31.10.06

On the challenge of writing Politically from an Arab or Muslim perspective:

http://greatamericanpinup.blogspot.com/2006/01/suheir-hammads-zaatardiva-and-kazim.html

Well done.
Is Muqtada Al Sadr becoming the "Nasrallah of Iraq"?

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061031/ap_on_re_mi_ea/iraq



Besides al-Sadr, the largest Shiite coalition in the 275-member parliament, the United Iraqi Alliance, had also condemned the checkpoints for inflicting what it described as "collective punishment" against residents of Baghdad's Shiite neighborhoods.

*"Kidnapping a man can't be a pretext for laying siege to these neighborhoods," Sheik Jalal Eddin al-Sagheer, a prominent Shiite lawmaker, said at a news conference.

Al-Maliki's threatened to further roil relations with the U.S. that hit a rough patch last week after Al-Maliki issued a string of bitter complaints — at one point saying he was not "America's man in Iraq."

Al-Maliki had apparently been angered by a statement from U.S. Ambassador Zalmay Khalilzad that the prime minister had agreed to set a timeline for progress on reaching security and political goals — something al-Maliki denied. He also angrily rebuked the U.S. for a raid on Sadr city targeting an alleged death squad leader in which 10 people were killed.

*As it was a justification for Israeli war crimes against the Lebanese people. A person MUST read between the lines. Political and war captives cannot be the basis for wars when in fact, the US and Israel are engaged in a war against Muslims and their way of life, liberty and the persuit of Islamic States instead of US engineered democrazies. Particularly in light of Gitmo and Abu Gharaib. If that is indeed the case for "collective punishment" then boy, does the US have it coming to them.
Screw MOCKERY. We have had enough
of Israel's BRUTAL MOCKERIES!

http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/781888.html

In the heaviest show of aerial power since the August 14 cease-fire, IAF fighter jets dived down at least six times to zoom low over the southern suburbs. No bombing was reported, but the roar of the jets caused concern among residents, some of whom took to the rooftops and balconies to watch.In south Lebanon, officials and witnesses reported IAF planes staging mock raids over the towns of Nabatiyeh and Tyre.

I.E. "staging" "mockery" "caused concern"....just like everyone they murder is a "militant".

Militant pregnant women at checkpoints and their stillborn little militants that die because they are denied transit to hospitals. Militant children with their buckets on the beach. Militant children on their way to school (a famous incident in which the IDF literally planted a shell on a path to a Palestinian schoolyard and detonated it by remote control) in which five children from one family were murdered in cold blood. The Militant boy named Mohamed Al Dura that was murdered in cold blood as his father sheltered him from IDF machine gun fire. The Militant activist Rachel Corey who was not only run over once by an IDF bulldozer but repeatedly.

So many militants and so much mockery!




She complains of how no one is helping them.

30.10.06

Jimmy Judd is dead.

http://www.willcoxrangenews.com/articles/2005/12/07/news/news3.txt

The strangest thing happened today. My daughter and I were on the road to Douglas and I was retelling the Miracle Valley tale for about the thousandth time. I thought about what an interesting story it is and how the two of us should "work on it" together. When I got home, I did a quick search on Jimmy's name and Miracle Valley and found much to both of our surprise and amazement, that the sherriff had died on Friday. This is the second time Miracle Valley has made such a strange re-entry into my life on this "visit" to SE Arizona. Last time, it was a deer when I wished to see an animal. The poem, called The Old West is about miracles and the deer and the valley in which Miracles are said to occur. And mammoth bones discovered.

Must be a sign.

http://carmenisacat.blogspot.com/2006/09/milk-is-white-love-is-black-you.html

29.10.06

Israel Using Dirty Weapons of Mass Destruction
(well, we all know this and some of us even know about
the flying nuclear waste from places like the Los Alamos
facilities that mysteriously lost some computers to
a forest fire...some of us actually know what DU is.
It is flying Nuclear Waste that kills two birds with one
very hot stone: eliminates the need for disposal
while simultaneously distributing radioactive
dust to everyone in close proximity to a war
zone, regardless of their role as "enemy
combatants". Or non, as the case may be.

http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/780584.html

Busby's report concluded that such results could be caused either by bunker-busting conventional bombs using uranium or a new kind of weapon bearing a "novel small experimental nuclear fission device or other experimental weapon (e.g., a thermobaric weapon) based on the high temperature of a uranium oxidation flash."
Ode To Patty D

They said we couldn't play together
no more-no more, couldn't play together
no more. I didn't get it. La dee da.
You were white, I was white.
You were poor, I was poor.
You were mean, I was mean.
Just didn't get it so we snuck around.
We borrowed the Japanese Flag from
an old house half-burned down,
stole a crystal ball.
It didn't tell us nothing.
I think it was because you were
an Eastern Hillbilly and I was a Western.
But it could have been your mean dog Trixie,
a gray pointer with gnashing teeth
or your brother David, may he roast in hell
for opening up the kitty that way.

28.10.06

All Muslims Declared Insane:

http://www.islamonline.net/iol-english/dowalia/society-7-2-2000/society1.asp

Ibn Umar (raa) reported that Allah's Messenger (pbuh) as saying: "Every intoxicant is Khamr and every (type of) Khamr is prohibited. The one who drinks wine in this world and is addicted to it dies without repentance and will not drink it in the Hereafter."3

http://www.islamweb.net/ver2/archive/article.php?lang=E&id=844&ShowVoteResult=yes

A recent study revealed that alcohol use costs the U.S. a staggering billion US dollars a year, more than all illegal drugs combined, in the form of lost workdays and drunken driving accidents. Alcohol is a most addictive psychoactive drug; about six million Americans persistently misuse it and another 8 million are permanently addicted to it. This year about 100,000 will die from alcohol-related causes and hospital beds are littered with chronic alcohol abusers suffering from heart disease, stroke and liver failure. Others spend years in and out of treatment centers with their lives wrecked as well as of those close to them. Most of such outpatients suffer from illnesses such as anxiety, depression and schizophrenia. Yet alcohol is a socially accepted common drink and flows freely throughout the American society. Alcohol manufacturers spend more than 1 billion in advertisements promoting its relaxing and pleasing effects. That is three times the annual budget of the National Institute of Alcohol Abuse and Alcoholism (NIAAA) for alcohol research. Unlike other drugs, no war has been declared on its misuse and any talk of restriction conjures up the failures of 1920's prohibition era. There is no discussion of its ill effects except in relation to road accidents, despite the knowledge that it is responsible not only for death of others on the road but is also harmful to the one who uses it.

In Pre Islamic Arabia:

Drinking would provide escape from deep-rooted personal insecurities and the instability of family life, just as it does today. (Hahaha much like Pre Islamic America ya think?)

A well organized plan for gradual change. The Islamic prohibition on alcohol was a logical final step of a well organized plan executed over a period of 3 years, communicated by the Qur’an and put into practice by the Prophet. Thus the heavy and problem drinkers were gradually weaned off this habit. We could assume this to have some resemblance to the present-day systematic desensitizing hierarchy used in behavioral therapy.However, the most important factor was the believers’ whole-hearted readiness to give up drinking when the Divine command came: "Surely al-khamr (intoxicants; wine and alcoholic drinks) is forbidden." This command was enough to stop drinking instantaneously, throw away any and all drinks and to break up or empty existing pots, skins full and other containers of fermented date, palm, honey and grape in every gathering and household until the streets of Madinah flowed like streams of alcohol as a testimony to the greatest anti-alcohol movement ever witnessed by humankind. It was an extraordinary exhibition of willpower installed by faith.

Thus it is clear that the current epidemic of alcohol abuse cannot be remedied unless the supporting structures and mechanisms are put in place in the American society. Therefore, it is time that American Muslims with their rich tradition and reGreater Syria methodology, get busy working to help their compatriots beset with problems such as those associated with the use of alcohol.
From The Archives of Shame

I've only met one person who worked for Homeland Security in my travels. He was a bastard.

We were in Cyprus evacuating and there were many women with small children. They had loaded us up at the crack of dawn (from the refugee center) and taken us to the Cypriot airport. We waited and waited. The C 130s could only hold a hundred passengers each. Our group was in line and the next plane was having trouble so we just had to stand there and guard our places. One woman I had run into several times in the years preceeding our fateful day...a muslim woman from Louisiana....was having problems guarding her own place from her own daughter...a girl who had married a muslim man and "reverted" and then, the mother in law had "reverted" and was in Lebanon in order to take care of her autistic grandson because her daughter was obviously a bit selfish. Anyways...as we were waiting, another busload of us appeared and they just made a line by ours and when they opened up the screening booth, they just hopped right in before us..we'd been waiting almost four hours.

Well...the little kids were getting dehydrated and the poor mothers in our tribe were having a hard time. My powerful friend had taken the previous cargo jet outta Cyprus so it left no one but me to protect our little hapless band of idgits.

So I stepped up to the plate..there was nothing I could do about the "line cutters" who had arrived after us because this mofo from Homeland Security just didn't care about First Come First Serve...he hated us all because afterall, we were mostly LEBANESE Americans and children. So....I went up and told him that the babies and women need to go FIRST. They were getting massively dehydrated and in fact, one flaked out Lebanese woman who was the wife of a doctor had completely lost it and was getting medical attention from the airport nurses and medics (who, by the way asked ME if they should give her some valium so I asked her doctor husband who was used to the woman's neuroses and he said, point blank, "no" and neither one of them could look at me during the long haul to Newark because his wife had started yelling at me because I said to her: Are you maybe hysterical?).

So the Homeland Security guy treated me like I had no right to be a nurse and talk about the Titanic Method of "women and children first" and was just such a major asshole.

I asked for his name. And a piece of paper to assign numbers to my tribe so that the women and children could go have a diaper change and a drink without losing their place in line to the usurpers. He denied me a piece of paper! Said I was just screwing everything up and I had no "authority" to do such a thing!

I said fine. It's on you buddy if one of these babies goes into a hypovolemic crisis (many of the kids had diarrhea as well from the uncertain conditions we'd been bathing and eating in for four days).

Finally he followed me and said, "here is some water...go distribute it."

And I said NO. YOU DO IT. IT IS YOUR JOB.

So...I got my tribe through on the next C130 (a whole collection of short stories in that tale!) using my number system which completely foiled the attempts of other line breakers to further delay our departure....and you know what?

In the waiting area of the Cypriot airport....where I had to rush to find my children because I SWORE to my tribe that I'd be the last to board and if anyone had babies, they'd go before me with MY OWN CHILDREN....all the mommies and daddies came up and thanked me.

Homeland Security my ass. They are Nazis and don't give a damn about humans. They are sick little bureaucrats drunk on their own authority.

My two cents.

27.10.06

Good Boy, Lucky Girl

Finally, I saw
it came running down
after the rocks
that it knocked
into antecedence,
little chips
from the slag.
The dog had watched
it many times,
I could tell
by the twitch

of his ears,
the way he snuck
outside at dawn
in the freezing cold
to see it.
I really wanted it
as much as he,
could almost smell
the pelt, feel
the squirrel run.
I finally saw it.
I'm such a lucky girl.
Daylight sometimes finds us all.
http://www.geocities.com/midisandlyrics/whenthesaintsgomarchingin.mid

or maybe it's this:

http://www.geocities.com/midisandlyrics/winchestercathedral.mid

But where in the world would people be without this:

http://www.geocities.com/midisandlyrics/hesgotthewholeworldinhishands.mid

or this particular SNAFU:

http://www.geocities.com/midisandlyrics/houseoftherisingsun.mid


There is a house in New Orleans, they call the "Rising Sun",
It's been the ruin of many a good girl
And oh God, you know I'm one
Oh God, you know I'm one
Oh God, you know I'm one.

I imagine those songs, without the word G-D would just be...well....just songs to our great Mazda, the one, the sublime but somehow, it just wouldn't work:

And oh Mazda, you know I'm one.

Damn.

25.10.06

Every time a poet does this,
they risk quitting forever - Darla Whitehead

Which Lingua Franca


In the most Oriental chapters of chaos
are the great portals of time, the backwards
and forwards of speech are opened, closed
bang bang bang, interpretation in the breezes.
The dietary is shared with disaster
in the pigment of newsprint and rally.
Who bothers about the senate anymore
when each thing branches into a hundred more,
a very long history of policy is the groundwork
for a mudslide in a milieu of plunder.
There isn't a quick fix for this, there isn't
a new order. There is this right now
in the revocation of prairies, that haze.
Your God and mine. That makes two.
The future isn't written in Latin anymore.

http://www.islamonline.net/English/News/2005-05/08/article03.shtml

And of course, there's this:

After the Communist takeover in 1949, Mao Zedung set about dividing the Muslims into nationalities so they would identify with their 'ethnic' origin and not their 'Muslim' identity.
According to population statistics of 1936, the then Kuomingtang Republic of China had an estimated 48,104,240 Muslims. After the introduction of Mao's policies, this number was reduced to ten million. No official Chinese explanation has ever been given for this apparent disappearance of around 38 million Muslims. The mass extermination and destruction of the Muslims of China pales before the much publicized plight of a handful of Tibetan monks or the democrats of Tiannaman Square.

Talk about a Holocaust!

http://www.atimes.com/atimes/China/HI06Ad01.html

In the past the Hui were among the least orthodox Muslims in the world. Many smoked and drank, few grew beards, and Hui women rarely wore veils. Increased contact with the Middle East, however, has wrought changes. Thousands of Hui students have returned from colleges in Arab countries over the past few years and they have brought with them stricter ideas of Islam. Mosques in Ningxia have now begun to receive worshippers five times a day, more Hui women have taken to wearing headscarves, and skullcaps are in wide evidence. There is a strong identification among the Hui community today with the wider problems of the Islamic world. "It's American policy that has given all of us Muslims a bad reputation," said Yang, Tai Zi Mosque's female imam, quivering with indignation. "We are a peace-loving religion, but look what they [the Americans] have turned us into. Look what lies they spread about us," she continued. The 50 women surrounding her all nodded slowly in assent. For many non-Muslim Chinese, this identification of the Hui with communities outside of China is problematic. "Earlier the Hui were just like us except they didn't eat pork. Now they think they are very special. They think of themselves as foreigners," a Foreign Office official in Ningxia complained. The Hui are exempt from China's one-child policy, and affirmative-action schemes reserve special seats for them at universities and government departments. In interior regions such as Ningxia that have been left out of the economic boom of China's coastal region, competition for jobs is intense and resentment against the Hui's "special" privileges is increasing.

24.10.06

No comments:

23.10.06

Israel has been accused of firing as many as 4 million cluster bombs into Lebanon during the war, especially in the last hours before the cease-fire. U.N. demining experts say up to 1 million cluster bombs failed to explode immediately and continue to threaten civilians.

On Sunday, a cluster bomb exploded in a southern Lebanese village, killing a 12-year-old boy and wounding his younger brother, security officials said. At least 21 people have been killed and more than 100 wounded by cluster bombs since the end of the war, the U.N. Mine Action Center said.

Hezbollah, meanwhile, has been criticized for failing to distinguish between Israeli civilian and military targets.* Human Rights Watch also said the militant group fired cluster bombs into civilian areas of northern Israel during the fighting.

*Yet, Hezbollah managed to kill, mostly IDF personnel. Like the old days when wars were not extended exercises in how many war crimes can be perpetrated by US allies without any accountability being assigned to them for war crimes whatsoever.

What a joke. What is even jokier is the notion that French UNIFIL soldiers are "threatening" Israel with ground to air missiles if they keep flying over. Translates to: When we start killing Lebanese civilians per the dictates of the number one War Criminals Israel/USA, we can say we promised to shoot down a few IDF interlopers. Just an FYI in the "predictions" department.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20061023/ap_on_re_mi_ea/israel_phosphorous_bombs

22.10.06

InterBoard Poetry Community
October 2006 Winning Poems
Judge: David Kirby

First Place

"The Song of Bob"
by Margaret Ruth Porter
Salty Dreams


Second Place

"Sarah in Gaza, 1956"
by Steve Meador
Poets.org


Third Place

"Joseph Kony"
by Christopher T. George
The Writer's Block


HONORABLE MENTIONS:

"The Thing about this Theory"
by Yolanda Calderon-Horn
Desert Moon Review
~~~

"One Winter in Whidbey Island"
by Brett Addison
The Critical Poet



Poems and Commentary:

The Song of Bob
by Margaret Ruth Porter

(for Fred Tarr and the Radio Room)

The love affair with stangers began
with morning glories between us, Bob
went to work at the prison at 6:30
as the birds performed their last songs.
He quieted Sarge, Berry and Coco with biscuits
before he left with his radio
on, yet they started barking before
he reached the first stop sign.
I want to be his wife forever they thought,
I thought and we kept barking,
as we chased his car for all time in our minds.
Bob talks to his ex 1500 minutes a month,
he doesn't seem to mind the cost of his past tense.
Why didn't you just stay married? I am
pretty too behind this fence made of chain-mail.
Twenty-one years is all he says
from the screened-in back porch where he keeps
his old partners, ex-police dogs, his detritus.
It is as if 21 years is the official
Americana. There must be one
hundred morning glories from me
to Bob, outflanking the trees
choking them slowly. Bob wants me
to be his wife forever, waiting in my war
torn house next door so he can get home
from prison to say goodnight and wake up
again to say good morning all over.
I am the last sweetheart in town.


You get a lot of value with this poem: the whole thing is a mystery, yet each line is as well. As in the best literature (think Dostoevsky, Melville, Shakespeare), the scenario here is vaguely criminal; there's danger lurking in every shadow. And the voice is sexy and threatening yet off-hand, as though all this turbulence is no big deal. What the reader gets is the stuff of dreams; the threat is enormous, yet you know you're going to wake up, or at least you hope you do. --David Kirby

Sarah in Gaza, 1956
by Steve Meador

The figs. I had to see
if the figs were safe. Without them
we would have nothing to sell or trade,
only some dried tomatoes
and hard raisins. The smoke
from the trucks and tanks was no different
than the dust and sand that filled our mouths
every day. The sound of the planes
like the scream of hot wind.
The bombs could have been thunder.
I was eight and knew I could
save the trees from the madness.
Thank God, oh thank God
the French and British
did not want figs. I held my arms out,
protected the grove as they drove by
looking for men and boys to catch.
Maybe to shoot. When I ran down the hill
my grandfather, father and uncle
were squatting in the chicken pen.
The French wanted to kill them.
Lana, our Christian neighbor,
whispered a breeze of soft words
through their thick forest of guns.
A captain flicked his cigarette at our brave men,
then the soldiers left. My uncle smoked the rest of it.
I saved the figs.
Lana saved our men.


What a time, what a place -- and while the time has changed, the place is still riven by a conflict that looks as though it will never have an end. There's only one stance for a writer to take, and that's a stoic one. So much ink has been spilled over the Mideast, and much of it amounts to emotional pornography, that is, an unearned excitement that leaves one feeling drained yet sickly. That's not the case with this poem. Hre the poet speaks calmly and laconically and in a way that is so much louder than any bombast could ever be. --David Kirby

~~~

Joseph Kony
by Christopher T. George

The Lord told me, "Raise a children's army."
So I formed the Lord's Resistance to fight
the oppressors in Kampala. My boys burned
village huts, killed, cut off people's ears and lips,
-- now their mouths stay open, the better to pray
and their ears strain to hear the Lord's words.
Some ask why we did all these things. Why does
a leaf fall? Is it not because God wills it?
When my children pounded babies in wooden mortars,
dare you question it was the Lord's request to me?
Now some name Joseph Kony a war criminal. Yet,
the way of my people, the Acholi, is to forgive, to invite
all to the mataput, to share a roasted
sheep. I will quit the jungle with my sixty wives
for nothing less than full amnesty, the shared meal.
I will emerge from the jungle shadows,
an old lion bringing the wisdom of my Lord God
to the young lions to tell them to let the holy oils annoint them,
a stone sewn into their garments
so a mountain projects to shield
them and all bullets bounce off.
And I will sing in praise
of the Lord of the limping and the lost,
Lord of the empty basket,
of the water turned to blood,
of the severed lips and ears -
the butchered lamb at the feast.

~~~

Matthew Arnold and Robert Browning couldn't have foreseen that the dramatic monologue would be put to such use, but that's what the tradition is all about; you take the best from the past and you ring changes on it. Here, a blood-drenched man speaks his mind, and we despise him, yet we understand him. A poem is not going to work unless the reader can say, "Well, yes, I guess I've felt that way myself." We say that after reading this one and then we flinch, not at the subject but at ourselves, at these beasts and angels we call humanity. --David Kirby




Honorable Mentions:

The Thing about this Theory
by Yolanda Calderon-Horn

Under the remains of honey daylight,
cut to stripes by white plantation
blinds, I sit at your desk, wrapped
in my it voice, scribbling my best

guess of why pumpkins
are gobbled mostly in the fall.
I plan to leave the theory
in your notebook: but it's absurd,

and we've had enough of that. I
throw my head back so that my
chin points straight ahead--
swallow hard, shoving unfettered

thoughts down my throat.
I want to roll my corners out
like this colorful Persian rug
you love, but I'm being pulled

from under you while words
hash to dust. And you need
protocols for the future
like a tin full of leftover screws.

~~

One Winter in Whidbey Island
by Brett Addison

The Bering Straits were especially cruel that year.
The Anacortes fleet lost two crab boats. In Friday
Harbor it never quit raining. The paper always
had suicides. That was the year Scoop Jackson
quietly died.

She kept the nightstand full of prescription bottles.
Her hands never touched the Earth. No plants grown,
no digging in a garden. Occasionally, a glass needed
washing.

The mill's Black Liquor ate up the soles of my boots.
Lummi Indians unloaded the green chain of the sawmill.
Ten hours lifting 4 by 6's and 2 by 4's makes you strong
or breaks you down. No in betweens. Nothing grey,
but the fog.

The sound of Navy jets doing touch and go's. A hotdog
pilot flew under Deception Pass Bridge and took out
the phones. The steer jumps the fence even with the tire
around the neck.

Back then the island was covered with Sitka Spruce.
You could drive to the top of Mt. Erie and it seemed
the whole Sound was in front of you, except Seattle.
Northern Lights kept the path to the barn.

I hear she's back in Tucson and went into treatment
after her last boyfriend died on her kitchen floor
from a hot shot. Her son's in a rock and roll band.
I'm here, still wet and shivering.

Alas yes, I was nominated for this and apparently, a funny poet named D Kirby thought it was okay and decided it needed some press. What can I say? Dick wrote and congratulated me and that was nice. I know Dick doesn't read many poems, especially mine hahaha. Anyway, I'm always more interested in his poems because he works so damn hard on them. Currently Dick is archiving his work and his life story, the whatnots and etcs. Something it seems a poet must do "sooner or later" so that you don't get that Prufrock effect. The women coming and going speaking of Michelangelo.

This poem though had to be headed off "at the pass" so to speak. My husband had to be told that no, I'm not thinking of running away with my gentleman neighbor Bob who I really like. Nice dogs too. That one named Berry is great. A drug sniffer and Bob says to him "Hands against the wall!" and Berry complies for a "frisk". Apparently, Berry was quite the attraction at in the public schools here. Around here though we just keep our distance. Berry isn't what you'd call, lazy. Nice doggie. Nice doggie. Sarge on the other hand is an old coot and TRIES to act the part of an old police dog but ends up looking more chihuahua and less Rottweiler than he should.

That being said, look at those other poems! What on earth was the judge thinking? CTG puts forth something I remember from the "old days" of CTG...from the O'Malley poems. This is truly what CTG does best and that poem above is gorgeous...when he does this, you cannot tell whether it is fact or fiction. I wish he'd do it more often

The second place poem isn't second at all...it is really a slice of real time. Figs. You know, a fig in a poem beats two in the tree and there are many ways to describe a Sara in Gaza but this one takes no sides and opts just to show the real deal or at least, something we can wrap our minds around.

Yoly Yoly Yoly. I call her, Yoly of the Sevenlings. She has written a half dozen or so of those (Akmatova-ish poems of seven lines only) and this wonderful poem ends with a tin full of screws. Something so very ordinary and in that, it becomes something quite extraordinary i.e. that you can relate to. The miraculous in the everyday just because we all have one sitting around somewhere, a tin full of screws. I can think of several movie titles that use exactly that rhythm and that nuance, that sound. Yoly.

But what about this other "honorable mention"? Indeed. From the Bering Straits to Tucson and shivering. Man oh man.
I may be a bit biased because my father fought up in the Aleutians in WWII and froze his little toesies off....and one night down here just two hours south of Tucson he SAW the Aurora Borealis as he was coming home from the swing shift in the mines. Geez. Perhaps the IBPC should have five first places but I think, if it were me, I'd place that last one at the top of the list. It is grand in scope, conversational in pleasure and offers no pat answers about why poems like that must be written and why they exist at all. They just are...unique and NO ONE can write one just like that:
One Winter in Whidbey Island by Bret Addison. A lot of distance to cover in one poem.

But yeah, Go Salty, Go Spitoon and thanks to PJ Nights for thinking of me. Or if not me, Bob. He is such a nice man.

Haha and when he buys milk (buy one, get one free) he gives us the other gallon.

And in other news:

http://news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/afp/20061019/wl_mideast_afp/afpentertainmentmideastconflictlebanonhezbollahmusic_061019175844

The Shiite movement and its followers have produced revolutionary anthems since its official creation in 1985, but the "victory" in its latest war with Israel has brought unprecedented sales and thrust its previously unknown performers onto the international circuit.

"We're selling 50 percent more Hezbollah music since the end of the war" on August 14, says studio owner and distributor Hassan Abu Jaafar from his base in Beirut's Shiite-dominated southern suburbs.

"We've put out 10 new titles since then, compared to only five from January to July."

Within days of the end of fighting, new CDs complete with images of Hezbollah's claimed victory and the destruction wrought by Israeli bombs were piling up in the shops.

Abu Jaafar says he sells almost half a million Hezbollah-themed CDs and cassettes a year but refers questions about his profits to the finance ministry where his taxes go, grumbling also that demand is so great much of his music is pirated.

Hooray, Hooray!
Ed Conti

a red apple, evidence
a delicious apple, judgment
Lyn Lifshin, the go-go boot poetry sensation. Alas, does Ms. Lifshin publish too many poems?
Well, not if they act like this:

http://fourampoetryreview.i8.com/four.html


Our word for the loved and the dead are the same,
the beloved, and once you’ve had either while you
have them, you don’t need any other living people
in your life


From: Kiss, Baby, The New Film

...a poem with what you would call "a smashing title baby" (Austin Powers).....and it is, a smashing title. A poem is really made out of two things and only two:

The Title

The Idea

The rest is just tricks. And I'm sure if Austin Powers reads poetry, this is the type of stuff he likes.




A Few Words About Tinnitus

I'd say it was about eleven thirty
or so and this car alarm starts going
off in the still of night. my door
still open to catch the last of summer
through there but then
it needed to be shut because
of the danger out there, it is just
everywhere you know. Outside, the street
lamp flickered a bit and the moths
kept mothing about in the halo
as if it didn't matter to them,
one way or another, just little bugs.
Over in the distance, the dark hills
were gently lit by the few lasting
glimmers and glows of the night
owls who creep into bed as slowly
as the neighbors who came outside
to turn off the siren, another false
alarm and they spoke a bit, went
inside to hit the switches there
lock the doors, some cursing maybe
or perhaps a round of gin rummy.
That one man was thinking of mummies,
I know it, I just know it.
I remember when that sort of thing
happened to me and I felt like
the ground might shake if I asked it to.
I honestly asked the ground to shake
and then the car started to make that noise again.
I wish there weren't such things as mummies.
The moths laughed plenty when I told them,
they sounded like pins, magnets and bells.

21.10.06

http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/777440.html

Iran described Israel's war with Lebanon in the summer as a victory for Hezbollah and has also praised Palestinians who resist Israeli occupation. "The false myth [of Israel being invincible] has fallen by the will of the Palestinian youth and the faithful warriors of Hezbollah," Ahmadinejad said. Prime Minister Ehud Olmert said in May that Iran's leaders had turned Israel "into a target for annihilation."


Ahem. Olmert seems to have forgotten that what HE did spoke to the nations of the world pretty clearly.

What an idiot.

In any event, it is pretty clear that the US is not only unable to fight in another war, they are clearly unable to fight the ones they are involved in.

Steadfastness and Islam are just not bombable. Islam can't be destroyed or replaced and the foolishness of that is evident.

Those that do oppose this war however, have not enough foresight to continue to oppose the war should Israel continue to have a death grip on what is being stated plainly in the Israeli press:

Israel is failing to exist and it is failing to uphold human rights. In fact, the abuses it foists upon the Palestinians have not diminished, they have grown larger. Not a good sign in any regime because that is when a regime turns into a dangerous and insane agressor.

Apparently, the patience of Zionism is not the same as the patience of Islam. Islam isn't Ahmadinijad. He is just a leader. And he knows what is important for muslims to hear because they heard it before....in the writings of sages and prophets. Not in the miserable contemplations of a racial bigot named Ben Gurion.

http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/pages/ArticleNews.jhtml?itemNo=775930&contrassID=13&subContrassID=1&sbSubContrassID=0

Aumann does have a very strong point. However it is not unique to the Israelis. It is a historical fact every country in the world has had to fight for its existence. England, France, Germany, Italy, and the US, have sent their sons out to die for the nation they represented. Right or wrong, that's the way it is. It is up to the Israelis if they want to continue to have a nation. In order to do so, besides, diplomacy, and modern weapons it takes the blood of the nation, and shedding the blood of the enemy. Israel must do all it can to find a diplomatic answer to it's problems, and must be willing to pay the ultimate price and extract a higher price from its enemies.


Professor Aumann called "the death of 3,000 human beings small change" (in the Yom Kippur War) because he understands the realities of the Middle East. For Israel to remain viable it must be prepared to both accept and inflict such losses on its enemies. All he is saying is that Israel lives in a rough neighbourhood and in order to survive, it needs to be as ruthless as it's enemies. He is right of course...

Tim Reid, Melbourne, Australia

Well, you see, that is the whole point. When Nasrallah did what he did, he had no way of "knowing" anything other than a careful reading of the Ben Gurion Herzl texts, inflammatory documents of hatred and expansionism. So, what did he do?

Invited them to their own demise. Come on in!

And this is exactly what will occur should Israel and Israeli lobbiests in the US congress prevail and convince Americans of the "so called" nuclear intent of Iran and lead the US into further danger...for what? For Israel? Hmm. Is it really worth it considering that Israel itself is a monstrosity of perverse idealisms that have resulted in the death and dismemberment of so many completely unable to defend themselves?

Not all countries are within the borders of the prison camps of Israel. And Europe itself is within range of alot of things and in fact, is becoming Islamicized. Turkey as well even though they would like you to believe Turkey is just "a-okay' westernized. It isn't. I saw it with my own eyes.

So, Israel may in fact do what the Quran tells them to do f(and trust me, they know what the Quran tells them to do)....and they may in fact:

Invoke Death.

Hmmm. Not a great thing to have to witness and even a lesser good thing to have firm knowledge about.

If only the Americans had been unified...this would have most likely turned out much different. But you see, people who have bad intentions never enjoy the priviledge of "unification" because they hide their plans behind curtains of deceit.

We all just get to watch and accept that this is the way it has to be and it is, unavoidable.

Unless of course, as Ahmadinijad suggests, the Israelis turn their fate over to the muslims themselves and let the muslims decide per their own councils, "what is best" for the protected minority called "The Jews". They were identified as such for a REASON. Not just any reason but for this particular opportunity in time.

And believe me, they are questioning whether or not it may indeed be best for all parties including the diaspora whom they represent on the world stage. And that diaspora is in dire need right now. Dire.
"And when Allah alone is mentioned, the hearts of those who believe not in the Hereafter are repelled, and when those (whom they worship) beside Him are mentioned, behold! they are glad." [39:45] (according to Marmaduke Pickthal)


The Fifth Infallible: Imam Hussein

#25 of the Forty suggested for memorization:

A man came to the chief of martyrs Imam Hussain (A.S.) and said, "I am a man who commits sin and do not have patience and restraint regarding sins and wrongs so admonish me with a piece of admonition."

Thus he (pbuh) said, "Do five things and commit any sin you may wish. First is that do not eat the sustenance of Allah and do commit any sin you wish. And secondly, get out of the dominion of Allah and do perform any sin you wish and thirdly, seek a place where Allah does not see you and commit any sin you please and fourthly when the angel of death comes to take your soul, repel him from your self and do any sin you may please. And fifthly when Malik (Iblis) makes you enter the fire, DO NOT ENTER the fire and do any sin you please."


Hussein is of course, the grandson of the prophet. Not a paid for representative of the Hindu council*. It is also important to note that part in the Quran about the poets and that some are good and some, not very.

SERMON 17 (Hadrat Ali, pbuh)

About those who sit for dispensation of justice among people but are not fit for it.
Among(1) all the people the most detested before Allah are two persons. One is he who is devoted to his self. So he is deviated from the true path and loves speaking about (foul) innovations and inviting towards wrong path. He is therefore a nuisance for those who are enamoured of him, is himself misled from the guidance of those preceding him, misleads those who follow him in his life or after his death, carries the weight of others' sins and is entangled in his own misdeeds.

The other man is he who has picked up ignorance. He moves among the ignorant, is senseless in the thick of mischief and is blind to the advantages of peace. Those resembling like men have named him scholar but he is not so. He goes out early morning to collect things whose deficiency is better than plenty, till when he has quenched his thirst from polluted water and acquired meaningless things.

He sits among the people as a judge responsible for solving whatever is confusing to the others. If an ambiguous problem is presented before him he manages shabby argument about it of his own accord and passes judgement on its basis. In this way he is entangled in the confusion of doubts as in the spider's web, not knowing whether he was right or wrong. If he is right he fears lest he erred, while if he is wrong he hopes he is right. He is ignorant, wandering astray in ignorance and riding on carriages aimlessly moving in darkness. He did not try to find reality of knowledge. He scatters the traditions as the wind scatters the dry leaves.

By Allah, he is not capable of solving the problems that come to him nor is fit for the position assigned to him. Whatever he does not know he does not regard it worth knowing. He does not realise that what is beyond his reach is within the reach of others. If anything is not clear to him he keeps quiet over it because he knows his own ignorance. Lost lives are crying against his unjust verdicts, and properties (that have been wrongly disposed of) are grumbling against him.

I complain to Allah about persons who live ignorant and die misguided. For them nothing is more worthless than Qur'an if it is recited as it should be recited, nor anything more valuable than the Qur'an if its verses are removed from their places, nor anything more vicious than virtue nor more virtuous than vice.

SERMON 68

Admonishing his companions about careless behaviour Amir al-mu'minin said:
How long shall I accord you consideration that is accorded to camels with hollow hump, or to worn clothes which when stitched on one side give way on the other. Whenever a vanguard force of Syria (ash-Sham) hovers over you, everyone of you shuts his door and hides himself like the lizard in its hole or a badger it its den. By Allah, he whom people like you support must suffer disgrace and he who throws arrows with your support is as if he throws arrows that are broken both at head and tail. By Allah, within the courtyard you are quite numerous but under the banner you are only a few. Certainly, I know what can improve you and how your crookedness can be straightened. But I shall not improve your condition by marring myself. Allah may disgrace your faces and destroy you. You do not understand the right as you understand the wrong and do not crush the wrong as you crush the right.

From the letter to Hassan:

If your kindness or indulgence is going to bring forth cruel results, then severity of strictness is the real kindness.

An accessory of an accomplice who insults you and a friend who has not formed a good opinion of you will not be of any help or use to you.

Do good to your brother when he is bent upon doing harm to you. When he ignores or declines to recognize the kinship, befriend him, go to his help and try to maintain relations. If he is miserly with you and refuses to help you, be generous with him and support him financially. If he is cruel with you, be kind and considerate with him. If he harms you accept his excuses. Behave with him as if he is a master and you are a slave, and he is a benefactor and you are a beneficiary. But be careful that you do not thus behave with undeserving and mean persons.

Advise your friend sincerely and to the best of your ability even though he may not like it.

Every arrow of yours will not hit the bull's eye.

And the last one is certainly, the most accurate.