Deployment

If we or "they" no I
could say anything we wanted
no tried to or rather
rain drops through the gutter
keep time
our family said deployment
not "our" but maybe this
mind takes over every time
but it is not the same one
the sun comes up
it is summer now
to speak of seeds
without rules
those that are there
in the corner
the far corner
one by one
each in place
before they take off
tests put into the skin
by lifting
the bevel just right
light catches the tip
low dead space
eyes closed see
boxes for some reason
it is tuesday now
certainly it is tuesday
for some reason
we call it tuesday
these people say deploy
and flash flood warning
a bride walks by
the little drops move
down the hill toward
a lake somewhere
there are all these lakes
in this town
there are only birds
left behind
Hum-
mingbird
you
come
by
fast
and deploy
on monday
certainly monday
is for strangers
and hearts
kisses for Mary
so many kisses
her eyes are cornflower
do you know son
the color of cornflowers
the history of that
hummingbird and by friday
she will marry
but this is tuesday
certainly
we know summer
only lasts so long
happy hot he said
he said happy hot
he said mom it is happy hot
and he said except
and he kisses Mary
and he said to me once
I will buy you
a purple necklace
come back all the time
he will come back all the time
but the only things
I could ever keep safe were
that necklace
those seeds
and his old dimes.

Over 246 million hits...views...followers...whatever. Postsecret blogspot, believe it or not was the first link I ever posted for carmen....my dearly departed calico cat. And all these years and wars later, it's still one very special blog to millions of people who want to say something very important to anyone that will take a moment to read the postcards that they send in.


http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

Deus ex machina


Flight

The exact moment
you disappeared
from the radar
a night sky stripped
from stars
when reflections stop
the banter between themselves.
I, just awake
one world still
open to the next.

Were you coming or going?



Chico. Such a great person and gentle soul. He was/is really like that and one of my fondest memories from the high school setting. It's all there and his promoter at that time was/is the father of my niece, Jasper Moon. He was a year ahead of me in High School and a mentor in Mr. Turner's art classes. I ran into him some time back at the Greyhound station in Tucson Arizona where my daughter also ran into her husband Lenzo, the father of my first grandchild Hassan. What really fascinates me about this artist is that he willed this for himself and he wills these things into action. It is almost as if he caused these things to happen but did he really? The mystery of these incidental amusements contains whole histories of the world. My favorites are the trees. What I would give to see one of Chico's trees and step in the pools that surround it.

An interview with the fantastic robotic performance artist:

http://www.researchchannel.org/prog/displayevent.aspx?fID=569&rID=2027



Sculpture, Sixteen Birds:



More great Chico lore:



Tumbling Man



Forest of Totem Poles, video

http://amorphicrobotworks.org/works/forest/video.mov

Totemobile

http://amorphicrobotworks.org/works/ttm/video.mov

Well if you can read an Arabic newspaper...yer lucky. Seems that the protests in Iran stopped on Saturday yet...the US media is showing the same footage over and over to convince people that there is a problem.

There isn't and there wasn't a problem until the US mounted another operation to destabilize Iran.

And once again, they've failed as they will always fail. It is written...this is the Age of Victory.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/cifamerica/2009/jun/15/iran-election-polling

And for what it is worth...Ahmadinijad won by about the same margin the last time he ran for president. Go figure. But now that the US/Israel have utterly failed to provoke a war and subsequent US led "invasion"....they are desperately trying to engage Iran against Iran. Literally putting it on the cover of TIME magazine this week as "Iran vs Iran"....how much more obvious can this be?

The Crime of Crimes

Five Monkeys Question Nine Eleven

Youths in Israel express their hatred for Obama






Meanwhile, Americans question 9/11 and go unheard even by Obama who tows the party line

Ode to the Lyric Amusement Company

Old man Diamos was sure
a cheapskate,
a movie man with his eye
on the Nickolodeon,
we don't know more
than this do we?
His death still
a perfect secret
no one knows for sure
if he went down
with the Fox or Grand,
the Apache or Geronimo
or if he died at all.
He started the place
with some kind of crank
wizards, all the same
short types of men.
The best job in town
wasn't nurse, teacher,
dentist, snake oil.
It was usher
because they got in for free
to shine a flashlight
down the aislebecause Nick Diamos
didn't like a mess
in his darling place,
didn't want love
or chaos in the last row.
The man knew
his business.
Reels, big brooms,
luxury lights,
buttery smells,
tickets, one cartoon
and those ushers.

Matinee.

Midnight, the Exorcist
a long walk home with my chum
and the devil.
The Red Sea parts
and Molly Brown floats in
past Lady Guenivere,
whispers something sweet
to Shirley McClaine
at four forty-five,
Jack just boarding
the five o'clock
to gone, as they call
out my name
come to the snack bar.

Intermission.

I stood in the yard that Jack left
for the last time
and took everything
with him -
the fires and dogs,
tire swings and alter boys.
The Greyhound bus appeared
through the mesquite
up on the mountain
for a few seconds
and I cried.
Not sure why
goodbyes are so important.
He'd send postcards
from all the wonderful places
like the St. Louis Arches.
I missed it all
for the show
because old man Diamos
lured us with his faux
red velvet clad ushers
that just don't let go.


The Deer Hunter,
the last picture show.

Manhattan, she was
just all Manhattan
and so pure
because we didn't
understand Manhattan.
Woody leaned into
her
leaned real hard
as the New York sky line
loomed over the bay,
yet the deer
just stood there,
de Niro, the gun
and MurielHemingway.
She was. She sure was.
Nick Diamos
parted the sea
and curtains
to let Meryl through
to channel the boiling
waters of hell
under the balcony,
into the lobby
and out the doors
where they flowed
back into the Lif.
It was raining that day,
I just didn't get it,
the last clip.
But it was raining
and there was still
a taxi in town
parked where it
always used to park.
It was either over
or just started,
I couldn't tell.

Dear Mr. Diamos,

I've been around the world now
there's been a thousand scenes,
yours were just too short.

Sincerely yours,

Margaret Ruth


The back story:

The Map of Cars, Mercury and Marquis
Jack and Fish

The Dove's Midrash

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB124343493732958727.html

The year of the Bible on the table. Does this signal the end of Christianic thinking and desperation? Most certainly it does. Those that want to establish such a ridiculous thing...that think they can trump the Creator when the Creator states Islam will be established as the obvious thing..well.....be careful what you wish for.

The One

History is written in the heart
no punctuation right from the start
it has to compress and fold
the mind with limited space to hold
thousands of moments and heartbeats
heard, lights and mysteries the truth
is blurred and falsehood remains
only a moment until the fact complains.

It won't last and should not matter
the stars will collapse and shatter
before time itself writes the very
last book, no one will notice
his final look upon creation
as it powers down and turns out the light
that breathtaking empty darkened sight.

Memory shall fail as eternity expands
over the color coded unimportant lands
as death perplexes the poet
and his hands, his books open
and are compared to the commands.

Did you believe? It is yes or no
I am or I am not. Certainly
this simple question was asked

of you before by me.

Hassan-Melhem Lorenzo Lopez son of Sarah Melani and Lorenzo Antonio.
Born May 29th at around 3 in the afternoon on his great grandmother Lois's birthday. Ten pounds and two ounces and therefore via C section.
Very dark hair and lots of it.

Al ham'du'lillah.

http://www.rys2sense.com/anti-neocons/viewtopic.php?f=11&t=18762

Israeli media and Israel at it again.

A Moment of Flarf here on Katie Degentesh

"Far be it from me to take anything away from star fucking or former antiwar Congressman Wayne Gilchrest (R–MD), but what are they adding to this poem besides non-sequitur punchlines? The poet disarms us with the insouciance of her speaker, intrigues us with a gloss on the passage of time, makes us suspicious with clichés, and startles us with materialistic considerations before seducing us with the strange detachment of “when it flashes red you’re getting hurt.”"



I have to agree. What we need and what we want are two different things entirely. Poetry is a bit like spinach you know....good for you but not alot like choclate. Flarf tends to be too much Snickers and not enough roughage.

A great love poem....and I mean this one rocks:

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=185277

“No, I wasn’t meant to love and be loved”

-by Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib
Translated by Vijay Seshadri

No, I wasn’t meant to love and be loved.
If I’d lived longer, I would have waited longer.


Knowing you are faithless keeps me alive and hungry.
Knowing you faithful would kill me with joy.


Delicate are you, and your vows are delicate, too,
so easily do they break.


You are a laconic marksman. You leave me
not dead but perpetually dying.


I want my friends to heal me, succor me.
Instead, I get analysis.


Conflagrations that would make stones drip blood
are campfires compared to my anguish.


Two-headed, inescapable anguish!—
Love’s anguish or the anguish of time.


Another dark, severing, incommunicable night.
Death would be fine, if I only died once.


I would have liked a solitary death,
not this lavish funeral, this grave anyone can visit.


You are mystical, Ghalib, and, also, you speak beautifully.
Are you a saint, or just drunk as usual?

The Stream

Through the forest the wind
does whistle and up the stream
where time does end
a backwards clock
and pounds the drizzle
that fills the lake
for fish and men
with all the things
of which we're made
so to walk into the glade
or swim on down
past the still
and green green trees
that leave us by
to swim and leap
beneath the mountains
oh so steep.
Can you hear
the water call
as it treads
the waterfall?
These breaths betray
the breeze and say
today you might go away.



The Time...from an ongoing discussion I have been involved in for about fifteen years on a message bored...I mean board. I've known some of these people for over a decade! And they still get into the nastiest arguments....
I appreciate both people and have known you both for a long, long
time. I wouldn't referee this match if you paid me.


People just need to relax and get along. The point is to learn
something..share ideas you know.

The Islamic calendar....doesn't stream well into modern life because
it is ever changing in the geared-to-Gregorian year. In all
actuality, you need both things and a year actually ends up being
the Metonic one which is roughly nineteen years long. But we cannot
have birthdays so far apart it seems!

It isn't a competition you know and the fact of the matter is....we
live in space and we don't even know which part of space we live in
or whether it has edges, directions, etc. Time itself is distorted
and I think it is the most amazing thing that we live in a "plane"
of existence where the sun and moon are available to us to "reckon"
our days and our lives. Without them we'd not know where we stood
and truly, we'd not be alive to know about our ignorance either!

This is what the Quran relates about it and it cannot be refuted by
anyone. Period.

[6.96] He causes the dawn to break; and He has made the night for
rest, and the sun and the moon for reckoning; this is an arrangement
of the Mighty, the Knowing.

The argument that ought to be waged however isn't about which
calendar is best or more accurate (in a universe of many
conclusions) but rather the argument is about causality. Wicked
little argument that it is and if I had a nickel for every time I've
seen it waged here at the Cafe or elsewhere...and I don't
particularly want to wage it again because it tends to be a circular
argument.

I'll just state the case of Causality in the Quran. To me it is
perhaps one of if not the most important statements in the whole
Quran:

[25.45] Have you not considered (the work of) your Lord, how He
extends the shade? And if He had pleased He would certainly have
made it stationary; then We have made the sun an indication of it -
from The Distinction

Two things.

1. We BELIEVE that the sun creates our shadow but the Quran refutes
that and states that it is only made to appear that way. Allah
actually created everything independent of everything else with
unique characteristics that are so fantastically arranged that they
APPEAR to have causes and outcomes that are intrinsically related.

But they aren't and the world is an illusion.

2. When Armstrong walked on the moon he found that distances and
surfaces could not be judged accurately by his senses. What
appeared to be close was in fact far away and what appeared to be
deep was in fact shallow.

The eyes do deceive us.



So. Which calendar is accurate?

Neither.


The Islamic calendar is dedicated to actions associated with worship
of Allah.

The solar calendar is dedicated to actions associated with the
material world.

It's all about measuring things accurately in the first place and to
be honest, I've never quite understood why it would be the case that
ancient people had to invent a calendar in the first place except
that they wanted to know about the future events so that they could
plan better. That is common to us all....ignorance about the morrow.

There is no one who knows about the future except the prophets or
who related it with any accuracy whatsoever. That isn't to say that
we always understood their prophecies but we do try.

The most important prophecy in my estimation is relating to the
prophets themselves and the people to whom they were sent. Back in
the day....prophets were sent to certain groups..usually villages
that were isolated from other places. We don't know about the other
places so much except what exists in the historical records and the
archeology. We only have these few handfuls of stories about
ancient people.

Okay..so cut to the chase.

Prophets were sent to clearly defined people...the people of Noah,
the people of Madyan, the people of Gomorrah, etc. Each group was
given a prophecy of destruction and ordered to mend their ways and
each of them (with one exception that I know of and that would be
the people of Jonah) were destroyed. One prophet for one group.
Other communities apparently were unaffected by those events.

Then you have the last prophet and messenger named Mohamed (SA). He
was sent to which group and with which prophecy?

It is something that concerns us all you know and even if people
don't believe in an End Times they usually know a person who does.

So...he was sent to the whole of mankind.

Al'ham'dulillah.

And so the question is...who will listen? I'd
say..personally...that the message is loud and clear. Not a person
on the planet hasn't heard that there is a very big religious
conundrum about.

The Catholic church is reconsidering celibacy....and rightly so.

Those are the signs that something bigger than anyone here is at
work and no one can stop the clock now. They can only try to hear
it ticking.

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.






Jesse and his father's Ark






Pooch at Broken Toe

The Plague

There is one choice
unity
or something else because
all else
is a simple truth.
What are the papers to say
now
about the streams
of people who head out
far astray
make matters worse
and ignore
the endemic situations.
There is a twist to that
a trick
in the book
that says one thing
but does another.
It is everyone's problem
and the moon and the sun
did so
and did so
willingly
without any eyes at all.

Stop US aid to Egypt.

http://www.dailystar.com.lb/article.asp?edition_id=10&categ_id=5&article_id=101976

Khazaali claims that Ahmadinejad's real family name is "Saboorchian," a Jewish name that he changed to "Ahmadinejad." Khazaali, naming a few other prominent leaders of the Islamic Republic as new converts to Islam from Judaism, questions whether a Jewish cabal has crept in and taken over the revolutionary government! As outlandish as Khaazali's claim seems to be, it has gone unchallenged. If there is any shred of truth in it, then we can see Ahmadinejad's fierce anti-Israel sentiment under a different light. Could he be just another convert unsure of his newly acquired identity, resorting to extreme measures to prove himself? Could he be the watered down, modern equivalent of Tomas de Torquemada?



Oh my Lord! Yer kiddin me! Hilarious.

Why is it hilarious? Because the author of the article fails to see that Islam is a religion not a race. Oh well!