Make it New!
if I spoke gibberish to you
would you then listen
even at last to me?
-Darla Whitehead, Book of Evaluations
If you could see that has been seen by those of you who have died, you would be puzzled and troubled. Then you would have listened and obeyed; but what they have seen is yet curtained off from you. Shortly, the curtain would be thrown off. You have been shown, provided you see and you have been made to listen provided you listen, and you have been guided if you accept guidance. I spoke unto you with truth. You have been called aloud by (instructive) examples and warned through items full of warnings. After the heavenly messengers (angels), only man can convey message from Allah. (So what I am conveying is from Allah). - Ali ibn Abi Taleb, Commander of the Faithful
Knowing which of the nafs to pay attention to, that's the thing.The one that blames, the one that loves too little or too much, the one that writes poetry or reads it to oneself or to the others. The one who sits inside a room with other nafs, converses and betrays the self, the honest nafs cannot get along except with other nafs of the same discipline because they are all true to the unique Allah and the instructions of same. This is the teaching. It is the learning and from that the nafs of the poet monitors each strange thing, with or without knowledge, with or without specific strengths and weaknesses and uses the language, the language genie to perform the necessary not obligatory acts of poetry. It is the deceptive activity of the heart and the hearts of others that teaches ignorance by ringing all the right bells and whistles without risking the hard task of truly teaching through poetry what there is to know in the proper language that only the nafs can truly understand and we physical selves master without knowing the import upon the disingenuous nature of our souls, that group of related things. We instruct our own selves: deception, apathy, remorse....we encourage desire and her cousins jealousy and greed.....but that we as poets teach others both unremarkable or absolutely poisonous lesson is to be made a matter of because, in modern poetry....there is an utter lack of proof that what is being taught is actually being known, at first, by the teachers of wit and wisdom (ruination and salvation, lack and presence, agreement and disengagement)....known more commonly as poets.
You shall love your crooked neighbour
With your crooked heart.' -W.H. Auden
How honest and true that is but written with only a superficial knowledge of the spheres, the archetypes and most importantly, the trusts that bond certain types of nafs together.
Archetypes upon which the new foundation of modern poetry are built (imagery) are only stable as processes within the writing of a new mythology that pleases certain groups to a much greater or much lesser degree. Make it New! is the dictate and within the fabric of that simple statement made by the Godfather of a great number of younger poets, Ezra Pound, is a profound truth and lesson. What does that dictate intend? To the impossible, unimaginable or simply, the unknowable commerce between souls? They should perhaps instead refer to themselves as Pentacostals for it is true that they speak in tongues impossible for most of us to decipher unless we practice the art of the 'close reading' when in fact most of them are entirely uninvolved in the act of 'close writing'.
That there is something old, something predated that requires a new disguise? Why yes, of course. And imagery as well as Objectivist mannerisms are suggested as the most fitting alteration in the garment of poetry...or languagism in which poets learn to converse not with other people but with other nafs. Sometimes they get it right, sometimes wrong but it is never really clear to me when they mean to.
And I guess poetry ought to at least mean to. It ought to take its share of the responsibility involved in disseminating both popular and unpopular ideations. The ubiquitous languagist school makes it new alright but keeps it the same by suggesting there is a wrong and right way to do things, record things. That there is a party to which everyone else belongs and they are somehow exempt from the rules of trade and barter in which the only currency might be a clippy tongue or savage intelligence able to distill prose into a hitherto uncharted and nonsensical poetic mind drill...well. There are several schools of thought that prove that poetry can be generated from overheard conversations all the way to computer search engines. It is not however proof that what is said within that context of accidentalism is either understood or apprehended by the party to whom poetry is actually addressed (when it is done well) and that would be the nafs.
Getting it half right (they were wrong i.e. the SoQ) is not the same as getting it right themselves and the nafs bicker incessantly not only within the individual but with the nafs of others. The untrained nafs who is not the captain of the ship but just one of the slaves who stole onboard as one of the crew with a variety of functions both good and bad, in need of a leader and a ship.
"The right of freedom of speech consists in speaking the truth."
18.7.10
17.7.10
AMERICA DECLARES COVERT WAR
ON IRAN, FAST TRACK
DIPLOMACY IN PROGRESS
US support for Jandallah, Al Qaeda, Israel. The blueprint and fingerprint of US support for the Taliban repeats itself and if Seymour said so, it's true.
Iran vows revenge upon the United States and from where I stand, they mean business and it will come when the US leasts expects it and without warning whatsoever.
ON IRAN, FAST TRACK
DIPLOMACY IN PROGRESS
US support for Jandallah, Al Qaeda, Israel. The blueprint and fingerprint of US support for the Taliban repeats itself and if Seymour said so, it's true.
Iran vows revenge upon the United States and from where I stand, they mean business and it will come when the US leasts expects it and without warning whatsoever.
16.7.10
Blaser's Heaven
-and human survival, which, with its adjectival ironies,
proposes a social inheritance
Robin Blaser from As If By Chance
the survival of words
the next day of
rain through the night
nothing has been
diminished
lots of rubbish natural
or not is rotting,
truly morning certainly
and the gray sky drifts home
like a dock loader like
one job after another.
There is something
right about the result
it cannot be argued.
How big is the secret
between these rivers,
should not each word
in this be an entire thing,
a dreadfully long metaphor
in which every interlocuter
is pressed and finished
with a final answer?
I am not an ant nor am I
courageous enough to admit
to a certain revulsion
over such important claims
wisdom peace at last neverending, etc.
Hard nutrition this and to keep
everything round the point
the universe is blank
without us, hidden
in the dark-dust pocket
don't you know.
Everything and inside
of that is empty nothing
where words try to begin
and notice the backs
of their heads who listen
the way they scratch
and nod inside those skulls,
to sit still when in fact
it isn't even close
to what they are doing
which is die-ing.
All push pins and dreamers
of scatological redemption
plus phase after phase
of chew boast and record.
Damaged pop-up classics
like Poky Little Puppy
cannot find their
way into poor pox* or Greece.
They don't even know
about the watching
let alone the focus
of the watch in which
are presented
a multitude of chances
in Detroit, in Timbuktu,
outside of that tailor's
shop in weary Sidon.
Not again, not that
yet again, the hierarchies
of angels again?
Oh purple plusses
and gold stars,
old beards and glazed eyes,
sonorous damn voices,
please not that yet again.
Love, mention our archetype,
at least one little surprise
in that most indefinite word.
Friendship, nothing like old
men saying such things
in their own dugout,
a classroom full of turnips,
self witness and transfer
for an old wrinkler who hopes
for quiet dominions
in which the kings
have his face,
his hands and say
the same pungeant things
to the waiting podunks,
better them than no one
and repeat after me.
There'd be poplars and Spicer
and some of that glow,
a tireless legion of adulation,
almost his angels.
Whose fault could it be
and if so, might it be yours?
The hole got filled already
and you're in it despite
the curious loss of imagination
and yes, in that you uttered
a final truth, a blessed amen:
"What changes are not the things but their limits."
*first usage
http://jacketmagazine.com/22/blaser-quar.html
Blaser laments ‘the unrecognized disaster of a
world devoured into human form, rather than a world disclosed in which we are images of an action, visibilities of an action, an action which otherwise is invisible, larger, older, and other than ourselves.’
And to whom is he speaking and of what one wonders? The substitute called Mother Nature/Father Time, the indelible admixture of the Creation with the Creator via the Created, i.e. through language? Some of us recognize something but I highly doubt that without a certain amount of scholarship like ours that Mr. Blaser would be the one to judge the veracity of such and such a claim. As he insists on the existence of language in which wisdom, beauty, etc etc are manifested prior to even their own existence and then to provide a convoluted parameter for such convoluted exagerated "wisdom' (as such interlocuters usually do) thus, it is a miracle then that language exists at all and without it, I suppose, there is a vacuum of action, intention, result even. Really now. It is part of the interlocuter's job of course to make sad things seem peppy, to make dumb things speak but at the very least they should try to make them speak in logical terms that provide at least a little more than a bit of something from that which is being dismissed as horse pucky. And if so then how is it that the word sperm does not contain the majesty of creation? Would not just a bitter drop do? All these outpourings seem necessary in the work of poets who spew and outrage, criticize and 'humor' us all with a teardrop at the end of a perfunctory and quite complex obligatory lunch time foray into the blisteringly hot alcoves of this so called 'hell' that they prefer to life. How contradictory....even if in our culture it is inappropriate to attack dead men unless of course they are prophets.
You cannot get away with such references without at least a little bit of accountability in my perhaps not-so-humble opinion. As well, neither poetry or philosophy should or can be considered, a shortcut to religious knowledge. Yet in the modern context, both are considered and given greater attention and the answers arrived at ...well of course. They are not satisfactory. That they are not even satisfactory to those poets and philosophers ought to be enough, ought to be a sign but tragically, they are allowed to flourish and even encouraged. The only group that they find themselves outside of is another group of outsiders and so on, so forth in myriad formation. What on earth convinces the reader better than the widespread fame of such entities that indeed they are not truly inside by virtue of their outsidedness nor are they inside by virtue of ours, or by gum, our (actual knowledgables) bloody ignorance.
"For it is not God, but man, who is dead, Blaser argues (suggesting this was Nietzsche’s conclusion also)."
And what means this 'dead'? As in the vacuousness of a variety of mistaken identities within another variety of mistaken premises? Here's the hot tip newsflash...the mystery isn't so mysterious and the logic is not so logical if in fact the non mysterious mystery is fabricated in form and function with a blasphemous and even higher form of mythos that is placed intact, in situ in this "public space" and in that, the argument the public must pose is against it's own fable and ironically, armed with its own fable. No wonder there is chaos rather than redemption (and isn't that what is being redeemed in the poetry of the late Mr. Blaser...'the public' in which 'joe public' resides)?
I don't think the author of the jacket article understands enough about Nietzsche in order to know what Blaser understands about Nietzsche...not that Nietzsche understood much himself to begin with...other than he understood that the reflection of a reflection is bad enough let alone the stonification of such ideals and analogs into a curious pantheon of fatal humanistic trends that don't really trend up or down...they merely tread alot of historical water.
And hey, Dante was the prototypical Anti Islamicist don't you know!
Ah well, he was on the right track (desirous of knowledge) but you know what they say, the highway to heaven is just paved wall to wall and side to side with the best intentions afterall. The role of the outsider in this, the role of the one who was thrown out of the ring so to speak, is in Nietzsche's own contruct, a necessary evil. Through such necessary evils it is that truth can be translated and deduced throughout time by examining the effect instead of the cause.
And perhaps there is redemption in at least some of that.
-and human survival, which, with its adjectival ironies,
proposes a social inheritance
Robin Blaser from As If By Chance
the survival of words
the next day of
rain through the night
nothing has been
diminished
lots of rubbish natural
or not is rotting,
truly morning certainly
and the gray sky drifts home
like a dock loader like
one job after another.
There is something
right about the result
it cannot be argued.
How big is the secret
between these rivers,
should not each word
in this be an entire thing,
a dreadfully long metaphor
in which every interlocuter
is pressed and finished
with a final answer?
I am not an ant nor am I
courageous enough to admit
to a certain revulsion
over such important claims
wisdom peace at last neverending, etc.
Hard nutrition this and to keep
everything round the point
the universe is blank
without us, hidden
in the dark-dust pocket
don't you know.
Everything and inside
of that is empty nothing
where words try to begin
and notice the backs
of their heads who listen
the way they scratch
and nod inside those skulls,
to sit still when in fact
it isn't even close
to what they are doing
which is die-ing.
All push pins and dreamers
of scatological redemption
plus phase after phase
of chew boast and record.
Damaged pop-up classics
like Poky Little Puppy
cannot find their
way into poor pox* or Greece.
They don't even know
about the watching
let alone the focus
of the watch in which
are presented
a multitude of chances
in Detroit, in Timbuktu,
outside of that tailor's
shop in weary Sidon.
Not again, not that
yet again, the hierarchies
of angels again?
Oh purple plusses
and gold stars,
old beards and glazed eyes,
sonorous damn voices,
please not that yet again.
Love, mention our archetype,
at least one little surprise
in that most indefinite word.
Friendship, nothing like old
men saying such things
in their own dugout,
a classroom full of turnips,
self witness and transfer
for an old wrinkler who hopes
for quiet dominions
in which the kings
have his face,
his hands and say
the same pungeant things
to the waiting podunks,
better them than no one
and repeat after me.
There'd be poplars and Spicer
and some of that glow,
a tireless legion of adulation,
almost his angels.
Whose fault could it be
and if so, might it be yours?
The hole got filled already
and you're in it despite
the curious loss of imagination
and yes, in that you uttered
a final truth, a blessed amen:
"What changes are not the things but their limits."
*first usage
http://jacketmagazine.com/22/blaser-quar.html
Blaser laments ‘the unrecognized disaster of a
world devoured into human form, rather than a world disclosed in which we are images of an action, visibilities of an action, an action which otherwise is invisible, larger, older, and other than ourselves.’
And to whom is he speaking and of what one wonders? The substitute called Mother Nature/Father Time, the indelible admixture of the Creation with the Creator via the Created, i.e. through language? Some of us recognize something but I highly doubt that without a certain amount of scholarship like ours that Mr. Blaser would be the one to judge the veracity of such and such a claim. As he insists on the existence of language in which wisdom, beauty, etc etc are manifested prior to even their own existence and then to provide a convoluted parameter for such convoluted exagerated "wisdom' (as such interlocuters usually do) thus, it is a miracle then that language exists at all and without it, I suppose, there is a vacuum of action, intention, result even. Really now. It is part of the interlocuter's job of course to make sad things seem peppy, to make dumb things speak but at the very least they should try to make them speak in logical terms that provide at least a little more than a bit of something from that which is being dismissed as horse pucky. And if so then how is it that the word sperm does not contain the majesty of creation? Would not just a bitter drop do? All these outpourings seem necessary in the work of poets who spew and outrage, criticize and 'humor' us all with a teardrop at the end of a perfunctory and quite complex obligatory lunch time foray into the blisteringly hot alcoves of this so called 'hell' that they prefer to life. How contradictory....even if in our culture it is inappropriate to attack dead men unless of course they are prophets.
You cannot get away with such references without at least a little bit of accountability in my perhaps not-so-humble opinion. As well, neither poetry or philosophy should or can be considered, a shortcut to religious knowledge. Yet in the modern context, both are considered and given greater attention and the answers arrived at ...well of course. They are not satisfactory. That they are not even satisfactory to those poets and philosophers ought to be enough, ought to be a sign but tragically, they are allowed to flourish and even encouraged. The only group that they find themselves outside of is another group of outsiders and so on, so forth in myriad formation. What on earth convinces the reader better than the widespread fame of such entities that indeed they are not truly inside by virtue of their outsidedness nor are they inside by virtue of ours, or by gum, our (actual knowledgables) bloody ignorance.
"For it is not God, but man, who is dead, Blaser argues (suggesting this was Nietzsche’s conclusion also)."
And what means this 'dead'? As in the vacuousness of a variety of mistaken identities within another variety of mistaken premises? Here's the hot tip newsflash...the mystery isn't so mysterious and the logic is not so logical if in fact the non mysterious mystery is fabricated in form and function with a blasphemous and even higher form of mythos that is placed intact, in situ in this "public space" and in that, the argument the public must pose is against it's own fable and ironically, armed with its own fable. No wonder there is chaos rather than redemption (and isn't that what is being redeemed in the poetry of the late Mr. Blaser...'the public' in which 'joe public' resides)?
in unmapped America, the Puritans had a ferocioustime with omniscience, which
proposed predestina-tion of human nature, one by one—now, when you get down to
brass facts, who in this community should be allowed to receive the body and
blood of Christ?—the answer: the successful—speaking inthe voice of—the
coherence of—capitalism—Robin Blaser, Great Companion: Dante Alighiere
I don't think the author of the jacket article understands enough about Nietzsche in order to know what Blaser understands about Nietzsche...not that Nietzsche understood much himself to begin with...other than he understood that the reflection of a reflection is bad enough let alone the stonification of such ideals and analogs into a curious pantheon of fatal humanistic trends that don't really trend up or down...they merely tread alot of historical water.
in 1963, an Italian reporter named Luigi Pasquini met
Pound in the Tempio Malatestiano in Rimini:
'When I reach him he is standing in the sacristy
of the church, a tiny room that formerly housed its
relics. Above the door is Piero della Francesca's fresco
depicting Sigismondo Malatesta as he kneels before
his patron saint. Pound is standing beneath it, sur-
rounded by people.
'I approach him slowly, nervously, until I am
directly before him, face to face. I look him in the
eye, and inquire: "Ezra Pound?"
'He does not respond. He stares at me, silent, and
his mouth hints at a smile.
'I insist, and repeat his name. He gazes at me, arch-
ing his eyebrows for a moment, but says nothing.
'I fear I must be mistaken and address my glance to
the woman beside him. She peers up at him, then
nods, reassuring me that it is him.
'I offer him my hand, and he takes it in his own, I
do not tell him my name, but I make clear that I know
his books. . . . He understands, it seems. He gives a
sign of assent, but continues to remain silent.
'Our hands are still clasping each other. "This is
the hand of the great American poet," I offer. ("La
mano del grande poeta americano!")
'And at last his voice emerges, his first words,
uttered in a tranquil Italian accent without a trace
of an Anglo-American inflection: "I am not great."
("Non grande.")
'Swiftly I reply: "—you are among the greatest."
("Grandissimo.")
'But the conversation falters, and I grow uncertain.
Through friends I had heard that he was living in
Rapallo, but a stray remark from Miss Rudge indicates
they have just come from Venice. I try to take up the
topic: "Where are you living now: in Rapallo? Or in
Merano with your daughter, or in Venice?"
'He will not reply. He looks at me again, with a
mocking gaze.
'I persist: "Rapallo, Merano? Venice, Rome?"
'Nothing. He is still silent, his gaze fixed on me,
like someone playing a guessing game.
'I press on: "So where are you living now?" I con-
tinue, "Where?"
'At last he lowers his head, slowly, and put his
mouth to my ear so that no one can hear us. His
voice is a whisper, rasping: "I live in hell." 'This leaves me
bewildered. Here we are in church,
in a sacristy in fact (even if it is the sacristy of a pa-
ganizing temple)—in a place, in short, as far as pos-
sible from Erebus or the underworld of Lucifer. And
yet he says we're in hell. I fail to understand and
want to pursue it: "Which hell do you mean? The
hellish tourism? The inferno of the war, here in
Rimini? the hell of Rome? Of Italy? Of the world?"
'He is silent again. At last he moves his hands: he
places them before his stomach, and slowly lifting
them to the level of his heart, as the traces of light in
his pupils become like glowing coals, he whispers a
suffocated scream. "Here is hell. Here."' -Blaser in Great Companion
And hey, Dante was the prototypical Anti Islamicist don't you know!
Ah well, he was on the right track (desirous of knowledge) but you know what they say, the highway to heaven is just paved wall to wall and side to side with the best intentions afterall. The role of the outsider in this, the role of the one who was thrown out of the ring so to speak, is in Nietzsche's own contruct, a necessary evil. Through such necessary evils it is that truth can be translated and deduced throughout time by examining the effect instead of the cause.
And perhaps there is redemption in at least some of that.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/07/16/camel-milk-riegler-dairy_n_648663.html
The benefits of Camel Milk and the outrageous price of same.
15.7.10
Christopher Hitchens and Throat Cancer, oddly enough.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/alex-wilhelm/in-praise-of-christopher_b_643797.html
The Ascent of the Sherpa
He was common, ordinary so to speak
nothing special about him,
the usual clothing worn by Sherpa
warm, useful.
Not thin coated.
Engaged as he was in public debate
he found it difficult to make a decision,
whether to lead or to follow.
It came down, in the end,
to the need for enough diesel fuel for winter
to pour into a certain kind of heater
that escapes description universally.
Twelve Nepalese were killed in Baghdad today,
someone whispers to me. Not that it matters.
So he put together some things,
bread, cheese, Sherpa Foods,
the usual fare. And set out to rendezvous
with the ten or so moralistically staunch
climbers engaging him, moralistic in that they
insisted on the unusual. Very moral.
We should say ethical but that is just not physical enough.
They met and he collected the agreed upon
Sherpa coin. No one knows what it looks like.
It might be Chinese or in this case, Ben Franklin-like
because of the universality of Empirialistic trade,
so it goes in the impoverished world.
Doesn't matter to us or to the Sherpa who Ascends.
He turned to the leader of the group
who had learned Sherpa Language easily enough,
certain tough families of words useful
to climbing, torch, fire, food, oxygen,
death, liquor, book, socks, cold, die-ing (being a
progressive form of the former), pain,
mother, father, and of course, candy...
he said, "I'll have to stay ahead of you all,
I'm uncomfortable in the company of others."
The leader was puzzled but agreed to this stipulation
all the same. It must be some sort of standard
in Nepal he thought, some sort of requirement.
"How will we follow then?"
"I'll leave my footprints in the snow of course."
"Oh," the leader said, chastened at his own stupidity.
The trek began the next morning which happens pretty
early up there, finishes pretty late,
with the Sherpa starting off at night,
slipping out as fast as he could go,
like an angel in the moon's glow,
one mustn't dally on a short night.
The moralistically inclined group set out,
pleased to see the tracks well defined,
deep and the weather pleasant, the mountaintop
in view, achievable. Very optimistic,
if you will. Occasionally they caught sight
of the Sherpa, his head bobbing up and down
in the distance, disappearing behind rocks,
reappearing. The tracks were still quite good.
The second day was much the same only the Sherpa
was no longer in sight, the tracks slightly obscured
by the light snows. Some of the tracks looked
a bit altered, a yeti paw here or a goat hoof there,
but that was expected. No one bristled yet.
The climber at the end of the rope disappeared
yet no one noticed, each of them caught
in their own meanings, their own cold.
By the third day however, the bristling
was looking more like a forest fire,
the cold was like a burning heat,
the sun was no longer just the sun
but an actual star, the sky was no longer
so far away, the shells of gas,
the rings of Jupiter, all of them
somehow related.
The tracks had completely disappeared
and were replaced by paw prints:
first a snow leopard, some kind of bird,
a wolf or yeti and finally, a time-worn palimpsest.
The party began noticing, one after the other,
the disappearances of the others until the final
moralistic climber was left to himself
and felt the Sherpa beside him, pulling him strenuously,
dragging him, whipping him with a leather strap,
the Sherpa's nails digging into the frozen flesh of the last one.
He'd been there all along and had dismissed the members
one at a time, disguised as a snow leopard, a yeti, a Wolf
until he decided which one he could keep company with.
"Here we are." he said, peaceful and not very excited,
he'd been to the spot how many times now,
"How do you like it?"
"Die-ing," he replaced the form deliberately.
The Sherpa deliberately replied, "Death."
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12.7.10
11.7.10
BLACKO WACO
The United States of Purgatory
Twenty years ago this Friday*, city police dropped a bomb on this block and let it burn. Five children and six adults, members of a small radical collective called MOVE, died; 61 homes in a middle-class neighborhood were destroyed. As the nation watched, Philadelphia became the city that bombed its own people.
*May 11, 2005
What can you do? Write to Eric Holder here by signing the petition:
What the US and Israel have been planning all along, 'bama or no'bama.
http://www.zcommunications.org/the-iranian-threat-by-noam-chomsky
http://www.zcommunications.org/the-iranian-threat-by-noam-chomsky
7.7.10
Poetry Rules of Engagement:
Poetry Ought to be FUN
T-Bird at the Gila River
"Advice: learn poems so that you don't have to
write them or rather, they write themselves.
Strategies are useless testimonials."
- The Book of Warnings, D. Whitehead
This pretty life is death's comma
and we are between, constructing
the darkest layer in the top soils
over which the eagle flies
with the owl, as same as the bug.
Once I stood on a reservation
for our tribes and thought.
The wild wisdoms entered
like drugs with the cackle
of gypsies and caw of old birds
into the earth's big recorder.
When suddenly! Like that!
The newest grand canyon opened
her secret vaults to receive
the sound and reek of vomit from the throat
of a drunkard who turned in and then sped away.
Ah, the stories the rocks will tell!
**************
...or sexy albeit not too much muchness of that:
The Erotic Life
Should have written it down
instead of wreaking havoc
yet the other self says keep trying.
Once Haj 'brahim drank the ashes
of his cigarette from his tea,
said it was good for us.
Sultana came through the door
looking pale once again,
thoroughly his wife.
Oftentimes I saw them out front
peeling tobacco leaves one by one,
a group of sisters smiling.
One time the mule got loose
and I led him home by the rope,
fed him apples in the afternoon.
Their children sat out on the roof
watched us through the window,
told the village how foreigners make love.
Poetry Ought to be FUN
T-Bird at the Gila River
"Advice: learn poems so that you don't have to
write them or rather, they write themselves.
Strategies are useless testimonials."
- The Book of Warnings, D. Whitehead
This pretty life is death's comma
and we are between, constructing
the darkest layer in the top soils
over which the eagle flies
with the owl, as same as the bug.
Once I stood on a reservation
for our tribes and thought.
The wild wisdoms entered
like drugs with the cackle
of gypsies and caw of old birds
into the earth's big recorder.
When suddenly! Like that!
The newest grand canyon opened
her secret vaults to receive
the sound and reek of vomit from the throat
of a drunkard who turned in and then sped away.
Ah, the stories the rocks will tell!
**************
...or sexy albeit not too much muchness of that:
The Erotic Life
Should have written it down
instead of wreaking havoc
yet the other self says keep trying.
Once Haj 'brahim drank the ashes
of his cigarette from his tea,
said it was good for us.
Sultana came through the door
looking pale once again,
thoroughly his wife.
Oftentimes I saw them out front
peeling tobacco leaves one by one,
a group of sisters smiling.
One time the mule got loose
and I led him home by the rope,
fed him apples in the afternoon.
Their children sat out on the roof
watched us through the window,
told the village how foreigners make love.
28.6.10
UFOS Provide Relief to Worried Onlookers
Anselm Berrigan is the most boring poet alive today. That he is the son of the pair Notley and Berrigan ought to be a strong indicator of what went wrong.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Poetry it seems, skips a generation or at least it ought to.
For instance, I never wanted to be a miner or housewife. As a poet I wanted to witness those things for the future generations of my own children and perhaps the children of some other folks. And certainly if any of my children want to be professional full time poets I will tell them, get a real job. The poetry is only what is left over and not something as Anselm states in his vimeo appearance over at Silliland, dynastic entitlement.
Being a poet is one of those things in life that still, regardess of the faux generation we have here, resists dynasties and dynastic 'entitlement'. On the inside anyway and anyone can hear that if they are able to stomach the entire video reading given.
I so wanted to c ufo n dstnce 2 brak mntnnee.
Anselm Berrigan is the most boring poet alive today. That he is the son of the pair Notley and Berrigan ought to be a strong indicator of what went wrong.
What do you want to be when you grow up? Poetry it seems, skips a generation or at least it ought to.
For instance, I never wanted to be a miner or housewife. As a poet I wanted to witness those things for the future generations of my own children and perhaps the children of some other folks. And certainly if any of my children want to be professional full time poets I will tell them, get a real job. The poetry is only what is left over and not something as Anselm states in his vimeo appearance over at Silliland, dynastic entitlement.
Being a poet is one of those things in life that still, regardess of the faux generation we have here, resists dynasties and dynastic 'entitlement'. On the inside anyway and anyone can hear that if they are able to stomach the entire video reading given.
I so wanted to c ufo n dstnce 2 brak mntnnee.
26.6.10
Duoderm to Duoderm & as in Dust
One sore can be kept open
deliberately for at least one
year or more by gently
debriding the scab at first
daily then weekly
reviving the particulars.
The open wound is deliberately
left as such in order to produce
the by-product pus
which is an antigen-containing
super substance and that
which sinners consume in hell.
Ampersand why not!
in comfort zones,
The National Biscuit Company
devised traditional meta,
meconium babies delivered
with tuning forks and tweezers
and ready to suck, not chew
but swallow and valves,
circuits and sensors
with schematics pre-loaded
wanted some, hard wired
for sugars and fat.
% - wise, we consider
the use of polymers,
enzymatic digestants
to be civilization
which in one case
the author declared Ice
and that made sense too.
Good food takes time.
One sore can be kept open
deliberately for at least one
year or more by gently
debriding the scab at first
daily then weekly
reviving the particulars.
The open wound is deliberately
left as such in order to produce
the by-product pus
which is an antigen-containing
super substance and that
which sinners consume in hell.
Ampersand why not!
in comfort zones,
The National Biscuit Company
devised traditional meta,
meconium babies delivered
with tuning forks and tweezers
and ready to suck, not chew
but swallow and valves,
circuits and sensors
with schematics pre-loaded
wanted some, hard wired
for sugars and fat.
% - wise, we consider
the use of polymers,
enzymatic digestants
to be civilization
which in one case
the author declared Ice
and that made sense too.
Good food takes time.
22.6.10
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?
Army Spc. Christian Adams
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?
Army Spc. Christian Adams
20.6.10
Do This
No two ways about it, it has to be pulled.
Terror stricken and three hours away from
that destiny with three hours worth of destiny
to meander through before that.
Isn't it always so and a busy week ahead,
the beast belching from the belly
of the whale, submerged in the darkness.
Is it this one? Details forthcoming.
Certainly, you will understand it after some time. (Qur'an, 38:88)
http://ululate.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-re-re-re.html
..interesting reading about some poetry get together or another "back east" most likely and isn't that job number one? The back easties tend to harbor old ties and build new resentments, the empire is shrinking all the time. It got the Ottoman's down too didn't it? One might look there.
Here's the problem, no one is listening to the likes of us at all. Bickering and snickering in their crowds. Something is happening all the time in this world, contagious state of affairs in which women are cut in half and disappeared, oh sweetMagnifico. Still, no one pays attention to those who can indeed read the signs, interpret the trends or if so, it is only a few and they get it from the very start of the conversation, more or less.
All I know is this, one brother is gone and the other is waiting to come home, get out and suspicious deaths at Minot have bred the type of fear that we handle carefully, we know how the future comes bearing down in individual terms that are discussed amongst our kind with tender animosity. Is this why he cannot sleep anymore, why he woke up panting?
Peace be upon the families of the fallen. Peace be upon his twin and his wife, our daughter. Our lives become one and we hope for the Supervision of Allah throughout our Destiny.
No two ways about it, it has to be pulled.
Terror stricken and three hours away from
that destiny with three hours worth of destiny
to meander through before that.
Isn't it always so and a busy week ahead,
the beast belching from the belly
of the whale, submerged in the darkness.
Is it this one? Details forthcoming.
Certainly, you will understand it after some time. (Qur'an, 38:88)
http://ululate.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-re-re-re.html
..interesting reading about some poetry get together or another "back east" most likely and isn't that job number one? The back easties tend to harbor old ties and build new resentments, the empire is shrinking all the time. It got the Ottoman's down too didn't it? One might look there.
Here's the problem, no one is listening to the likes of us at all. Bickering and snickering in their crowds. Something is happening all the time in this world, contagious state of affairs in which women are cut in half and disappeared, oh sweetMagnifico. Still, no one pays attention to those who can indeed read the signs, interpret the trends or if so, it is only a few and they get it from the very start of the conversation, more or less.
All I know is this, one brother is gone and the other is waiting to come home, get out and suspicious deaths at Minot have bred the type of fear that we handle carefully, we know how the future comes bearing down in individual terms that are discussed amongst our kind with tender animosity. Is this why he cannot sleep anymore, why he woke up panting?
Peace be upon the families of the fallen. Peace be upon his twin and his wife, our daughter. Our lives become one and we hope for the Supervision of Allah throughout our Destiny.
http://www.facebook.com/#!/profile.php?id=100000768984071&ref=ts
http://www.svherald.com/content/news/2010/06/15/sierra-vista-soldier-dies-afghanistan
http://www.minot.af.mil/news/story.asp?id=123133486
The last death at Minot was early May 2010. Minot is considered the third largest nuclear power in the world, North Dakota and what I've learned is to not take any of this for granted especially when it comes in twos or threes. Singular events much more difficult to decipher.
Destiny rears her probable head in our direction more often than not.
8.6.10
The story of Yusef, the prophet commemorated in the Quran with his own Sura:
Several parts and go to You Tube to collect the other parts subtitled in English from Al Kawther TV.
Several parts and go to You Tube to collect the other parts subtitled in English from Al Kawther TV.
7.6.10
1.6.10
From the Leader of the Resistance to You, Israel is on the verge of a nervous breakdown
http://english.moqawama.org/essaydetails.php?eid=11179&cid=231
"God willing, we are able to target any vessels heading for any port on the Palestinian shore, from north to the farthest point south. We are able to target and hit these ships. And we are determined to enter this new field in the confrontation if they surrounded our coast (...). When the world sees how these vessels can be destroyed in the territorial waters of occupied Palestine, no one will dare go there in the same way they are prevented from reaching our shores."
The fact of the matter for those not in the personal loop of Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah, the honorable secretary general of the most powerful army on earth, when he comments on the deterioration of Israeli will, power and influence in the Mid East and in the minds not only of others but their own ravaged and panicked conscience as a country, Israel goes to strange lengths to create a media sensation in order to demonstrate it's bully power on the high seas. And fails miserably. Most Americans are unaware of the rhetoric that has been passed back and forth between Israel and the Resistance Commander. When a person does know however, the attack day before yesterday takes on a new glow, makes new sense and new nonsense.
His commentary on recent Israeli threats to the seaports of Lebanon directly relate to the horrendous massacre perpetrated by Israel against a feeble ship and crew of a charity mission boat. This, like the assassination of Rafik Hariri on Valentines Day 2005, were indirect assaults on the most powerful army of freedom fighters in the world, Hezbollah. It is an indirect and maniacal assault on what Israel can hit and not what it can. In other words, they picked on someone's baby sister by attacking the Flotilla, not just their kid sister.
He also joked that if Israel attacks Lebanese ships, he will not only attack Israeli ships but will close their ports completely but added, "If any Israelis want to flee Israel, we'll make sure they have a safe journey out of the morass that will no doubt ensue if Israel becomes so nuts it makes it's final deadly mistake.
"In the meantime, no one -dear brothers and sisters- can deny that "Israel" is living an escalating stage of fear and confusion. I don't want to exaggerate and say panic and unawareness. But there is a certain degree of anxiousness and fear expressed by leaders, the "Israeli" press, and the "Israeli" populace. There are confessions of the existence of true, huge, and serious challenges."
"In a word, from the presence of the resistance willpower, and resistance credibility...and the resistance's wider and greater willpower: a political willpower, a cultural willpower, a popular willpower, a military willpower, a security and operational willpower... from the presence of a resistance willpower in Lebanon and Palestine and Syria reaching Iran, and they know this willpower I present, and they also know there exist in correspondence those who are preparing and getting ready and bracing for a certain day. And what worry them most in this equation are the missile capabilities which I will talk about later in the words of Mrs. Clinton, the U.S. Secretary of State. Therefore, we find that at the time when the "Israeli" enemy conducts maneuvers and trainings, it sends delegations to Russia and Europe and America and South Africa and Latin America and to every corner of the globe to offer temptations to prevent these countries from selling weapons to the countries with resistance and steadfastness for fear that the weapons would reach the hands of the resistance fighters. This is first, and second, it utilizes all its friendships and relations so that delegations would come to our countries and our region to pressure Lebanon, Syria, and Palestine, ad so that we don't gain power and attain the willpower for strength. And this is what put Lebanon, in truth, inside the circle of attention."
He mentions Hillary Clinton's concession speech to the Israeli Jews in which she admits that the laws of demographics have superceded any dreamy ideals of a bunch of Zionist losers and I mean losers as in those who are losing something, losing their mission, their vision and with that, their sense of reason:
"A while ago, at an annual or intermittent conference held in the United States called the AIPAC conference, which is among the most important Jewish conferences in the world which brings together the Zionist lobby in the United States of America and is influential and is characteristically strategic, a conference in which American officials give speeches. And among the speakers this year is the American Secretary of State Mrs. Hillary Clinton. A speech of the sort is usually well studied and prepared by all concerned bodies in the American ministry of foreign affairs because it is more an official American stance than it is a complimentary speech.In her speech Clinton addressed the Zionist lobby attendees saying, in summary, " In the face of these unforgiving dynamics of demography, ideology, and technology," (to those educated people and writers and journalists in Lebanon and the Arab world, look what your teacher is saying) "it becomes impossible to entrust our hopes for "Israel's" future in today's status quo." (She addresses Jews and tells them there are three matters developing in the region. Therefore the current status-quo is impossible, "Israel" cannot continue to Judaize Al-Quds and build settlements and sustain its barricade of Gaza and threaten Lebanon and Syria and Iran. Hence, Clinton talks about the demographic factor, and it's evident that it will be an influential factor in the upcoming years, and she says the demographic factor will not allow the establishment of a pure Jewish state on the lands of occupied Palestine, so you are obliged to find a solution; second she touches on politics, the political doctrine and ideology. Listen to Clinton's words and remember the "Israeli" talk about some Arabs who asked them not to withdraw in the year 2000 and not to stop the war in 2006... This is what Clinton says on this subject. "
"To the intellectual, I say the following. This is the view point of Hilary Clinton, and the external American ministry. This is the American evaluation of the situation, not that of President Ahmadi Nejad or anyone from Palestine or Lebanon."
"Rest assured I will not say the things that should not be spoken, nor will anyone else, these will remain as surprises in time of war. If we talk, it is not to make "headlines, the last thing we need" but as part of the between us and the "Israeli." "
http://english.moqawama.org/essaydetails.php?eid=11179&cid=231
"God willing, we are able to target any vessels heading for any port on the Palestinian shore, from north to the farthest point south. We are able to target and hit these ships. And we are determined to enter this new field in the confrontation if they surrounded our coast (...). When the world sees how these vessels can be destroyed in the territorial waters of occupied Palestine, no one will dare go there in the same way they are prevented from reaching our shores."
The fact of the matter for those not in the personal loop of Sayyed Hassan Nasrallah, the honorable secretary general of the most powerful army on earth, when he comments on the deterioration of Israeli will, power and influence in the Mid East and in the minds not only of others but their own ravaged and panicked conscience as a country, Israel goes to strange lengths to create a media sensation in order to demonstrate it's bully power on the high seas. And fails miserably. Most Americans are unaware of the rhetoric that has been passed back and forth between Israel and the Resistance Commander. When a person does know however, the attack day before yesterday takes on a new glow, makes new sense and new nonsense.
His commentary on recent Israeli threats to the seaports of Lebanon directly relate to the horrendous massacre perpetrated by Israel against a feeble ship and crew of a charity mission boat. This, like the assassination of Rafik Hariri on Valentines Day 2005, were indirect assaults on the most powerful army of freedom fighters in the world, Hezbollah. It is an indirect and maniacal assault on what Israel can hit and not what it can. In other words, they picked on someone's baby sister by attacking the Flotilla, not just their kid sister.
He also joked that if Israel attacks Lebanese ships, he will not only attack Israeli ships but will close their ports completely but added, "If any Israelis want to flee Israel, we'll make sure they have a safe journey out of the morass that will no doubt ensue if Israel becomes so nuts it makes it's final deadly mistake.
"In the meantime, no one -dear brothers and sisters- can deny that "Israel" is living an escalating stage of fear and confusion. I don't want to exaggerate and say panic and unawareness. But there is a certain degree of anxiousness and fear expressed by leaders, the "Israeli" press, and the "Israeli" populace. There are confessions of the existence of true, huge, and serious challenges."
"In a word, from the presence of the resistance willpower, and resistance credibility...and the resistance's wider and greater willpower: a political willpower, a cultural willpower, a popular willpower, a military willpower, a security and operational willpower... from the presence of a resistance willpower in Lebanon and Palestine and Syria reaching Iran, and they know this willpower I present, and they also know there exist in correspondence those who are preparing and getting ready and bracing for a certain day. And what worry them most in this equation are the missile capabilities which I will talk about later in the words of Mrs. Clinton, the U.S. Secretary of State. Therefore, we find that at the time when the "Israeli" enemy conducts maneuvers and trainings, it sends delegations to Russia and Europe and America and South Africa and Latin America and to every corner of the globe to offer temptations to prevent these countries from selling weapons to the countries with resistance and steadfastness for fear that the weapons would reach the hands of the resistance fighters. This is first, and second, it utilizes all its friendships and relations so that delegations would come to our countries and our region to pressure Lebanon, Syria, and Palestine, ad so that we don't gain power and attain the willpower for strength. And this is what put Lebanon, in truth, inside the circle of attention."
He mentions Hillary Clinton's concession speech to the Israeli Jews in which she admits that the laws of demographics have superceded any dreamy ideals of a bunch of Zionist losers and I mean losers as in those who are losing something, losing their mission, their vision and with that, their sense of reason:
"A while ago, at an annual or intermittent conference held in the United States called the AIPAC conference, which is among the most important Jewish conferences in the world which brings together the Zionist lobby in the United States of America and is influential and is characteristically strategic, a conference in which American officials give speeches. And among the speakers this year is the American Secretary of State Mrs. Hillary Clinton. A speech of the sort is usually well studied and prepared by all concerned bodies in the American ministry of foreign affairs because it is more an official American stance than it is a complimentary speech.In her speech Clinton addressed the Zionist lobby attendees saying, in summary, " In the face of these unforgiving dynamics of demography, ideology, and technology," (to those educated people and writers and journalists in Lebanon and the Arab world, look what your teacher is saying) "it becomes impossible to entrust our hopes for "Israel's" future in today's status quo." (She addresses Jews and tells them there are three matters developing in the region. Therefore the current status-quo is impossible, "Israel" cannot continue to Judaize Al-Quds and build settlements and sustain its barricade of Gaza and threaten Lebanon and Syria and Iran. Hence, Clinton talks about the demographic factor, and it's evident that it will be an influential factor in the upcoming years, and she says the demographic factor will not allow the establishment of a pure Jewish state on the lands of occupied Palestine, so you are obliged to find a solution; second she touches on politics, the political doctrine and ideology. Listen to Clinton's words and remember the "Israeli" talk about some Arabs who asked them not to withdraw in the year 2000 and not to stop the war in 2006... This is what Clinton says on this subject. "
"To the intellectual, I say the following. This is the view point of Hilary Clinton, and the external American ministry. This is the American evaluation of the situation, not that of President Ahmadi Nejad or anyone from Palestine or Lebanon."
"Rest assured I will not say the things that should not be spoken, nor will anyone else, these will remain as surprises in time of war. If we talk, it is not to make "headlines, the last thing we need" but as part of the between us and the "Israeli." "
THE SHAMEFUL ISRAELI DOGS OF WAR ARE NOW RABID and "considering yesterday's news about "Israeli" nuclear submarines being stationed in the Gulf, the world must react quickly and severely. "Israel" is now officially mad and deadly. The Jewish State is not just careless about human life, as we have been following the "Israeli" press campaign leading to the slaughter, "Israel" actually seeks pleasure in inflicting pain and devastation on others," Gilad Atzmon, in March of 2010, Information Clearing House.
America can no longer afford to be either friendly or ignorant of Israeli aggressions against the Palestinians and world peace and prosperity. They are everyone's enemies, everyone's disaster.
How to "turn up" dead. Name yourself, Rachel Corrie.
Israel Massacres 20 civilians and KIDNAPS the survivors in a brutal and unprovoked act of piracy in International waters. News outlets continue to lie about the number of dead who are described as victims who END UP DEAD in an attack that TURNED VIOLENT. Shit, this was going to be violent from the get go and what on earth would they be doing with PAINT GUNS in the first place? That's utterly ridiculous and an obvious ploy to be utilized in the contrivance that was contrived in the board rooms of the elite Zionist entity which has more blood on its hands than Atilla the Hun. The language used by the Israeli controlled media is sickening. Furthermore, to state that the blockade is in response to a "Hamas takeover" is not only lying but against everything America and its allies stand for. Hamas was ELECTED to lead the impoverished and terrorized citizens of Palestine who have been left in a state of siege for over fifty years with the aid and support and so called 'friendship' of the United States. With friends like that, who needs enemies?
The Israeli ambassador to the US has a lot of balls to admit that "a hundred trucks a day" are allowed into Gaza which has a population of nearly 2 million people by most counts. That's not enough trucks to provide the necessities of daily life to a hundred thousand people let alone two million. What a piece of dogshit that guy is with his American accent. I mean, I thought that ambassadors to the US have at least a little of their home country in them...but that just isn't the case. Israel isn't about Jews, it's a bunch of Zionist terrorists who use religion to justify the alarming theft of a piece of land that belonged to the Palestinians for centuries and STILL DOES.
The REAL Israeli blockade keeps Palestinians on their toes by gum! Four kilos per person over the past six months...now that's about how much trash I throw out in a 24 hour period MINUS the actual stuff we eat, use for hygeine purposes, etc.
http://rt.com/Top_News/2010-05-30/gaza-palestine-blockade-kevorkova.html
This bullshit about how they would hand carry the aid to the poor prisoners of Israel is so stinky I can smell it all the way over here, pew!
"The Israeli army claims there is enough of everything in Gaza. The army allowed 156,000 tons of humanitarian cargo into the strip over the past six months. That’s 4 kilograms per person.
“Look at what you consume and compare the figures. The hospitals are the worst. We brought in a little medicine – over 30 boxes. We realized this was like a drop in the ocean. The hospital didn’t even have enough paper – the doctors wrote medical records on tiny scraps. There was no electricity, and this was before the last war.”
Water turned out to be Gaza’s biggest problem.
“Gaza gets its water from earth layers close to the surface. It’s milk of lime, essentially, and it contains harmful substances. This means children who drink this water are prone to disease and the child mortality rate is very high. Only Israel gets its water from the deeper layers. The reservoirs were empty. Doctors told me the water had caused multiple cases of cancer, kidney and respiratory system diseases among children. It’s absolutely impossible to live in Gaza from the sanitation point of view. Seniors and children can’t leave the strip to get treated – they can’t go to Israel or Egypt.”"
"Israeli" forces attacked on Monday dawn the international Freedom Flotilla humanitarian aid convoy to the besieged Gaza Strip, resulting in at least 20 martyrs and leaving more than 50 injured." From the Moqawama site and we all know, Hezbollah sources do not lie. Not when they report on their own failures and not when they report on casualties and most certainly not when they promise to eradicate Zionism from the map of human history forever.
Robert Fisk relates, "It is a fact that it is ordinary people, activists, call them what you will, who now take decisions to change events" by boarding ships like the MV Rachel Corrie (named after the American citizen bull dozed to death on purpose by the IDF) in an attempt to break the siege on Gaza where Israel is denying the right of the citizens of Palestine to rebuild their homes and businesses shattered by the brutal Israeli war crime that according to the Goldstone Report, is classified as a war crime in every definition of the word 'war crime'. According to Mr. Fisk and most other human beings with one iota of common sense attribute the acts of ordinary folks to the gutless activity of American politicians who if they wanted to could change this situation through a simple UN resolution and a few sanctions...the type that the US has reserved for a group of second class citizens throughout the world known as muslims and Islamic states in typical acts of Western racist anti Islamicism.
Israel attacks the ship in an attempt to deny not only the human rights of the people who were to recieve the much needed aid but also denies the human rights of the citizens of the world to provide shelter, aid, food and hope to the millions of affected Palestinians in a strip of land so small you could fit it inside of New York City.
Death to Israel, death the Zionist entity. Long live the resistance of all souls against this state which not only mocks the United States but has obviously thumbed its nose at our president, Barak HOSSEIN Obama.
http://irishingaza.wordpress.com/2010/05/15/mv-rachel-corrie-sets-sail/
"Iranian President, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad considered that the "Israeli" attack on the Freedom Flotilla convoy is shameful, referring that this Zionist entity survives on killing. "
Shameful is an understatement.
America can no longer afford to be either friendly or ignorant of Israeli aggressions against the Palestinians and world peace and prosperity. They are everyone's enemies, everyone's disaster.
How to "turn up" dead. Name yourself, Rachel Corrie.
Israel Massacres 20 civilians and KIDNAPS the survivors in a brutal and unprovoked act of piracy in International waters. News outlets continue to lie about the number of dead who are described as victims who END UP DEAD in an attack that TURNED VIOLENT. Shit, this was going to be violent from the get go and what on earth would they be doing with PAINT GUNS in the first place? That's utterly ridiculous and an obvious ploy to be utilized in the contrivance that was contrived in the board rooms of the elite Zionist entity which has more blood on its hands than Atilla the Hun. The language used by the Israeli controlled media is sickening. Furthermore, to state that the blockade is in response to a "Hamas takeover" is not only lying but against everything America and its allies stand for. Hamas was ELECTED to lead the impoverished and terrorized citizens of Palestine who have been left in a state of siege for over fifty years with the aid and support and so called 'friendship' of the United States. With friends like that, who needs enemies?
The Israeli ambassador to the US has a lot of balls to admit that "a hundred trucks a day" are allowed into Gaza which has a population of nearly 2 million people by most counts. That's not enough trucks to provide the necessities of daily life to a hundred thousand people let alone two million. What a piece of dogshit that guy is with his American accent. I mean, I thought that ambassadors to the US have at least a little of their home country in them...but that just isn't the case. Israel isn't about Jews, it's a bunch of Zionist terrorists who use religion to justify the alarming theft of a piece of land that belonged to the Palestinians for centuries and STILL DOES.
The REAL Israeli blockade keeps Palestinians on their toes by gum! Four kilos per person over the past six months...now that's about how much trash I throw out in a 24 hour period MINUS the actual stuff we eat, use for hygeine purposes, etc.
http://rt.com/Top_News/2010-05-30/gaza-palestine-blockade-kevorkova.html
This bullshit about how they would hand carry the aid to the poor prisoners of Israel is so stinky I can smell it all the way over here, pew!
"The Israeli army claims there is enough of everything in Gaza. The army allowed 156,000 tons of humanitarian cargo into the strip over the past six months. That’s 4 kilograms per person.
“Look at what you consume and compare the figures. The hospitals are the worst. We brought in a little medicine – over 30 boxes. We realized this was like a drop in the ocean. The hospital didn’t even have enough paper – the doctors wrote medical records on tiny scraps. There was no electricity, and this was before the last war.”
Water turned out to be Gaza’s biggest problem.
“Gaza gets its water from earth layers close to the surface. It’s milk of lime, essentially, and it contains harmful substances. This means children who drink this water are prone to disease and the child mortality rate is very high. Only Israel gets its water from the deeper layers. The reservoirs were empty. Doctors told me the water had caused multiple cases of cancer, kidney and respiratory system diseases among children. It’s absolutely impossible to live in Gaza from the sanitation point of view. Seniors and children can’t leave the strip to get treated – they can’t go to Israel or Egypt.”"
"Israeli" forces attacked on Monday dawn the international Freedom Flotilla humanitarian aid convoy to the besieged Gaza Strip, resulting in at least 20 martyrs and leaving more than 50 injured." From the Moqawama site and we all know, Hezbollah sources do not lie. Not when they report on their own failures and not when they report on casualties and most certainly not when they promise to eradicate Zionism from the map of human history forever.
Robert Fisk relates, "It is a fact that it is ordinary people, activists, call them what you will, who now take decisions to change events" by boarding ships like the MV Rachel Corrie (named after the American citizen bull dozed to death on purpose by the IDF) in an attempt to break the siege on Gaza where Israel is denying the right of the citizens of Palestine to rebuild their homes and businesses shattered by the brutal Israeli war crime that according to the Goldstone Report, is classified as a war crime in every definition of the word 'war crime'. According to Mr. Fisk and most other human beings with one iota of common sense attribute the acts of ordinary folks to the gutless activity of American politicians who if they wanted to could change this situation through a simple UN resolution and a few sanctions...the type that the US has reserved for a group of second class citizens throughout the world known as muslims and Islamic states in typical acts of Western racist anti Islamicism.
Israel attacks the ship in an attempt to deny not only the human rights of the people who were to recieve the much needed aid but also denies the human rights of the citizens of the world to provide shelter, aid, food and hope to the millions of affected Palestinians in a strip of land so small you could fit it inside of New York City.
Death to Israel, death the Zionist entity. Long live the resistance of all souls against this state which not only mocks the United States but has obviously thumbed its nose at our president, Barak HOSSEIN Obama.
http://irishingaza.wordpress.com/2010/05/15/mv-rachel-corrie-sets-sail/
"Iranian President, Mahmoud Ahmadinejad considered that the "Israeli" attack on the Freedom Flotilla convoy is shameful, referring that this Zionist entity survives on killing. "
Shameful is an understatement.
17.5.10
11.5.10
Charles Drive
"Isa (Jesus Christ, SA) said, 'I saw a stone on which was written, "Turn me over", so I turned it over. Written on the other side was "Whoever does not act by what he knows will be doomed by seeking what he does not know, and his own knowledge will be turned against him." "
Tragedy is coming to you
it said, the light on the machine
winks conspiratorily, his legs
swollen and the odor of urine
forms a cradle of distraction
where he lay. Have you ever
sat silently for real, just listened?
He didn't want to either,
it just happened, his dime wobbled.
The neighborhood looked empty
but that was a lie too, each cabin
occupied or in transition pried open,
the contents fall onto the sidewalk
in little pieces are picked
up again and again, the same
war stories and temptations.
The curtains move slowly open
in the breezes, how beautifully
the wind treats them. How do
Jupiter Jacks work?
where Esun is the incident
solar radiation, A is albedo of TOA
This is it you said, this is what
might be broke, it surely is
and there aren't enough cables
to stop it when contemplation
rallies a different charge,
talk about the radiation
budget of the sky and a guy
in an office to remark on it
turning out so-so data
until he squats and pisses
like an old man somewhere else.
It's not all that helpful
but pays quite well.
The one vexed volunteer
and patron saint of disaster, a face
you might have seen before
but cannot quite remember
brings soft food twice a day.
She's the right gypsy
so it isn't your turn to lock up,
not this time. The door
clicks and closes so very well,
there's another loose cough down the road
but you'd rather not go there either
and just keep driving
until you are too tired to see
where you already are,
maybe these are the graveyards
no one seems to know.
"Isa (Jesus Christ, SA) said, 'I saw a stone on which was written, "Turn me over", so I turned it over. Written on the other side was "Whoever does not act by what he knows will be doomed by seeking what he does not know, and his own knowledge will be turned against him." "
Tragedy is coming to you
it said, the light on the machine
winks conspiratorily, his legs
swollen and the odor of urine
forms a cradle of distraction
where he lay. Have you ever
sat silently for real, just listened?
He didn't want to either,
it just happened, his dime wobbled.
The neighborhood looked empty
but that was a lie too, each cabin
occupied or in transition pried open,
the contents fall onto the sidewalk
in little pieces are picked
up again and again, the same
war stories and temptations.
The curtains move slowly open
in the breezes, how beautifully
the wind treats them. How do
Jupiter Jacks work?
where Esun is the incident
solar radiation, A is albedo of TOA
This is it you said, this is what
might be broke, it surely is
and there aren't enough cables
to stop it when contemplation
rallies a different charge,
talk about the radiation
budget of the sky and a guy
in an office to remark on it
turning out so-so data
until he squats and pisses
like an old man somewhere else.
It's not all that helpful
but pays quite well.
The one vexed volunteer
and patron saint of disaster, a face
you might have seen before
but cannot quite remember
brings soft food twice a day.
She's the right gypsy
so it isn't your turn to lock up,
not this time. The door
clicks and closes so very well,
there's another loose cough down the road
but you'd rather not go there either
and just keep driving
until you are too tired to see
where you already are,
maybe these are the graveyards
no one seems to know.
9.5.10
Two unbelievably wonderful foreign flicks:
The Song of Sparrows (Iranian with English subtitles)
Bliss (Turkish with English subtitles)
The Song of Sparrows (Iranian with English subtitles)
Bliss (Turkish with English subtitles)
7.5.10
United States of Polytheism
America is not a Christian country nor was it ever really a Monotheistic one. It is decidedly Polytheistic.
So why don't you ever hear it mentioned? There are athiests and monotheists. Catholics and Mormons. Jews and Muslims.
Not a single damn organization decries the rights of Polytheists.
Where there is smoke there's fire and/or smokescreens.
In one article the author suggests that the Pantheon of saints in this Polytheistic society are celebrities who champion various causes which are usually considered 'virtuous' i.e. Farm Aid, Jerry Lewis for MD, etc.
http://www.bettnet.com/blog/index.php/weblog/the_polytheism_of_american_celebrity_culture/
By definition the word 'pluralism' reflects in a rather disengenuous way the fact of the state religion which is and ought to be acknowledged as, Polytheism.
http://www.reformedonline.com/view/reformedonline/polytheism.htm
"The Bible teaches that every nation has a moral obligation to submit to the authority of Jesus Christ and His law. An examination of God’s law, the prophets, the Psalms and the New Testament will prove that political polytheism is immoral. It is an idea that Christians must reject."
Problem is, how about the fact that Christianity itself is polytheistic in nature? How can a polytheist comment on the role of other polytheists? With a few exceptions like the Coptic Christians who are actually Monotheists, Christianity itself admits to the equivocation of Allah with another God head, that of Jesus Christ, peace be upon him. How on earth can anyone accept one polytheistic viewpoint over another then? The answer is, they cannot and the result is polytheism in which there is no authority, no guidance and certainly, no laws that can effectively be upheld and protected. Obviously, in the United States, we are in the midst of that situation and as Ali ibn Abi Taleb once said, "countless victims are crying out against" such an overwhelming travesty in which we literally begin to uphold laws of Polytheism i.e. all things being equal and no one really in the drivers seat either morally or legalistically.
Actually, it is the case that pure pluralism and unadulterated polytheism is the rule of law in the United States but you never hear anyone arguing the case for calling America what it actually is and that would be Polytheistic. The reason being, no one wants to be considered a Polytheist in reality because naturally the connotation of that is one of ignorance in which a Creator becomes redundant. And where does one hide something as big as all of that?
In the open of course. It just isn't mentioned in hopes no one notices the elephant right next to the Lazy Boy recliner.
http://www.credenda.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=75:polytheism-and-polysexuality&catid=48&Itemid=111
"Those Christians who want to allow for “pluralism” in our society, while at the same time rejecting the sexual fruit of all pluralism, are setting themselves up for a long and frustrating task. Pluralism is simply the civic name for polytheism, and once you have polytheism, you don’t have any way to herd the gods together and make them say the same thing. We cannot tell all the gods to strive for likemindedness, like they were good little Christians."
America is not a Christian country nor was it ever really a Monotheistic one. It is decidedly Polytheistic.
So why don't you ever hear it mentioned? There are athiests and monotheists. Catholics and Mormons. Jews and Muslims.
Not a single damn organization decries the rights of Polytheists.
Where there is smoke there's fire and/or smokescreens.
In one article the author suggests that the Pantheon of saints in this Polytheistic society are celebrities who champion various causes which are usually considered 'virtuous' i.e. Farm Aid, Jerry Lewis for MD, etc.
http://www.bettnet.com/blog/index.php/weblog/the_polytheism_of_american_celebrity_culture/
By definition the word 'pluralism' reflects in a rather disengenuous way the fact of the state religion which is and ought to be acknowledged as, Polytheism.
http://www.reformedonline.com/view/reformedonline/polytheism.htm
"The Bible teaches that every nation has a moral obligation to submit to the authority of Jesus Christ and His law. An examination of God’s law, the prophets, the Psalms and the New Testament will prove that political polytheism is immoral. It is an idea that Christians must reject."
Problem is, how about the fact that Christianity itself is polytheistic in nature? How can a polytheist comment on the role of other polytheists? With a few exceptions like the Coptic Christians who are actually Monotheists, Christianity itself admits to the equivocation of Allah with another God head, that of Jesus Christ, peace be upon him. How on earth can anyone accept one polytheistic viewpoint over another then? The answer is, they cannot and the result is polytheism in which there is no authority, no guidance and certainly, no laws that can effectively be upheld and protected. Obviously, in the United States, we are in the midst of that situation and as Ali ibn Abi Taleb once said, "countless victims are crying out against" such an overwhelming travesty in which we literally begin to uphold laws of Polytheism i.e. all things being equal and no one really in the drivers seat either morally or legalistically.
Actually, it is the case that pure pluralism and unadulterated polytheism is the rule of law in the United States but you never hear anyone arguing the case for calling America what it actually is and that would be Polytheistic. The reason being, no one wants to be considered a Polytheist in reality because naturally the connotation of that is one of ignorance in which a Creator becomes redundant. And where does one hide something as big as all of that?
In the open of course. It just isn't mentioned in hopes no one notices the elephant right next to the Lazy Boy recliner.
http://www.credenda.org/index.php?option=com_content&view=article&id=75:polytheism-and-polysexuality&catid=48&Itemid=111
"Those Christians who want to allow for “pluralism” in our society, while at the same time rejecting the sexual fruit of all pluralism, are setting themselves up for a long and frustrating task. Pluralism is simply the civic name for polytheism, and once you have polytheism, you don’t have any way to herd the gods together and make them say the same thing. We cannot tell all the gods to strive for likemindedness, like they were good little Christians."
28.4.10
18.4.10
The New World Order at Sabra and ShatillaLebanese Prime Minister Saad Hariri, center, kicks the ball as Hezbollah lawmaker Ali Mokdad, right, blocks the road along with opposition lawmaker Ibrahim Kenaan, left, during a friendly soccer match played by lawmakers from the Shiite Muslim Hezbollah group and their allies alongside politicians in the Western-backed parliamentary majority at Beirut's Sports City, Lebanon, Tuesday, April 13, 2010. Rival Lebanese politicians took their battles to the playground Tuesday with a friendly soccer match to mark the 35th anniversary of the outbreak of the country's 1975-90 civil war. (AP Photo/Hussein Malla)
17.4.10
The Lote TreeAnd still there is more
Saintpaulia
how tiny you are
the smallest
flower or you are
a dangerous mind
boggling dragon to
pursue us dragging
mysterious around
the dusty old cosmos
how your petals
sparkle and those too
are small and creep
into the outraged eye
like criminals
bright dainty sparkles
the sun comes up
glistening now
in the window
which is also
dangerously small
particularly thin
between the wind
that might have
touched the fragrant
Bouillon of stars
and the air inside
of this cozy container.
How many stars
would it take
to put out
your nuptial glitter?
In comparison
how trite
to see you there
and wonder.
15.4.10
The Discharge
Alright so tomorrow
the plan is capillary
refill, premixed solutions,
answers and denials.
We spoke briefly on the phone
today, left on Patagonia,
hard to bring
it home without
tubes and wires, the bright
lights and clean
dressings, lost socks.
Up and down the halls,
back and forth the elevators,
in and out so many
electronic doors,
might be false morning
but soon we'll know
how long the night
really is, we might
just turn black watching.
Alright so tomorrow
the plan is capillary
refill, premixed solutions,
answers and denials.
We spoke briefly on the phone
today, left on Patagonia,
hard to bring
it home without
tubes and wires, the bright
lights and clean
dressings, lost socks.
Up and down the halls,
back and forth the elevators,
in and out so many
electronic doors,
might be false morning
but soon we'll know
how long the night
really is, we might
just turn black watching.
18.3.10
See Ralph Cry
generous to the dictionary
marble games
oh these days beetle
pets open up
their own doors
and receive alms,
hard fleas, desperate.
Breathtaking snow
these young damned
read the wrong movies
drive in get their boxes
upside down change,
you the summer
balk at all
his wife's new flowers,
preparations are being made.
On my way
the same school bus twice,
a slightly different sun
kindles.
Kind of labile but
wake up with
new tubes and tapes
dangerous walls
hold the packages in.
He cried his chest,
all our injuries
feel tremendously warm,
don't look until it's over.
Small drowner
who are you?
generous to the dictionary
marble games
oh these days beetle
pets open up
their own doors
and receive alms,
hard fleas, desperate.
Breathtaking snow
these young damned
read the wrong movies
drive in get their boxes
upside down change,
you the summer
balk at all
his wife's new flowers,
preparations are being made.
On my way
the same school bus twice,
a slightly different sun
kindles.
Kind of labile but
wake up with
new tubes and tapes
dangerous walls
hold the packages in.
He cried his chest,
all our injuries
feel tremendously warm,
don't look until it's over.
Small drowner
who are you?
12.3.10
Time as Vehicle, anonymous aphorism from the text found at the Thrift Store a few days ago:
For us in the present we utilize time travel in movies for good reason. We seek knowledge by inventing a means to traverse that which is not traversible. In that, our best hopes are dashed and lighted, lies are told and dangers invented inside of plots that twist and turn upon something which is hidden to the mind of the watcher but not to the doer of such un-doable things like Time travel.
Is it knowledge of the past we hope for or explanation of the present? Certainly it couldn't be prediction of the future because to suggest such a thing as travel into the future is far more ridiculous than travel into the past which actually is possible through the documents of history. Therefore, fables are invented so that predictions can be made. Mythological heresies exist in the tame form of maxims such as "To not know history is to repeat it," when in fact, to not know history is the crux of successful false prediction and prophecy. For it is upon this travesty of mythmaking that the tellers of lies find a means of travel into the future and establishing truths before their followers get there (as it is in Time Travel movies themselves). Without one false premise, the whole house of cards falls apart and to obscure this obvious flaw an actual flaw is built into the story.
A perfect example is the movie in which a boy rides in a vehicle (skateboard and DeLorean)toward the future but when he meets himself he discovers that if he knows about it, the whole plot of history will be torn apart. Sadly, it is true that upon this fallacious premise, nations wage war via suggestions about events unknowable not only to the general public but just as unknowable to the priveledged private few who write the scripts, predict the outcomes and manage to make fortunes from those as gullible as us who cry when a protagonist in an MGM production dies of a terminal disease.
For us in the present we utilize time travel in movies for good reason. We seek knowledge by inventing a means to traverse that which is not traversible. In that, our best hopes are dashed and lighted, lies are told and dangers invented inside of plots that twist and turn upon something which is hidden to the mind of the watcher but not to the doer of such un-doable things like Time travel.
Is it knowledge of the past we hope for or explanation of the present? Certainly it couldn't be prediction of the future because to suggest such a thing as travel into the future is far more ridiculous than travel into the past which actually is possible through the documents of history. Therefore, fables are invented so that predictions can be made. Mythological heresies exist in the tame form of maxims such as "To not know history is to repeat it," when in fact, to not know history is the crux of successful false prediction and prophecy. For it is upon this travesty of mythmaking that the tellers of lies find a means of travel into the future and establishing truths before their followers get there (as it is in Time Travel movies themselves). Without one false premise, the whole house of cards falls apart and to obscure this obvious flaw an actual flaw is built into the story.
A perfect example is the movie in which a boy rides in a vehicle (skateboard and DeLorean)toward the future but when he meets himself he discovers that if he knows about it, the whole plot of history will be torn apart. Sadly, it is true that upon this fallacious premise, nations wage war via suggestions about events unknowable not only to the general public but just as unknowable to the priveledged private few who write the scripts, predict the outcomes and manage to make fortunes from those as gullible as us who cry when a protagonist in an MGM production dies of a terminal disease.
Creation, Anonymous Aphorism
The creation is with truth created and created it is by the Creator who is known by many other names including the Originator because in essence that is the definition of creation.
Without signs in the creation there is no knowledge of the creation and therefore, signs are manifest as a gift from the Creator along with the tools to recognize the signs themselves and their inherent, obvious and unobvious meanings.
If we are to recognize these signs there must be a means for translating existence into context and for that reason Allah must have established Time as a resting place for both the signs and their hidden and unhidden congruent and incongruent meanings.
The creation cannot be held in equivalence with the Creator for obvious reasons. The Creator does not demand the existence of the creation however the creation demands the existence of the Creator for its meaning, signs and presence. Without a Creator there ceases to be a need for the creation and this is where modernity fails to explain a variety of things about life all the while it tries desperately to do so through psychology, science, spirituality, athiesm, luck and logic to name a few. There is no end point to this affair until such a time that a person succumbs to the idea that their own existence depends on the creation itself which in turn depends on the role of the Creator.
Knowledge is finite (in Time) even when it is infinite (beyond Time) and even when it appears to have reached it’s endpoint because knowledge is a possession not a trait. It can only be awarded through seeking it honestly and can only be removed through disability of the seeker, mutilation of the information by others utilizing a type of magic which encourages the seeker to acquiesce to such trickery or denial of the existence of Truth. Therefore, knowledge depends on both Truth and Time but does not depend on the finitude or infinitude of itself but rather the other way around. Truth then does not depend on knowledge and it is exactly that measure of certitude in anything at all that leads a seeker forward or backward either toward the goal or away from it. The goal being Truth, the mechanism being Knowledge, the vehicle Time.
Seekers who follow the wrong paths on the way to knowledge will inevitably either go back to find out where they become lost, will give up and rest at the point where progress is no longer possible or will fall off the ledge completely to their own physical and/or spiritual death (by ‘going back’ on their initial promise to seek knowledge honestly). Knowledge does have an endpoint but it cannot be fathomed by human eyes because the trap of knowing enough is as bad as not knowing enough. Knowing too much (arrogance) for one’s own good is a false precaution in a world that has far more opportunities for learning that it has moments or mankind to find them. Knowledge and the extent of knowledge knows only one limitation and that would be where it meets with Truth and in essence, becomes Truth and no longer resembles mere knowledge (of which so much is made and rightly so). There has to be a limit upon knowledge then but only for the fact that it ceases to exist in the presence of Truth which for the purposes of defining it must either be infinitely large or infinitely small or both. It is the case obviously that Truth's border with Knowledge stands at the gates of Death because Death is by far the most known and unknown thing mankind understands.
Arrogance is linked to Ignorance in tune, tone and meaning for good reason.
The creation is with truth created and created it is by the Creator who is known by many other names including the Originator because in essence that is the definition of creation.
Without signs in the creation there is no knowledge of the creation and therefore, signs are manifest as a gift from the Creator along with the tools to recognize the signs themselves and their inherent, obvious and unobvious meanings.
If we are to recognize these signs there must be a means for translating existence into context and for that reason Allah must have established Time as a resting place for both the signs and their hidden and unhidden congruent and incongruent meanings.
The creation cannot be held in equivalence with the Creator for obvious reasons. The Creator does not demand the existence of the creation however the creation demands the existence of the Creator for its meaning, signs and presence. Without a Creator there ceases to be a need for the creation and this is where modernity fails to explain a variety of things about life all the while it tries desperately to do so through psychology, science, spirituality, athiesm, luck and logic to name a few. There is no end point to this affair until such a time that a person succumbs to the idea that their own existence depends on the creation itself which in turn depends on the role of the Creator.
Knowledge is finite (in Time) even when it is infinite (beyond Time) and even when it appears to have reached it’s endpoint because knowledge is a possession not a trait. It can only be awarded through seeking it honestly and can only be removed through disability of the seeker, mutilation of the information by others utilizing a type of magic which encourages the seeker to acquiesce to such trickery or denial of the existence of Truth. Therefore, knowledge depends on both Truth and Time but does not depend on the finitude or infinitude of itself but rather the other way around. Truth then does not depend on knowledge and it is exactly that measure of certitude in anything at all that leads a seeker forward or backward either toward the goal or away from it. The goal being Truth, the mechanism being Knowledge, the vehicle Time.
Seekers who follow the wrong paths on the way to knowledge will inevitably either go back to find out where they become lost, will give up and rest at the point where progress is no longer possible or will fall off the ledge completely to their own physical and/or spiritual death (by ‘going back’ on their initial promise to seek knowledge honestly). Knowledge does have an endpoint but it cannot be fathomed by human eyes because the trap of knowing enough is as bad as not knowing enough. Knowing too much (arrogance) for one’s own good is a false precaution in a world that has far more opportunities for learning that it has moments or mankind to find them. Knowledge and the extent of knowledge knows only one limitation and that would be where it meets with Truth and in essence, becomes Truth and no longer resembles mere knowledge (of which so much is made and rightly so). There has to be a limit upon knowledge then but only for the fact that it ceases to exist in the presence of Truth which for the purposes of defining it must either be infinitely large or infinitely small or both. It is the case obviously that Truth's border with Knowledge stands at the gates of Death because Death is by far the most known and unknown thing mankind understands.
So much must then depend on Time and the constraints of Time. As part of the creation, the Creator is not dependent upon Time nor subject to the willful nature of Time as a subtractive and subjective process, in other words, a continual process of loss. To lose time means to lose the chance to have knowledge and therefore Death intervenes and prevents and is feared.
Arrogance is linked to Ignorance in tune, tone and meaning for good reason.
He Pointed To Her Picture
Disease embellishes those with resignation
and poverty the garment upon which it is
worn or worn out even though there are ample
lesions into the body that the wondrous
bandages might destroy by filling
the measurements in as days go by,
no one can recover the last few pieces.
There are poems about birds and love,
poems about poems and even about words
but few indeed are the poems about
the unfortunate lot waiting in their rooms
for the caregivers to arrive with washclothes
who will try to remove the stink and prepare
the bedside tables for the long afternoons
in the prison of stroke and trouble.
Disease embellishes those with resignation
and poverty the garment upon which it is
worn or worn out even though there are ample
lesions into the body that the wondrous
bandages might destroy by filling
the measurements in as days go by,
no one can recover the last few pieces.
There are poems about birds and love,
poems about poems and even about words
but few indeed are the poems about
the unfortunate lot waiting in their rooms
for the caregivers to arrive with washclothes
who will try to remove the stink and prepare
the bedside tables for the long afternoons
in the prison of stroke and trouble.
10.3.10
Wrong
The mechanism is too big to manage,
to small to see, uncover
the wound it makes, wet
pulled together samples of
raw meat organized to crave,
to suckle and eliminate,
in other words, to coagulate.
However small, however light
such omnivores, the brilliant
conductors of search and rescue
chant their silent sermon
one crunch after another.
Take one or two, the pile
will continue and recover,
the legend will have
a share and though it is
dress rehearsal,
the remedial dose
given to the father
will hone in on the son
and make little difference.
Too late is afterall, too late.
Although sympathy is in order
repugnance shows up sooner
and with that confusing aroma,
the devil's name is despondence.
One nanosecond of hell is worse
than hell to the cautious
who remain wary and patient,
better yet than never.
what if?
rather than when.
The mechanism is too big to manage,
to small to see, uncover
the wound it makes, wet
pulled together samples of
raw meat organized to crave,
to suckle and eliminate,
in other words, to coagulate.
However small, however light
such omnivores, the brilliant
conductors of search and rescue
chant their silent sermon
one crunch after another.
Take one or two, the pile
will continue and recover,
the legend will have
a share and though it is
dress rehearsal,
the remedial dose
given to the father
will hone in on the son
and make little difference.
Too late is afterall, too late.
Although sympathy is in order
repugnance shows up sooner
and with that confusing aroma,
the devil's name is despondence.
One nanosecond of hell is worse
than hell to the cautious
who remain wary and patient,
better yet than never.
what if?
rather than when.
5.3.10
4.3.10
1.3.10
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