The Arco Iris isn't
as pink
anymore but it is still there
all the time her heart is beating
how the pimp sped into
the landscape outside a small
whorehouse in Naco Son
we were just walking by had just finished
the Blue Moon where on the ledges
used to be placed
the Virgin the candles lit up
the adobe walls pesos
the brown girls far from home
between two outbacks
he sped into the masterpiece
his blue car dust
brimmed hat
trembling as I thieved
their image
the Three Graces short shorts
thongs
white teeth their laughter
is still inside the silver
how are they now?
21.4.09
20.4.09
Virgin Fishwife Takes the World by Storm
"Frankly, she hasn't stopped. More than 6 million people have already turned to YouTube to see what all the fuss is about. They're crying in Calcutta. They're bawling in Brussels. "
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riXbsmqsNMI
This woman is such a sensation, You Tube has mostly disabled embedding for the video of her performance on Britain Has Talent. She sings, I Dreamed a Dream from Les Miserables by Andrew Lloyd Weber
"Frankly, she hasn't stopped. More than 6 million people have already turned to YouTube to see what all the fuss is about. They're crying in Calcutta. They're bawling in Brussels. "
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=riXbsmqsNMI
This woman is such a sensation, You Tube has mostly disabled embedding for the video of her performance on Britain Has Talent. She sings, I Dreamed a Dream from Les Miserables by Andrew Lloyd Weber
17.4.09
How to Win a Cosmic War by Reza Aslan, on sale now.
The Surprising History of Persia
THE DESERTS GROW:
WOE HIM WHO DOTH THEM HIDE! -Friedrich Nietzsche
Here's the deal with all things
that are there anyway,
it was over once it began
yet repeats itself
to recognition by definition
in whole or in part.
A man leaned forward
to speak enthusiastically, no
to intimidate
with a percussion
of factual expertise:
Read the history of Persia,
the conversion under
the Ottomans, the violence
that they hoped
to ward off
by choosing otherwise.
Why? I said,
I am not a Persian
nor even close.
The man leaned back
and for one instant
remembered the chances
he lost with me
long ago. And now,
there he is
and we are much older,
some of us wiser.
Not for a moment
did he realize
that it was written,
he was the stone
upon which I stepped
and had he not insisted
upon my company
that day,
I'd not be right
here trying
very hard
to convert
his history
without device
into a matter of fact
elopement from the ages
which captivate and deliver
us all.
Ahuramazda. Selah.
This is my sigh.
It is long and it is complicated.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
Had I told him the truth
but my tongue
took leave,
what I know
is not in the books Ghassan,
and I am history's unlikely guess.
Last night I remembered
that here in space
we wait for someone
to come pick us up,
lonely travelers
in a context of stars.
These are ordinary things to us
but to those ignorant
of the long lasting drama
it all seems so precious,
mini doctrines woven
into the fabric of time.
Amen. Alelujah and remember me.
Oh please remember me
for the decorous glances,
lost chances, the amorous advances.
http://carmenisacat.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-and-improved-but-never-finished.html
The Surprising History of Persia
THE DESERTS GROW:
WOE HIM WHO DOTH THEM HIDE! -Friedrich Nietzsche
Here's the deal with all things
that are there anyway,
it was over once it began
yet repeats itself
to recognition by definition
in whole or in part.
A man leaned forward
to speak enthusiastically, no
to intimidate
with a percussion
of factual expertise:
Read the history of Persia,
the conversion under
the Ottomans, the violence
that they hoped
to ward off
by choosing otherwise.
Why? I said,
I am not a Persian
nor even close.
The man leaned back
and for one instant
remembered the chances
he lost with me
long ago. And now,
there he is
and we are much older,
some of us wiser.
Not for a moment
did he realize
that it was written,
he was the stone
upon which I stepped
and had he not insisted
upon my company
that day,
I'd not be right
here trying
very hard
to convert
his history
without device
into a matter of fact
elopement from the ages
which captivate and deliver
us all.
Ahuramazda. Selah.
This is my sigh.
It is long and it is complicated.
--The ass, however, here brayed YE-A.
Had I told him the truth
but my tongue
took leave,
what I know
is not in the books Ghassan,
and I am history's unlikely guess.
Last night I remembered
that here in space
we wait for someone
to come pick us up,
lonely travelers
in a context of stars.
These are ordinary things to us
but to those ignorant
of the long lasting drama
it all seems so precious,
mini doctrines woven
into the fabric of time.
Amen. Alelujah and remember me.
Oh please remember me
for the decorous glances,
lost chances, the amorous advances.
http://carmenisacat.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-and-improved-but-never-finished.html
14.4.09
This, the Delinquent Hoopoe
"Be among men like bee among birds."
-Ali ibn Abi Taleb, Commander of the Faithful
Even if we could
we couldn't decipher,
the great things
that are happening,
tremendous machinations
can be heard
there and then.
So close.
The Beast could be really
rather small, already here
and like the seeds
inside the earth
for thousands of years
ready to rise
up and escape detection
while everything is delayed
and might be stopped
and the world is flattened again.
The streetlamp buzzes,
tamps itself out, exhausted
from the night or ashamed
in the aboriginal
text of the dawn
one more time
as the Great Society
delicately edits
and supervises
each sunlit page.
http://masum.wordpress.com/2006/10/31/prophet-suleiman-as-and-the-hoopoe-bird/
"Be among men like bee among birds."
-Ali ibn Abi Taleb, Commander of the Faithful
Even if we could
we couldn't decipher,
the great things
that are happening,
tremendous machinations
can be heard
there and then.
So close.
The Beast could be really
rather small, already here
and like the seeds
inside the earth
for thousands of years
ready to rise
up and escape detection
while everything is delayed
and might be stopped
and the world is flattened again.
The streetlamp buzzes,
tamps itself out, exhausted
from the night or ashamed
in the aboriginal
text of the dawn
one more time
as the Great Society
delicately edits
and supervises
each sunlit page.
http://masum.wordpress.com/2006/10/31/prophet-suleiman-as-and-the-hoopoe-bird/
11.4.09
The Easter Design,
on the Road With Luke Skywalker
"The United States is not and never will be at war with Islam."
-Barak (means 'gift') Hossein Obama
"Agreement in error is far worse than division for the sake of truth."
-Shia tradition from one of the twelve Imams who embodied the role
of Standard Bearers of Divine Rank because of their freedom
from ignominy during the hate crimes of their times.
It is clear
the fragrance of rain
in the air
deciduous trees
beleaguered angels
leave footprints
in the black hole of Calcutta.
All our sons become
fathers,
remember.
They send to us
their invitations
for obstacle courses
flight simulations
and academies.
It isn't the flag draped
coffins that have
the signals to cry,
it isn't in the photo
or fine music played
as their names waft by
as we imagine
their pectoral glams
It is clear
the fragrance of rain
in the air
deciduous trees
beleaguered angels
leave footprints
in the black hole of Calcutta.
All our sons become
fathers,
remember.
They send to us
their invitations
for obstacle courses
flight simulations
and academies.
It isn't the flag draped
coffins that have
the signals to cry,
it isn't in the photo
or fine music played
as their names waft by
as we imagine
their pectoral glams
would you get a load of that!
We only think so.
It is as if
in this an in-
vestment is procured
and watered down
of what we already knew
but blamed all the same,
his death, body, folklore
led to persuasive
remedies of our own,
We only think so.
It is as if
in this an in-
vestment is procured
and watered down
of what we already knew
but blamed all the same,
his death, body, folklore
led to persuasive
remedies of our own,
led straight back forward to Zion.
For all we know
he is our profligate
our best sacrifice,
the most of martyrdoms
in any kind of body bag
sent back to the holy ghost
as a preceptor.
We only think so.
Only the priest
can don the zuchetto
no business
like shew business
you know
a soft square shaped hat
pontifical gloves
and huraches
man what a gig!
We only think so.
For all we know
he is our profligate
our best sacrifice,
the most of martyrdoms
in any kind of body bag
sent back to the holy ghost
as a preceptor.
We only think so.
Only the priest
can don the zuchetto
no business
like shew business
you know
a soft square shaped hat
pontifical gloves
and huraches
man what a gig!
We only think so.
"Indeed, atrocity is a weapon of the weak or imbalanced authority. This is a factual observation: it does not exonerate those who use savagery as a weapon from any moral blame that may be put on them by their victims or by anyone else. Nor does it imply that the victims are morally inferior to the one who is perpetrating the barbarity. This is particularly more so when involving the noble members of the Household of the Prophet. All acts of enormity irrespective of its year are open to severe criticism on moral grounds if on nothing else. "
"The extreme wickedness of the perpetrator can take to many forms and shapes.The atrocious ruling elite are as an agent often miles away from where the atrocity is taking place. The perpetrator of the evil instruction is more often than not physically close to his victim. Often enough, the victims of atrocity are the God-fearing members of the community. "
The Attention Deficit Disorder
The way the morning comes on
again, the lunar pelt still aglow
I do all of the things
you don't have to.
Once again it is bad news
unfit for human ears,
this boy still draws
with the ancient hand
of children who know
the color of the father's
demons, know the strategies
of the devil when the devil
remarks on some better deal.
These are the thoughts
that got lost yesterday,
came and left in the breeze
which tampers and tampers,
all we needed was a little sleep,
a better system and we'd
run right in, start right up.
Not this time because that boy
is going away real fast.
I wonder about the time
he slept under his mother's
breast, his first fingernail
and still see
the imprint of love
in his outstretched struggle.
Love me again
just love me again.
I'm not all that bad
just a bit pudgy
with a few old scars.
On how he can buy a gun
or take hostage
the entire town
because he might.
Virginia is so far away
from the sleepovers,
tucked into the archipelago
boot camp for the self annoyed.
You do these things alone you know.
There isn't a pamphlet
with one, two, three
on one side and an address
on the other.
The way the morning comes on
again, the lunar pelt still aglow
I do all of the things
you don't have to.
Once again it is bad news
unfit for human ears,
this boy still draws
with the ancient hand
of children who know
the color of the father's
demons, know the strategies
of the devil when the devil
remarks on some better deal.
These are the thoughts
that got lost yesterday,
came and left in the breeze
which tampers and tampers,
all we needed was a little sleep,
a better system and we'd
run right in, start right up.
Not this time because that boy
is going away real fast.
I wonder about the time
he slept under his mother's
breast, his first fingernail
and still see
the imprint of love
in his outstretched struggle.
Love me again
just love me again.
I'm not all that bad
just a bit pudgy
with a few old scars.
On how he can buy a gun
or take hostage
the entire town
because he might.
Virginia is so far away
from the sleepovers,
tucked into the archipelago
boot camp for the self annoyed.
You do these things alone you know.
There isn't a pamphlet
with one, two, three
on one side and an address
on the other.
3.4.09
http://www.occupation101.com/
"There was not a false note in this film....It is relevant to all of our lives...we will never have peace or peace of mind in this country...the Palestinians have been enduring for decades...as we are so deeply implicated..."
"There was not a false note in this film....It is relevant to all of our lives...we will never have peace or peace of mind in this country...the Palestinians have been enduring for decades...as we are so deeply implicated..."
2.4.09
New Voices on the Wind Volume XXXVII
Just in time for Easter. The lilacs are in full bloom, the Chinese Wisteria has dropped her lavender buds and roses are promising a dramatic show. My lettuce is already up, the radishes in the ground will take thirty days and spring onions grow whether you want them to or not. Two grape vines in the back have been pruned and in'sha'allah, the wind will leave them alone. I have one apple. One little apple. Bees all over the yard in the rosemary and Chinese Elm. Tomorrow the dog gets his rabies shot because there is a horrendous outbreak on the Pinal/Pima/Cochise county borders. Our first grandchild is due in early June and these are the months of waiting for the beginning of things I can hardly imagine. Life keeps going on and the wars begin to look the same. Is this all there is?
Of course not. But its a great way to spend some time.
From Dick Bakken's The Bridge:
"The train
thundered over
him until there was
nothing."
Just in time for Easter. The lilacs are in full bloom, the Chinese Wisteria has dropped her lavender buds and roses are promising a dramatic show. My lettuce is already up, the radishes in the ground will take thirty days and spring onions grow whether you want them to or not. Two grape vines in the back have been pruned and in'sha'allah, the wind will leave them alone. I have one apple. One little apple. Bees all over the yard in the rosemary and Chinese Elm. Tomorrow the dog gets his rabies shot because there is a horrendous outbreak on the Pinal/Pima/Cochise county borders. Our first grandchild is due in early June and these are the months of waiting for the beginning of things I can hardly imagine. Life keeps going on and the wars begin to look the same. Is this all there is?
Of course not. But its a great way to spend some time.
From Dick Bakken's The Bridge:
"The train
thundered over
him until there was
nothing."
Just right.
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