This is one of my all time favorites. It is about how America (and Saudi Arabia who funds Al Qaeda) gave the little Iraqi kids cancer. Heartwarming.
I must have been born to a band of gypsies and adopted by kindly gringos.
"The right of freedom of speech consists in speaking the truth."
22.9.07
Israel's DEATH JUNKIES to squeeze the life out of Gaza one megawatt and baby at a time:
"This Thursday, the Israeli cabinet's decision to declare the 8-kilometer-wide, 23km-long, arid Gaza Strip a "hostile territory" has started to be translated by facts on the ground."
Meanwhile, back in the bat lair, an Israeli independent death squad squashes a Palestinian kid like a bug. Go team, go bees!
What is Zionism you ask? A fool's mission, that is what it is.
21.9.07
Is Bisbee Arizona really the center of the universe? Yes, yes..it is.
Spring Ulmer live Friday night September 21 at 7:30 at the Central School Project in old Bisbee. Admission is free although donations are suggested. Go here to see some truly fantastic images of Spring and by Spring. I'm so lucky you know. Why me? Why not me!
October 5, David Meltzer and Michael Rothenberg at CSP for the pious admission price of 6 bucks (which would be 48 bits). Which is about six shavesandahaircuts down here.
Spring Ulmer live Friday night September 21 at 7:30 at the Central School Project in old Bisbee. Admission is free although donations are suggested. Go here to see some truly fantastic images of Spring and by Spring. I'm so lucky you know. Why me? Why not me!
October 5, David Meltzer and Michael Rothenberg at CSP for the pious admission price of 6 bucks (which would be 48 bits). Which is about six shavesandahaircuts down here.
Sunday Sermon
"There are times of famine and poverty coming, for all the nation as well as for each one of us...for no matter what you say, it is upon the soul that the body depends. How then, without heeding it, can one expect to have everything go right?"(...)"The point is the time has come for us to save our native land; the point is that by now our country is perishing not because of any invasion by nations speaking twenty alien tongues, but because of our own selves; the point is that, outside of a legitimate government, another government has formed itself, far more powerful than any legitimate one."--Dead Souls
"There are times of famine and poverty coming, for all the nation as well as for each one of us...for no matter what you say, it is upon the soul that the body depends. How then, without heeding it, can one expect to have everything go right?"(...)"The point is the time has come for us to save our native land; the point is that by now our country is perishing not because of any invasion by nations speaking twenty alien tongues, but because of our own selves; the point is that, outside of a legitimate government, another government has formed itself, far more powerful than any legitimate one."--Dead Souls
19.9.07
Ho hum, another Anti Syrian "lawmaker" (or breaker as the case may be) is killed in Sin el Fiel, a rather middlingish suburb in the Christian side of town. Ho hum, the obvious is never obvious especially when you consider the release last year of the murderous Geagea who is a Phlangist that planted a bomb amongst his own people in a Church on a nice Sunday morn in the good old days when the Zionist backed Christians were rolling in dough and cigars.
Interesting to note that because Nasrallah refuses to join the moronic forces of Siniora that seems to make him Syria's ally. It is exactly the other way around you know...people HOPE to be Nasrallah's ally. Lots of people hope that including the Al Saud family (who personally invited the man to make Haj last year under their protection but he had to refuse due to everyone's security) and the Americans. The Americans however know this is a silly hope because Nasrallah never joins anyone let alone Syria. He is the one who is joined and only when he allows it. When Hariri wanted to meet with Nasrallah (something Nasrallah seldom agrees to easily), Nasrallah planned to visit Rafik in his home but Rafik Hariri refused. Hariri felt it was his duty to travel to Nasrallah out of respect for him and out of caution.
Interesting to note that because Nasrallah refuses to join the moronic forces of Siniora that seems to make him Syria's ally. It is exactly the other way around you know...people HOPE to be Nasrallah's ally. Lots of people hope that including the Al Saud family (who personally invited the man to make Haj last year under their protection but he had to refuse due to everyone's security) and the Americans. The Americans however know this is a silly hope because Nasrallah never joins anyone let alone Syria. He is the one who is joined and only when he allows it. When Hariri wanted to meet with Nasrallah (something Nasrallah seldom agrees to easily), Nasrallah planned to visit Rafik in his home but Rafik Hariri refused. Hariri felt it was his duty to travel to Nasrallah out of respect for him and out of caution.
Upright in the Jungle
Ahae! My heart is heavy with the things that I do not understand. - Kipling
from the area and began
the toil of the intrepid -
the nonsense in the eyes
of the skeletal coupled
with the beautiful
problems of the living
which seldom turn around.
cri cri go the special papers
cri cri go the flames
Our babies. We teach
our babies about
this bone box
where we find
only more flames and papers.
The names we learned
were good enough
when our name
was just Adam, only Eve
in the goodly shade
of no goodbye or goodnight
where the soil was full
of seed and the intense
thrill of whispers
from the crawler
to the walkers.
It's the same old invitation:
come to me. But which one!
Ahae! My heart is heavy with the things that I do not understand. - Kipling
Qul: Koonoo h'ijaaratan aw h'adeedaa! -Is'raa, The Glorious Quran
We took a token of ourselffrom the area and began
the toil of the intrepid -
the nonsense in the eyes
of the skeletal coupled
with the beautiful
problems of the living
which seldom turn around.
cri cri go the special papers
cri cri go the flames
Our babies. We teach
our babies about
this bone box
where we find
only more flames and papers.
The names we learned
were good enough
when our name
was just Adam, only Eve
in the goodly shade
of no goodbye or goodnight
where the soil was full
of seed and the intense
thrill of whispers
from the crawler
to the walkers.
It's the same old invitation:
come to me. But which one!
**I discovered an interesting thing while searching for the exact Sura. I discovered that the Yusef translation calls this Sura "The Night Journey" when in fact the Sura is known as Israel or Is'raa. What gives? Yes, the Sura is about the night journey but as some of us know, a Sura is always about way more than its title.
18.9.07
Who is Judge Mukasey?
...a 9/11 co-conspirator no less!
Meanwhile in other news, Geraldo Rivera pledges to die saving Israel!
What next, the plague?
..and how about that US backed Christian Crusade against muslims in Somalia, Ethiopia and Eritrea?
...a 9/11 co-conspirator no less!
Meanwhile in other news, Geraldo Rivera pledges to die saving Israel!
What next, the plague?
..and how about that US backed Christian Crusade against muslims in Somalia, Ethiopia and Eritrea?
16.9.07
The Brits know 9/11 is a lie, so why do Americans like Bill Maher keep insisting that anyone who questions the veracity of the attack needs psychological help?
The truth tells itself you know and the great thing about truth is that it is composed of 100% "itself". A lie on the other hand can be anywhere from 1 to 100% fiction.
The truth tells itself you know and the great thing about truth is that it is composed of 100% "itself". A lie on the other hand can be anywhere from 1 to 100% fiction.
15.9.07
The Execution of Ahmad Mohsen Al-Skafi
At about five in the afternoon of Tuesday, July 3, 2007, troops of Colonel Yehuda Fuchs assassinated Ahmad Mohsen Al-Sfaki and declared the area near their crime a military zone in to hinder the access of journalists. All this happened in Lossah, a part of Eissa, a suburb in the south-west of Hebron near Wadi Taffouh in area H1 under the Palestinian control. Ahmad had gone to a nearby supermarket to buy chocolate and some sweets for Isra’a, his younger sister of age 4. The soldiers watched Ahmad on his way to the supermarket, and when he got out they showered him with 30 bullets and a grenade, which exploded in his abdomen, blowing out his intestines. The soldiers then sent their dogs to eat part of the body.
The IDF spokesperson invented lies and spread rumors in his press release. He said that Ahmad was playing with a toy gun which looked like a real one when the IDF shot him … That he ran away when the IDF soldiers asked him to stop … That the military commander sent his apologies to Palestinian officials after the IDF troops found out that the boy was holding a toy gun and not a real one …
At about five in the afternoon of Tuesday, July 3, 2007, troops of Colonel Yehuda Fuchs assassinated Ahmad Mohsen Al-Sfaki and declared the area near their crime a military zone in to hinder the access of journalists. All this happened in Lossah, a part of Eissa, a suburb in the south-west of Hebron near Wadi Taffouh in area H1 under the Palestinian control. Ahmad had gone to a nearby supermarket to buy chocolate and some sweets for Isra’a, his younger sister of age 4. The soldiers watched Ahmad on his way to the supermarket, and when he got out they showered him with 30 bullets and a grenade, which exploded in his abdomen, blowing out his intestines. The soldiers then sent their dogs to eat part of the body.
The IDF spokesperson invented lies and spread rumors in his press release. He said that Ahmad was playing with a toy gun which looked like a real one when the IDF shot him … That he ran away when the IDF soldiers asked him to stop … That the military commander sent his apologies to Palestinian officials after the IDF troops found out that the boy was holding a toy gun and not a real one …
14.9.07
The Supreme Leader of Iran
(Chief Justice of the Supreme
Court of Iran) mocks the US
"Today we are in a better political position compared to four to five years ago," he said. "We have moved forward economically and the spiritual preparedness and happiness of our nation has improved."
"A nation like ours, without an atomic bomb and not as wealthy as these other powerful governments, has foiled a whole series of their conspiracies and forced them to give up and withdraw," he added.
(Chief Justice of the Supreme
Court of Iran) mocks the US
"Today we are in a better political position compared to four to five years ago," he said. "We have moved forward economically and the spiritual preparedness and happiness of our nation has improved."
"A nation like ours, without an atomic bomb and not as wealthy as these other powerful governments, has foiled a whole series of their conspiracies and forced them to give up and withdraw," he added.
The Syrian response to Israeli air strikes has not yet come.
Yet the talk, talk, talk goes on. Yak, yak, yak.
Yet the talk, talk, talk goes on. Yak, yak, yak.
13.9.07
The Talmud and Jesus Christ (Isa, SA)
"It is a very serious argument," said Schaefer, who emphasizes that the rabbis' stories about Jesus were never intended as an attempt at historically accurate narrative. Rather, in the classic Talmudic style, they encode legal and theological argumentation in the form of sometimes-imaginative storytelling."
(Redacted)
"It is a very serious argument," said Schaefer, who emphasizes that the rabbis' stories about Jesus were never intended as an attempt at historically accurate narrative. Rather, in the classic Talmudic style, they encode legal and theological argumentation in the form of sometimes-imaginative storytelling."
(Redacted)
Oo!prah and the Color Green
"Despite the innumerable exploitative workings of the capitalist pyramid scheme which enable the obscene opulence of Oprah and her miniscule number of peers (while concurrently damning billions of others to live in varying degrees of economic misery), she certainly has no qualms. In fact, she gushes about her unconscionable accumulation of treasures."
A partially true and partially false article about a partially okay (overrated) philanthropist. It makes some seriously good points about meritocracy and false charity including this:
In a world where 30,000 children die of starvation each day, Oprah has elected to build a posh, luxurious academy equipped to educate a mere 152 girls. Winfrey’s scheme was such an abuse of resources that the South African government withdrew its support of the project.
"Despite the innumerable exploitative workings of the capitalist pyramid scheme which enable the obscene opulence of Oprah and her miniscule number of peers (while concurrently damning billions of others to live in varying degrees of economic misery), she certainly has no qualms. In fact, she gushes about her unconscionable accumulation of treasures."
A partially true and partially false article about a partially okay (overrated) philanthropist. It makes some seriously good points about meritocracy and false charity including this:
In a world where 30,000 children die of starvation each day, Oprah has elected to build a posh, luxurious academy equipped to educate a mere 152 girls. Winfrey’s scheme was such an abuse of resources that the South African government withdrew its support of the project.
12.9.07
Al Moqawama
(The Resistance)
We have to embrace the idea that we are the leaders we are looking for. - Grace Lee Boggs
By Allah, if I see that on one side is the truth and on the other side all the rest of the people I, without caring and paying heed to those reproaching me, will fight all alone with my sword, on the way and path of the right, against them. - Emir Ali ibn Abi Taleb, pbuh.
War is not the time for poetry -
that is for the evenings
of old men in other lands
who ring the bells with the hope
to commute their sentence
and barter time
with the ancients in senate.
Dare I say that?
But we are steadfast
at heart and know
a warning has to find
the warned, has to abandon
the bles-sed for a while.
A warner has to call
the laggers to the front
one by one in order
to cut them down
or send them off.
We prayed on those nights
for ourselves. We prayed
for the ones who crawled
through the fields
on their bellies.
We watched the skies
and hoped the bombs
might be jubilations.
They weren't.
The tarmac and the dairy,
every single bridge gone.
The last long drive through
abandoned streets
- past stockpiles
of the rice and metal
left by on the other
side of the sea -
never really ends
once it begins.
The bitterness of translation
is the joy of understanding,
and vice versa.
There will be more of this.
(The Resistance)
We have to embrace the idea that we are the leaders we are looking for. - Grace Lee Boggs
By Allah, if I see that on one side is the truth and on the other side all the rest of the people I, without caring and paying heed to those reproaching me, will fight all alone with my sword, on the way and path of the right, against them. - Emir Ali ibn Abi Taleb, pbuh.
War is not the time for poetry -
that is for the evenings
of old men in other lands
who ring the bells with the hope
to commute their sentence
and barter time
with the ancients in senate.
Dare I say that?
But we are steadfast
at heart and know
a warning has to find
the warned, has to abandon
the bles-sed for a while.
A warner has to call
the laggers to the front
one by one in order
to cut them down
or send them off.
We prayed on those nights
for ourselves. We prayed
for the ones who crawled
through the fields
on their bellies.
We watched the skies
and hoped the bombs
might be jubilations.
They weren't.
The tarmac and the dairy,
every single bridge gone.
The last long drive through
abandoned streets
- past stockpiles
of the rice and metal
left by on the other
side of the sea -
never really ends
once it begins.
The bitterness of translation
is the joy of understanding,
and vice versa.
There will be more of this.
11.9.07
10.9.07
Fake Videos of the long
dead Osama bin Laden
(Heh...I'll never forget the time they hired the princess of Kuwait to play Nurse Ratchet and throw some babies out of incubators..that one was great!)
Dajjal (the king of the liars) will say to their followers, "If I kill this person and then revive him, you people will still doubt me?"
They will reply, "No."
He will then kill this person, (according to another narration he will split this person in two) and thereafter revive him. This person will say, "I am totally convinced more than ever before that you definitely are Dajjal."
Dajjal will attempt to kill this person again but his efforts will now be in vain.
(According to a hadith, after this incident, Dajjal will not be able to harm anyone.)
The Thermohaline Saline
Pump in the Quran
"The CSIRO team analyzed thousands of temperature and salinity data samples collected between 1950 and 2002 by research ships, robotic ocean monitors and satellites between 60 degrees south, just north of the Antarctic Circle, and the Equator.
“They identified linkages between these gyres to form a global-scale ’supergyre’ that transfers water to all three ocean basins,” the CSIRO said."
[25.53] And He it is Who has made two seas to flow freely, the one sweet that subdues thirst by its sweetness, and the other salt that burns by its saltness; and between the two He has made a barrier and inviolable obstruction.
[27.61] Or, Who made the earth a restingplace, and made in it rivers, and raised on it mountains and placed between the two seas a barrier. Is there a god with Allah? Nay! most of them do not know!
[81:6}When the oceans boil over with a swell;
[24;40}Or (the unbelievers’ state) is like the darkness in a deep sea. It is covered by waves, above which are waves, above which are clouds.Darknesses, one above another. If a man stretches out his hand, he
cannot see it....
Pump in the Quran
"The CSIRO team analyzed thousands of temperature and salinity data samples collected between 1950 and 2002 by research ships, robotic ocean monitors and satellites between 60 degrees south, just north of the Antarctic Circle, and the Equator.
“They identified linkages between these gyres to form a global-scale ’supergyre’ that transfers water to all three ocean basins,” the CSIRO said."
[25.53] And He it is Who has made two seas to flow freely, the one sweet that subdues thirst by its sweetness, and the other salt that burns by its saltness; and between the two He has made a barrier and inviolable obstruction.
[27.61] Or, Who made the earth a restingplace, and made in it rivers, and raised on it mountains and placed between the two seas a barrier. Is there a god with Allah? Nay! most of them do not know!
[81:6}When the oceans boil over with a swell;
[24;40}Or (the unbelievers’ state) is like the darkness in a deep sea. It is covered by waves, above which are waves, above which are clouds.Darknesses, one above another. If a man stretches out his hand, he
cannot see it....
"There are people who worship Allah to gain His Favors, this is the worship of traders; while there are some who worship Him to keep themselves free from His Wrath, this is the worship of slaves; a few who obey Him out' of their sense of gratitude and obligations, this is the worship of free and noble men." - Ali ibn Abi Taleb, pbuh the Gate and Lion of Islam.
9.9.07
Al-Moqawama
(The Resistance)
We have to embrace the idea that we are the leaders we are looking for. - Grace Lee Boggs
By Allah, if I see that on one side is the truth and on the other side all the rest of the people I, without caring and paying heed to those reproaching me, will fight all alone with my sword, on the way and path of the right, against them. - Emir Ali ibn Abi Taleb, pbuh.
War is not the time
for poetry -
that is for the evenings
of old men in other lands
who ring the bells
to commute their sentence,
those who barter time
with the ancients in senate.
Dare I say that?
But I am a fighter
at heart and know
a warning has to find
the warned, has to abandon
the bles-sed for a while.
A warner has to call
the laggers to the front
one by one in order
to cut them down
or lift them up.
We prayed on those nights
for ourselves. We prayed
for the ones who crawled
through the fields
on their bellies.
We watched the skies
and hoped the bombs
might be jubilations.
They weren't.
The tarmac and the dairy,
every single bridge gone.
The long drive through
abandoned streets
and the stockpile
of rice in the big
drama of flight.
The bitterness of translation
is the joy of understanding,
and vice versa.
There will be more of this.
8.9.07
A Series of Unfortunate Events:
The first chapter. The Second Chapter. The Third Chapter.
Why was William Cooper killed? I wasn't surprised really when he was killed only days after 9/11. Not at all...just take a look at the most important conspiracy theorist of our age. Reminds me of the "Al Qaeda" sponsored stabbing of this man in Tucson. Why? For unleashing the mathematical gematric proofs in the Quran of course. But why Don Bolles? His aunt Deedee was my aunt's neighbor. Nice Lady and nice monks.
What About Mars?
No more problems says the package
the cure came in, no more
warning labels and the price tag
no longer legible. It began
with flashy children and fast cars
then people started talking
about the leftover stuff
after the move out,
wondered what would happen
to the crystal ball and Japanese flag.
Where to put Mars now?
Whose house next?
The Catastrophes of Horses
I used to draw horses and thought
the worst thing that could ever happen
was one of them might fall down
while chasing down a tribe of Indians,
guns blazing, arrows flying.
No one taught me about the rest, the bad parts.
"They're just movies." They did
tell me that as I started to weep.
Next to Ginsberg
(in memory of Paul Johnson)
I sat next to Ginsberg in 1979,
saw King Fahed being ushered into the ER
wrapped in a pink blanket to disguise him,
he pee'd on my friend in the ICU.
Jack Nicholson ordered coffee from me once
at the Little America Truckstop in Flag,
a pack of cigarettes rolled up
in the sleeve of his black t-shirt
(then he started marrying waitresses).
I lived next door to a man that was
beheaded for building Apaches.
My husband ran into Gene Hackman at the Taj Majal
and Elvira let him encircle her for a picture
down in Atlanta at a convention.
Someone I know told me Goldie Hawn was real mean
in a five star hotel and Kurt was as handsome
as he was in The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes
(which I mistakenly called,
The Computer War Tennis Shoes)
and Steve Pearl told me the Dalai Lama would visit
the city park and I hoped to be able to pet him.
The first chapter. The Second Chapter. The Third Chapter.
Why was William Cooper killed? I wasn't surprised really when he was killed only days after 9/11. Not at all...just take a look at the most important conspiracy theorist of our age. Reminds me of the "Al Qaeda" sponsored stabbing of this man in Tucson. Why? For unleashing the mathematical gematric proofs in the Quran of course. But why Don Bolles? His aunt Deedee was my aunt's neighbor. Nice Lady and nice monks.
"In 1948 fifty two employees of Kemper Marley's Arizona liquor monopoly, UNITED LIQUOR, went to prison on federal liquor violations, including Jim Hensley, the father-in-law of Senator John McCain. Hensley was the General Manager of UNITED LIQUOR. On the basis of this, some people might feel UNITED LIQUOR could be described as organized crime. The slick attorney who kept Marley out of this trial and out of prison and sent McCain's father-in-law to prison in his place was William Rendquist ----currently the Chief Justice of the U.S. Supreme Court."
What About Mars?
No more problems says the package
the cure came in, no more
warning labels and the price tag
no longer legible. It began
with flashy children and fast cars
then people started talking
about the leftover stuff
after the move out,
wondered what would happen
to the crystal ball and Japanese flag.
Where to put Mars now?
Whose house next?
The Catastrophes of Horses
I used to draw horses and thought
the worst thing that could ever happen
was one of them might fall down
while chasing down a tribe of Indians,
guns blazing, arrows flying.
No one taught me about the rest, the bad parts.
"They're just movies." They did
tell me that as I started to weep.
Next to Ginsberg
(in memory of Paul Johnson)
I sat next to Ginsberg in 1979,
saw King Fahed being ushered into the ER
wrapped in a pink blanket to disguise him,
he pee'd on my friend in the ICU.
Jack Nicholson ordered coffee from me once
at the Little America Truckstop in Flag,
a pack of cigarettes rolled up
in the sleeve of his black t-shirt
(then he started marrying waitresses).
I lived next door to a man that was
beheaded for building Apaches.
My husband ran into Gene Hackman at the Taj Majal
and Elvira let him encircle her for a picture
down in Atlanta at a convention.
Someone I know told me Goldie Hawn was real mean
in a five star hotel and Kurt was as handsome
as he was in The Computer Wore Tennis Shoes
(which I mistakenly called,
The Computer War Tennis Shoes)
and Steve Pearl told me the Dalai Lama would visit
the city park and I hoped to be able to pet him.
6.9.07
More Big Fat Lies About Israeli POWs versus Arab POWs
"There is also outright suppression. The current sharp escalation of violence began after the Hamas capture of Corporal Gilad Shalit on June 25, and the capture of two Israeli soldiers on the Israel-Lebanon border on July 12. Each case elicited enormous outrage in the US, and strong support for very harsh Israeli retaliation. On June 24, Israeli forces
kidnapped two Gaza civilians, the Muammar brothers, a far worse crime."
Noam Chomsky at Znet
"There is also outright suppression. The current sharp escalation of violence began after the Hamas capture of Corporal Gilad Shalit on June 25, and the capture of two Israeli soldiers on the Israel-Lebanon border on July 12. Each case elicited enormous outrage in the US, and strong support for very harsh Israeli retaliation. On June 24, Israeli forces
kidnapped two Gaza civilians, the Muammar brothers, a far worse crime."
Noam Chomsky at Znet
4.9.07
[14.42] And do not think Allah to be heedless of what the unjust do; He only respites them to a day on which the eyes shall be fixedly open,
This guy is so funny..."What's going on?"
He has disabled embedding...wants to sell the video I'm sure. Who could blame him!
[21.97] And the true promise shall draw nigh, then lo! the eyes of those who disbelieved shall be fixedly open: O woe to us! surely we were m a state of heedlessness as to this; nay, we were unjust.
This guy is so funny..."What's going on?"
He has disabled embedding...wants to sell the video I'm sure. Who could blame him!
[21.97] And the true promise shall draw nigh, then lo! the eyes of those who disbelieved shall be fixedly open: O woe to us! surely we were m a state of heedlessness as to this; nay, we were unjust.
The Conspiracy of Silence.
...and how about that lie called the cruciFICTION?
[4.171] O followers of the Book! do not exceed the limits in your religion, and do not speak (lies) against Allah, but (speak) the truth; the Messiah, Isa son of Marium is only an apostle of Allah and His Word which He communicated to Marium and a spirit from Him; believe therefore in Allah and His apostles, and say not, Three. Desist, it is better for you; Allah is only one God; far be It from His glory that He should have a son, whatever is in the heavens and whatever is in the earth is His, and Allah is sufficient for a Protector.
...and how about that lie called the cruciFICTION?
[4.171] O followers of the Book! do not exceed the limits in your religion, and do not speak (lies) against Allah, but (speak) the truth; the Messiah, Isa son of Marium is only an apostle of Allah and His Word which He communicated to Marium and a spirit from Him; believe therefore in Allah and His apostles, and say not, Three. Desist, it is better for you; Allah is only one God; far be It from His glory that He should have a son, whatever is in the heavens and whatever is in the earth is His, and Allah is sufficient for a Protector.
Warning to the Warned
"If you, the Zionists, are considering attacking Lebanon, I am reserving a surprise for you that will change the fate of the war and the region." - Sayyid Hassan Nasrallah, in a speech marking the end of last year`s war with “Israel”.
"We have to take Nasrallah seriously. He has never lied." - Benjamin Ben-Eliezer, infrastructure minister and member of “Israel’s” security cabinet, in reference to his speech.
A Jew laments over the criminal history of Ziofascism. because he read: This Book. A little too little a little too late though if you know what I mean. What is Zionism...yeah right. What morons.
"If you, the Zionists, are considering attacking Lebanon, I am reserving a surprise for you that will change the fate of the war and the region." - Sayyid Hassan Nasrallah, in a speech marking the end of last year`s war with “Israel”.
"We have to take Nasrallah seriously. He has never lied." - Benjamin Ben-Eliezer, infrastructure minister and member of “Israel’s” security cabinet, in reference to his speech.
A Jew laments over the criminal history of Ziofascism. because he read: This Book. A little too little a little too late though if you know what I mean. What is Zionism...yeah right. What morons.
Darwin is Dead.
Ben Stein in Expelled.
and
Dust comes to Life.
and
Truth comes to Fiction
plus
So far, 66% of those who responded to an online MSNBC poll believe that 9/11 hasn't been investigated properly. Of course...the real question that this poll should ask is, "Do you think it is a coverup?"
Ben Stein in Expelled.
and
Dust comes to Life.
and
Truth comes to Fiction
plus
So far, 66% of those who responded to an online MSNBC poll believe that 9/11 hasn't been investigated properly. Of course...the real question that this poll should ask is, "Do you think it is a coverup?"
3.9.07
Iranian intellectual imprisoned in Iran and charged with aiding and abetting the Republican Party in the US in their failing attempt to establish the New World Order in the third world is released, returns to US.
The end of the Siege at Cold River ....In'sha'allah.
As one Shi'i cleric interviewed by Christiane Amanpour stated: "We (the Shia) believe terrorists will burn in hell."
As one Shi'i cleric interviewed by Christiane Amanpour stated: "We (the Shia) believe terrorists will burn in hell."
Meghan O'Rourke on Ashbery,
MTV Poet Laureate
"Notice, too, that Ashbery frequently substitutes an unexpected word for a familiar one—"the bee's hymn," say, rather than "the bee's hum." Ashbery, who cut his teeth on the surrealists and the Dadaist poets—Tristan Tzara, Guillaume Apollinaire—as well as Elizabeth Bishop and Wallace Stevens, is trying to renovate a language that to him seems exhausted and cliché-riddled."
MTV Poet Laureate
"Notice, too, that Ashbery frequently substitutes an unexpected word for a familiar one—"the bee's hymn," say, rather than "the bee's hum." Ashbery, who cut his teeth on the surrealists and the Dadaist poets—Tristan Tzara, Guillaume Apollinaire—as well as Elizabeth Bishop and Wallace Stevens, is trying to renovate a language that to him seems exhausted and cliché-riddled."
TIT WEAR
Aha! It is true.
Babies learn how to dress from their parents. Imagine my surprise!
Fear and Loathing at Reed
No wonder muslim soldiers don't drink! But hey, just think of all the US poets we'll have in ten or twenty years committing suicide!
Aha! It is true.
Babies learn how to dress from their parents. Imagine my surprise!
Fear and Loathing at Reed
No wonder muslim soldiers don't drink! But hey, just think of all the US poets we'll have in ten or twenty years committing suicide!
1.9.07
Upcoming in 4am Poetry Review is Jude Goodwin who can be found at the Waters and was shortlisted in the Guardian's online poetry workshop for her poem Fishing Boats on the Beach at Saintes-Maries-De-La-Mer which utilizes the ever popular ekphrasis which is a means of using a poem to translate the visual arts into the spoken.
Ms. Goodwin has won several notices for her unusual style and not too dry but just dry enough wit. Here at the Crescent Moon Journal's poetry ezine, she takes first prize for the poem With Your Dry Lips which demonstrates her virtuoso use of the word tsunami.
I first noticed Ms. Goodwin at The Gazebo. It is hard not to notice her poetry really as she uses the personal to translate the universal. There is a little something Jude in every one of her poems as well as large swathes of the epic of life, the kind of thing that takes you from the simple to the grand in less than fifty lines which is much easier said than done.
You can find Jude in so many places but how about here at the local Squamish Writers Group blog? Any place called Squamish ought to have a writers group. As far as place names go I'd say Squamish is about as literary as it gets. Ms. Goodwin runs her own paper called What's On Squamish and freelances as an illustrator and webpage designer.
Ms. Goodwin has work upcoming in The Shit Creek Review, Pedestal, Lock Haven Review, Cider Press Review, Boxcar and The Burnside Review.
Here is a little poem in waiting I lifted from the Gazebo where Jude is often found deliberating her work:
Dammit!
Someone left the window open
and now the cushions are soaked.
It's last year's rain.
The interior light is on too.
No matter how she twists things
the evidence is on the ceiling.
Her face is wet and the battery will probably
run down. She'll forget as usual
and leave the house at the very last minute,
thumb marking its place in her monogrammed agenda,
Wednesday's wine rusting on her tongue.
She'll never suspect loss. That's what it's like.
A turn of the key and silence. No point
in trying again. But of course she does.
Morning opens its red throat
and clicks.
4am is published annually, 20-40 pages, digest-sized, perfect-bound, cardstock cover with photo, 200 press run. Previously published poems, no. Simultaneous submissions, yes, with notice. Submissions are read all year, response is given within 6 months of submission deadlines, time between acceptance and publication is up to a year, pays 2 contributor's copies, acquires first rights. I am also seeking submissions of photos or artwork for cover consideration - B&W, no people. email with inquiries.
Ms. Goodwin has won several notices for her unusual style and not too dry but just dry enough wit. Here at the Crescent Moon Journal's poetry ezine, she takes first prize for the poem With Your Dry Lips which demonstrates her virtuoso use of the word tsunami.
I first noticed Ms. Goodwin at The Gazebo. It is hard not to notice her poetry really as she uses the personal to translate the universal. There is a little something Jude in every one of her poems as well as large swathes of the epic of life, the kind of thing that takes you from the simple to the grand in less than fifty lines which is much easier said than done.
You can find Jude in so many places but how about here at the local Squamish Writers Group blog? Any place called Squamish ought to have a writers group. As far as place names go I'd say Squamish is about as literary as it gets. Ms. Goodwin runs her own paper called What's On Squamish and freelances as an illustrator and webpage designer.
Ms. Goodwin has work upcoming in The Shit Creek Review, Pedestal, Lock Haven Review, Cider Press Review, Boxcar and The Burnside Review.
Here is a little poem in waiting I lifted from the Gazebo where Jude is often found deliberating her work:
Dammit!
Someone left the window open
and now the cushions are soaked.
It's last year's rain.
The interior light is on too.
No matter how she twists things
the evidence is on the ceiling.
Her face is wet and the battery will probably
run down. She'll forget as usual
and leave the house at the very last minute,
thumb marking its place in her monogrammed agenda,
Wednesday's wine rusting on her tongue.
She'll never suspect loss. That's what it's like.
A turn of the key and silence. No point
in trying again. But of course she does.
Morning opens its red throat
and clicks.
...I'd say that is about right.
Viva La British Columbia!
4am is published annually, 20-40 pages, digest-sized, perfect-bound, cardstock cover with photo, 200 press run. Previously published poems, no. Simultaneous submissions, yes, with notice. Submissions are read all year, response is given within 6 months of submission deadlines, time between acceptance and publication is up to a year, pays 2 contributor's copies, acquires first rights. I am also seeking submissions of photos or artwork for cover consideration - B&W, no people. email with inquiries.
The Turning Point
We have to embrace the idea that we are the leaders we are looking for. - Grace Lee Boggs
War is not the time for poetry -
that is for the evening
of old men in other lands
who ring the bells to cut
some time off their sentence.
Dare I say that?
But I am a fighter
at heart and know
a warning has to find
the warned, has to abandon
the bless-ed
for a while.
More Than Just Funny, It's Hilarious
I saw poets with pictures and pictures
of poets. I saw poets with glasses
and some with glasses. I saw
tone deaf disasters
and one or two pastors. There
were Arabs and Greeks plus
forty two freaks. Three were gay
and one was nay.
Terribly grim, grim
right to the brim
and probably slim.
One lady stood with her cat
just like that
like poets do in pictures
or people with strictures.
I thought to myself
this doesn't seem right
to talk about funny
while wanting some money.
No one pays for a good laugh
you just get those with the drinks.
Comedy clubs and comedy channels
to go in your silks or your flannels.
As for me, it made me laugh.
Poets. Now that's funny.
We have to embrace the idea that we are the leaders we are looking for. - Grace Lee Boggs
War is not the time for poetry -
that is for the evening
of old men in other lands
who ring the bells to cut
some time off their sentence.
Dare I say that?
But I am a fighter
at heart and know
a warning has to find
the warned, has to abandon
the bless-ed
for a while.
More Than Just Funny, It's Hilarious
I saw poets with pictures and pictures
of poets. I saw poets with glasses
and some with glasses. I saw
tone deaf disasters
and one or two pastors. There
were Arabs and Greeks plus
forty two freaks. Three were gay
and one was nay.
Terribly grim, grim
right to the brim
and probably slim.
One lady stood with her cat
just like that
like poets do in pictures
or people with strictures.
I thought to myself
this doesn't seem right
to talk about funny
while wanting some money.
No one pays for a good laugh
you just get those with the drinks.
Comedy clubs and comedy channels
to go in your silks or your flannels.
As for me, it made me laugh.
Poets. Now that's funny.
The Causality of Shadows:
Shadowlight (now there's a poetic term for the hangers on around here...beats dross any old day!)
Have you not seen how your Lord lengthens out the shadow? He could have kept it motionless had He liked. Then We made the sun a proof for it. -The Glorious Quran, 25:45 (Harun Yahya on Teleology)
So...let's get this straight. For quite some time we have been going around assuming that we have shadows because of the sun or any given light.
''This is embarrassing,'' said Claude Canizares, a professor of physics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who is researching the problem. ''Ninety percent of the universe is dark and cannot be seen!''
But do we have shadows in the absolute dark?
The Quran begs to differ on this assumption of shadow causality. Hmm. How on earth did the last prophet know about this! I wonder....not. I do wonder at how people are ignorant of these profound things and keep insisting on beating us up merely for being muslims.
Yes. We do have shadows in the absolute (and I mean absolute) dark. How about that! Not only that, ahem, the dark matter moves solid objects like rivers. Imagine my surprise!
But I guess you have to READ a little bit to get to the dazzled part. And have a little science background...just a smidge will do. Honest.
*Used for oppression and nuclear weapons particularly by Israel who keeps it secret. Er...who would suspect a little ice eh?
Shadowlight (now there's a poetic term for the hangers on around here...beats dross any old day!)
Have you not seen how your Lord lengthens out the shadow? He could have kept it motionless had He liked. Then We made the sun a proof for it. -The Glorious Quran, 25:45 (Harun Yahya on Teleology)
So...let's get this straight. For quite some time we have been going around assuming that we have shadows because of the sun or any given light.
''This is embarrassing,'' said Claude Canizares, a professor of physics at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology who is researching the problem. ''Ninety percent of the universe is dark and cannot be seen!''
But do we have shadows in the absolute dark?
The Quran begs to differ on this assumption of shadow causality. Hmm. How on earth did the last prophet know about this! I wonder....not. I do wonder at how people are ignorant of these profound things and keep insisting on beating us up merely for being muslims.
Yes. We do have shadows in the absolute (and I mean absolute) dark. How about that! Not only that, ahem, the dark matter moves solid objects like rivers. Imagine my surprise!
[2.164] Most surely in the creation of the heavens and the earth and the alternation of the night and the day, and the ships that run in the sea with that which profits men, and the water that Allah sends down from the cloud, then gives life with it to the earth after its death and spreads in it all (kinds of) animals, and the changing of the winds and the clouds made subservient between the heaven and the earth, there are signs for a people who understand.
Go here for more truth about the dark. And go here to be dazzled. Go here to look at a little blurb regarding that deuteronomy* er..heavy water thingy and contemplate how timely it is in respect to the thermohaline energy pump at the bottom of the oceans...ah...dazzled and then some.But I guess you have to READ a little bit to get to the dazzled part. And have a little science background...just a smidge will do. Honest.
*Used for oppression and nuclear weapons particularly by Israel who keeps it secret. Er...who would suspect a little ice eh?
31.8.07
The United States of America to have its first "general strike".
They've been organizing these things forever in India, Latin America and other outrageously poor countries around the world and apparently, they do work. Go here:
9/11 is a big fat obvious lie.
...and don't go here:
your local, personal labor camp. Or your job. Same difference for most people.
They've been organizing these things forever in India, Latin America and other outrageously poor countries around the world and apparently, they do work. Go here:
9/11 is a big fat obvious lie.
...and don't go here:
your local, personal labor camp. Or your job. Same difference for most people.
Ode to the Two Pointers
Hanging up there between our clothes line
and theirs, a hand could borrow sugar
from our open windows, that close,
a two-pointer hung by the haunches, eyes all froze.
We came home running to see what was shot,
heard it all the way down by Old Man Riley's garage,
a two pointer, not a doe. Everyone heard it.
It was big news, big game and there he was,
hanging over the squash and winter iris
looking out like that, just looking.
A pressure cooker steamed inside
the kitchen window, it tooted and hissed
while he dangled there waiting to be butchered.
Takes a long time to cut up a deer like that,
and longer still, to bag one.
Times were pretty lean, the winters pretty cold.
God is as an animal, our fortress.
Hanging up there between our clothes line
and theirs, a hand could borrow sugar
from our open windows, that close,
a two-pointer hung by the haunches, eyes all froze.
We came home running to see what was shot,
heard it all the way down by Old Man Riley's garage,
a two pointer, not a doe. Everyone heard it.
It was big news, big game and there he was,
hanging over the squash and winter iris
looking out like that, just looking.
A pressure cooker steamed inside
the kitchen window, it tooted and hissed
while he dangled there waiting to be butchered.
Takes a long time to cut up a deer like that,
and longer still, to bag one.
Times were pretty lean, the winters pretty cold.
God is as an animal, our fortress.
30.8.07
The Eschatology of Laundry Hill
[2.256] There is no compulsion in religion; truly the right way has become clearly distinct from error; therefore, whoever disbelieves in the Shaitan and believes in Allah he indeed has laid hold on the firmest handle, which shall not break off, and Allah is Hearing, Knowing.
Clown Carrying His Clown Father's Coffin
Photo by Richard Byrd
My husband looked as if we'd just asked him to eat a live goldfish.
He stood by the garage doors, speechless and obviously quite embarrassed. My sister-in-law looked at me sideways in her usual conspiratorial manner. Jack looked as is his usual like the cat who ate the canary and her babies.
She said, "So do you want to hold my breast Mel?"
My poor Arab husband just stood there, another helpless victim of our various Laundry Hill demons. We three are so used to these things and so enjoy getting a bite out of someone who doesn't understand the ethics of growing up on Laundry Hill.
So she reached inside her blouse and felt around on her left side and pulled her breast right out of her tank top. There it was.
Jack made it himself out of some old gray foam. He sized it properly and smoothed it out on some kind of lathe from inside his shop on Tombstone Canyon.
Breast Cancer. It's been an interesting few months with those two, Jack and Pat Porter. Two of the most ethical people alive and two of the most death ignorant people I've ever met. And, in the past, two of the most committed beer drinkers in town. They admit it. They gave it up after one of their acquaintances (a profound lush) shot himself in the head. That was enough for them and they quit cold turkey...over two years ago. Over two years before Pat discovered she had a malignancy in her left breast.
Their youngest son was the one to tell my son, his cousin, that his mom had cancer. "My mom has cancer." I think most people can conceptualize to a certain extent what that phrase sounds like but only those who have had it uttered to them or had to utter it to someone else can truly fathom the gamut of emotions a person and their family goes through when they hear those words for real.
For me, as a nurse with a long history of dealing with people in crisis, I felt that old familiar feeling. It is like watching a car wreck in slow motion. You know how it ends, you know the players at the scene but still, you cannot predict if a person who walks away from that accident won't be in another one the very next day. That is how life is and how death is.
I told Pat in the first few days and weeks that cancer wouldn't kill her. I said that Allah gives life and as well, Allah takes life away. "Your day is your day and there is no averting it." At first she wasn't too thrilled about that presumptuous statement coming from her very religious baby sister in law. I say "baby" because I grew up with Pat. She grew up with my brother. No one ever expected those two to end up getting married. I'll never forget their wedding out in Ventura, California. Jack's hair back then was longer than Pat's. He'd made a bet with a buddy of is that he would not cut it for five whole years and he didn't. He made fiddy bucks on that one. At their wedding (I was only about ten), one of their guests known only as Dirty Dave (uh...he came on to me too) tried to drive off with a loaded .45 on the roof of his car. Her parents weren't too thrilled about the match either and didn't attend the wedding which was home made, a nice little "personal affair" that took maybe two days to plan and execute. Not what I'd call a Crystal Shaw-Hayden type of shindig.
Pat was the sweetheart of Bisbee and still is actually. Dance classes, flawless skin and a special mixed breed (her father is an Okie and her mother of Mexican descent) beauty. She was never without a boyfriend and it was usually the captain of some team or another. But not Jack Porter. No...not a Porter. We used to be considered....on the bad team. The poor side of town and willing to defend ourselves from anything and anybody. We were rough and my mother could barely afford tuna on sale most of the time, never mind the dance classes at Crystal Shaw-Hayden's Dance Academy where Pat and those types of girls went to learn tap, ballet and jazz. I remember the sign even said " ...and Charm School".
I used to go up to Patricia's house all the time. Her father treated me like one of his own and used to carry me around on his shoulders and he built me a special swing out under the tree at the corner of the house because I was too small to play with all the older kids on the big tire swing out on a massive oak tree in the drainage channel in front of the Alexander homestead. And it was a "homestead" complete with a fire pit for garbage burning, three free standing shacks used for various things and a "workshop".
The Alexanders (and everyone else back then) were avid hunters. Almost every Sunday Mr. Alexander would be serving the catch of the day: frog's legs to havelina to duck. He'd try to get me to eat some but I'd just plug my nose and run away. I was from a deer, trout and rabbit only household even if my mother used to love brains and eggs. The workshop was covered with every set of antlers that Mr. Alexander and the two Alexander boys shot. The workshop was so picturesque that Richard Byrd (who traveled with the Beatles and studied with Ansel Adams) took one of his most popular photos using the zone system which was ideally suited to the boney white antlers against the grainy exterior of the shop.
Yes...their house was the place to be and sometimes Patricia would put me beside her on the piano bench and teach me a little 1-2-3, 3-2-1, 1-2-3-2-1-1. Or better yet, she would take me to the storage shack and pull out her old Barbie case which was turquoise with a line drawing of a fashion doll on front wearing a pink poodle skirt. And they had a dining room! They dried their dishes with hand towels and put them away whereas ours just dried in the rack. They had two bathrooms even! or at least, I believed they did. We had one and an old enamel chamber pot that someone would hand out if you couldn't hold it. Usually, when it comes to chamber pots, you can. Trust me.
It was heaven up there and they were a stable family in the midst of so much that was so unstable. No one though including her parents imagined that one day she would be under a car in a garage tightening a drive shaft or pulling out an oil pan. What kind of work is that for a woman with a Master's Degree in Social Work?
It's my brother Jack's work and so, it is her work because they are two people meant to be as they are, just as all people are as they are meant to be. She is his wife. Jack trained his wife to rebuild an entire engine. She does the ordering and the phone answering too, tends to the social work of a Bisbee business and is the wife of Bisbee's Ward 1 councilman, WJ "Jack" Porter. And Jack makes the breasts. Rather good at it actually.
One day after Pat had started her chemo, I was up at the garage on one of my weekly visits. It was very important to the two of them that people not over react to what they both must have seen "back then" as a death sentence. I kept repeating to them day after day, "Your day is your day." I followed this up with the explanation that even if you do get cancer then who says you aren't going to die on your way to see the oncologist? Neither one of them likes to wear a helmut as they cruise around town on their Harleys. Hers is red and Jacks is home made and silver.
On my visits Pat would vary between wanting to talk and not wanting to talk. She'd rush over to one of the grimy shelves and bring out a pack of papers her mother (also an RN) sent to her via email which detailed the various side effects and risks of her chemo. I'd just look at them and have to say, "I'm not a "cancer" nurse. I know about as much as you do." I know what I know about. I know about car wrecks. I've carried a few dead bodies myself from time to time and I've also seen the most miraculous things.
That day though I wanted to say something a bit more religious. It was clear to me that Pat was chosen to experience something and it was becoming more clear to her each time I'd pay her a visit. Our conversations grew deeper and more hushed. She said to me at one point, "It's strange, I feel kind of blessed by this." And I nodded to that one. I said, "Yes, you've received a warning."
Not everyone gets a warning you know. We are the lucky ones. Many people just venture forth every day and take life and death for granted. They assume so much and even assume that they might even die. So what! All very normal thoughts people have. Not many of them however understand something really fine about life and death. People think death is the exceptional day. Afterall, it only happens to each of us once. Fact of the matter is, the death day or as we say in Islam "The Hour" is not exceptional at all. It is guaranteed and shared by every single living thing. What isn't shared by every single living thing is the exceptional quality of life under the clause: you only wake up each day because you didn't die. Sounds simple enough but until you've seen death up close most people cannot possibly comprehend it on a personal level. Allah prevents people from dying each and every day. It isn't about how many people died today in Iraq or Utah. It's about how many people are allowed one more day to change something. Each and every day is a chance to change something.
So, on this particular day I looked at Pat. I hesitated to say the religious things to either one of them because they both believe they are athiests or at best, agnostics. The reason being is that the three of us had a bit of a conflict when I first arrived from Lebanon last year during the Israeli War Crime of 2007. They weren't used to me at all or the manner in which I express myself (constantly) about Islam. Non muslims really cannot understand Islam you know and for sure, cannot understand those of us who submit to it (even though they all think they are quite smart and can). In some realms this is called arrogance. In the case of Pat and Jack, I chalk it up to ignorance. That is a whole story in itself...the altercation between the three of us which threatened to alienate us forever. It actually made me look up into the night sky the evening I ran away from Jack after beating him in the chest and ask, "Why Allah, why?" Patricia...my big sister "in law" and my favorite brother Jack. Of Jack and Fish. Jack like Grandfather. THAT Jack and THAT Pat. My other sister. The one in the photograph in front of the Atlantic Richfield station where she is carrying a plaid lunch box and I'm trying to squirm away and obviously, laughing.
Well. We settled those differences just in time to get ready for Patricia's earth shattering diagnosis of breast cancer. Just in time.
So, on this particular day, although still a bit fearful and hesitant to express something even quasi religious to her, I knew I had to say it. I knew why I'd come to America. I knew why I couldn't leave. I said to her, "Now then, how on earth do you think you could have coped with chemo if you and Jack would have still been downing a twelve pack every single night?" Well...I didn't say it exactly like that but the reader must get the profound point I had to make to her.
Her eyes grew large and began to shine. She asked then, "Do you think I was being prepared for this?"
I said, "Absolutely." Not even a tiny doubt. She knew I was right. Pat runs over a hundred miles a week. Gosh, even when she and Jack were tossing down the Buds she ran at least that or more. Although being an athlete puts you in a certain "class" of nonbeliever it certainly does not cure cancer in and of itself.
And now, Pat is getting better. She showed me her head today. Lots of tiny hairs coming in and even a few eyebrows on her still gorgeous fifty plus face. She's almost done with her radiation now and told me today that her docs put her in the 90 percentile group of survivors. She is one of the reasons I took hijab. She was wondering whether or not to buy a bunch of cheesy wigs and I said, "Why on earth would you cover such a beautiful head? I mean, you are beautiful. I can see if you were a really unsightly person but you don't have to worry. You always look great and you'll look just as great bald." And I look just as great with a rag on my head. I really do. Or, so some people say.
And that is why I am here. Probably for even more reasons than that. A long time ago, another muslim questioned me about my American family. He wanted to know if they had accepted Islam. Back then I thought, "Oh...never. They just never could do that. Impossible." I gave up on that idea right there and then. I mean what do you do? Just come out and tell a person, "Look, I have proof that you are lacking something incredibly important, I know what it is and I'm gonna tell you what it is and you are going to accept it?" You just can't do that even though you might sometimes try. I guarantee you though, you only try and fail at that once to learn that particular lesson that is constantly reiterated in the Quran.
Miracles take time. I'm here to tell my family something and perhaps a few other people who see my covered head bopping around town and turn their heads in a state of shock, "What! A muslim here in South Eastern Arizona! In Minuteman territory? Right here next to the illegal alien Wall of China?"
No way.
Yes way. And Miracles take time. And yes, I smoke. It is a real fitna for me. But I also know how and when I am going to die.
When Allah chooses.
[2.256] There is no compulsion in religion; truly the right way has become clearly distinct from error; therefore, whoever disbelieves in the Shaitan and believes in Allah he indeed has laid hold on the firmest handle, which shall not break off, and Allah is Hearing, Knowing.
Clown Carrying His Clown Father's Coffin
Photo by Richard Byrd
My husband looked as if we'd just asked him to eat a live goldfish.
He stood by the garage doors, speechless and obviously quite embarrassed. My sister-in-law looked at me sideways in her usual conspiratorial manner. Jack looked as is his usual like the cat who ate the canary and her babies.
She said, "So do you want to hold my breast Mel?"
My poor Arab husband just stood there, another helpless victim of our various Laundry Hill demons. We three are so used to these things and so enjoy getting a bite out of someone who doesn't understand the ethics of growing up on Laundry Hill.
So she reached inside her blouse and felt around on her left side and pulled her breast right out of her tank top. There it was.
Jack made it himself out of some old gray foam. He sized it properly and smoothed it out on some kind of lathe from inside his shop on Tombstone Canyon.
Breast Cancer. It's been an interesting few months with those two, Jack and Pat Porter. Two of the most ethical people alive and two of the most death ignorant people I've ever met. And, in the past, two of the most committed beer drinkers in town. They admit it. They gave it up after one of their acquaintances (a profound lush) shot himself in the head. That was enough for them and they quit cold turkey...over two years ago. Over two years before Pat discovered she had a malignancy in her left breast.
Their youngest son was the one to tell my son, his cousin, that his mom had cancer. "My mom has cancer." I think most people can conceptualize to a certain extent what that phrase sounds like but only those who have had it uttered to them or had to utter it to someone else can truly fathom the gamut of emotions a person and their family goes through when they hear those words for real.
For me, as a nurse with a long history of dealing with people in crisis, I felt that old familiar feeling. It is like watching a car wreck in slow motion. You know how it ends, you know the players at the scene but still, you cannot predict if a person who walks away from that accident won't be in another one the very next day. That is how life is and how death is.
I told Pat in the first few days and weeks that cancer wouldn't kill her. I said that Allah gives life and as well, Allah takes life away. "Your day is your day and there is no averting it." At first she wasn't too thrilled about that presumptuous statement coming from her very religious baby sister in law. I say "baby" because I grew up with Pat. She grew up with my brother. No one ever expected those two to end up getting married. I'll never forget their wedding out in Ventura, California. Jack's hair back then was longer than Pat's. He'd made a bet with a buddy of is that he would not cut it for five whole years and he didn't. He made fiddy bucks on that one. At their wedding (I was only about ten), one of their guests known only as Dirty Dave (uh...he came on to me too) tried to drive off with a loaded .45 on the roof of his car. Her parents weren't too thrilled about the match either and didn't attend the wedding which was home made, a nice little "personal affair" that took maybe two days to plan and execute. Not what I'd call a Crystal Shaw-Hayden type of shindig.
Pat was the sweetheart of Bisbee and still is actually. Dance classes, flawless skin and a special mixed breed (her father is an Okie and her mother of Mexican descent) beauty. She was never without a boyfriend and it was usually the captain of some team or another. But not Jack Porter. No...not a Porter. We used to be considered....on the bad team. The poor side of town and willing to defend ourselves from anything and anybody. We were rough and my mother could barely afford tuna on sale most of the time, never mind the dance classes at Crystal Shaw-Hayden's Dance Academy where Pat and those types of girls went to learn tap, ballet and jazz. I remember the sign even said " ...and Charm School".
I used to go up to Patricia's house all the time. Her father treated me like one of his own and used to carry me around on his shoulders and he built me a special swing out under the tree at the corner of the house because I was too small to play with all the older kids on the big tire swing out on a massive oak tree in the drainage channel in front of the Alexander homestead. And it was a "homestead" complete with a fire pit for garbage burning, three free standing shacks used for various things and a "workshop".
The Alexanders (and everyone else back then) were avid hunters. Almost every Sunday Mr. Alexander would be serving the catch of the day: frog's legs to havelina to duck. He'd try to get me to eat some but I'd just plug my nose and run away. I was from a deer, trout and rabbit only household even if my mother used to love brains and eggs. The workshop was covered with every set of antlers that Mr. Alexander and the two Alexander boys shot. The workshop was so picturesque that Richard Byrd (who traveled with the Beatles and studied with Ansel Adams) took one of his most popular photos using the zone system which was ideally suited to the boney white antlers against the grainy exterior of the shop.
Yes...their house was the place to be and sometimes Patricia would put me beside her on the piano bench and teach me a little 1-2-3, 3-2-1, 1-2-3-2-1-1. Or better yet, she would take me to the storage shack and pull out her old Barbie case which was turquoise with a line drawing of a fashion doll on front wearing a pink poodle skirt. And they had a dining room! They dried their dishes with hand towels and put them away whereas ours just dried in the rack. They had two bathrooms even! or at least, I believed they did. We had one and an old enamel chamber pot that someone would hand out if you couldn't hold it. Usually, when it comes to chamber pots, you can. Trust me.
It was heaven up there and they were a stable family in the midst of so much that was so unstable. No one though including her parents imagined that one day she would be under a car in a garage tightening a drive shaft or pulling out an oil pan. What kind of work is that for a woman with a Master's Degree in Social Work?
It's my brother Jack's work and so, it is her work because they are two people meant to be as they are, just as all people are as they are meant to be. She is his wife. Jack trained his wife to rebuild an entire engine. She does the ordering and the phone answering too, tends to the social work of a Bisbee business and is the wife of Bisbee's Ward 1 councilman, WJ "Jack" Porter. And Jack makes the breasts. Rather good at it actually.
One day after Pat had started her chemo, I was up at the garage on one of my weekly visits. It was very important to the two of them that people not over react to what they both must have seen "back then" as a death sentence. I kept repeating to them day after day, "Your day is your day." I followed this up with the explanation that even if you do get cancer then who says you aren't going to die on your way to see the oncologist? Neither one of them likes to wear a helmut as they cruise around town on their Harleys. Hers is red and Jacks is home made and silver.
On my visits Pat would vary between wanting to talk and not wanting to talk. She'd rush over to one of the grimy shelves and bring out a pack of papers her mother (also an RN) sent to her via email which detailed the various side effects and risks of her chemo. I'd just look at them and have to say, "I'm not a "cancer" nurse. I know about as much as you do." I know what I know about. I know about car wrecks. I've carried a few dead bodies myself from time to time and I've also seen the most miraculous things.
That day though I wanted to say something a bit more religious. It was clear to me that Pat was chosen to experience something and it was becoming more clear to her each time I'd pay her a visit. Our conversations grew deeper and more hushed. She said to me at one point, "It's strange, I feel kind of blessed by this." And I nodded to that one. I said, "Yes, you've received a warning."
Not everyone gets a warning you know. We are the lucky ones. Many people just venture forth every day and take life and death for granted. They assume so much and even assume that they might even die. So what! All very normal thoughts people have. Not many of them however understand something really fine about life and death. People think death is the exceptional day. Afterall, it only happens to each of us once. Fact of the matter is, the death day or as we say in Islam "The Hour" is not exceptional at all. It is guaranteed and shared by every single living thing. What isn't shared by every single living thing is the exceptional quality of life under the clause: you only wake up each day because you didn't die. Sounds simple enough but until you've seen death up close most people cannot possibly comprehend it on a personal level. Allah prevents people from dying each and every day. It isn't about how many people died today in Iraq or Utah. It's about how many people are allowed one more day to change something. Each and every day is a chance to change something.
So, on this particular day I looked at Pat. I hesitated to say the religious things to either one of them because they both believe they are athiests or at best, agnostics. The reason being is that the three of us had a bit of a conflict when I first arrived from Lebanon last year during the Israeli War Crime of 2007. They weren't used to me at all or the manner in which I express myself (constantly) about Islam. Non muslims really cannot understand Islam you know and for sure, cannot understand those of us who submit to it (even though they all think they are quite smart and can). In some realms this is called arrogance. In the case of Pat and Jack, I chalk it up to ignorance. That is a whole story in itself...the altercation between the three of us which threatened to alienate us forever. It actually made me look up into the night sky the evening I ran away from Jack after beating him in the chest and ask, "Why Allah, why?" Patricia...my big sister "in law" and my favorite brother Jack. Of Jack and Fish. Jack like Grandfather. THAT Jack and THAT Pat. My other sister. The one in the photograph in front of the Atlantic Richfield station where she is carrying a plaid lunch box and I'm trying to squirm away and obviously, laughing.
Well. We settled those differences just in time to get ready for Patricia's earth shattering diagnosis of breast cancer. Just in time.
So, on this particular day, although still a bit fearful and hesitant to express something even quasi religious to her, I knew I had to say it. I knew why I'd come to America. I knew why I couldn't leave. I said to her, "Now then, how on earth do you think you could have coped with chemo if you and Jack would have still been downing a twelve pack every single night?" Well...I didn't say it exactly like that but the reader must get the profound point I had to make to her.
Her eyes grew large and began to shine. She asked then, "Do you think I was being prepared for this?"
I said, "Absolutely." Not even a tiny doubt. She knew I was right. Pat runs over a hundred miles a week. Gosh, even when she and Jack were tossing down the Buds she ran at least that or more. Although being an athlete puts you in a certain "class" of nonbeliever it certainly does not cure cancer in and of itself.
And now, Pat is getting better. She showed me her head today. Lots of tiny hairs coming in and even a few eyebrows on her still gorgeous fifty plus face. She's almost done with her radiation now and told me today that her docs put her in the 90 percentile group of survivors. She is one of the reasons I took hijab. She was wondering whether or not to buy a bunch of cheesy wigs and I said, "Why on earth would you cover such a beautiful head? I mean, you are beautiful. I can see if you were a really unsightly person but you don't have to worry. You always look great and you'll look just as great bald." And I look just as great with a rag on my head. I really do. Or, so some people say.
And that is why I am here. Probably for even more reasons than that. A long time ago, another muslim questioned me about my American family. He wanted to know if they had accepted Islam. Back then I thought, "Oh...never. They just never could do that. Impossible." I gave up on that idea right there and then. I mean what do you do? Just come out and tell a person, "Look, I have proof that you are lacking something incredibly important, I know what it is and I'm gonna tell you what it is and you are going to accept it?" You just can't do that even though you might sometimes try. I guarantee you though, you only try and fail at that once to learn that particular lesson that is constantly reiterated in the Quran.
Miracles take time. I'm here to tell my family something and perhaps a few other people who see my covered head bopping around town and turn their heads in a state of shock, "What! A muslim here in South Eastern Arizona! In Minuteman territory? Right here next to the illegal alien Wall of China?"
No way.
Yes way. And Miracles take time. And yes, I smoke. It is a real fitna for me. But I also know how and when I am going to die.
When Allah chooses.
This looks exactly like the Israeli plan to destroy Hezbollah last year.
Massive invasion, air strikes, collateral damage...blah blah blah.
Hell it seems, is an ambush. If these morons decide to do this then...well. I'd say:
Bye Bye America. Because it will officially be "over". Americans will become not only bankrupt but will suffer what we muslims like to call:
a humiliating chastisement.
As if they aren't already suffering it. Geez.
[19.83] Do you not see that We have sent the Shaitans against the unbelievers, inciting them by incitement?[19.84] Therefore be not in haste against them, We only number out to them a number (of days).[19.85] The day on which We will gather those who guard (against evil) to the Beneficent God to receive honors[19.86] And We will drive the guilty to hell thirsty[19.87] They shall not control intercession, save he who has made a covenant with the Beneficent God. -Sura Miriam, The Glorious Quran
Massive invasion, air strikes, collateral damage...blah blah blah.
Hell it seems, is an ambush. If these morons decide to do this then...well. I'd say:
Bye Bye America. Because it will officially be "over". Americans will become not only bankrupt but will suffer what we muslims like to call:
a humiliating chastisement.
As if they aren't already suffering it. Geez.
[19.83] Do you not see that We have sent the Shaitans against the unbelievers, inciting them by incitement?[19.84] Therefore be not in haste against them, We only number out to them a number (of days).[19.85] The day on which We will gather those who guard (against evil) to the Beneficent God to receive honors[19.86] And We will drive the guilty to hell thirsty[19.87] They shall not control intercession, save he who has made a covenant with the Beneficent God. -Sura Miriam, The Glorious Quran
If you can't beat 'em, fire them.
Dr. Norman Finkelstein, the outspoken critic of Israel and Zionism is fired.
What a big surprise. Not.
Dr. Norman Finkelstein, the outspoken critic of Israel and Zionism is fired.
What a big surprise. Not.
28.8.07
Optics in Nomenclature
The use of descriptions of eye structure and optics may be of help in constructing decapod phylogenies as long as attention is paid to the restrictions alluded to above. If the stratigraphic ranges of the extant decapod crustaceans (excluding those with reduced or absent eyes) is combined with the known optical types, a number of patterns are apparent (Fig. 2). The extant Penaeidea, Caridea, Palinura and Astacidea all possess reflecting superposition eyes. These groups (with the possible exception of the Penaeidea) probably arose from an explosive radiation in the Devonian and Carboniferous (Hessler, 1983) from an ancestor that may have possessed reflecting superposition eyes. Although reflecting optics could have evolved independently in each of these taxa, there is no evidence to suggest that this was the case. If it is assumed that this state was common to all of the early Decapoda, it is only necessary to suggest that these unusual optics evolved once from the apposition eyes of the ancestral eumalacostracan. Accurate descriptions of the facet patterns in fossil decapod eyes may well provide an answer to this question.
"Their eyes cast down, going forth from their graves as if they were scattered locusts" From the Proof called The Moon
The eye (Harun Yahye here), the subject of this book, is one of those organs of the body that have kept evolutionists on the ropes ever since Darwin, who himself confessed, "I remember well the time when the thought of the eye made me cold all over."1 A close examination of the eye's structure and functions will make it clear why evolutionists have felt compelled to avoid it. The eye's complex structure has several distinct components and systems. An amazing scope of distinctly different functions are realized individually, but only as a result of harmonious cooperation between all of these components and systems. If even one of them is missing or fails to cooperate, the eye can't perceive images. This is a Catch 22 for the evolutionists, who hold that all body parts have emerged gradually by themselves. That the eye can only function as a whole only when all its every system and component are present and intact rules out any such gradual formation.
The use of descriptions of eye structure and optics may be of help in constructing decapod phylogenies as long as attention is paid to the restrictions alluded to above. If the stratigraphic ranges of the extant decapod crustaceans (excluding those with reduced or absent eyes) is combined with the known optical types, a number of patterns are apparent (Fig. 2). The extant Penaeidea, Caridea, Palinura and Astacidea all possess reflecting superposition eyes. These groups (with the possible exception of the Penaeidea) probably arose from an explosive radiation in the Devonian and Carboniferous (Hessler, 1983) from an ancestor that may have possessed reflecting superposition eyes. Although reflecting optics could have evolved independently in each of these taxa, there is no evidence to suggest that this was the case. If it is assumed that this state was common to all of the early Decapoda, it is only necessary to suggest that these unusual optics evolved once from the apposition eyes of the ancestral eumalacostracan. Accurate descriptions of the facet patterns in fossil decapod eyes may well provide an answer to this question.
"Their eyes cast down, going forth from their graves as if they were scattered locusts" From the Proof called The Moon
The eye (Harun Yahye here), the subject of this book, is one of those organs of the body that have kept evolutionists on the ropes ever since Darwin, who himself confessed, "I remember well the time when the thought of the eye made me cold all over."1 A close examination of the eye's structure and functions will make it clear why evolutionists have felt compelled to avoid it. The eye's complex structure has several distinct components and systems. An amazing scope of distinctly different functions are realized individually, but only as a result of harmonious cooperation between all of these components and systems. If even one of them is missing or fails to cooperate, the eye can't perceive images. This is a Catch 22 for the evolutionists, who hold that all body parts have emerged gradually by themselves. That the eye can only function as a whole only when all its every system and component are present and intact rules out any such gradual formation.
Remembering Raul Hilberg
Raul Hilberg passed away on August 4. A refugee from Nazi-occupied Austria, Hilberg was the founder of the field of Holocaust studies.
"Arendt borrowed extensively from Hilberg's work with less-than-generous attribution. He never forgave her this oversight and - what truly is unforgivable - her condescending references to his study in private correspondence and her recommending against its publication by Princeton University Press. In his memoir Hilberg parries the insult, asserting, wrongly in my opinion, that Arendt's study The Origins of Totalitarianism lacked originality. It is true that Arendt could be lazy about facts, which might account for Hilberg's harsh judgment, but the first part of Origins contains many shrewd insights on the dilemmas of Jewish assimilation and paradoxes of the nation-state."
Hilberg reserved even greater contempt (and loathing) for Lucy Dawidowicz, author of the highly touted The War Against the Jews. Here it can be said that his verdict was faultless. During the heyday of the Holocaust religion in the 1970s-1980s, Dawidowicz was its designated high priestess. The problem was that, as Hilberg brutally demonstrates in his memoir, she got the most elementary facts wrong. I once asked my late mother, who survived Maidanek concentration camp, about Dawidowicz's depiction of all the Jews in the ghettos and camps furtively staying faithful to their religion until their final steps into the gas chambers. "When I first entered my block at Maidanek, all the women inmates had dyed-blond hair," my mother laughed. "They had been trying to pass as Gentiles." The shocking accounts of Jewish corruption that could be found in conveniently forgotten memoirs like Bernard Goldstein's The Stars Bear Witness were deleted in Dawidowicz's fantasy."
Raul Hilberg passed away on August 4. A refugee from Nazi-occupied Austria, Hilberg was the founder of the field of Holocaust studies.
"Arendt borrowed extensively from Hilberg's work with less-than-generous attribution. He never forgave her this oversight and - what truly is unforgivable - her condescending references to his study in private correspondence and her recommending against its publication by Princeton University Press. In his memoir Hilberg parries the insult, asserting, wrongly in my opinion, that Arendt's study The Origins of Totalitarianism lacked originality. It is true that Arendt could be lazy about facts, which might account for Hilberg's harsh judgment, but the first part of Origins contains many shrewd insights on the dilemmas of Jewish assimilation and paradoxes of the nation-state."
Hilberg reserved even greater contempt (and loathing) for Lucy Dawidowicz, author of the highly touted The War Against the Jews. Here it can be said that his verdict was faultless. During the heyday of the Holocaust religion in the 1970s-1980s, Dawidowicz was its designated high priestess. The problem was that, as Hilberg brutally demonstrates in his memoir, she got the most elementary facts wrong. I once asked my late mother, who survived Maidanek concentration camp, about Dawidowicz's depiction of all the Jews in the ghettos and camps furtively staying faithful to their religion until their final steps into the gas chambers. "When I first entered my block at Maidanek, all the women inmates had dyed-blond hair," my mother laughed. "They had been trying to pass as Gentiles." The shocking accounts of Jewish corruption that could be found in conveniently forgotten memoirs like Bernard Goldstein's The Stars Bear Witness were deleted in Dawidowicz's fantasy."
"After a division of Henry Holt (Metropolitan) agreed to publish my (Finkelstein) critical essay on Goldhagen (together with one by Birn), the Holocaust industry went ballistic. Its attempts to halt the book's publication were neutralized, however, when Hilberg stepped forward to praise my contribution. But Adam Shatz, wielding the hatchet in Slate breezily surmised that Hilberg, along with the half dozen other leading scholars who blurbed the book, hadn't read carefully what I wrote. In light of what is known about Hilberg's fastidiousness, this would have been strangely out of character."
*Slate is a tabloid run by the Washington Post and hosts such venerable "artists" as the Allah Despising Christopher Hitchcock..Hitchens. Sorry. The Washington Post of course runs the mirror tabloid in Israel known as The Jerusalem Post.
Lebanon: Hizbullah, a progressive Islamic party?
-Interview with Joseph Alagha
"Basically, one can describe Hizbullah as a progressive Islamic jihadi movement. However, the use of the term “jihad” should not lead us to think that Hizbullah is inherently a radical group prone to violence. Its primary purpose has been, of course, military, deeply linked with the resistance against Israel (al-Muqawama al-Islamiyya), but is not exclusively so. Beyond the fact the Party of God has been capable of associating Christian or Sunni actors in some of its political fights, Hizbullah's jihad is not a militant struggle aimed at toppling an infidel government, but essentially a moral effort to discipline oneself. It may sound anecdotal, but, in many respects, this philosophy of al-Jihad al-Akbar has been translated into political results. The movement has not only been spared the corruption that erodes the reputation of all Lebanese political organizations, but it has also developed an internal policy contributing to its transparency and limiting individual ambitions. Whereas in Lebanon officials are known for taking their chairs with them when leaving office, Hizbullah has a rotation policy whose aim is to avoid bureaucratic corruption. The movement's cadres have to regularly change their jobs (the rhythm varying according to the importance of the service), moving from one post to another."
*Joseph Alagha worked on his doctorate at the International Institute for the Study of Islam in the Modern World (ISIM), Leiden, the Netherlands, and received his Ph.D. in Middle Eastern and Islamic Studies from the Free University of Amsterdam. He is presently Assistant Professor of Islamic Studies at the Lebanese American University. He is the author of the book The Shifts in Hizbullah's Ideology, published by Amsterdam University Press in 2006. His various articles on Hizbullah, Iran and the Intifada have appeared in academic journals such as Middle East Report, ORIENT, Studies on Islam, ISIM Review, Sharqiyyat and Soera.
-Interview with Joseph Alagha
"Basically, one can describe Hizbullah as a progressive Islamic jihadi movement. However, the use of the term “jihad” should not lead us to think that Hizbullah is inherently a radical group prone to violence. Its primary purpose has been, of course, military, deeply linked with the resistance against Israel (al-Muqawama al-Islamiyya), but is not exclusively so. Beyond the fact the Party of God has been capable of associating Christian or Sunni actors in some of its political fights, Hizbullah's jihad is not a militant struggle aimed at toppling an infidel government, but essentially a moral effort to discipline oneself. It may sound anecdotal, but, in many respects, this philosophy of al-Jihad al-Akbar has been translated into political results. The movement has not only been spared the corruption that erodes the reputation of all Lebanese political organizations, but it has also developed an internal policy contributing to its transparency and limiting individual ambitions. Whereas in Lebanon officials are known for taking their chairs with them when leaving office, Hizbullah has a rotation policy whose aim is to avoid bureaucratic corruption. The movement's cadres have to regularly change their jobs (the rhythm varying according to the importance of the service), moving from one post to another."
*Joseph Alagha worked on his doctorate at the International Institute for the Study of Islam in the Modern World (ISIM), Leiden, the Netherlands, and received his Ph.D. in Middle Eastern and Islamic Studies from the Free University of Amsterdam. He is presently Assistant Professor of Islamic Studies at the Lebanese American University. He is the author of the book The Shifts in Hizbullah's Ideology, published by Amsterdam University Press in 2006. His various articles on Hizbullah, Iran and the Intifada have appeared in academic journals such as Middle East Report, ORIENT, Studies on Islam, ISIM Review, Sharqiyyat and Soera.
27.8.07
The Story of Faith
1. Go here to read The Tufla Syndrome. Then go to step 2 and review some of the stats:
2. Smile Train.org:
-100% of your donation goes toward programs.
-We’re the world’s largest and most cost-effective cleft charity.
-Meets extensive standards of America's most experienced charity evaluator
__$250.00 to provide cleft surgery for one child
__$125.00 to cover half the cost of one surgery
__$50.00 to provide meds for one surgery
__$25.00 to cover sutures for one surgery
Decide on what you want to "buy" and then go here to punch in some facts about yerself:
3. Visa, MC, etc. accepted.
4. Most important step: Treat yourself to something nice. Some pie or something while patting yourself on the back and then, on the tummy.
[41.34] And not alike are the good and the evil. Repel (evil) with what is best, when lo! he between whom and you was enmity would be as if he were a warm friend. -The Glorious Quran, Ha Mim
1. Go here to read The Tufla Syndrome. Then go to step 2 and review some of the stats:
2. Smile Train.org:
-100% of your donation goes toward programs.
-We’re the world’s largest and most cost-effective cleft charity.
-Meets extensive standards of America's most experienced charity evaluator
__$250.00 to provide cleft surgery for one child
__$125.00 to cover half the cost of one surgery
__$50.00 to provide meds for one surgery
__$25.00 to cover sutures for one surgery
Decide on what you want to "buy" and then go here to punch in some facts about yerself:
3. Visa, MC, etc. accepted.
4. Most important step: Treat yourself to something nice. Some pie or something while patting yourself on the back and then, on the tummy.
[41.34] And not alike are the good and the evil. Repel (evil) with what is best, when lo! he between whom and you was enmity would be as if he were a warm friend. -The Glorious Quran, Ha Mim
Bisbee Extravaganza
The Map of Cars,
Mercury and Marquis
-And you follow 'till your sense of which
direction completely disappears
That was the labyrinth in the Gulch,
a hard right past the Philadelphia where
hash was the babysitting tutorial,
the only baby is in a jar, it is lifted.
Carmen and Peter and Jewish Jon ran off
while sister tailed along to see
some more of the avante guarde
on subway street. Can't remember
changing the baby but I must have arrived
to that engagement in the brougham.
Boy it seemed so big then and the cop
found it parked a week later
in front of St. Elmo's bar and grill
Do that again young lady and you'll get
fleeing arrest. What a thing!
and now it's small.
Fleeing arrest, no better way to describe that
glide down Youngblood with brakes tapping,
the sides of the alley scraping
just short of a decision: up to Zacatacas
or down to the Lyric. Bear up
in the canyon casting spells on the mons, mine
and several others, decision made down
to the bottom another hard right past
the grassy, past the flood-stained county
library up to the Baptist church where pies
never burned, zig-zag the castle rocks
wherein Bisbee Bob was dealing coke
from an old taco stand window
nearwhere the brakeman cracked
his victorian spine in the liffy-ditch then
up to the Ironman part of Cork, all those
serenity-prayer miners hacking in the echoes,
crawling just out of sight of the rectory,
slow enough to catch a whiff of the votives.
Another right but not so hard into garden
past the chihuahua across from our cousin's
which was empty except for the touching
we did under the ocatillo canopy near
the tunnel under the stairs and into the garage,
buried in the hill as it always was.
Up to Mayer to tuck that brougham in,
her tail end and they are all girls we said,
part of the celtic myth of deers, all the cars
are girls and you got away and pushed her
spine to the end of Laundryhill
and let her down easy while
the eight track hauled out the year of the cat.
Bisbee to Oprah
..and the best way to go down the hill: Coasters. Jack (my honest, decent brother) in the cap asking the kids what they'll do if they lose their brakes. Good old Jack.
Jack & Fish
Everything happened suddenly, Jack surprised.
Jack? Jack surprised. Jack handsome.
Jack in the front seat, Jack driving.
Jack like father, Jack like Grandfather.
Jack like all Jacks. Jack of all trades
and Jack of all exiles.
Jack of the St. Louis Arches.
Jack of hippy hiking across the land of Jacks.
Jack of Sailor Suits. Jack of smiles.
Jack. Just Jack that day and John,
somewhere else
smoking cigarettes perhaps
in the tent. How did she catch that?
Jack said. No one knew.
As big as her arm. As long as her pony.
Her two ponies, Apaloosa and Pinto.
The ones they all dream of at certain times.
Come here little fishes. She said come here
little fishes, big ones too. I'll get rid of you!
Or, I'll let you go, or you will get away.
But for now, I'll catch and pull you in.
Jack pulled it in. Jack slit the trouty guts
with his Jack Knife. Jack, just jack all over.
The Map of Cars,
Mercury and Marquis
-And you follow 'till your sense of which
direction completely disappears
That was the labyrinth in the Gulch,
a hard right past the Philadelphia where
hash was the babysitting tutorial,
the only baby is in a jar, it is lifted.
Carmen and Peter and Jewish Jon ran off
while sister tailed along to see
some more of the avante guarde
on subway street. Can't remember
changing the baby but I must have arrived
to that engagement in the brougham.
Boy it seemed so big then and the cop
found it parked a week later
in front of St. Elmo's bar and grill
Do that again young lady and you'll get
fleeing arrest. What a thing!
and now it's small.
Fleeing arrest, no better way to describe that
glide down Youngblood with brakes tapping,
the sides of the alley scraping
just short of a decision: up to Zacatacas
or down to the Lyric. Bear up
in the canyon casting spells on the mons, mine
and several others, decision made down
to the bottom another hard right past
the grassy, past the flood-stained county
library up to the Baptist church where pies
never burned, zig-zag the castle rocks
wherein Bisbee Bob was dealing coke
from an old taco stand window
nearwhere the brakeman cracked
his victorian spine in the liffy-ditch then
up to the Ironman part of Cork, all those
serenity-prayer miners hacking in the echoes,
crawling just out of sight of the rectory,
slow enough to catch a whiff of the votives.
Another right but not so hard into garden
past the chihuahua across from our cousin's
which was empty except for the touching
we did under the ocatillo canopy near
the tunnel under the stairs and into the garage,
buried in the hill as it always was.
Up to Mayer to tuck that brougham in,
her tail end and they are all girls we said,
part of the celtic myth of deers, all the cars
are girls and you got away and pushed her
spine to the end of Laundryhill
and let her down easy while
the eight track hauled out the year of the cat.
Bisbee to Oprah
..and the best way to go down the hill: Coasters. Jack (my honest, decent brother) in the cap asking the kids what they'll do if they lose their brakes. Good old Jack.
Jack & Fish
Everything happened suddenly, Jack surprised.
Jack? Jack surprised. Jack handsome.
Jack in the front seat, Jack driving.
Jack like father, Jack like Grandfather.
Jack like all Jacks. Jack of all trades
and Jack of all exiles.
Jack of the St. Louis Arches.
Jack of hippy hiking across the land of Jacks.
Jack of Sailor Suits. Jack of smiles.
Jack. Just Jack that day and John,
somewhere else
smoking cigarettes perhaps
in the tent. How did she catch that?
Jack said. No one knew.
As big as her arm. As long as her pony.
Her two ponies, Apaloosa and Pinto.
The ones they all dream of at certain times.
Come here little fishes. She said come here
little fishes, big ones too. I'll get rid of you!
Or, I'll let you go, or you will get away.
But for now, I'll catch and pull you in.
Jack pulled it in. Jack slit the trouty guts
with his Jack Knife. Jack, just jack all over.
Perhaps the most Unreported Story of our times are the numerous sightings of strange lights ALL over the planet. They've been seen in Phoenix, Chicago, Poland, the UK, Mexico and many, many other places. Why isn't someone talking about this? The following are a few from Poland, Italy, Taiwan, Ohio, Belgium, Peru.. One of the most documented sightings occurred twice in Phoenix and were witnessed by thousands of people. That incident is simply referred to as The Phoenix Lights incident.
..there's too many to show here. One of the best ones I think is from Mexico and shows the Mexican Air Force flying side by side with these lights.
Hmm.
"That this light was physical as well as spiritual was borne witness to most amply by those who saw him. The Lady ‘A‘isha related how she saw the whole room fill with light one night, then it disappeared, while the Prophet continued to call upon his Lord. Then the room was filled with a more powerful light which disappeared after a while. She asked, "What is this light I saw?" he said, "Did you see it. O ‘A‘isha?" "Yes!" she replied. He said, "I asked my Lord to grant me my nation, so He gave me one third of them, so I praised and thanked Him. Then I asked him for the rest, so He gave me the second third, so I praised and thanked Him. Then I asked Him for the third third, so He gave it to me, so I praised and thanked Him." She said that had she wished to pick up mustard seeds from the floor by this light she could have.[13] In the famous description of Hind ibn Abi Hala, the Prophet’s stepson from the Lady Khadija, "He was dignified and awe inspiring, radiant like the radiance of the moon on the night it is full…"[14] Ibn ‘Abbas described how he saw light shining from between his front teeth.[15] Abu Qursafa, as a boy, went to swear allegiance to the Prophet, together with his mother and her sister. When they returned home they told him, " My son, we have never seen the like of this man, nor anyone better looking, cleaner dressed, or gentler in his speech; and we saw as if light came out of his mouth." [16]
"The Companion, Anas ibn Malik, may Allah be pleased with him, described how, when the Prophet, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, first entered Madina, everything in Madina became illuminated, then how, when he died and was buried in ‘A’isha’s house, the light disappeared. The phenomenon was so sudden that the Companions were taken aback and began to doubt whether they had really seen it at all.[17] This was only the light that radiated from his blessed body, for Madina itself remained the city of Light. Ab? Hurayra related how they were once praying the night prayer of ‘isha’ with the Prophet, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, and how the Prophet’s two grandsons, Hasan and Husayn climbed onto his back when he went into prostration. When he was done, he placed one of them on his right and the other on his left. Abu Hurayra asked him, "Shall I take them to their mother?" he replied, "No". Then a flashing light appeared from the sky, at which he said, "go to your mother." The light remained until they reached their house.[18] On another occasion, Anas said that, he accompanied the Prophet, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, into the mosque where they saw a group of people with their hands raised, calling upon Allah. "Do you see in their hands what I see?" the Prophet asked. "What is in their hands?" Anas replied. "There is light in their hands," replied the Prophet. "Ask Allah the Exalted to show it to me," said Anas. At the Prophet’s request, Allah showed it to him.[19] Another Companion, ‘Amr al-Aslami, said that once they were with the Messenger of Allah, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, on a very dark night and lost sight of each other. Suddenly ‘Amr’s fingers shone forth with light so that they were able to round up their mounts and gather again. The light did not subside until they had finished gathering.[20] As for Abu ‘Abs, he used to pray all the ritual prayers with the Prophet, then walk back to his dwelling, at Bani Haritha, a few miles from the mosque. One dark rainy night, as he left the mosque, his staff was made to shine forth with light, so that he was able to walk safely back home.[21] On another occasion, two of the Prophet’s well known Companions, Usayd ibn Hudayr and ‘Abbad ibn Bishr, left the Prophet’s house late on a dark night. The tip of the staff of one of them lit up like a lamp and they were able to walk. When they came to the place where they usually separated, the tip of the other staff lit up as well.[22] Another Companion, al-Tufayl ibn ‘Amr al-Dawsi, related how, after his first visit to the Prophet, when he accepted Islam and was about to return to his tribe, he asked the Prophet for a sign to show to his tribesmen, at which a light shone forth from his forehead. He exclaimed, "Not here, O Messenger of Allah, they will think it a curse!" So the Prophet moved the light to the tip of al- Tufayl’s whip. He returned to his tribe with this sign and most of them accepted Islam.[23] "
....it might also explain what happened to the fourth plane which was "downed" (it didn't crash and this can be proven because the wreckage was spread over a vast stretch of farmland unlike your run o'the mill plane wreck in which the wreckage is usually distributed over less than a few acres or miles). It is what you call a "heavenly" SNAFU. And then tower seven had to be taken down due to the massive amount of incriminating evidence it contained (against the real perpetrators of 9/11).
And no. I am not embarrassed at all to share this hypothesis. I stand absolutely by my own reason. It hasn't ever let me down. Except that one time....well. Nevermind. Another time and another paradigm.
http://www.themodernreligion.com/prophet/light.html
And this by our very own Air Force:
...and the Messican one:
...and the CNN report about same:
..there's too many to show here. One of the best ones I think is from Mexico and shows the Mexican Air Force flying side by side with these lights.
Hmm.
"That this light was physical as well as spiritual was borne witness to most amply by those who saw him. The Lady ‘A‘isha related how she saw the whole room fill with light one night, then it disappeared, while the Prophet continued to call upon his Lord. Then the room was filled with a more powerful light which disappeared after a while. She asked, "What is this light I saw?" he said, "Did you see it. O ‘A‘isha?" "Yes!" she replied. He said, "I asked my Lord to grant me my nation, so He gave me one third of them, so I praised and thanked Him. Then I asked him for the rest, so He gave me the second third, so I praised and thanked Him. Then I asked Him for the third third, so He gave it to me, so I praised and thanked Him." She said that had she wished to pick up mustard seeds from the floor by this light she could have.[13] In the famous description of Hind ibn Abi Hala, the Prophet’s stepson from the Lady Khadija, "He was dignified and awe inspiring, radiant like the radiance of the moon on the night it is full…"[14] Ibn ‘Abbas described how he saw light shining from between his front teeth.[15] Abu Qursafa, as a boy, went to swear allegiance to the Prophet, together with his mother and her sister. When they returned home they told him, " My son, we have never seen the like of this man, nor anyone better looking, cleaner dressed, or gentler in his speech; and we saw as if light came out of his mouth." [16]
"The Companion, Anas ibn Malik, may Allah be pleased with him, described how, when the Prophet, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, first entered Madina, everything in Madina became illuminated, then how, when he died and was buried in ‘A’isha’s house, the light disappeared. The phenomenon was so sudden that the Companions were taken aback and began to doubt whether they had really seen it at all.[17] This was only the light that radiated from his blessed body, for Madina itself remained the city of Light. Ab? Hurayra related how they were once praying the night prayer of ‘isha’ with the Prophet, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, and how the Prophet’s two grandsons, Hasan and Husayn climbed onto his back when he went into prostration. When he was done, he placed one of them on his right and the other on his left. Abu Hurayra asked him, "Shall I take them to their mother?" he replied, "No". Then a flashing light appeared from the sky, at which he said, "go to your mother." The light remained until they reached their house.[18] On another occasion, Anas said that, he accompanied the Prophet, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, into the mosque where they saw a group of people with their hands raised, calling upon Allah. "Do you see in their hands what I see?" the Prophet asked. "What is in their hands?" Anas replied. "There is light in their hands," replied the Prophet. "Ask Allah the Exalted to show it to me," said Anas. At the Prophet’s request, Allah showed it to him.[19] Another Companion, ‘Amr al-Aslami, said that once they were with the Messenger of Allah, may Allah’s blessings and peace be upon him, on a very dark night and lost sight of each other. Suddenly ‘Amr’s fingers shone forth with light so that they were able to round up their mounts and gather again. The light did not subside until they had finished gathering.[20] As for Abu ‘Abs, he used to pray all the ritual prayers with the Prophet, then walk back to his dwelling, at Bani Haritha, a few miles from the mosque. One dark rainy night, as he left the mosque, his staff was made to shine forth with light, so that he was able to walk safely back home.[21] On another occasion, two of the Prophet’s well known Companions, Usayd ibn Hudayr and ‘Abbad ibn Bishr, left the Prophet’s house late on a dark night. The tip of the staff of one of them lit up like a lamp and they were able to walk. When they came to the place where they usually separated, the tip of the other staff lit up as well.[22] Another Companion, al-Tufayl ibn ‘Amr al-Dawsi, related how, after his first visit to the Prophet, when he accepted Islam and was about to return to his tribe, he asked the Prophet for a sign to show to his tribesmen, at which a light shone forth from his forehead. He exclaimed, "Not here, O Messenger of Allah, they will think it a curse!" So the Prophet moved the light to the tip of al- Tufayl’s whip. He returned to his tribe with this sign and most of them accepted Islam.[23] "
....it might also explain what happened to the fourth plane which was "downed" (it didn't crash and this can be proven because the wreckage was spread over a vast stretch of farmland unlike your run o'the mill plane wreck in which the wreckage is usually distributed over less than a few acres or miles). It is what you call a "heavenly" SNAFU. And then tower seven had to be taken down due to the massive amount of incriminating evidence it contained (against the real perpetrators of 9/11).
And no. I am not embarrassed at all to share this hypothesis. I stand absolutely by my own reason. It hasn't ever let me down. Except that one time....well. Nevermind. Another time and another paradigm.
http://www.themodernreligion.com/prophet/light.html
And this by our very own Air Force:
...and the Messican one:
...and the CNN report about same:
26.8.07
Namlites
The conflict offers a glimpse into a complex insect society that is neither an absolute monarchy under the control of the queen, nor a workers' paradise where the queen is a slave to the will of her offspring. Rather, workers and queens have arrived at a kind of negotiated middle ground, according to research conducted at North Carolina State University and published Friday, Aug. 17, in the journal Science.
Proof 27 The Ant, The Glorious Quran
And say, "Praise be to GOD; He will show you His proofs, until you recognize them. Your Lord is never unaware of anything you do."
She (Sheba, the ant queen) said, "O my advisers, I have received an honorable letter. "It is from Solomon, and it is, `In the name of GOD, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.' "Proclaiming: `Do not be arrogant; come to me as submitters.' " She said, "O my advisers, counsel me in this matter. I am not deciding anything until you advise me."
The conflict offers a glimpse into a complex insect society that is neither an absolute monarchy under the control of the queen, nor a workers' paradise where the queen is a slave to the will of her offspring. Rather, workers and queens have arrived at a kind of negotiated middle ground, according to research conducted at North Carolina State University and published Friday, Aug. 17, in the journal Science.
Proof 27 The Ant, The Glorious Quran
And say, "Praise be to GOD; He will show you His proofs, until you recognize them. Your Lord is never unaware of anything you do."
She (Sheba, the ant queen) said, "O my advisers, I have received an honorable letter. "It is from Solomon, and it is, `In the name of GOD, Most Gracious, Most Merciful.' "Proclaiming: `Do not be arrogant; come to me as submitters.' " She said, "O my advisers, counsel me in this matter. I am not deciding anything until you advise me."
The Lie That Bush Built
http://news.independent.co.uk/fisk/article2893860.ece
"But – here we go. I am increasingly troubled at the inconsistencies in the official narrative of 9/11. It's not just the obvious non sequiturs: where are the aircraft parts (engines, etc) from the attack on the Pentagon? Why have the officials involved in the United 93 flight (which crashed in Pennsylvania) been muzzled? Why did flight 93's debris spread over miles when it was supposed to have crashed in one piece in a field? Again, I'm not talking about the crazed "research" of David Icke's Alice in Wonderland and the World Trade Center Disaster – which should send any sane man back to reading the telephone directory." Robert Fisk
....of course. It isn't even essential to establish anything other than the tower 7 was blown up to destroy the evidence which was meant to be destroyed by the flight that was downed in the field when the passengers did the unexepected. They took over the flight. Oops.
A first grader could figure this out. Heh...and they probably will when they get to high school and beyond. They are of course, "the future".
23.8.07
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