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[09 Aug 2006 | Wednesday]
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War Is Necessary
Some people
seem to have the idea
that war is somehow heroic or necessary.
War is not heroic.
It is beastial, worse than beastial,
it is something no beast will take part in,
it is diseased, aberrant, in its action.
War is not necessary
it is a symptom of a terrible disease,
a territorialism dementia from the adrenal
surge of consciousness perpetuated by modern
societies fervent belief that
its religious ideals are sacred
as long as they apply only to them
and some other belief system
where human life is expendable
dictates how you interact with those of other faiths,
and in our secularism we have not even that faith to fall back on.
We are all expendable if one man is expendable.
And then not even yourself has any value.
Before you put a bullet in someone else
put a bullet in yourself and see if you still think
war is necessary.
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[06 Aug 2006 | Sunday]
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All I need is Mu!
All I need is Mu!
When I was still quite young
I was kicked by a horse.
When I was still quite young
I was kicked by a horse.
On vacation with my parents
I dunno, Montana, or some shit.
I wandered away from the campground
through a little forested area and there were
these three white wild horses,
a mare and two foals
just grazing in a meadow.
The sky was that irridescent
pale blue, I still remember
the black shirt with the grey stripe
and the pair of jeans I was wearing.
The foals looked so soft
and just quartz encrusted
and they were little and I
was little so I slowly started
moving toward them
hardly making a snap or crunch--
not out of fear but because
they seemed so gentle
I didn't want to frighten them--
through the glade
and within a few feet of a foal
looking right at me and I was
just about to extend my hand and
pet its nappy mane
I looked over at the big white ass of the mother
and those midnight blue hooves flew up and kicked
into my right hip and intestines. It hurt so bad I felt sick.
Staggered back into the brambles,
then I felt fear, not of horses so much,
but of my parents, I couldn't tell them that I was kicked
because they would never let me out of their sight again
and when I was in their sight I could only be admonished.
So I never told them, nor hardly anyone,
that I had been kicked by the horse.
When I was older I got kicked by the motherfucker of all motherfuckers and there wasn't anything I could do
but tell everyone until I realized they couldn't bare to hear it. Then all I could do was sit in my apartment alone
and let it kick me over and over again until there wasn't anything left.
I don't walk behind horses anymore and I've never tried to ride one.
As far as the motherfuckers
all you need is Mu!
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[06 Jul 2006 | Thursday]
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Belgium/Lake Church
Columnar star
sprites split the
rearview. I'm the
asshole with his
brights on. Two
gallons of water
kicks the heater on
and red dashlight
beacons off. 88.9
spasmodically the
upright bass.
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Currently
listening
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Holy Soul Jelly Roll: Poems & Songs
By
Allen Ginsberg
Release date: 06 September, 1994
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[27 Jun 2006 | Tuesday]
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Impossible Tree
Category: Art and Photography
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Currently
reading
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Handbook of writing and speaking
By
Edwin Campbell Woolley
Release date: 1952
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[22 Jun 2006 | Thursday]
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Song I Just Wrote (Lyrics Changes)
old country feel, bass notes walking the chords e/G/G/C/C/a/a/D/D/D7/C7 B7/e G/G:/ its a drinking song
Oh follow me down
to the old Whitehorse
and salute our ghost.
We'll walk, of course,
I won't pay the
taxi fare to
get us there.
On second thought,
we'll get a bottle
and wander down to tenth street,
yah, find a little seat and
drink until we
learn to forget
ourselves.
Later on we'll drive
out to the countryside,
set constellation fires
and drink the wine of ire cuz
nothing suits a
drunken welshman
like the moor.
Its a gathering
of the water fowl,
the stone and solitude,
a raging and a rambling too,
and 'the moonshine
drinking noah
of the bay.'
'Out there crow black,
men tackled with clouds
who kneel to the sunset nets...
but animals thick as thieves on
God's rough tumbling
ground hail to his
beasthood.'
And 'beasts who sleep',
oh 'good and thin
hist, in a hogsback woods,
but hollow farms in a throng of
waters cluck and cling,
and barnroofs cock-
crow war.'
His day's long gone.
He fell on the Whitehorse floor
and when I walked through the door
he, his edifice and his vomit
had been washed
50 years
and more.
The Chelsea Hotel
has water the colour of rust,
bone-shattering marble tile,
and an iron plaque that reads
from here Dylan
Thomas sailed
out to die.
Oh, follow me down
to the old Whitehorse.
We'll salute our ghosts.
Yeah, we'll walk, of course,
I won't pay the
taxi fare to
get us there.
Oh, follow me down
to the old Whitehorse.
Maybe you won't say
when you're goin' "It's been
39 years and
this is all
I've done."
The quoted sections are from Dylan Thomas's Prologue to his collected works.
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Currently
watching
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The Complete Monty Python's Flying Circus Megaset
Release date: 07 November, 2000
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[14 Jun 2006 | Wednesday]
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[28 May 2006 | Sunday]
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Tilopa Is The Lightning
Current mood: neekomaus
Compassion
To Rain Like Cinders
From Flaming Skin
Of Mahakala
Gandharva Thunder Drums
To Tara's Mantra
Tilopa Is The Lightning
Naropa Clutching Terror
Marpa Frustration
Drunk Cloudburst Poetry
Milarepa Is Shame So Great
All Its Bones Are Broken
Gampopa Lord Of Dharma
Gyalwang Karmapa
The Windmill's Pinwheel
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[13 May 2006 | Saturday]
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[07 May 2006 | Sunday]
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Haiku
Diazepam drags
out flaming rose mandala
birthed in bay shore sun.
Unfurling petals
hold ardent drunk decadence
in compassions blaze.
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Currently
listening
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Blues for Allah
By
The Grateful Dead
Release date: 10 October, 1995
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