Dhariyah at 10,000. (1988)
Few if any gringos remember the encampments in Southern Lebanon...hundreds of men camped throughout the freezing winter there....Palestinians forced out of Israel.
In the Balata camp outside Nablus, and in the Casbah – the old quarter – l,000 people were arrested in a period of 48 hours. The discovery of people in ditches in the fields – shot in the back or with their heads caved in – has been reported from villages throughout the West Bank and Gaza.
Fleets of helicopters fly over Nablus at night dropping a dense, green toxic gas over the city. The smell pervades every house. Armed units fire canisters of the substance into houses at random. Doctors at Ittihad Hospital reported several deaths and severe lung injuries from this as-yet unidentified asphyxiating chemical, totally distinct from tear gas. ?Saddam Hussein, where are you!
Armed with 30-inch wooden clubs and urged by their prime minister to “put the fear back into the Arabs”, Israeli soldiers have methodically beaten up Palestinians since early January, deliberately breaking bones and beating prisoners into unconsciousness. Casualties included not only young men ... but also women. Most of the injured shunned hospitals for fear of arrest.
Oh, the list is soooooooo long and the memory of some is not only short, but completely missing.
The hopes of Europe’s six million Jews are centered on emigration. I was asked: “Can you bring six million Jews to Palestine?” I replied, “No.” ... From the depths of the tragedy I want to save ... young people [for Palestine]. The old ones will pass. They will bear their fate or they will not. They are dust, economic and moral dust in a cruel world ... Only the branch of the young shall survive. They have to accept it. [87] Chaim Weizmann, First President of Israel and arbitrator of the Balfour Declaration. This is what I meant when I said, all the good ones are dead. You see, the Zionists leaders traded LAND for JEWS...to the Nazis. It is a point they deny and obscure TO THIS DAY. Shameful. See them as they have lit a "fire all around" themselves? I continue to invite Jews to Islam on a weekly basis, here and elsewhere....where Jihad increases views by 20-40 per day.
Israeli Invasion of LebanonOn Sunday, June 6, 1982, at 5:30 a.m., intensive aerial bombardment began with the onset of the invasion. The Israelis took Ain El Helweh as a grid, using a saturation-bombing pattern in a series of quadrants. First one quadrant was subjected to carpet-bombing and then the next-methodically and relentlessly, the bombing of each quadrant renewed as the last was levelled. The bombing continued in this manner for ten days and nights. Cluster bombs, concussion bombs, high flaring incendiary bombs and white phosphorus were used.
???Is it any wonder that Sayyed Nasrallah refuses to be disarmed or give in to the vile objectives of occupying Lebanon up to the Litani River? Is it that some disbelieve that this is still a long term Zionist goal? Think again, the Zionists are not only patient but due to the horrible silence of the world, they have inevitably been successful. Their days are now numbered regardless of their victories. This type of thing always fails as it should. It is evil.
Untitled/Undated
Someone announces there are jackals in Tel Aviv,
just for saying Jerusalem.
The key to the cities: Beirut and Nablus,
were purchased long ago while you slept
in Long Island.
A journalist fumbles in his pants
for his keys and a lead,
watches Arab children razed,
toilet trained too young on empty cans
carried room to room with the burghul;
it fell in older times from mud kitchen walls,
silos of sand in sand,
dispensing traces of brothers
fallen into wells full with grain.
You in a photograph of a boy
pointing into the deep of the old village house,
the place where you sunk forever.
http://www.marxists.de/middleast/schoenman/
The International Dog
(for Radical Ann)
There's a whole lot of work
going on in the grass
where the dog lies down with-
out a fear or care in the world.
He just keeps lapping up the sun,
living on borrowed time in charity.
No one can own that dog, no
one can interpret his special glances,
the bees scarcely know he is alive.
The sky withers throughout his days there.
Nothing makes a difference to the dog now.
He just finds a new way to sleep
and five thousand ways to roll around,
loll his tongue out and makes
his own promises, a stranger to the law.
They are all the same.
(for Radical Ann)
There's a whole lot of work
going on in the grass
where the dog lies down with-
out a fear or care in the world.
He just keeps lapping up the sun,
living on borrowed time in charity.
No one can own that dog, no
one can interpret his special glances,
the bees scarcely know he is alive.
The sky withers throughout his days there.
Nothing makes a difference to the dog now.
He just finds a new way to sleep
and five thousand ways to roll around,
loll his tongue out and makes
his own promises, a stranger to the law.
They are all the same.
29.9.06
.....a good friend sent this along to me. I thought it was pretty cool.
The Doctrinaires
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. - The Wasteland
Invocation: This Work I Dedicate to all True Theosophists, In every Country,
And of every Race, For they called it forth, and for them it was recorded.
- THE SECRET DOCTRINE:THE SYNTHESIS OFSCIENCE, RELIGION, AND PHILOSOPHY by H. P. BLAVATSKY, (18 odd something).
" . . . It is a sottish presumption to disdaine and condemne that for false, which unto us seemeth to beare no show of likelihood or truth: which is an ordinarie fault in those who persuade themselves to be of more sufficiencie than the vulgar sort." Montaigne, from Blavatsky
Who is it that suffers the great
djinn fevers, cast off wedges of heat
from the maker of all warmths and favors?
Few survive the tempestuous drownings
backlogged, obscure in the mad-minded
focus, the cruel and hearty bone-diggers.
Escaping tragedy on each leg,
carrying every burden to the top,
they wait as progeny do, traitors to the end.
The foolishness of numbers, languages
and spot-checks, dramas of ascetic generations
scanning for the manifestations, cropping up.
It is a map of purgatory, they desire a way out
without the justice of asking, pleading
for patience and thirsty as lions.
Two doors.
Standers and waiters. Banner wavers, four. Jeweled courtesans.
The advertisements of heaven and hell
seen between the crushed shoulders
of the walking revival, troups wandering between
mountains, through valleys and into the deep seas,
mother Mary had her inclinations, recollections.
What a show that is seen, what a problem!
How the red of dreams is graphed again in red.
Saint Vitus in a limp stampede, race on! to
a devil in every room playing with the mirrors.
Poisons and paradises, opulent rivers above
as wide as the shores of all the seas -
the tiny maps of Gorge, as plain as day -
to taste that water is to drink. To really drink
for the first time in the eons, sealed wine
of pearl augur, aged in casks of unknown depth.
To stud the cacti with the worm
provoke the dehydration of dementia, they try to lie.
Only one cartographer has the archaica,
knows the brocade language of the fish
which shines in their skin under
the broad white road upon the sea
where some could walk, some
others could see, and those that had to,
built boats on which to flee.
Then they are the pretenders, the mocked mockers.
Salt licked paths from underwater plateaus
constant in their undertow and taking.
The bargain of rain on the tumble of soil.
Split open dry canal of the ancients,
the forgotten tongue-tied sooth
whose feet felt the mighty flow below,
the source of constant consternation,
to advance the best orations, the stock of futures
after the crowing of stones revealed: a gadget.
One big story after another, the sun sets, rises.
A big gap, light flux, curved broadbands
in the age of pirates, blue ox and steel.
Scorpion. Tiger. The year of our Lord.
Squawk-boxes of the forefathers, Topaz keepers.
No one gets out of this alive, labels perish.
Anatomy seekers and keepers, burial
experts and detectives, the borrowing of heads.
To examination tables and paintings,
the record keeping chronologers, pagans
priests and profiteers, bullies and geniuses.
The cadre of promise-takers and peace-makers,
hoteliers and pimps, giant-sketchers...
facilitators of the worst sort.
Forget what it is they make you say.
The drivers offer no solace for the unwise.
To the map-maker we must return -
naked, alone, worse for wear.
The Doctrinaires
I will show you fear in a handful of dust. - The Wasteland
Invocation: This Work I Dedicate to all True Theosophists, In every Country,
And of every Race, For they called it forth, and for them it was recorded.
- THE SECRET DOCTRINE:THE SYNTHESIS OFSCIENCE, RELIGION, AND PHILOSOPHY by H. P. BLAVATSKY, (18 odd something).
" . . . It is a sottish presumption to disdaine and condemne that for false, which unto us seemeth to beare no show of likelihood or truth: which is an ordinarie fault in those who persuade themselves to be of more sufficiencie than the vulgar sort." Montaigne, from Blavatsky
Who is it that suffers the great
djinn fevers, cast off wedges of heat
from the maker of all warmths and favors?
Few survive the tempestuous drownings
backlogged, obscure in the mad-minded
focus, the cruel and hearty bone-diggers.
Escaping tragedy on each leg,
carrying every burden to the top,
they wait as progeny do, traitors to the end.
The foolishness of numbers, languages
and spot-checks, dramas of ascetic generations
scanning for the manifestations, cropping up.
It is a map of purgatory, they desire a way out
without the justice of asking, pleading
for patience and thirsty as lions.
Two doors.
Standers and waiters. Banner wavers, four. Jeweled courtesans.
The advertisements of heaven and hell
seen between the crushed shoulders
of the walking revival, troups wandering between
mountains, through valleys and into the deep seas,
mother Mary had her inclinations, recollections.
What a show that is seen, what a problem!
How the red of dreams is graphed again in red.
Saint Vitus in a limp stampede, race on! to
a devil in every room playing with the mirrors.
Poisons and paradises, opulent rivers above
as wide as the shores of all the seas -
the tiny maps of Gorge, as plain as day -
to taste that water is to drink. To really drink
for the first time in the eons, sealed wine
of pearl augur, aged in casks of unknown depth.
To stud the cacti with the worm
provoke the dehydration of dementia, they try to lie.
Only one cartographer has the archaica,
knows the brocade language of the fish
which shines in their skin under
the broad white road upon the sea
where some could walk, some
others could see, and those that had to,
built boats on which to flee.
Then they are the pretenders, the mocked mockers.
Salt licked paths from underwater plateaus
constant in their undertow and taking.
The bargain of rain on the tumble of soil.
Split open dry canal of the ancients,
the forgotten tongue-tied sooth
whose feet felt the mighty flow below,
the source of constant consternation,
to advance the best orations, the stock of futures
after the crowing of stones revealed: a gadget.
One big story after another, the sun sets, rises.
A big gap, light flux, curved broadbands
in the age of pirates, blue ox and steel.
Scorpion. Tiger. The year of our Lord.
Squawk-boxes of the forefathers, Topaz keepers.
No one gets out of this alive, labels perish.
Anatomy seekers and keepers, burial
experts and detectives, the borrowing of heads.
To examination tables and paintings,
the record keeping chronologers, pagans
priests and profiteers, bullies and geniuses.
The cadre of promise-takers and peace-makers,
hoteliers and pimps, giant-sketchers...
facilitators of the worst sort.
Forget what it is they make you say.
The drivers offer no solace for the unwise.
To the map-maker we must return -
naked, alone, worse for wear.
Not bad D. I thought it had a bit of that TS Eliot ring to it.
Heaven on Earth, A slice of heaven, Heaven Can Wait:
http://www.isrotel.co.il/English/Content/carmelforestspa_intro.html?agent_ca
...pamper yourselves! Uh, er...is the violin music playing in your ears yet?
...cha ching!
http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/mld/ledgerenquirer/news/nation/15633964.htm
Naughty Naughty Naughty!
http://www.isrotel.co.il/English/Content/carmelforestspa_intro.html?agent_ca
...pamper yourselves! Uh, er...is the violin music playing in your ears yet?
...cha ching!
http://www.ledger-enquirer.com/mld/ledgerenquirer/news/nation/15633964.htm
Naughty Naughty Naughty!
The Tiny Gap
The worry that goes into
showing up on time
or late, then never, isn't
what folks call pleasant.
The windows are open and tended
in the constant trail birds leave
behind, strings and theories
in the patience of clear
blue skies forever. It ought
not be disturbed anymore
than one has to, it
is enough for the time-being,
there are too many aches
and pinches already.
The hopeful cancellations
when change winks
at the clocks, vary
over the stories one is told.
This one says one thing and that
one says another until the sky
calls children home for the evening,
it's alright now - come on in.
The day is over and there are
many beds to fill, our eyes to close,
the morning is just hours away.
The worry that goes into
showing up on time
or late, then never, isn't
what folks call pleasant.
The windows are open and tended
in the constant trail birds leave
behind, strings and theories
in the patience of clear
blue skies forever. It ought
not be disturbed anymore
than one has to, it
is enough for the time-being,
there are too many aches
and pinches already.
The hopeful cancellations
when change winks
at the clocks, vary
over the stories one is told.
This one says one thing and that
one says another until the sky
calls children home for the evening,
it's alright now - come on in.
The day is over and there are
many beds to fill, our eyes to close,
the morning is just hours away.
28.9.06
A Short Short Story
In the history of sideshows,
the bearded lady stands out,
the midget, the less than satisfactory.
The twins with different prints,
Arbus to fingertip reconstructions.
Born that way they say,
just born all wrong and different.
We've been this way forever,
just an afterthought to your perfections.
In the history of sideshows,
the bearded lady stands out,
the midget, the less than satisfactory.
The twins with different prints,
Arbus to fingertip reconstructions.
Born that way they say,
just born all wrong and different.
We've been this way forever,
just an afterthought to your perfections.
Lorine Niedecker's "Folk Base" and Her Challenge to the American Avant-Garde
http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/niedecker/middle.html
Niedecker was certainly chary of the distortions produced by the contextualisation of poetry by school or group. Near the end of her career there are distinct signs in the letters that she wanted to distance herself from Objectivism, notably concerning the Objectivist issue of Contemporary Literature because it seemed to encourage a superficial set of relationships between poets:
"there is the talking about each other's poetry that bothers me a little....it's literary criticism but all the same a little also like gossip!" )Faranda 193).
http://epc.buffalo.edu/authors/niedecker/middle.html
Niedecker was certainly chary of the distortions produced by the contextualisation of poetry by school or group. Near the end of her career there are distinct signs in the letters that she wanted to distance herself from Objectivism, notably concerning the Objectivist issue of Contemporary Literature because it seemed to encourage a superficial set of relationships between poets:
"there is the talking about each other's poetry that bothers me a little....it's literary criticism but all the same a little also like gossip!" )Faranda 193).
Warning: This is a horrible video of the BEACH massacres that motivated my untimely commentary defining ZIONISM.
This kind.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVAvm8wwTpw
Ya mama, yamama, ya ma ma, ya ma ma.....
This isn't propaganda. This is reality in Palestine. Happy Ramadan Palestine. America loves you to the BONE.
This kind.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JVAvm8wwTpw
Ya mama, yamama, ya ma ma, ya ma ma.....
This isn't propaganda. This is reality in Palestine. Happy Ramadan Palestine. America loves you to the BONE.
October 5th, resistance marches across the US:
http://worldcantwait.net/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=2418&_event=14
Country Wide "General Strike" (at lunchtime of course and after work, hmm)
Locally:
Tucson, AZ
2006-10-05 [edit]12 pm to 1 pmUniversity of Arizona MallRally from noon to 1:00then from430 pm into the night at the Federal Building swoods@email.arizona.edu
This is great. I may even attend the 4:30 but you know what? If this was in an OPPRESSED country, the strike would last all day, perhaps several. THAT is the ticket.
The Muqawama has touched the infidels!
http://worldcantwait.net/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=2418&_event=14
Country Wide "General Strike" (at lunchtime of course and after work, hmm)
Locally:
Tucson, AZ
2006-10-05 [edit]12 pm to 1 pmUniversity of Arizona MallRally from noon to 1:00then from430 pm into the night at the Federal Building swoods@email.arizona.edu
This is great. I may even attend the 4:30 but you know what? If this was in an OPPRESSED country, the strike would last all day, perhaps several. THAT is the ticket.
The Muqawama has touched the infidels!
To call the Pot or the Kettle:
http://www.worldcantwait.net/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=2682&Itemid=223#demsonlebanon
....black.
http://www.worldcantwait.net/index.php?option=com_content&task=view&id=2682&Itemid=223#demsonlebanon
....black.
Milk is White, Love is Black
You remember the place...the cartoons on the wall, the orange metaphysical carpeting. The coffee and the counter.Of course, you weren't there and neither was I really...just sort of watching from on top of some pregnant woman's stomach. She kept knocking into the ketchup bottles on her way to and from the tables...bathroom, table, bathroom.
You wouldn't remember Albert either, the mathematician who would only drink the first cup from a pot (shiny Bunn machine) and only then, if you filled his cup to the brim, a pathetic meniscus. He followed me all the way over to the place on the other side of the main drag when Sambo's closed down, to Coco's. He'd offer me rides home after the bar rush. How he hated prostitution and all. It was acceptable of course until I noticed the plates from Corvalis. Wasn't the Green River up there somewhere? Beside the point I imagine.
To make a short story long it ought to be mentioned about the Black Family who used to frequent the Lyric once in a while. Not for Camelot but for things like Car Wash and Young Frankenstein. I never actually saw them there, too small to notice (I was) but I knew that they existed, the Love Family. There he is, Leon Love waiting by his Chevy Nova for Cinda. Cinda of the Michals family, the Ozarkians. They had the long house just across the ditch, an old mortuary. We'd go over there to visit Rinda, the gangliest of the girls: Rinda, Linda, Brenda, Minda, Glenda and of course, their brother Jim. Wanda Michals sure was fertile. I suppose all Ozarkians are and I suppose Cinda and Leon were a source of holy consternation. Not as much so as Mitzy the Pekinese bitch that ripped my sole from heel to toe when I ran down the ladder and across the low brow living room. We'd been peeking into the attic trying to see the fancy old coffin up there. Again, all beside the point.
There wasn't any coffin up there, just a big old box.
In about 1976 or 77 a strange thing happened in the village. Two hundred gospel singers in pleated skirts and bobby socks moved out onto a ranch in Miracle Valley. Of course the men wore Bible Thumper outfits: thin ties and small collars, dark slacks with perfect creases. The girl's legs against their pastel skirts reminded me of curtains at night and one of them, Carol, told me she couldn't be my friend anymore because I was white. This was near the choir room and we were the only sopranoes. Then it was all about Jimmy Judd and Chuck Eads and a bomb that went off in someone's lap on their way to Sorry Vista. That's about all I know save for the memory of how it all looked on National TV. No one could see me back there near the choir room with Carol and her looking nervous as hell.
Anyways, as I always say when I'm remembering something funny.
Sunday afternoons were always dead at Sambos up in Phoenix. Jenni was already on her bike heading home. She held a monopoly on breakfast and would pocket a hundred bucks to my twenty every single day, even though I was poor AND pregnant. Sundays though, she'd do a hundred and fifty. Just because she'd lapse into one of those mini comas of hers and start scribbling all over the order for bacon and eggs. All because she was sick. She could have taken Dilantin but she was afraid she'd give her nonexistant kids birth defects. Hmph.
So one day I came around the corner, my favorite corner where I'd just poured a very tall, very cold glass of restaurant milk. Can't say poured really when you talk about a milk lever...it's more like a mechanical milking machine and froths from the huge silicon bags just like the milk is coming out of a teet. I was pregnant then and drank alot of it. I came around that corner, scanned the empty booths lit by that hard four o'clock Phoenix sun through the mini-blinds and saw them pulling and pushing on the door, eight of them. Well dressed. Very black. Not just black but very black. So black that all I could see was the big orchids on their dresses.
They seated themselves, no need for uppity behavior at a Little Black Sambos and I suppose they thought they'd save the poor pregnant waitress a few steps. Even picked up their own menus.
So to make this story about the Michals, the Loves and Carol a bit shorter I'll cut to the chase. It isn't about the artwork here...it's about the curious nature of being Black. Of seeing Black for the first time.
The ordering started. At that time, 1981 or 82 did I say? You could order fried chicken at Little Black Sambos. Not only could you order it, but you could split it up any way you liked. Four pieces...wings, legs, backs (if one was so inclined), breasts, necks (stretching the truth here). So I got the first four orders and waited on four more before asking the question, the hundred dollar question. Four more orders of fried chicken. I wasn't thinking about Fried Chicken really, nor had I ever been told about Watermelon. I just wasn't told at all, we didn't mention that sort of thing at home unless we were asked and that was never, it just never came up. Kind of like kids aren't taught economics except in those classes in High School where they teach you how to write checks and pay bills. Dummy-math we used to call it.
"Do you want all white or black..er...brown...er dark...meat?"
The words just floated into the center of that booth like a bunch of flower petals.
Stunned Black Silence.
Bright White Teeth.
Curtains Against Night.
Boy, did they ever start laughing. Not one at a time but like a choir. Laughed and laughed and laughed.
A hundred dollar tip. After certain apologies. I suppose they understood. I didn't have to explain like Jenni did all the time about her Petit Mal.
They knew mine was a Grand.
You remember the place...the cartoons on the wall, the orange metaphysical carpeting. The coffee and the counter.Of course, you weren't there and neither was I really...just sort of watching from on top of some pregnant woman's stomach. She kept knocking into the ketchup bottles on her way to and from the tables...bathroom, table, bathroom.
You wouldn't remember Albert either, the mathematician who would only drink the first cup from a pot (shiny Bunn machine) and only then, if you filled his cup to the brim, a pathetic meniscus. He followed me all the way over to the place on the other side of the main drag when Sambo's closed down, to Coco's. He'd offer me rides home after the bar rush. How he hated prostitution and all. It was acceptable of course until I noticed the plates from Corvalis. Wasn't the Green River up there somewhere? Beside the point I imagine.
To make a short story long it ought to be mentioned about the Black Family who used to frequent the Lyric once in a while. Not for Camelot but for things like Car Wash and Young Frankenstein. I never actually saw them there, too small to notice (I was) but I knew that they existed, the Love Family. There he is, Leon Love waiting by his Chevy Nova for Cinda. Cinda of the Michals family, the Ozarkians. They had the long house just across the ditch, an old mortuary. We'd go over there to visit Rinda, the gangliest of the girls: Rinda, Linda, Brenda, Minda, Glenda and of course, their brother Jim. Wanda Michals sure was fertile. I suppose all Ozarkians are and I suppose Cinda and Leon were a source of holy consternation. Not as much so as Mitzy the Pekinese bitch that ripped my sole from heel to toe when I ran down the ladder and across the low brow living room. We'd been peeking into the attic trying to see the fancy old coffin up there. Again, all beside the point.
There wasn't any coffin up there, just a big old box.
In about 1976 or 77 a strange thing happened in the village. Two hundred gospel singers in pleated skirts and bobby socks moved out onto a ranch in Miracle Valley. Of course the men wore Bible Thumper outfits: thin ties and small collars, dark slacks with perfect creases. The girl's legs against their pastel skirts reminded me of curtains at night and one of them, Carol, told me she couldn't be my friend anymore because I was white. This was near the choir room and we were the only sopranoes. Then it was all about Jimmy Judd and Chuck Eads and a bomb that went off in someone's lap on their way to Sorry Vista. That's about all I know save for the memory of how it all looked on National TV. No one could see me back there near the choir room with Carol and her looking nervous as hell.
Anyways, as I always say when I'm remembering something funny.
Sunday afternoons were always dead at Sambos up in Phoenix. Jenni was already on her bike heading home. She held a monopoly on breakfast and would pocket a hundred bucks to my twenty every single day, even though I was poor AND pregnant. Sundays though, she'd do a hundred and fifty. Just because she'd lapse into one of those mini comas of hers and start scribbling all over the order for bacon and eggs. All because she was sick. She could have taken Dilantin but she was afraid she'd give her nonexistant kids birth defects. Hmph.
So one day I came around the corner, my favorite corner where I'd just poured a very tall, very cold glass of restaurant milk. Can't say poured really when you talk about a milk lever...it's more like a mechanical milking machine and froths from the huge silicon bags just like the milk is coming out of a teet. I was pregnant then and drank alot of it. I came around that corner, scanned the empty booths lit by that hard four o'clock Phoenix sun through the mini-blinds and saw them pulling and pushing on the door, eight of them. Well dressed. Very black. Not just black but very black. So black that all I could see was the big orchids on their dresses.
They seated themselves, no need for uppity behavior at a Little Black Sambos and I suppose they thought they'd save the poor pregnant waitress a few steps. Even picked up their own menus.
So to make this story about the Michals, the Loves and Carol a bit shorter I'll cut to the chase. It isn't about the artwork here...it's about the curious nature of being Black. Of seeing Black for the first time.
The ordering started. At that time, 1981 or 82 did I say? You could order fried chicken at Little Black Sambos. Not only could you order it, but you could split it up any way you liked. Four pieces...wings, legs, backs (if one was so inclined), breasts, necks (stretching the truth here). So I got the first four orders and waited on four more before asking the question, the hundred dollar question. Four more orders of fried chicken. I wasn't thinking about Fried Chicken really, nor had I ever been told about Watermelon. I just wasn't told at all, we didn't mention that sort of thing at home unless we were asked and that was never, it just never came up. Kind of like kids aren't taught economics except in those classes in High School where they teach you how to write checks and pay bills. Dummy-math we used to call it.
"Do you want all white or black..er...brown...er dark...meat?"
The words just floated into the center of that booth like a bunch of flower petals.
Stunned Black Silence.
Bright White Teeth.
Curtains Against Night.
Boy, did they ever start laughing. Not one at a time but like a choir. Laughed and laughed and laughed.
A hundred dollar tip. After certain apologies. I suppose they understood. I didn't have to explain like Jenni did all the time about her Petit Mal.
They knew mine was a Grand.
27.9.06
A Brief History of Time
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rehavam_Zeevi
Most poets cannot spell the name let alone know of the significance of that old assassination...so long ago now. I remember it well. Ah. It made sense, the collaborative sensation of keeping "Arafat" in protective custody (which is all Ramallah ever was, a propaganda trick which hid a darker side of Israeli-Arab politics and power mongering). The Bills, the Bobs and the Marys..or as is the case here: the Hobeikas, the Hariris and the Ze'evis....of the world.
A bit about this "lion" of Zion:
http://www.israelnationalnews.com/print.php3?what=news&id=98944
Everyone enjoys a good mafia story and the story of Zionism is one of the Greatest Stories Ever Told:
Naughty Naughty Naughty!
http://www.israelnationalnews.com/news.php3?id=99889
One must ask, did Abu Mazen (Abbas) like the idea of transfers also? Forget the rhetoric of an Iranian simpleton like Ahmadinijad! One would hope that Abbas wouldn't like someone like Olmert or, would refuse to let notorious felons out on the loose, particularly with Big Brother USA watching over the process so closely (pretending all the while to be ignorant of the principle players and their mafia roles REGARDLESS of what is "supposed to be" their religious affiliation: Monotheism via Judaic or Islamic precepts and contentions).
It was never a wonder to me why Elie Hobeika was assassinated either. It wasn't because of Sharon...like Nasrallah pointed out during the first days of this "Israeli bargaining chip offered to their contentious fanatics" i.e. the Lebanese Hate Crime called an "incursion"....everyone knew what Sharon was...some even respected his strategic prowess including Nasrallah even if Sharon is a notorious war criminal. How many self help books and gurus on the frontlines of American Businessmanism tell you exactly that: Respect your opponent. ????? Most, if not all.
What is most telling about this wave of deception, terror and protectionism? It is and must be answered again, with a question.
Was the Lebanese War Crime a way of Olmert making good on his pledge towards honoring his Zionist supporters and intentions in the aftermath of "allowing" known assassins to simply walk out of the "Ramallah" compound (the ruse of 'attacking' Arafat, who is known to have enriched himself with US/Zionist payoffs is really just a ruse to keep the assassins of Ze'evi in a low security facility under the watchful eye of who? The Devil.)...was that just another deal in the long and winding trail of dealmaking? The fact that Osama was "let loose" by Clinton and a variety of others who well understood the threat the man was to public security, especially the Shi'i of Afghanistan.
One has to ask that question and one has to have a long memory to pull Ze'evi out of a hat, like a trick. Or a Hobeika.
Happy Valentine's Day Lebanon and if you don't accept that invitation to Civil War, we'll just give you a bigger one.
The least thing however that a conscientious observer to all of this can gain is the knowledge that the Palestinians are not simply refusing Abbas' deal, but refusing another Arafat in the making. Sadly enough, no one is applauding them in their resistance to this type of meddling. No one understands the cause nor the solution it seems. They just don't care.
Oh what a tangled web that was woven!.....an even longer memory for the nine released ones....the list of "one eyes" and that sort of thing is here:
http://www.al-huda.com/NB%20SM19.htm
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rehavam_Zeevi
Most poets cannot spell the name let alone know of the significance of that old assassination...so long ago now. I remember it well. Ah. It made sense, the collaborative sensation of keeping "Arafat" in protective custody (which is all Ramallah ever was, a propaganda trick which hid a darker side of Israeli-Arab politics and power mongering). The Bills, the Bobs and the Marys..or as is the case here: the Hobeikas, the Hariris and the Ze'evis....of the world.
A bit about this "lion" of Zion:
http://www.israelnationalnews.com/print.php3?what=news&id=98944
Everyone enjoys a good mafia story and the story of Zionism is one of the Greatest Stories Ever Told:
Naughty Naughty Naughty!
http://www.israelnationalnews.com/news.php3?id=99889
One must ask, did Abu Mazen (Abbas) like the idea of transfers also? Forget the rhetoric of an Iranian simpleton like Ahmadinijad! One would hope that Abbas wouldn't like someone like Olmert or, would refuse to let notorious felons out on the loose, particularly with Big Brother USA watching over the process so closely (pretending all the while to be ignorant of the principle players and their mafia roles REGARDLESS of what is "supposed to be" their religious affiliation: Monotheism via Judaic or Islamic precepts and contentions).
It was never a wonder to me why Elie Hobeika was assassinated either. It wasn't because of Sharon...like Nasrallah pointed out during the first days of this "Israeli bargaining chip offered to their contentious fanatics" i.e. the Lebanese Hate Crime called an "incursion"....everyone knew what Sharon was...some even respected his strategic prowess including Nasrallah even if Sharon is a notorious war criminal. How many self help books and gurus on the frontlines of American Businessmanism tell you exactly that: Respect your opponent. ????? Most, if not all.
What is most telling about this wave of deception, terror and protectionism? It is and must be answered again, with a question.
Was the Lebanese War Crime a way of Olmert making good on his pledge towards honoring his Zionist supporters and intentions in the aftermath of "allowing" known assassins to simply walk out of the "Ramallah" compound (the ruse of 'attacking' Arafat, who is known to have enriched himself with US/Zionist payoffs is really just a ruse to keep the assassins of Ze'evi in a low security facility under the watchful eye of who? The Devil.)...was that just another deal in the long and winding trail of dealmaking? The fact that Osama was "let loose" by Clinton and a variety of others who well understood the threat the man was to public security, especially the Shi'i of Afghanistan.
One has to ask that question and one has to have a long memory to pull Ze'evi out of a hat, like a trick. Or a Hobeika.
Happy Valentine's Day Lebanon and if you don't accept that invitation to Civil War, we'll just give you a bigger one.
The least thing however that a conscientious observer to all of this can gain is the knowledge that the Palestinians are not simply refusing Abbas' deal, but refusing another Arafat in the making. Sadly enough, no one is applauding them in their resistance to this type of meddling. No one understands the cause nor the solution it seems. They just don't care.
Oh what a tangled web that was woven!.....an even longer memory for the nine released ones....the list of "one eyes" and that sort of thing is here:
http://www.al-huda.com/NB%20SM19.htm
26.9.06
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/766884.html
Rodney King er....well, not quite.
Since October 2000, another 20 Arab citizens have been shot and killed by security forces. The most recent of the victims, Mahmoud Ghanaiyem, a young man in his 20s from Baka al-Gharbiyeh, was shot point blank in the head in July after being suspected of stealing a vehicle. This was also the case in many other instances, in which Arab citizens suspected of criminal activity were sentenced to death by a bullet aimed at the upper part of their bodies and sometimes their heads.
Rodney King er....well, not quite.
Since October 2000, another 20 Arab citizens have been shot and killed by security forces. The most recent of the victims, Mahmoud Ghanaiyem, a young man in his 20s from Baka al-Gharbiyeh, was shot point blank in the head in July after being suspected of stealing a vehicle. This was also the case in many other instances, in which Arab citizens suspected of criminal activity were sentenced to death by a bullet aimed at the upper part of their bodies and sometimes their heads.
So, Lebanon gets the gift of a UN force.
Why hasn't anyone given that gift to the starving victims of Israeli atrocities in Gaza?
Israel. Never allows that sort of 'witnessing' to take place. Interesting eh?
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/766431.html
Why hasn't anyone given that gift to the starving victims of Israeli atrocities in Gaza?
Israel. Never allows that sort of 'witnessing' to take place. Interesting eh?
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/766431.html
Nasrallah on NPR:
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6126073
"I could see grown men crying just to see him." Leena Saidi, Beirut journalist
http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6126073
"I could see grown men crying just to see him." Leena Saidi, Beirut journalist
25.9.06
The Ode of Migrations
We are parts of a billion
they keep telling us, I do
not believe. Birds know this
caution, sadness still calls
itself a failure for finding
a home here. This is a small
town, the people have
their off days and re-runs,
the dogs bark contagiously
during the rest and cat naps
are shorter when sirens
disrupt the pleasantries.
The cicada frames noon time
in a halo of hissing to emphasize
the problems of silence,
for example and comparison.
Those are sheets on the fence,
they are full of sin and thicket.
How quickly they dry in summer,
how they neglect time.
Where is this death they talk about?
Will poppies or lilacs revive us all
as they revive themselves so
the wind can distribute our worries?
He isn't awake yet and when I sleep
he is eating and thinking about this
condition where no one goes
anymore. Spiders find a place
in the dark, housekeepers at heart,
one shows up each and every time.
The bird nest up there is ours
for today - even if it is stolen.
Look how well built, it is!
they, the other ones,
those two
checked on it andleft
in shame: adobe, right hand corner -
no eggs or anxiety could hold them
back, they just turned away and flew.
We are parts of a billion
they keep telling us, I do
not believe. Birds know this
caution, sadness still calls
itself a failure for finding
a home here. This is a small
town, the people have
their off days and re-runs,
the dogs bark contagiously
during the rest and cat naps
are shorter when sirens
disrupt the pleasantries.
The cicada frames noon time
in a halo of hissing to emphasize
the problems of silence,
for example and comparison.
Those are sheets on the fence,
they are full of sin and thicket.
How quickly they dry in summer,
how they neglect time.
Where is this death they talk about?
Will poppies or lilacs revive us all
as they revive themselves so
the wind can distribute our worries?
He isn't awake yet and when I sleep
he is eating and thinking about this
condition where no one goes
anymore. Spiders find a place
in the dark, housekeepers at heart,
one shows up each and every time.
The bird nest up there is ours
for today - even if it is stolen.
Look how well built, it is!
they, the other ones,
those two
checked on it andleft
in shame: adobe, right hand corner -
no eggs or anxiety could hold them
back, they just turned away and flew.
Byzantium
One night late in April a person realizes
they've been allowed into the throne room
to dissect all the crowns, find their hiding places.
It isn't known really when admission was granted
but there it is in the locked box,
the keys in several paintings done well
by the obvious European Masters who were
all already there, knew it was coming
and knew who would be there.
The toys on their heads are reminders
of all the rulers of all the universes
studded in emerald and (I've got it right here)
not the Kasiki which was found in the refuse
and sold for three spoons. The actual remedy
spells moonlight in light when no one is noticing.
But look at the toys on their heads, who knew?
Who knows now? Quite obviously, the creators
of the Lion and Sun Medals, one in particular
of stunning quality, the sun leaning on the lion's back.
By sheer luck a person runs into another person
outside the armory and well outside the outer
courtyard of two inner places. (The second
for ceremonial purposes and the finest in the back
contains the lillypad pool under the gazebo.)
That person happens to be no other than a specific guest
at the ancient table of numbers. He counts beads
as fast as one counts anything at all but remembers
which university in Byzantium is doing all the work.
He hasn't any news of the elimination of the signal work
at the top of a good portion of 'it'. He must have
seen the sun dial, the mini complex which was transported
on a horse wh;ose face held human qualities to the Baghdad campaigns.
The most fantastic mirrored parabola on record and to date.
Inconspicuously placed outdoors in the rain and the person is
from the labyrinths where the Minotaur was last seen in frescoe.
Two large candlesticks of solid gold were removed to Byzantium
prior to the onset of trench and mustard, to protect
the vast empire from the final conquest after Smyrna.
Saved. For a while. After final consultations,
one person bids the other adieu, they exchange calling cards
and know for some reason all is not well
and the trains only run on time if those that do, will it so.
The two of them completely undisturbed because of pious behaviors
although one of them almost followed to the brink that day
when met at the final stop by three burly youths.
All the uncertainty in the world led them to believe the person
was a spy. And the second? Believes the reformer was never born.
The first tells him the story of Rasputin. They part.
Closing important meetings never easy and time only follows more time.
Meetings in general:
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/766699.html
Greeks bearing gifts:
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/766430.html
One night late in April a person realizes
they've been allowed into the throne room
to dissect all the crowns, find their hiding places.
It isn't known really when admission was granted
but there it is in the locked box,
the keys in several paintings done well
by the obvious European Masters who were
all already there, knew it was coming
and knew who would be there.
The toys on their heads are reminders
of all the rulers of all the universes
studded in emerald and (I've got it right here)
not the Kasiki which was found in the refuse
and sold for three spoons. The actual remedy
spells moonlight in light when no one is noticing.
But look at the toys on their heads, who knew?
Who knows now? Quite obviously, the creators
of the Lion and Sun Medals, one in particular
of stunning quality, the sun leaning on the lion's back.
By sheer luck a person runs into another person
outside the armory and well outside the outer
courtyard of two inner places. (The second
for ceremonial purposes and the finest in the back
contains the lillypad pool under the gazebo.)
That person happens to be no other than a specific guest
at the ancient table of numbers. He counts beads
as fast as one counts anything at all but remembers
which university in Byzantium is doing all the work.
He hasn't any news of the elimination of the signal work
at the top of a good portion of 'it'. He must have
seen the sun dial, the mini complex which was transported
on a horse wh;ose face held human qualities to the Baghdad campaigns.
The most fantastic mirrored parabola on record and to date.
Inconspicuously placed outdoors in the rain and the person is
from the labyrinths where the Minotaur was last seen in frescoe.
Two large candlesticks of solid gold were removed to Byzantium
prior to the onset of trench and mustard, to protect
the vast empire from the final conquest after Smyrna.
Saved. For a while. After final consultations,
one person bids the other adieu, they exchange calling cards
and know for some reason all is not well
and the trains only run on time if those that do, will it so.
The two of them completely undisturbed because of pious behaviors
although one of them almost followed to the brink that day
when met at the final stop by three burly youths.
All the uncertainty in the world led them to believe the person
was a spy. And the second? Believes the reformer was never born.
The first tells him the story of Rasputin. They part.
Closing important meetings never easy and time only follows more time.
Meetings in general:
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/766699.html
Greeks bearing gifts:
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/766430.html
The Pope and his Mossad: Opus Dei in Lebanon.
http://www.lebanese-forces.org/vbullet/showthread.php?p=31465
Cinematographer's nightmare if you ask me. Guess they are the ones who banned the Da Vinci Code in Lebanon so us poor muslims couldn't read it. Damn. Life is strange.
Now, I've no problem with Clinton at the tomb of the Patriarchs nor do I have a problem with the Pope doing this sort of thing either. My problem is with the Zionist Regime's desire to install a Christian Minority as Dictator over a de facto and majority Muslim country. THAT is what ought to bother every thinking individual.
PICKTHAL: And the Jews say the Christians follow nothing (true), and the Christians say the Jews follow nothing (true); yet both are readers of the Scripture. Even thus speak those who know not. Allah will judge between them on the Day of Resurrection concerning that wherein they differ.
Calling All Devils
http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/08/23/robertson.chavez/
Alvarez said the Christian Coalition, which Robertson no longer leads, claims some 2 million members and helped jump-start President Bush's 2000 presidential campaign after his New Hampshire primary loss.
"Robertson has been one of this president's staunchest allies," he said.
Well, you see...this sort of mud slinging needs a bit of a memory so that discussion isn't limited to: Iran, he was seen with an Iranian!
Let's go back to Liberia eh?
http://atheism.about.com/library/FAQs/rr/blrr_rob_taylor.htm
None of this, however, sits well with Pat Robertson. In broadcasts of his 700 Club program, Robertson has criticized President Bush's call for Taylor to step down, has praised Taylor as a "fellow Baptist," and has accused the State Department of being the real cause of Liberia's problems. To quote Robertson's own words:
So we're undermining a Christian, Baptist president to bring in Muslim rebels to take over the country. And how dare the president of the United States say to the duly elected president of another country, 'You've got to step down.'
So why is Pat Robertson such a big fan of Liberia's President Charles Taylor? What you won't hear much about on Robertson's shows is the fact that he has a huge financial interest in Liberia. Under Taylor's regime in 1999, Robertson negotiated an $8 million investment in a gold mining venture. A new government may or may not honor Robertson's claims - if they don't, he'll be out an awful lot of cash.
and hohoho...this is the crap they believe and teach:
Under the United Nations they (the Lebanese army) were suppose to come down and occupy that southern sector that Israel withdrew from. After Israel withdrew Hizbullah came into the gap. I think they persecuted the Christians. They made it difficult for them to exist. I am very familiar with the people and the situation. We ran a television station there for 18 years.
http://www.patrobertson.com/PressReleases/JP8906.asp
Um, Pat....you missed a detail there. Hezbollah FORCED this evil occupier out of Lebaon. Israel didn't just 'voluntarily' leave and open up this crazy power vacuum. What a bonehead. And, just an FYI, Hezbollah prides itself on never turning a gun on anyone in Lebanon except the rival faction of Shi'i called the Amal militia which, at the time the fight broke out, were heinously murdering Palestinians...therefore, Hezbollah was "self policing' its own power junkies headed by Speaker of the House, Nabih Berri. All those wounds have long healed however and Nabih Berri is the official "go between" for Hezbollah as Israel and the US don't "negotiate" with terrorists. If anyone was persecuted, it was folks like me who kept having to walk by your damn bookshops in downtown and see your bright shining peaceful faces trying to colonize using a worn out and bigoted religious philosophy emanating from post colonial (we miss our slaves) Alabama.
So, if some guy tried to off me, I might say, Devil:
http://www.alternet.org/story/24747 This Ron, is not about GDP pal. Your assumptions are what you think happens to muslims in terms of "reading" into a situation some divine ordinance...you as well suffer the "transposition" of your Marxist idealisms and relate things to this that have little bearing on the CAUSE. Those are SYMPTOMS of international interventionism and you need to make note of it. But that would require you as well to discuss those 9 glocks in the Mexican congress during Clinton's "regime" and that would require a memory longer than the last BJ Reyes blog entry.
I've believed for a long time that getting rid of Chávez is a priority for Bush and Cheney. After all, they supported the coup attempt against him back in 2002.
Here are some of the underlying issues: Venezuela is a big supplier of oil to the United States, and Chávez has threatened to cut off supplies. He's also seeking back taxes from foreign oil companies, threatening to boot them out if they don't pay up. He is an outspoken critic of Bush and an admirer of Castro. And he has expressed sympathy with guerrillas in Colombia and with the nonviolent movement in Bolivia against globalization.
http://www.rethinkvenezuela.com/downloads/ciamemo.htm Bush literally INVITES terrorism into the USA:
“Let me share with you the administration's thoughts about what's taking place in Venezuela. It remains a somewhat fluid situation. But yesterday's events in Venezuela resulted in a change in the government and the assumption of a transitional authority until new elections can be held. The details still are unclear. We know that the action encouraged by the Chávez government provoked this crisis. The results of these events are now that President Chávez has resigned the presidency. According to the best information available, the Chávez government suppressed peaceful demonstrations … The results of these events are now that President Chávez has resigned the presidency. Before resigning, he dismissed the vice president and the cabinet, and a transitional civilian government has been installed. .. That is what took place…”
http://www.mail-archive.com/antinato@topica.com/msg05983.html
According to Venezuelan media reports, Perez Recao, who is known for hisweakness for fast cars, weapons and hunting, was in charge of a securityfirm that employed agents of the Israeli secret service Mossad.
http://www.worldpress.org/print_article.cfm?article_id=687&dont=yes
But this news was not particularly astonishing either: The Rambo impersonator who personally guarded Carmona was Marcelo Sarabia, linked to security entities and companies—one of them a Mossad franchise—and known to boast of spending nights in the U.S. Embassy bunker.
The U.S. intelligence newsletter STRATFOR.com accused the CIA of “having knowledge of the (coup) plans, and of possibly helping the ultraconservative civilians and military officials who unsuccessfully tried to gain power over the interim government,” and cited members of the [right-wing Catholic organization] Opus Dei and officials linked to retired Gen. Rubén Pérez Pérez (son-in-law of former President Rafael Caldera) as participants in the coup.
And as these little brats were gettin' out of Dodge, they left behind a few documents:
“1. Given that the United States signed and fully supports the Interamerican Democratic Charter, which condemns any violation of constitutional rule, it is necessary that the transition currently under way in Venezuela, which [the United States] understands and sympathizes with, conserve constitutional structures. To this end, it considers it to be indispensable that the National Assembly ratifies the resignation by President Chávez, and that if an appeal is made to the Supreme Court, that it also rules affirmatively....He indicated that not only were they [U.S. authorities] obliged to adhere to provisions in the Democratic Charter, but they are also subject to legal norms that make it necessary to report to Congress any rupture in constitutional legality in any country in the hemisphere and eventually suspend all cooperative activities.
Oh, we could go on for hours like this. The DEVIL is in the DETAILS but who has the time or energy to do anything but say the GDP is such and such. What a waste of time Silliman's politics are and the audacity of him to assume Chomsky is in his league of beleaguered Middle School Language poets and that load of institutional crap. Gimme a break already. This stuff is elementary research pardner. It's not even hidden.
http://www.cnn.com/2005/US/08/23/robertson.chavez/
Alvarez said the Christian Coalition, which Robertson no longer leads, claims some 2 million members and helped jump-start President Bush's 2000 presidential campaign after his New Hampshire primary loss.
"Robertson has been one of this president's staunchest allies," he said.
Well, you see...this sort of mud slinging needs a bit of a memory so that discussion isn't limited to: Iran, he was seen with an Iranian!
Let's go back to Liberia eh?
http://atheism.about.com/library/FAQs/rr/blrr_rob_taylor.htm
None of this, however, sits well with Pat Robertson. In broadcasts of his 700 Club program, Robertson has criticized President Bush's call for Taylor to step down, has praised Taylor as a "fellow Baptist," and has accused the State Department of being the real cause of Liberia's problems. To quote Robertson's own words:
So we're undermining a Christian, Baptist president to bring in Muslim rebels to take over the country. And how dare the president of the United States say to the duly elected president of another country, 'You've got to step down.'
So why is Pat Robertson such a big fan of Liberia's President Charles Taylor? What you won't hear much about on Robertson's shows is the fact that he has a huge financial interest in Liberia. Under Taylor's regime in 1999, Robertson negotiated an $8 million investment in a gold mining venture. A new government may or may not honor Robertson's claims - if they don't, he'll be out an awful lot of cash.
and hohoho...this is the crap they believe and teach:
Under the United Nations they (the Lebanese army) were suppose to come down and occupy that southern sector that Israel withdrew from. After Israel withdrew Hizbullah came into the gap. I think they persecuted the Christians. They made it difficult for them to exist. I am very familiar with the people and the situation. We ran a television station there for 18 years.
http://www.patrobertson.com/PressReleases/JP8906.asp
Um, Pat....you missed a detail there. Hezbollah FORCED this evil occupier out of Lebaon. Israel didn't just 'voluntarily' leave and open up this crazy power vacuum. What a bonehead. And, just an FYI, Hezbollah prides itself on never turning a gun on anyone in Lebanon except the rival faction of Shi'i called the Amal militia which, at the time the fight broke out, were heinously murdering Palestinians...therefore, Hezbollah was "self policing' its own power junkies headed by Speaker of the House, Nabih Berri. All those wounds have long healed however and Nabih Berri is the official "go between" for Hezbollah as Israel and the US don't "negotiate" with terrorists. If anyone was persecuted, it was folks like me who kept having to walk by your damn bookshops in downtown and see your bright shining peaceful faces trying to colonize using a worn out and bigoted religious philosophy emanating from post colonial (we miss our slaves) Alabama.
So, if some guy tried to off me, I might say, Devil:
http://www.alternet.org/story/24747 This Ron, is not about GDP pal. Your assumptions are what you think happens to muslims in terms of "reading" into a situation some divine ordinance...you as well suffer the "transposition" of your Marxist idealisms and relate things to this that have little bearing on the CAUSE. Those are SYMPTOMS of international interventionism and you need to make note of it. But that would require you as well to discuss those 9 glocks in the Mexican congress during Clinton's "regime" and that would require a memory longer than the last BJ Reyes blog entry.
I've believed for a long time that getting rid of Chávez is a priority for Bush and Cheney. After all, they supported the coup attempt against him back in 2002.
Here are some of the underlying issues: Venezuela is a big supplier of oil to the United States, and Chávez has threatened to cut off supplies. He's also seeking back taxes from foreign oil companies, threatening to boot them out if they don't pay up. He is an outspoken critic of Bush and an admirer of Castro. And he has expressed sympathy with guerrillas in Colombia and with the nonviolent movement in Bolivia against globalization.
http://www.rethinkvenezuela.com/downloads/ciamemo.htm Bush literally INVITES terrorism into the USA:
“Let me share with you the administration's thoughts about what's taking place in Venezuela. It remains a somewhat fluid situation. But yesterday's events in Venezuela resulted in a change in the government and the assumption of a transitional authority until new elections can be held. The details still are unclear. We know that the action encouraged by the Chávez government provoked this crisis. The results of these events are now that President Chávez has resigned the presidency. According to the best information available, the Chávez government suppressed peaceful demonstrations … The results of these events are now that President Chávez has resigned the presidency. Before resigning, he dismissed the vice president and the cabinet, and a transitional civilian government has been installed. .. That is what took place…”
http://www.mail-archive.com/antinato@topica.com/msg05983.html
According to Venezuelan media reports, Perez Recao, who is known for hisweakness for fast cars, weapons and hunting, was in charge of a securityfirm that employed agents of the Israeli secret service Mossad.
http://www.worldpress.org/print_article.cfm?article_id=687&dont=yes
But this news was not particularly astonishing either: The Rambo impersonator who personally guarded Carmona was Marcelo Sarabia, linked to security entities and companies—one of them a Mossad franchise—and known to boast of spending nights in the U.S. Embassy bunker.
The U.S. intelligence newsletter STRATFOR.com accused the CIA of “having knowledge of the (coup) plans, and of possibly helping the ultraconservative civilians and military officials who unsuccessfully tried to gain power over the interim government,” and cited members of the [right-wing Catholic organization] Opus Dei and officials linked to retired Gen. Rubén Pérez Pérez (son-in-law of former President Rafael Caldera) as participants in the coup.
I wonder what the Pope thinks of Opus Dei? Hmmm. Seems he doesn't speak of Catholics like he does of others. Isn't that against the ten commandments or something? Do unto others, Judge not lest ye not be, etc? Oh bother, the man is evil i.e. the Pope. One doesn't have to be a muslim to see that. It is in his eyes.
And as these little brats were gettin' out of Dodge, they left behind a few documents:
“1. Given that the United States signed and fully supports the Interamerican Democratic Charter, which condemns any violation of constitutional rule, it is necessary that the transition currently under way in Venezuela, which [the United States] understands and sympathizes with, conserve constitutional structures. To this end, it considers it to be indispensable that the National Assembly ratifies the resignation by President Chávez, and that if an appeal is made to the Supreme Court, that it also rules affirmatively....He indicated that not only were they [U.S. authorities] obliged to adhere to provisions in the Democratic Charter, but they are also subject to legal norms that make it necessary to report to Congress any rupture in constitutional legality in any country in the hemisphere and eventually suspend all cooperative activities.
Oh, we could go on for hours like this. The DEVIL is in the DETAILS but who has the time or energy to do anything but say the GDP is such and such. What a waste of time Silliman's politics are and the audacity of him to assume Chomsky is in his league of beleaguered Middle School Language poets and that load of institutional crap. Gimme a break already. This stuff is elementary research pardner. It's not even hidden.
24.9.06
23.9.06
The Israeli Collapse or, as they suggest, Invade Iran. Why not. What have you got to lose except the land you stole from the Arabs. THIS IS ZIONSIM.
During the latest showdown, a sister of the Hizbullah chief was trapped for several days by the Israeli bombardment of Markaba, near the Israeli border, he recalled.
"He is not one for favoritism. He could have got his sister out of there quickly, but for him all Lebanese are equal," he said of Nasrallah, who lost his own teenaged son Hadi back in 1997 in clashes with Israeli troops.
Another resident, Wafiq Deeb, said: "He lives humbly, like us, he eats with us ... He remains part of the people and has less means than any mayor in the region, not like the government ministers. He's ready to sacrifice to the last."
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75662
Long live the native son, Sayyed Nasrallah. If I'm lucky, I'll greet him in Paradise. Forget meeting Brad Pitt. The idiocy of people on this planet who look forward to such things, sheesh.
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75653
"Israel is stealing our water, violating our skies and overstepping the Blue Line without being prevented by the UN peacekeepers," he said.
"We want the UN and international forces [in the South] to assume their responsibility in terms of defying the Israelis," he said.
This article from the man whom Israel attempted to assassinate in the 80's and instead killed over 80 innocent individuals (Fadhallah's only crime is that he is a Shi'i cleric) and maimed many more.
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75661
The IGNORED occupied territory of Shebaa. Israel so innocent you see. Just nice people there in Israel trying to worship Allah in "inordinate" ways, like killing believers in Islam...i.e. the original religion of all people, all countries and all races:
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75661
He was born after 1967, when the Israeli Army occupied the Farms, an area of about 20 square kilometers, but feels the loss of the territory as acutely as his elders.
Shebaa residents often stand on mountain ridges to gaze across the valley at their land. They still hold the ownership titles, which they keep in a safe place.
But no, that isn't what this crusade is about now is it? Nor about 2 lousy IDF soldiers versus thousands of Arabs in captivity not only in Israeli torture chambers and US ones.
http://www.krysstal.com/democracy/display_acts.php?article=2006_palestine2
In late 2001 (after the USA attack on Afghanstan) a retired USA General, Wesley Clark, wrote in his book, Winning Modern Wars, that the USA was planning to attack Lebanon as part of a five year campaign targeting seven countries beginning with Iraq, then going on to Syria, Lebanon, Iran, Somalia and Sudan.
"Under the pretext of forcing the release of a single soldier 'kidnapped by terrorists' (or, if you prefer, 'captured by the resistance'), Israel has done the following: seized members of a democratically elected government; bombed its interior ministry, the prime minister's offices, and a school; threatened another sovereign state (Syria) with a menacing overflight; dropped leaflets from the air, warning of harm to the civilian population if it does not 'follow all orders of the IDF' (Israel Defense Forces); loosed nocturnal 'sound bombs' under orders from the Israeli prime minister to 'make sure no one sleeps at night in Gaza'; fired missiles into residential areas, killing children; and demolished a power station that was the sole generator of electricity and running water for hundreds of thousands of Gazans.
Besieged Palestinian families, trapped in a locked-up Gaza, are in many cases down to one meal a day, eaten in candlelight. Yet their desperate conditions go largely ignored by a world accustomed to extreme Israeli measures in the name of security: nearly 10,000 Palestinians locked in Israeli jails, many without charge; 4,000 Gaza and West Bank homes demolished since 2000 and hundreds of acres of olive groves plowed under; three times as many civilians killed as in Israel, many due to 'collateral damage' in operations involving the assassination of suspected militants.
Now, I suppose this would be "acceptable" in Africa if the aggressors were Hutus or Tutsis eh?
An Africa that is next on the list for US "protection" ala monstrosity after monstrosity against muslims almost exclusively.
"In 2003, much to the embarassment of the European Union, a poll found that many Europeans consider Israel the biggest threat to Middle East peace. The totally disproportionate response by Israel to the capture of its soldiers shows the truth of that poll. A country which destroys the civil infrastructure of life for more than a million Gazeans while proceeding to attampt to 'bomb back Lebanon by 20 years' shows itself to have all the features of a dangerous, erratic rogue state. Instead of constructing fantasies around an Iranian threat, the international community must face up to the fact that it has an aggressive, nuclear-armed state which is rampaging throughout the region without sanction."
Two hospitals are bombed in Beirut, a fact not reported in the Western media.
Um, and they tell you yer shampoo bottles are bombs:
On day 11 the USA ships "precision guided bombs" to Israel without debate or fanfare (The New York Times). The munitions that are part of a multimillion-dollar arms sale package approved the previous year that Israel is able to draw on as needed. The arms shipment to Israel was not announced publicly, and the officials who described the government’s decision would discuss it only after being promised anonymity. The USA flight (a Airbus A310) carrying the weapons used an airport in Scotland (UK) while in transit. The UK criticises Israel's tactics (but not the attack itself) but does not call for a cease fire. Israeli officials admitted dropping 23 tons of explosives on Beirut in one night.
I cannot wait to see this chick in HELL:
The USA Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, describes the plight of Lebanon as a part of the "birth pangs of a new Middle East" and said that Israel should ignore calls for a ceasefire.
.......giving BIRTH, heh, to her new lifestyle without the Prada handbags.
And while you were distracted by that lovely demonstration of what Israel thinks of the human rights of Arabs, this occurred:
The Gaza offensive kills over 172 Palestinians, more than half of them civilians. According to the israeli human rights group, B'Tselem, at least 6 of those killed were executed extra-judicially. Israeli forces wound nearly 800 Palestinian civilians (many seriously), including 218 children and 24 women in just over one month. Israel fires hundreds of artillery shells and many dozens of air-to-surface missiles into Gaza every day, mainly against civilian targets that are usually just ordinary buildings. Israel continues to conduct mock air raids, its aircraft (US made and supplied advanced F-16 fighter jets) routinely breaking the sound barrier (often late at night) at low altitudes deliberately inflicting loud sonic booms against the inhabitants. A seige has been in place since the previous election - this has caused a humnitarian crisis. Israel has also destroyed the main pipe providing water for the Nusairat and al-Boreij refugee camps. This conflict and its effects on Palestinians is under-reported as the West's media concentrate on Lebanon.
By the end of the horrendous hate crime, this toll in Gaza, ignored almost completely in the Western Media:
Israel continues operations inside Gaza, killing three people and firing on cameramen. The death toll reaches 202 Palestinians over a two month period, including 44 children.
In the first month after the cease fire, 83 Lebanese die from cluster bombs. The majority of the bombs were manufactured in the USA by a company called Lanson Industries.
During the latest showdown, a sister of the Hizbullah chief was trapped for several days by the Israeli bombardment of Markaba, near the Israeli border, he recalled.
"He is not one for favoritism. He could have got his sister out of there quickly, but for him all Lebanese are equal," he said of Nasrallah, who lost his own teenaged son Hadi back in 1997 in clashes with Israeli troops.
Another resident, Wafiq Deeb, said: "He lives humbly, like us, he eats with us ... He remains part of the people and has less means than any mayor in the region, not like the government ministers. He's ready to sacrifice to the last."
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75662
Long live the native son, Sayyed Nasrallah. If I'm lucky, I'll greet him in Paradise. Forget meeting Brad Pitt. The idiocy of people on this planet who look forward to such things, sheesh.
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75653
"Israel is stealing our water, violating our skies and overstepping the Blue Line without being prevented by the UN peacekeepers," he said.
"We want the UN and international forces [in the South] to assume their responsibility in terms of defying the Israelis," he said.
This article from the man whom Israel attempted to assassinate in the 80's and instead killed over 80 innocent individuals (Fadhallah's only crime is that he is a Shi'i cleric) and maimed many more.
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75661
The IGNORED occupied territory of Shebaa. Israel so innocent you see. Just nice people there in Israel trying to worship Allah in "inordinate" ways, like killing believers in Islam...i.e. the original religion of all people, all countries and all races:
http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=1&categ_id=2&article_id=75661
He was born after 1967, when the Israeli Army occupied the Farms, an area of about 20 square kilometers, but feels the loss of the territory as acutely as his elders.
Shebaa residents often stand on mountain ridges to gaze across the valley at their land. They still hold the ownership titles, which they keep in a safe place.
But no, that isn't what this crusade is about now is it? Nor about 2 lousy IDF soldiers versus thousands of Arabs in captivity not only in Israeli torture chambers and US ones.
http://www.krysstal.com/democracy/display_acts.php?article=2006_palestine2
In late 2001 (after the USA attack on Afghanstan) a retired USA General, Wesley Clark, wrote in his book, Winning Modern Wars, that the USA was planning to attack Lebanon as part of a five year campaign targeting seven countries beginning with Iraq, then going on to Syria, Lebanon, Iran, Somalia and Sudan.
"Under the pretext of forcing the release of a single soldier 'kidnapped by terrorists' (or, if you prefer, 'captured by the resistance'), Israel has done the following: seized members of a democratically elected government; bombed its interior ministry, the prime minister's offices, and a school; threatened another sovereign state (Syria) with a menacing overflight; dropped leaflets from the air, warning of harm to the civilian population if it does not 'follow all orders of the IDF' (Israel Defense Forces); loosed nocturnal 'sound bombs' under orders from the Israeli prime minister to 'make sure no one sleeps at night in Gaza'; fired missiles into residential areas, killing children; and demolished a power station that was the sole generator of electricity and running water for hundreds of thousands of Gazans.
Besieged Palestinian families, trapped in a locked-up Gaza, are in many cases down to one meal a day, eaten in candlelight. Yet their desperate conditions go largely ignored by a world accustomed to extreme Israeli measures in the name of security: nearly 10,000 Palestinians locked in Israeli jails, many without charge; 4,000 Gaza and West Bank homes demolished since 2000 and hundreds of acres of olive groves plowed under; three times as many civilians killed as in Israel, many due to 'collateral damage' in operations involving the assassination of suspected militants.
Now, I suppose this would be "acceptable" in Africa if the aggressors were Hutus or Tutsis eh?
An Africa that is next on the list for US "protection" ala monstrosity after monstrosity against muslims almost exclusively.
"In 2003, much to the embarassment of the European Union, a poll found that many Europeans consider Israel the biggest threat to Middle East peace. The totally disproportionate response by Israel to the capture of its soldiers shows the truth of that poll. A country which destroys the civil infrastructure of life for more than a million Gazeans while proceeding to attampt to 'bomb back Lebanon by 20 years' shows itself to have all the features of a dangerous, erratic rogue state. Instead of constructing fantasies around an Iranian threat, the international community must face up to the fact that it has an aggressive, nuclear-armed state which is rampaging throughout the region without sanction."
Two hospitals are bombed in Beirut, a fact not reported in the Western media.
Um, and they tell you yer shampoo bottles are bombs:
On day 11 the USA ships "precision guided bombs" to Israel without debate or fanfare (The New York Times). The munitions that are part of a multimillion-dollar arms sale package approved the previous year that Israel is able to draw on as needed. The arms shipment to Israel was not announced publicly, and the officials who described the government’s decision would discuss it only after being promised anonymity. The USA flight (a Airbus A310) carrying the weapons used an airport in Scotland (UK) while in transit. The UK criticises Israel's tactics (but not the attack itself) but does not call for a cease fire. Israeli officials admitted dropping 23 tons of explosives on Beirut in one night.
I cannot wait to see this chick in HELL:
The USA Secretary of State, Condoleezza Rice, describes the plight of Lebanon as a part of the "birth pangs of a new Middle East" and said that Israel should ignore calls for a ceasefire.
.......giving BIRTH, heh, to her new lifestyle without the Prada handbags.
And while you were distracted by that lovely demonstration of what Israel thinks of the human rights of Arabs, this occurred:
The Gaza offensive kills over 172 Palestinians, more than half of them civilians. According to the israeli human rights group, B'Tselem, at least 6 of those killed were executed extra-judicially. Israeli forces wound nearly 800 Palestinian civilians (many seriously), including 218 children and 24 women in just over one month. Israel fires hundreds of artillery shells and many dozens of air-to-surface missiles into Gaza every day, mainly against civilian targets that are usually just ordinary buildings. Israel continues to conduct mock air raids, its aircraft (US made and supplied advanced F-16 fighter jets) routinely breaking the sound barrier (often late at night) at low altitudes deliberately inflicting loud sonic booms against the inhabitants. A seige has been in place since the previous election - this has caused a humnitarian crisis. Israel has also destroyed the main pipe providing water for the Nusairat and al-Boreij refugee camps. This conflict and its effects on Palestinians is under-reported as the West's media concentrate on Lebanon.
By the end of the horrendous hate crime, this toll in Gaza, ignored almost completely in the Western Media:
Israel continues operations inside Gaza, killing three people and firing on cameramen. The death toll reaches 202 Palestinians over a two month period, including 44 children.
In the first month after the cease fire, 83 Lebanese die from cluster bombs. The majority of the bombs were manufactured in the USA by a company called Lanson Industries.
Scuba Diving Takes Practice, or, the Oyster's Midrash
Sura 76: Mankind (al-insaan)
Bis-mil-laahir-rah-maanir-rah'eem
There surely came over man
a period of time when he
was a thing not worth mentioning.
Surely We have created
man from a small life-germ
uniting (itself). We mean to
try him, so We have made
him hearing, seeing.
Surely We have shown him
the way: he may be thankful
or unthankful.
DNA Folds With Molecular Velcro 06/07/2004
Many have heard how the inventor of Velcro got the idea from plant seeds that stick to clothing, but now Carlos Bustamente and team of Howard Hughes Medical Institute have found a velcro-like principle operating at a scale millions of times smaller. Small proteins called condensins are involved in the elaborate folding that DNA undergoes as it is wrapped into chromosomes. The team developed an ingenious method of gently pulling on DNA strands compacted with condensin. Bustamente relates, “when we began to pull it apart carefully, we saw it extend in a sawtooth pattern of force, like the click-click-click of Velcro unzipping.” When they relaxed the force, it collapsed back, then repeated the same pattern when pulled apart again. “That perfect reproducibility strongly suggested to Bustamante and his colleagues that they were seeing a condensed structure with a well defined organization,” the press release explains. Surprisingly, this reversible reaction did not require the expenditure of ATP.
Yup, that's meiosis alrighty.
And this is the mineralization of the seas and oceans:
One of the most dramatic and confounding events in evolutionary [sic] and geologic history was the sudden onset of biomineralization in the Early Cambrian during the ’Cambrian explosion” (Knoll and Carroll, 1999 ; Conway-Morris, 2000 ) (Fig. 1). Explanations [sic] for this event include (1) a response to increased predation (Stanley, 1976 ), (2) detoxification (Simkiss, 1977 , 1989) due to increased seawater [Ca2+] (Kempe and Kazmierczak, 1994 ), and (3) increased atmospheric oxygen concentration (Cloud, 1976 ). Here we present new data—38 analyses of evaporated seawater in fluid inclusions from terminal Proterozoic (ca. 544 Ma, 24 analyses) and Early Cambrian (Toyonian, ca. 515 Ma, 14 analyses) marine halites—to help answer [sic] this unresolved issue in Earth’s history. These analyses indicate that the major ion composition of seawater changed between 544 Ma and 515 Ma [sic], highlighted by a large increase in [Ca2+]. This increase in the seawater [Ca2+] may [sic] have created a chemical environment favorable [sic] for the initial development [sic] of calcium carbonate and calcium phosphate hard parts, which have dominated marine biota ever since.
Sura 16: The Bee (an-nah-l)
14: And He it is Who has made
the sea subservient that you
may eat fresh flesh from it
and bring forth from it
ornaments which you wear
and you see the ships
cleaving through it, and that
you might seek of his
Bounty and that you may
give thanks.
Well all that Ca++ had to come from somewhere eh? It surely didn't come from old boneless pirates. I hate boneless pirates, they remind me of clown ghosts.
22:32Such (is his state): and whoever holds in honour the symbols of Allah, (in the sacrifice of animals), such (honour) should come truly from piety of heart.
22:63Seest thou not that Allah sends down rain from the sky, and forthwith the earth becomes clothed with green? for Allah is He Who understands the finest mysteries, and is well-acquainted (with them).
http://www.gpc.edu/~pgore/geology/geo102/cambrian.htm
Between 570 - 520 my, nearly all coelomate phyla with skeletons appeared rapidly.
Origin of skeletons (shells)
Function:
Support for muscles, etc.
Protection against environment & other organisms, predators
Aid in locomotion
Skeleton served as an adaptive breakthrough allowing preferential survival and niche exploitation.
Adaptive radiation occurred; rapid diversification of forms.
Possible reasons for the advent of skeletonization:
Increasing oxygen levels (Toewe, 1970)
Synthesis of collagen, a fibrous connective tissue in shells, cuticles, carapaces, etc. directly or indirectly requires collagen.
So, it is that we got pearls in a matter of 50 years. Not bad. And clambakes in Nantucket. More importantly, it is widely agreed that there is an unexplainable gap between skeletons and not skeletons. Clown ghost, where are you? You got a skeleton?
The Book of Allah is like an ocean. The less learned, like children, collect pebbles and shells from its shores. The scholars and thinkers, like pearl divers, bring out from it the highest philosophy, wisdom and rules of a perfect way of living. Adapted from (Shakir, M.A.: Islamic History)
Sura 76: Mankind (al-insaan)
Bis-mil-laahir-rah-maanir-rah'eem
There surely came over man
a period of time when he
was a thing not worth mentioning.
Surely We have created
man from a small life-germ
uniting (itself). We mean to
try him, so We have made
him hearing, seeing.
Surely We have shown him
the way: he may be thankful
or unthankful.
DNA Folds With Molecular Velcro 06/07/2004
Many have heard how the inventor of Velcro got the idea from plant seeds that stick to clothing, but now Carlos Bustamente and team of Howard Hughes Medical Institute have found a velcro-like principle operating at a scale millions of times smaller. Small proteins called condensins are involved in the elaborate folding that DNA undergoes as it is wrapped into chromosomes. The team developed an ingenious method of gently pulling on DNA strands compacted with condensin. Bustamente relates, “when we began to pull it apart carefully, we saw it extend in a sawtooth pattern of force, like the click-click-click of Velcro unzipping.” When they relaxed the force, it collapsed back, then repeated the same pattern when pulled apart again. “That perfect reproducibility strongly suggested to Bustamante and his colleagues that they were seeing a condensed structure with a well defined organization,” the press release explains. Surprisingly, this reversible reaction did not require the expenditure of ATP.
Yup, that's meiosis alrighty.
And this is the mineralization of the seas and oceans:
One of the most dramatic and confounding events in evolutionary [sic] and geologic history was the sudden onset of biomineralization in the Early Cambrian during the ’Cambrian explosion” (Knoll and Carroll, 1999 ; Conway-Morris, 2000 ) (Fig. 1). Explanations [sic] for this event include (1) a response to increased predation (Stanley, 1976 ), (2) detoxification (Simkiss, 1977 , 1989) due to increased seawater [Ca2+] (Kempe and Kazmierczak, 1994 ), and (3) increased atmospheric oxygen concentration (Cloud, 1976 ). Here we present new data—38 analyses of evaporated seawater in fluid inclusions from terminal Proterozoic (ca. 544 Ma, 24 analyses) and Early Cambrian (Toyonian, ca. 515 Ma, 14 analyses) marine halites—to help answer [sic] this unresolved issue in Earth’s history. These analyses indicate that the major ion composition of seawater changed between 544 Ma and 515 Ma [sic], highlighted by a large increase in [Ca2+]. This increase in the seawater [Ca2+] may [sic] have created a chemical environment favorable [sic] for the initial development [sic] of calcium carbonate and calcium phosphate hard parts, which have dominated marine biota ever since.
Sura 16: The Bee (an-nah-l)
14: And He it is Who has made
the sea subservient that you
may eat fresh flesh from it
and bring forth from it
ornaments which you wear
and you see the ships
cleaving through it, and that
you might seek of his
Bounty and that you may
give thanks.
Well all that Ca++ had to come from somewhere eh? It surely didn't come from old boneless pirates. I hate boneless pirates, they remind me of clown ghosts.
22:32Such (is his state): and whoever holds in honour the symbols of Allah, (in the sacrifice of animals), such (honour) should come truly from piety of heart.
22:63Seest thou not that Allah sends down rain from the sky, and forthwith the earth becomes clothed with green? for Allah is He Who understands the finest mysteries, and is well-acquainted (with them).
http://www.gpc.edu/~pgore/geology/geo102/cambrian.htm
Between 570 - 520 my, nearly all coelomate phyla with skeletons appeared rapidly.
Origin of skeletons (shells)
Function:
Support for muscles, etc.
Protection against environment & other organisms, predators
Aid in locomotion
Skeleton served as an adaptive breakthrough allowing preferential survival and niche exploitation.
Adaptive radiation occurred; rapid diversification of forms.
Possible reasons for the advent of skeletonization:
Increasing oxygen levels (Toewe, 1970)
Synthesis of collagen, a fibrous connective tissue in shells, cuticles, carapaces, etc. directly or indirectly requires collagen.
So, it is that we got pearls in a matter of 50 years. Not bad. And clambakes in Nantucket. More importantly, it is widely agreed that there is an unexplainable gap between skeletons and not skeletons. Clown ghost, where are you? You got a skeleton?
The Book of Allah is like an ocean. The less learned, like children, collect pebbles and shells from its shores. The scholars and thinkers, like pearl divers, bring out from it the highest philosophy, wisdom and rules of a perfect way of living. Adapted from (Shakir, M.A.: Islamic History)
Once again, Ron Silliman dons native dress and brings us another story about drinking with the rather infamous and innocuous, Eileen Tabios aka Front Man for the Liberation of the Phillipines, BJ "BJ" Reyes, of "My drink with BJ" famestory of theancients:
Comments section where I am filtered because of my insistence on discussing Zionism:
I've met Eileen Tabios a few times, including a memorable dinner with her and Philip Lamantia one night in North Beach about six years ago. Eileen is so prolific in her poem-writing and publishing that I haven't been able to keep up. I enjoy prose poems, so I have read (and read still) her Reproductions of an Empty Flagpole. Eileen also deserves kudos for bringing through the out-of-print keyhole the work of Jose Garcia Villa, who, had, a, deep, love, for, the, comma (see The Anchored Angel, which she edited and which was published in 1999, reprinted in 2000). I don't know if Villa meets whatever the definition is of "neglectorino" but I sure hadn't read him before the Tabios-edited book. I also tip my reader's cap (my reading glasses, more precisely) to Eileen for publishing in 2002 via her Meritage Press the little chapbook er, um by Garrett Caples, who I think is a terrific poet.
Why yes. I had a drink or two once with the ambassadors of Turkey, Spain and Germany. Charlie, the US attache in Riyadh was Jewish and pretty drunk while his wife did the hoochie coochie for us amazed spectators on the floor of the German Diplomat's digs in the "DQ" which, is not the Dairy Queen mind you, but the much sought after target of Al Qaeda in Riyadh, the Diplomatic Quarter. His wife, a stellar practitioner of what is known as the Belly Flamenco, went down backwards and suspended herself an inch or two above the ground. Charlie was out back under the nice trees in the secluded secludedness of all diplomatic ventures there....chatting up a young Brazilian.
My drink with Charlie is the name of that poem and it will be filed under:
Who gives a damn about this nutcase called a Tabios. I mean, anyone that writes a poem about their lapis lazuli moomoo, is not what I'd call:
Destined to be anything other than a moomoo writer of the calibur of old Mimi of the Purple Emporium where one could go to buy acrylic paints.
Deep love of the comma. Now that is where it's at. Personally, I prefer the tragicomedy of the question mark when it stands next to a capital letter and nothing else. They are like two clowns or rather, what we refer to as the "clown ghost" effect. Is the clown ghost a ghost of the clown or a ghost that is a clown?
Jack Handy probably has the answer to that age old question....among many other answers like that Flamingo story he tells. You see, there is nothing more beautiful than a sunset and a flamingo is flying into the sunset and carrying a beautiful painting in its beak.....and yer drunk. Good ole Jack Handy.
Comments section where I am filtered because of my insistence on discussing Zionism:
I've met Eileen Tabios a few times, including a memorable dinner with her and Philip Lamantia one night in North Beach about six years ago. Eileen is so prolific in her poem-writing and publishing that I haven't been able to keep up. I enjoy prose poems, so I have read (and read still) her Reproductions of an Empty Flagpole. Eileen also deserves kudos for bringing through the out-of-print keyhole the work of Jose Garcia Villa, who, had, a, deep, love, for, the, comma (see The Anchored Angel, which she edited and which was published in 1999, reprinted in 2000). I don't know if Villa meets whatever the definition is of "neglectorino" but I sure hadn't read him before the Tabios-edited book. I also tip my reader's cap (my reading glasses, more precisely) to Eileen for publishing in 2002 via her Meritage Press the little chapbook er, um by Garrett Caples, who I think is a terrific poet.
Why yes. I had a drink or two once with the ambassadors of Turkey, Spain and Germany. Charlie, the US attache in Riyadh was Jewish and pretty drunk while his wife did the hoochie coochie for us amazed spectators on the floor of the German Diplomat's digs in the "DQ" which, is not the Dairy Queen mind you, but the much sought after target of Al Qaeda in Riyadh, the Diplomatic Quarter. His wife, a stellar practitioner of what is known as the Belly Flamenco, went down backwards and suspended herself an inch or two above the ground. Charlie was out back under the nice trees in the secluded secludedness of all diplomatic ventures there....chatting up a young Brazilian.
My drink with Charlie is the name of that poem and it will be filed under:
Who gives a damn about this nutcase called a Tabios. I mean, anyone that writes a poem about their lapis lazuli moomoo, is not what I'd call:
Destined to be anything other than a moomoo writer of the calibur of old Mimi of the Purple Emporium where one could go to buy acrylic paints.
Deep love of the comma. Now that is where it's at. Personally, I prefer the tragicomedy of the question mark when it stands next to a capital letter and nothing else. They are like two clowns or rather, what we refer to as the "clown ghost" effect. Is the clown ghost a ghost of the clown or a ghost that is a clown?
Jack Handy probably has the answer to that age old question....among many other answers like that Flamingo story he tells. You see, there is nothing more beautiful than a sunset and a flamingo is flying into the sunset and carrying a beautiful painting in its beak.....and yer drunk. Good ole Jack Handy.
Homecoming, 2006
Doing 65 on Highway 80 heading
down into the depression
through the Apache grasslands
of San Pedro where the cottonwoods
are just right, in line
sucking up all the river has
to offer, spreading and flowing
south to north, it is 96.7 FM
and a country bumpkin sings
along with me since Karen
Carpenter is dead now,
I'm on top of the world
looking down on creation
and the only explanation
I can find, turns into
a dramatic cuatro cinco seis
en la manana en domingo
all the way up to the first hills
where the earth pushed up
on one side and sank down on the other
back into it's the love
that I've found ever since
you've been around, your love's
Ballet Folklorico again with an odd
mix of German Whitesnake coming in
at the junction, static, Tucson recognition.
It's the comfort that amazes
the drivers on the familiar
way here, if it weren't for civilization
it wouldn't be so peculiar.
By the time Johnny Cash comes out
of the nowhere, dominates
the entire damn effort
on the way up the Mule Pass, past
used-to-be Baxter's restaurant, the shrine
right there which marks
the best place to collect misteltoe
from the scrub oak and real oak,
more real than anything until
the tunnel where reception
changes into nostalgia, to Big Bands
compatible with the vintage era
of old Bisbee, old town, old things.
Special. Really special trends
which at this point in history is
investment bankers and softwear
tycoons reproducing America,
Norman Rockwell, all that goes
in that place, that simulacra.
Reproducing us without the flair,
C,S,N & Y top it off at the end,
carries on past the Campbell Shaft
past the Dairy Queen and Whitehead's,
past the Copper Queen hospital
somehow jubilant, somehow not
is where I am, where I can't be
and into the driveway where I stop
and look up to the dumps of hardened dross,
the real dross and there
are wildflowers still in September,
they'll be gone soon. I sit
there to finish the Vietnam
era as the key alarm dings and dongs
and I notice I couldn't hear it
because of 96.7 FM, I just linger
for awhile -
doing the cultural struggle
of the airwaves down here.
The slight breeze bangs on
a screen door, opens and closes
again and again and again, slowly
just like the wind, just like this ghost
monitoring dross and wildflower,
flamenco and twang, on top of creation.
It's a long way home.
Doing 65 on Highway 80 heading
down into the depression
through the Apache grasslands
of San Pedro where the cottonwoods
are just right, in line
sucking up all the river has
to offer, spreading and flowing
south to north, it is 96.7 FM
and a country bumpkin sings
along with me since Karen
Carpenter is dead now,
I'm on top of the world
looking down on creation
and the only explanation
I can find, turns into
a dramatic cuatro cinco seis
en la manana en domingo
all the way up to the first hills
where the earth pushed up
on one side and sank down on the other
back into it's the love
that I've found ever since
you've been around, your love's
Ballet Folklorico again with an odd
mix of German Whitesnake coming in
at the junction, static, Tucson recognition.
It's the comfort that amazes
the drivers on the familiar
way here, if it weren't for civilization
it wouldn't be so peculiar.
By the time Johnny Cash comes out
of the nowhere, dominates
the entire damn effort
on the way up the Mule Pass, past
used-to-be Baxter's restaurant, the shrine
right there which marks
the best place to collect misteltoe
from the scrub oak and real oak,
more real than anything until
the tunnel where reception
changes into nostalgia, to Big Bands
compatible with the vintage era
of old Bisbee, old town, old things.
Special. Really special trends
which at this point in history is
investment bankers and softwear
tycoons reproducing America,
Norman Rockwell, all that goes
in that place, that simulacra.
Reproducing us without the flair,
C,S,N & Y top it off at the end,
carries on past the Campbell Shaft
past the Dairy Queen and Whitehead's,
past the Copper Queen hospital
somehow jubilant, somehow not
is where I am, where I can't be
and into the driveway where I stop
and look up to the dumps of hardened dross,
the real dross and there
are wildflowers still in September,
they'll be gone soon. I sit
there to finish the Vietnam
era as the key alarm dings and dongs
and I notice I couldn't hear it
because of 96.7 FM, I just linger
for awhile -
doing the cultural struggle
of the airwaves down here.
The slight breeze bangs on
a screen door, opens and closes
again and again and again, slowly
just like the wind, just like this ghost
monitoring dross and wildflower,
flamenco and twang, on top of creation.
It's a long way home.
22.9.06
Cliff's Notes
The novel called War
is to many, an excerpt
of existence, a problem-
solution, an adventure.
To others it is the scene
that they are in with
sound effects. Time is bent
into a plan for this
or that but really, who knew
when they were in the Middle
Ages, that they were there?
All most of them saw
(dead now, parabalized)
was a pig sty and rotting
vegetables. There was a king,
a conqueror and their hunger,
and the seasons kept changing
while the ground below moved
everything around, in decay.
The novel called War
is to many, an excerpt
of existence, a problem-
solution, an adventure.
To others it is the scene
that they are in with
sound effects. Time is bent
into a plan for this
or that but really, who knew
when they were in the Middle
Ages, that they were there?
All most of them saw
(dead now, parabalized)
was a pig sty and rotting
vegetables. There was a king,
a conqueror and their hunger,
and the seasons kept changing
while the ground below moved
everything around, in decay.
Heh, you'd think if Ahmadinijad wanted to wipe the JEWS off the planet, he'd have started with his own 25,000. Do ya think? How is it that this fact goes unstated by anyone and everyone? Ah, I forgotsky, people just dumbsky or morally corruptsky. Hmm.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/5367892.stm
It is dawn in the Yusufabad synagogue in Tehran and Iranian Jews bring out the Torah and read the ancient text before making their way to work.
It is not a sight you would expect in a revolutionary Islamic state, but there are synagogues dotted all over Iran where Jews discreetly practise their religion.
"Because of our long history here we are tolerated," says Jewish community leader Unees Hammami, who organised the prayers.
He says the father of Iran's revolution, Imam Khomeini, recognised Jews as a religious minority that should be protected. As a result Jews have one representative in the Iranian parliament.
"Imam Khomeini made a distinction between Jews and Zionists and he supported us," says Mr Hammami.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/5367892.stm
It is dawn in the Yusufabad synagogue in Tehran and Iranian Jews bring out the Torah and read the ancient text before making their way to work.
It is not a sight you would expect in a revolutionary Islamic state, but there are synagogues dotted all over Iran where Jews discreetly practise their religion.
"Because of our long history here we are tolerated," says Jewish community leader Unees Hammami, who organised the prayers.
He says the father of Iran's revolution, Imam Khomeini, recognised Jews as a religious minority that should be protected. As a result Jews have one representative in the Iranian parliament.
"Imam Khomeini made a distinction between Jews and Zionists and he supported us," says Mr Hammami.
Wasp-ageddon:
http://www.montgomeryadvertiser.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060717/NEWS02/607170317/1009
So much for those ovipositor jokes eh?
On NPR:
http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5756746
...and since the year 2000, 40,000 people have defected from the US armed services.
http://www.resisters.ca/resisters_stories.html
"I feel that if a soldier is given an order that he knows to not only be illegal, but immoral as well, then it his responsibility to refuse that order," he wrote in response to e-mailed questions from the San Angelo Standard-Times. "It is also my belief that if a soldier is refusing an order he knows to be wrong, it is not right for him to face persecution for it." Brandon Hughey from Texas.
Clifford Cornell Cliff Cornell, from Arkansas, was stationed at Fort Stewart, Georgia. He joined the Army with the promise from a military recruiter that he would receive a $9,000 sign up bonus and job training. “Ninety per cent of what the recruiters tell you is a pack of lies,” said Cliff. Army recruitment techniques amount to entrapment, targeting young men from poor families, said Cornell. His unit was to be deployed to Iraq just after Christmas. On January 8th, Cliff arrived in Toronto seeking asylum.
Blame Canada! - South Park, the Movie...or as I do, blame Zionism for creating a new kind of refugeeism...the kind where people don't want to fight in order to bring civil wars to muslims.
http://www.montgomeryadvertiser.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20060717/NEWS02/607170317/1009
So much for those ovipositor jokes eh?
On NPR:
http://anonymouse.org/cgi-bin/anon-www.cgi/http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=5756746
...and since the year 2000, 40,000 people have defected from the US armed services.
http://www.resisters.ca/resisters_stories.html
"I feel that if a soldier is given an order that he knows to not only be illegal, but immoral as well, then it his responsibility to refuse that order," he wrote in response to e-mailed questions from the San Angelo Standard-Times. "It is also my belief that if a soldier is refusing an order he knows to be wrong, it is not right for him to face persecution for it." Brandon Hughey from Texas.
Clifford Cornell Cliff Cornell, from Arkansas, was stationed at Fort Stewart, Georgia. He joined the Army with the promise from a military recruiter that he would receive a $9,000 sign up bonus and job training. “Ninety per cent of what the recruiters tell you is a pack of lies,” said Cliff. Army recruitment techniques amount to entrapment, targeting young men from poor families, said Cornell. His unit was to be deployed to Iraq just after Christmas. On January 8th, Cliff arrived in Toronto seeking asylum.
Blame Canada! - South Park, the Movie...or as I do, blame Zionism for creating a new kind of refugeeism...the kind where people don't want to fight in order to bring civil wars to muslims.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0443453/trailers-screenplay-E28011-10-2
On the trail of BORAT introduced first by the mostly unknown comedian, Ali G.
Dees is my sister.....
The only movie I'm likely to pay to go see.
On the trail of BORAT introduced first by the mostly unknown comedian, Ali G.
Dees is my sister.....
The only movie I'm likely to pay to go see.
Not everyone can be a muslim you know.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/18/AR2006091801149.html
Kerry did not describe the revelation in the speech. But in a telephone interview afterward, he said it occurred in 1987 or 1988 after a friend, whom he declined to name, died of cancer.
"I have a very vivid image of the loss of that friend and of his words about why he had to die, how it was part of God's purpose. And out of that came a sense of acceptance," he said.
It was "a stark awakening about how you reconcile some of these difficulties I had about . . . the suffering, about the problem of evil," Kerry added. "I understood that to be part of the test of faith."
The Pope-mobile versus the poop-blog:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/21/AR2006092101232.html
To Die or Not to Die, now that is the question!
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/21/AR2006092100643.html
"In carrying out the death sentence, Indonesia ignored an appeal last month by Pope Benedict XVI to spare the men. A Vatican spokesman, the Rev. Federico Lombardi, told the Italian news agency ANSA that news of the execution "was very sad and painful."
"Fabianus Tibo, 60, Marinus Riwu, 48, and Dominggus da Silva, 42, were found guilty of leading a Christian militia that launched a series of attacks in May 2000 _ including a machete and gun assault on an Islamic school where dozens of men were seeking shelter."
News of the Madonna:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/21/AR2006092101213.html
"She's asking the audience to do what they can to help children dying in Africa, she said.
"Please do not pass judgment without seeing my show," she said."
Of course not Madonna. But didn't you convert to Orthodox Judaism? I think it best to ask the pope what he thinks. He is an I=N=T=E=L=L=E=C=T=U=A=L. Make sure to tell him that one of the things you do to protect your children is censoring television. We wouldn't want the children of the Madonna gettin' no false ideas now, would we?
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/18/AR2006091801149.html
Kerry did not describe the revelation in the speech. But in a telephone interview afterward, he said it occurred in 1987 or 1988 after a friend, whom he declined to name, died of cancer.
"I have a very vivid image of the loss of that friend and of his words about why he had to die, how it was part of God's purpose. And out of that came a sense of acceptance," he said.
It was "a stark awakening about how you reconcile some of these difficulties I had about . . . the suffering, about the problem of evil," Kerry added. "I understood that to be part of the test of faith."
The Pope-mobile versus the poop-blog:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/21/AR2006092101232.html
To Die or Not to Die, now that is the question!
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/21/AR2006092100643.html
"In carrying out the death sentence, Indonesia ignored an appeal last month by Pope Benedict XVI to spare the men. A Vatican spokesman, the Rev. Federico Lombardi, told the Italian news agency ANSA that news of the execution "was very sad and painful."
"Fabianus Tibo, 60, Marinus Riwu, 48, and Dominggus da Silva, 42, were found guilty of leading a Christian militia that launched a series of attacks in May 2000 _ including a machete and gun assault on an Islamic school where dozens of men were seeking shelter."
News of the Madonna:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2006/09/21/AR2006092101213.html
"She's asking the audience to do what they can to help children dying in Africa, she said.
"Please do not pass judgment without seeing my show," she said."
Of course not Madonna. But didn't you convert to Orthodox Judaism? I think it best to ask the pope what he thinks. He is an I=N=T=E=L=L=E=C=T=U=A=L. Make sure to tell him that one of the things you do to protect your children is censoring television. We wouldn't want the children of the Madonna gettin' no false ideas now, would we?
aleppo
Aleppo makes me think, "if only the car had never been invented."
But then we wouldn't have planes either and it would be impossible for me to be enjoying myself here and looking forward to an 18-hour journey home on the first of August.
From the blogworthy blog below:
(Hahaha, Aleppo makes me think of Borges and Al-Farabi, not Poe.) Nice blog and an entry regarding the wonderful Adonis who wrote A Grave For New York:
http://3asl.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_3asl_archive.html
"I am a son of betrayal and sin and wrongdoing, I am I
I don't know a woman I've lusted for whom I haven't betrayed
I've not sung out a poem for merely one
I've never come home from a long absence without the scent of another on my shirt
I've not entered the souk with a woman on my right arm
without coming out with a different oneon my left--
This, this is how I have become
since I saw her in another man's bed,
rubbing perfume of lilac on one of her thighs
and oil of lily on the other..."
Aleppo makes me think, "if only the car had never been invented."
But then we wouldn't have planes either and it would be impossible for me to be enjoying myself here and looking forward to an 18-hour journey home on the first of August.
From the blogworthy blog below:
(Hahaha, Aleppo makes me think of Borges and Al-Farabi, not Poe.) Nice blog and an entry regarding the wonderful Adonis who wrote A Grave For New York:
http://3asl.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_3asl_archive.html
"I am a son of betrayal and sin and wrongdoing, I am I
I don't know a woman I've lusted for whom I haven't betrayed
I've not sung out a poem for merely one
I've never come home from a long absence without the scent of another on my shirt
I've not entered the souk with a woman on my right arm
without coming out with a different oneon my left--
This, this is how I have become
since I saw her in another man's bed,
rubbing perfume of lilac on one of her thighs
and oil of lily on the other..."
21.9.06
The Tenuous Night of the Universe Recorded
The honest animals know the time
as night falls into the right places.
The bats swoop, visionaries
in the universe outside the damp caves
they cling to in the daylight hours
where they seek the solace of the blind.
Wet lizards and frogs mimick the perpetual
hymn of the stars in the charm
of the dog's pleasant serenades at dusk.
This is the sound of the worlds'
organized spins shining one upon the other.
Who knows how many days there make eons!
Long ago, the moon surpassed
the sun, overlapped
the calendars of stars and starlight
near the prowl of the night kin
who tell their story so very well.
The Jealousy of Heavenly Bodies
The moon is not sacred anymore
because we touched her, brought her down;
put her in glass boxes and distrusted
her wise old ways. It wasn't enough
to struggle in her skin
nor to clothe her precious nudity
with the banner of our king.
Sure, it was all in good fun
but everyone knew it
was be the sun we were after
and the light from the darkest of seas.
What About Mars?
No more problems says the package
the cure came in, no more
warning labels and the price tag
no longer legible. It began
with flashy children and fast cars
then people started talking
about the leftover stuff
after the move out,
wondered what would happen
to the crystal ball and Japanese flag.
Where to put Mars now?
Whose house next?
The honest animals know the time
as night falls into the right places.
The bats swoop, visionaries
in the universe outside the damp caves
they cling to in the daylight hours
where they seek the solace of the blind.
Wet lizards and frogs mimick the perpetual
hymn of the stars in the charm
of the dog's pleasant serenades at dusk.
This is the sound of the worlds'
organized spins shining one upon the other.
Who knows how many days there make eons!
Long ago, the moon surpassed
the sun, overlapped
the calendars of stars and starlight
near the prowl of the night kin
who tell their story so very well.
The Jealousy of Heavenly Bodies
The moon is not sacred anymore
because we touched her, brought her down;
put her in glass boxes and distrusted
her wise old ways. It wasn't enough
to struggle in her skin
nor to clothe her precious nudity
with the banner of our king.
Sure, it was all in good fun
but everyone knew it
was be the sun we were after
and the light from the darkest of seas.
What About Mars?
No more problems says the package
the cure came in, no more
warning labels and the price tag
no longer legible. It began
with flashy children and fast cars
then people started talking
about the leftover stuff
after the move out,
wondered what would happen
to the crystal ball and Japanese flag.
Where to put Mars now?
Whose house next?
20.9.06
Approaching the Quran as a real poetic text: The Parable of the Gnat
http://www.al-shia.com/html/eng/books/quran/tafseer-of-holy-quran/light/html/002/02_26.htm
Look that over first and you have here something that is argued about in all religions and that is "meaning". What is meant by this? The Quran actually says it out loud i.e. What is meant by this?
26. " Allah does not disdain to set forth the parable even of a gnat, or anything greater than that. as for those who have faith, they know that it is the truth from their lord. and for those who reject faith, they ask : ` what does allah mean by this parable? ' thereby he leads many astray and guides many, and he leads none astray save the transgressors".
Therefore, the Quran logically allows a person to indulge in their own personal exegesis (tafsir). Dangerous if you are not a nice person and lovely if you are a great guy or doll with half a brain, a whole one and a brain stem to keep you alert to the minutiae. What is really important is the idea that many scholars of Islam admit to the negation of anything in there which , as a matter of fact, agrees with what Wittgenstein illuminated: all logical questions or statements must also serve truth in their reverse form. Easy enough.
So, what is scientifically important about the gnat? What is obvious about the gnat? It is of course, one of the tiniest VISIBLE pests in the wild. There are those much smaller like mites or chiggers and even smaller than that! Even mites get mites. And then there is the world of the bacilli. And of course, there is the pimpled and dimpled sky full of eternal stars constantly forming and disintegrating. We cannot even really photograph the most distant galaxies but we can 'deduce' their picture by codifying their light waves. When you view those photographs, it is imperative that you understand it is an interpretation of light waves, not an actual photo....not to my knowledge anyway but they are amazingly beautiful to look at.
Therefore, what is meant by a parable that deliberately points to SIZE of the gnat and those things that are greater than it in size? Did Allah mean to say the gnat was the smallest things visible to the naked eye? Well it most certainly is...I'll tell you what. Here in our'ville, the gnats this year have been absolutely horrendous, numerous and violent. My legs are permanently scarred from them. Did I ever see one? Well, once or twice and for sure, I could see whole swarms of them in the sunlight but never close to me or my person. By the time they get that close they are practically invisible. So what do ya think?
Did Allah mean to communicate that there are still tinier things that the gnat?
I think so and perhaps that is the parable of the gnat. Pre-microscope and circa, spontaneous generation and homonculus. Now that is a work of literacy and reason.
It behooves the poet of modern times to take a look...even if they cannot suspend their belief for a lifetime and become what is generally known as a muslim. Try it for a few minutes a day and go from there. The last paragraph of the article substantiates this notion of the negation as a property of the Quran as a fine work of literature and poetry:
"....some commentators have cited their ideas about the verse under discussion as follows :the arabic term /yudillu/ means : `misleading'. wherever this word is used in the qur'an, relating to allah, it means the withdrawal of his grace and allowing the individual to have the way of his own choice as a punishment, consequent to the individual's rejecting the divine guidance voluntarily offered to him. The holy qur'an presents the justification to the frequent metaphorical expressions in the form of parables, to stimulate the human mind and heart. the result is obvious: that a healthy mind grasps the truth whereas the perverted mind increases its doubts as to what allah meant by the parable. thus the one and the same expression has two opposite effects. the right impression is `guidance' /hidayat/ which is assigned to ` the pious ' /muttaqin/, and the wrong impression is /dalalat/ ` going astray ' which is allotted to the wrong-doers, and pointed out in the next verse. the two important characteristics of the wrong-doers are: the breach of the covenant of allah, after it has been confirmed and /qata`a ma amarallah/ i.e., the severing of the relation or the connection with what allah has commanded man to establish, and doing things subversive and harmful to the harmonious life on earth."
http://www.al-shia.com/html/eng/books/quran/tafseer-of-holy-quran/light/html/002/02_26.htm
Look that over first and you have here something that is argued about in all religions and that is "meaning". What is meant by this? The Quran actually says it out loud i.e. What is meant by this?
26. " Allah does not disdain to set forth the parable even of a gnat, or anything greater than that. as for those who have faith, they know that it is the truth from their lord. and for those who reject faith, they ask : ` what does allah mean by this parable? ' thereby he leads many astray and guides many, and he leads none astray save the transgressors".
Therefore, the Quran logically allows a person to indulge in their own personal exegesis (tafsir). Dangerous if you are not a nice person and lovely if you are a great guy or doll with half a brain, a whole one and a brain stem to keep you alert to the minutiae. What is really important is the idea that many scholars of Islam admit to the negation of anything in there which , as a matter of fact, agrees with what Wittgenstein illuminated: all logical questions or statements must also serve truth in their reverse form. Easy enough.
So, what is scientifically important about the gnat? What is obvious about the gnat? It is of course, one of the tiniest VISIBLE pests in the wild. There are those much smaller like mites or chiggers and even smaller than that! Even mites get mites. And then there is the world of the bacilli. And of course, there is the pimpled and dimpled sky full of eternal stars constantly forming and disintegrating. We cannot even really photograph the most distant galaxies but we can 'deduce' their picture by codifying their light waves. When you view those photographs, it is imperative that you understand it is an interpretation of light waves, not an actual photo....not to my knowledge anyway but they are amazingly beautiful to look at.
Therefore, what is meant by a parable that deliberately points to SIZE of the gnat and those things that are greater than it in size? Did Allah mean to say the gnat was the smallest things visible to the naked eye? Well it most certainly is...I'll tell you what. Here in our'ville, the gnats this year have been absolutely horrendous, numerous and violent. My legs are permanently scarred from them. Did I ever see one? Well, once or twice and for sure, I could see whole swarms of them in the sunlight but never close to me or my person. By the time they get that close they are practically invisible. So what do ya think?
Did Allah mean to communicate that there are still tinier things that the gnat?
I think so and perhaps that is the parable of the gnat. Pre-microscope and circa, spontaneous generation and homonculus. Now that is a work of literacy and reason.
It behooves the poet of modern times to take a look...even if they cannot suspend their belief for a lifetime and become what is generally known as a muslim. Try it for a few minutes a day and go from there. The last paragraph of the article substantiates this notion of the negation as a property of the Quran as a fine work of literature and poetry:
"....some commentators have cited their ideas about the verse under discussion as follows :the arabic term /yudillu/ means : `misleading'. wherever this word is used in the qur'an, relating to allah, it means the withdrawal of his grace and allowing the individual to have the way of his own choice as a punishment, consequent to the individual's rejecting the divine guidance voluntarily offered to him. The holy qur'an presents the justification to the frequent metaphorical expressions in the form of parables, to stimulate the human mind and heart. the result is obvious: that a healthy mind grasps the truth whereas the perverted mind increases its doubts as to what allah meant by the parable. thus the one and the same expression has two opposite effects. the right impression is `guidance' /hidayat/ which is assigned to ` the pious ' /muttaqin/, and the wrong impression is /dalalat/ ` going astray ' which is allotted to the wrong-doers, and pointed out in the next verse. the two important characteristics of the wrong-doers are: the breach of the covenant of allah, after it has been confirmed and /qata`a ma amarallah/ i.e., the severing of the relation or the connection with what allah has commanded man to establish, and doing things subversive and harmful to the harmonious life on earth."
The Ark
It was certainly
a very dark day to leave
it all behind: the illusions
of trees, country and a son,
as the youth was swallowed
by the hungry waves
full of devils and soul assassins.
No Calypso or friend,
not even a father to save the day
from the notorious tragedies
of the sea, the lesser
known depths where the eyes
of fish gradually disappear.
Now, this is what Islam gets you. An appreciation of the light spectrum as the sea descends into the places of glow in the dark fish!
It is commented on in the Quran, as is Noah or Nuh(pbuh), as we call him. But this isn't about that at all, not entirely anyways! It is about a few other things. It is about the loss of people who you once loved or once loved you. Then God says NOPE. Not this one and it could be your very own son that betrays the Word of Allah. How unimportant in the scheme of things...unless like me, you are a worried parent.
Or, a poet who lost every single important poet relationship they had because, they chose Allah first, poetry second and publication: in paradise and not, on earth as is the norm in poetry.
But yes, the Quran tells it like it is and is very scientific in nature even when it comes to things like parables about flies and birds. What is the parable of the fly? Who can interpret the parable of the gnat?
The fly for one, is a parable about the powerlessness of human beings when a fly comes and absconds with what they are eating, say, a PB&J sandwich or maybe a nice steak or hunk of watermelon. Or perhaps, it is their own life that is suddenly taken away without prior approval, notice or sanction.
No reprieve from death it seems and so, the Quran says:
Cover you bases and your foodstuffs. If a fly falls in your soup, no need to throw it away either! That is, per hadith, one should first dip the fly into the substance and then throw it away, continue eating as if nothing even happened.
Well, that is because flies secrete a substance on their abdomens that destroys the bacteria that they carry all over their bodies. So, you just vaccinate your pea soup.
And then, yell at the waiter so the manager can give you a freebie.
Works for me anyway.
The poem though was written prior to my departure for real aboard the USS Trent with the famous kickboxing champ of the world, Nelson LeBron. I wish I'd asked for an autograph, certain that he'd not be interested in mine. How it is.
And no, my husband wasn't with me. We were on our own in a world of pain because we were being evacuated by a known war criminal and enemy. You cannot imagine the distress of that nor can you realize, I felt as if I was a seed being planted in a place far away and against my will or better judgement.
And now, we wait for the seed to grow. Just like my mom used to say when she taught me how to plant string beans. I had no idea she was teaching me Theology. None whatsoever.
She kept a small plot for me to plant on and taught me how to dig the little trench, which way to put the bean-seed in and the importance of watering it to make it germinate (note that tilling reference in the Quran and the Soilologists confirmation of that important matter). Then, with a very serious face she'd tell me about the prayer she would offer for the seed. She'd look up to the Creator which she knew to exist and say: Now I've done my job Lord. It is time for you to do yours.
Amen.
It was certainly
a very dark day to leave
it all behind: the illusions
of trees, country and a son,
as the youth was swallowed
by the hungry waves
full of devils and soul assassins.
No Calypso or friend,
not even a father to save the day
from the notorious tragedies
of the sea, the lesser
known depths where the eyes
of fish gradually disappear.
Now, this is what Islam gets you. An appreciation of the light spectrum as the sea descends into the places of glow in the dark fish!
It is commented on in the Quran, as is Noah or Nuh(pbuh), as we call him. But this isn't about that at all, not entirely anyways! It is about a few other things. It is about the loss of people who you once loved or once loved you. Then God says NOPE. Not this one and it could be your very own son that betrays the Word of Allah. How unimportant in the scheme of things...unless like me, you are a worried parent.
Or, a poet who lost every single important poet relationship they had because, they chose Allah first, poetry second and publication: in paradise and not, on earth as is the norm in poetry.
But yes, the Quran tells it like it is and is very scientific in nature even when it comes to things like parables about flies and birds. What is the parable of the fly? Who can interpret the parable of the gnat?
The fly for one, is a parable about the powerlessness of human beings when a fly comes and absconds with what they are eating, say, a PB&J sandwich or maybe a nice steak or hunk of watermelon. Or perhaps, it is their own life that is suddenly taken away without prior approval, notice or sanction.
No reprieve from death it seems and so, the Quran says:
Cover you bases and your foodstuffs. If a fly falls in your soup, no need to throw it away either! That is, per hadith, one should first dip the fly into the substance and then throw it away, continue eating as if nothing even happened.
Well, that is because flies secrete a substance on their abdomens that destroys the bacteria that they carry all over their bodies. So, you just vaccinate your pea soup.
And then, yell at the waiter so the manager can give you a freebie.
Works for me anyway.
The poem though was written prior to my departure for real aboard the USS Trent with the famous kickboxing champ of the world, Nelson LeBron. I wish I'd asked for an autograph, certain that he'd not be interested in mine. How it is.
And no, my husband wasn't with me. We were on our own in a world of pain because we were being evacuated by a known war criminal and enemy. You cannot imagine the distress of that nor can you realize, I felt as if I was a seed being planted in a place far away and against my will or better judgement.
And now, we wait for the seed to grow. Just like my mom used to say when she taught me how to plant string beans. I had no idea she was teaching me Theology. None whatsoever.
She kept a small plot for me to plant on and taught me how to dig the little trench, which way to put the bean-seed in and the importance of watering it to make it germinate (note that tilling reference in the Quran and the Soilologists confirmation of that important matter). Then, with a very serious face she'd tell me about the prayer she would offer for the seed. She'd look up to the Creator which she knew to exist and say: Now I've done my job Lord. It is time for you to do yours.
Amen.
Kickboxing and the Swiss Knife
Once upon a time, I spent the whole night awake with a bunch of sailors aboard the USS Trent, a naval vessel which specializes in transporting Marines. Man, what a night it was. I was really tired but decided it was much more valuable to stay awake all night (we were on a mission to flee Israeli atrocities in Lebanon) and joke around with the sailors, Quinty, Art and "LeBron" and many, many other lonely men at sea. Lebron sat down to eat just as I was comparing my Leatherman tool to those of the sailors, they all had one. LeBron looked really familiar to me and I said so. He said and I mean he said it in the most profound Bronx accent (those O's!) you can imagine, "I'm LeBron, featherweight kickboxing champion of the world. Google me, there's only two LeBrons." Well, it took me some time to google old LeBron, a handsome albeit very short Puerto Rican sailor that provided me perhaps the best line I've ever heard. LeBron said (and I believe it to be true):
If you spin the Leatherman, you can travel through time.
And then LeBron walked out of our life forever. Once again, I met someone famous, perhaps even more famous than Alan Ginsberg or Jack Nicholson (whom I met at the Sacred Heart Church in Bisbee, Little America truck stop in "Flag", respectively). That (his biggest claim to fame) is because he was evacuating us from the conflict that will perhaps change the world and how it thinks of muslims and Zionist hatred towards us.
So here is the link to the time traveling US sailor, LeBron:
http://www.flagshipnews.com/archives_2003/jul242003_11.shtml
And here's LeBron in Afghanistan:
http://www.ikfkickboxing.com/News05Nov.htm
"Fellow IKF Fighters Meet in.... Afghanistan?"
So, I must wonder though, did LeBron know that he met the world champion kickboxpoet of the world? Well, he'll have to "Google me", but I forgot to tell him.
And go here to see the tool that no refugee fleeing horror should be without, poet or just ordinary housewife. Great for opening MREs:
http://www.leatherman.co.uk/home/
Once upon a time, I spent the whole night awake with a bunch of sailors aboard the USS Trent, a naval vessel which specializes in transporting Marines. Man, what a night it was. I was really tired but decided it was much more valuable to stay awake all night (we were on a mission to flee Israeli atrocities in Lebanon) and joke around with the sailors, Quinty, Art and "LeBron" and many, many other lonely men at sea. Lebron sat down to eat just as I was comparing my Leatherman tool to those of the sailors, they all had one. LeBron looked really familiar to me and I said so. He said and I mean he said it in the most profound Bronx accent (those O's!) you can imagine, "I'm LeBron, featherweight kickboxing champion of the world. Google me, there's only two LeBrons." Well, it took me some time to google old LeBron, a handsome albeit very short Puerto Rican sailor that provided me perhaps the best line I've ever heard. LeBron said (and I believe it to be true):
If you spin the Leatherman, you can travel through time.
And then LeBron walked out of our life forever. Once again, I met someone famous, perhaps even more famous than Alan Ginsberg or Jack Nicholson (whom I met at the Sacred Heart Church in Bisbee, Little America truck stop in "Flag", respectively). That (his biggest claim to fame) is because he was evacuating us from the conflict that will perhaps change the world and how it thinks of muslims and Zionist hatred towards us.
So here is the link to the time traveling US sailor, LeBron:
http://www.flagshipnews.com/archives_2003/jul242003_11.shtml
And here's LeBron in Afghanistan:
http://www.ikfkickboxing.com/News05Nov.htm
"Fellow IKF Fighters Meet in.... Afghanistan?"
So, I must wonder though, did LeBron know that he met the world champion kickboxpoet of the world? Well, he'll have to "Google me", but I forgot to tell him.
And go here to see the tool that no refugee fleeing horror should be without, poet or just ordinary housewife. Great for opening MREs:
http://www.leatherman.co.uk/home/
19.9.06
I started to write a nice and scathing report after reading Mr. Longworth's many published poems (mostly online with little in the way of the paper kind on hand) but my computer died. So let me just say, it was a brilliant offering regarding the irony of Fred Longworth as the protagonist in his own play, the play he doesn't know he stars in as a castaway on a deserted island in the South Pacific surrounded by innocuous Tahitian women and Tiki Gods which, he scoffs at too.
I mean the guy isn't even a decent idolater. Oh well. It isn't worth the time to be honest and Longworth is already a thing of the past. That is how much his poetry should affect the reader of poetry, a nanosecond of irritation and then, on to bigger and better things.
Like discussing the Pope. I love talking about the Pope. Problem is, muslims in general miss the point about the Pope and end up sounding ridiculous: Apologize to me!
Nevermind an apology, insist on an action people. Like I said, bring all Catholics home because it is not in the Catholic Doctrine to "fight" in the name of anything, including protecting your property or the property of space (did you know the Catholics invested church money in their own telescope?). Oh well. How it is.
Like I was saying. Longworth versus the Pope. One in the same, both just minor irritations along the way. Both are shooting blanks most of the time. Harmless as Hell.
I mean the guy isn't even a decent idolater. Oh well. It isn't worth the time to be honest and Longworth is already a thing of the past. That is how much his poetry should affect the reader of poetry, a nanosecond of irritation and then, on to bigger and better things.
Like discussing the Pope. I love talking about the Pope. Problem is, muslims in general miss the point about the Pope and end up sounding ridiculous: Apologize to me!
Nevermind an apology, insist on an action people. Like I said, bring all Catholics home because it is not in the Catholic Doctrine to "fight" in the name of anything, including protecting your property or the property of space (did you know the Catholics invested church money in their own telescope?). Oh well. How it is.
Like I was saying. Longworth versus the Pope. One in the same, both just minor irritations along the way. Both are shooting blanks most of the time. Harmless as Hell.
18.9.06
How I think Americans who are seriously concerned about the world wide struggle that is happening CAN make a difference? A real one?\
Convert to Islam. For the hell of it. What do you have to lose I ask? What do you have to gain and more importantly, what would happen to politics in America if "they" had to really answer to the people who were so convinced that things were so far out of control that they literally defected while sitting in their living rooms, in their hearts. I'm telling you, it would change the planet.
What many people do not understand (their ego in the way and sometimes, their pride after having spent a lifetime failing to simply say "Al ham'du'lillah" for things created) is that in muslim countries, there is a tremendous amount of corruption (especially during the era of US and Zionist meddling) but when it comes down to brass tacks, when push comes to shove, when the leaders are between a very hard rock and an equally hard hard place, they cannot get away with murder anymore. In the Middle East, things have changed PROFOUNDLY . In Islam, it is technically 'illegal' to overthrow a ruler. Technically. But in the end, if a ruler is finally found to be a kafir (unbeliever) he must face off with the angry mob. That is not just any mob but a mob that believes in justice and is willing to risk their life to prove it. That is why in the Quran it challenges any individual or religious 'body' (like Catholicism) to put their money where their mouth is and INVOKE DEATH. It is literally the kind of thing Bush supposedly did (and his father) when they drew the notorious "line in the sand". The only problem is they invoked the death of soldiers many who are simply poorly educated teenagers (not all but a healthy majority of US servicemen are, I've seen it with my own eyes).
I think that a massive US conversion to Islam would force both parties (Democrat and Republican, and mind you they are both dirty in all of this as they always have been in this "duopololy" as Nader has called the two-party system)....it would force them to STAND DOWN. Not only stand down to the 'so called' Al Qaeda network but to stand down to their own lies and injustices which are even more vile because of their international authority and so called Moral High Ground.
What is that Moral High Ground according to Islamic standards? Well, not much. In Islam, when a person gives in charity, he/she does so with NO claim on any return. If the US and their allies are really "charitizing" by "democratizing" the ME, then they are obviously way off the mark because it is clear that they expect a return. This is not the kind of charity the world needs.
When a muslim gives of their time, their property or their life in the name of Islam, it is with no expectation of return in this life to any of it. The "beautiful loan" is what you give when you expect something better in paradise. Crazy eh?
But this life is crazy and it gets crazier every single day. It is called a Fitna and this fitna is of major proportions and effects every living thing on this planet. I'd say if this craziness can exist, then absolutely, many crazinesses can...parallel universes or whatever floats your boat.
Convert now and save the whales. Tell your neighbors that you are converting and start alarming everyone you know by telling them when you see them each day:
Salaam wa alaikum. It is pretty damn easy. Pay it forward.
Convert to Islam. For the hell of it. What do you have to lose I ask? What do you have to gain and more importantly, what would happen to politics in America if "they" had to really answer to the people who were so convinced that things were so far out of control that they literally defected while sitting in their living rooms, in their hearts. I'm telling you, it would change the planet.
What many people do not understand (their ego in the way and sometimes, their pride after having spent a lifetime failing to simply say "Al ham'du'lillah" for things created) is that in muslim countries, there is a tremendous amount of corruption (especially during the era of US and Zionist meddling) but when it comes down to brass tacks, when push comes to shove, when the leaders are between a very hard rock and an equally hard hard place, they cannot get away with murder anymore. In the Middle East, things have changed PROFOUNDLY . In Islam, it is technically 'illegal' to overthrow a ruler. Technically. But in the end, if a ruler is finally found to be a kafir (unbeliever) he must face off with the angry mob. That is not just any mob but a mob that believes in justice and is willing to risk their life to prove it. That is why in the Quran it challenges any individual or religious 'body' (like Catholicism) to put their money where their mouth is and INVOKE DEATH. It is literally the kind of thing Bush supposedly did (and his father) when they drew the notorious "line in the sand". The only problem is they invoked the death of soldiers many who are simply poorly educated teenagers (not all but a healthy majority of US servicemen are, I've seen it with my own eyes).
I think that a massive US conversion to Islam would force both parties (Democrat and Republican, and mind you they are both dirty in all of this as they always have been in this "duopololy" as Nader has called the two-party system)....it would force them to STAND DOWN. Not only stand down to the 'so called' Al Qaeda network but to stand down to their own lies and injustices which are even more vile because of their international authority and so called Moral High Ground.
What is that Moral High Ground according to Islamic standards? Well, not much. In Islam, when a person gives in charity, he/she does so with NO claim on any return. If the US and their allies are really "charitizing" by "democratizing" the ME, then they are obviously way off the mark because it is clear that they expect a return. This is not the kind of charity the world needs.
When a muslim gives of their time, their property or their life in the name of Islam, it is with no expectation of return in this life to any of it. The "beautiful loan" is what you give when you expect something better in paradise. Crazy eh?
But this life is crazy and it gets crazier every single day. It is called a Fitna and this fitna is of major proportions and effects every living thing on this planet. I'd say if this craziness can exist, then absolutely, many crazinesses can...parallel universes or whatever floats your boat.
Convert now and save the whales. Tell your neighbors that you are converting and start alarming everyone you know by telling them when you see them each day:
Salaam wa alaikum. It is pretty damn easy. Pay it forward.
17.9.06
Bad Religion [revised] Note, this poem had to be removed as the owner of the Wild Poetry Forum felt I did not have permission to reprint it here. I agree, he is right and therefore am removing a poem that I feel is a disgrace to the Anglo world of Poets which would be, er, the majority of poets because we all know the power of the White Anglo Poetry Society.
the poet named Fred Longworth, http://68.178.150.189/cgi-bin/discus/board-profile.cgi?action=view_profile&profile=sandiegopoet-users
a very frequent poster on too many boards to count but in particular:
Thank you to Fred Longworth for demonstrating how easy it is to teach people all about this love/hate relationship we have with bigots like him.
What a disgrace to poets and to the Wild Poetry Forum.
They seemed to have realized their ugliness but still, I think it is nice to go and see those who congratulated the bigot Mr. Longworth on his successful hatespeech:
http://www.wildpoetryforum.com/
*In this special little phrase you see Fred's longstanding hatred of women at work. You see, Dee Cohen, the very talented and objective Jewish poetess of Eratosphere (Dee is truly the only thing that place had going for it if you ask me) told me in a private letter some moons ago about Fred's misogyny. This is what happens when men don't like women, other races, other religions (Fred is an athiest if I remember correctly and I certainly don't give a big rat's butt about that but it is worth mentioning), other people and quite frankly, aren't very funny people. The thing about this amateur car stereo installer is that he obviously thinks he is quite funny but most people just smirk when his back is turned. He doesn't know that though...just like all xenophobes...he is blind to his own sickness. I might also wonder if the nut is a homophobe to boot with that last pitiful sentiment.
**Mr. "Longworth's" disclaimer:
God help us if the ethic that trumps all other ethics is don't offend anyone. I've long believed that one of the main things a poet is supposed to do is to challenge the pious verities of the times. I disagree enormously with Meg's point of view. I absolutely support her right to express it.
the poet named Fred Longworth, http://68.178.150.189/cgi-bin/discus/board-profile.cgi?action=view_profile&profile=sandiegopoet-users
a very frequent poster on too many boards to count but in particular:
Thank you to Fred Longworth for demonstrating how easy it is to teach people all about this love/hate relationship we have with bigots like him.
What a disgrace to poets and to the Wild Poetry Forum.
They seemed to have realized their ugliness but still, I think it is nice to go and see those who congratulated the bigot Mr. Longworth on his successful hatespeech:
http://www.wildpoetryforum.com/
*In this special little phrase you see Fred's longstanding hatred of women at work. You see, Dee Cohen, the very talented and objective Jewish poetess of Eratosphere (Dee is truly the only thing that place had going for it if you ask me) told me in a private letter some moons ago about Fred's misogyny. This is what happens when men don't like women, other races, other religions (Fred is an athiest if I remember correctly and I certainly don't give a big rat's butt about that but it is worth mentioning), other people and quite frankly, aren't very funny people. The thing about this amateur car stereo installer is that he obviously thinks he is quite funny but most people just smirk when his back is turned. He doesn't know that though...just like all xenophobes...he is blind to his own sickness. I might also wonder if the nut is a homophobe to boot with that last pitiful sentiment.
**Mr. "Longworth's" disclaimer:
God help us if the ethic that trumps all other ethics is don't offend anyone. I've long believed that one of the main things a poet is supposed to do is to challenge the pious verities of the times. I disagree enormously with Meg's point of view. I absolutely support her right to express it.
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