COMING BACK SOON

hey guys!

no, we have not fallen off the face of the earth, and yes, everything is all right here.  thanks everyone for the comments and for wanting medusa back.  we will be back here soon.  probably going to start again june 1st.  we had posted a couple of bulletins awhile back, but bulletins expire and go the way of all things, so we are just posting here temporarily.  we will be back, and i will answer messages, update, and clean up the messes as soon as possible.  hang in there.

here's the deal:  myspace takes a lot of devotion, concentration, and TIME.  this blog takes a LOT of time.  the problem is we just don't have it right now because we are knee deep in one of the coolest art website productions EVER, and it is our life.  we have created several other blogs and writing resources, as well as music resources, and soon OUR WEBSITE, which will be one of the largest artist resource websites in the world.  wait till you see it!  until then, however, we need to put some time-consuming things on hold, and unfortunately, medusa is one of them, as are the other blogs and resources we have created and are creating. one thing at a time!  but she will be back.  we promise.  :)

in the meantime, feel free to drop me a line at alt.current@gmail.com and check out our list of stuff at alt-current.com.  we are also on facebook.  look for alternating current arts co-op, and you will find us!  :)

-med.

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"elemental" by solange garjan
Category: Writing and Poetry

i want the depths
i want to be taken over and under
i want to learn to breathe underwater

i want the burn
i want to be taken into and within
i want to learn to dance in fire

i want the rooting
i want to be taken down and through
i want to learn to bleed in earth

i want the flight
i want to be taken up and above
i want to learn to scream the air

trained to freedom
i surrender to contradiction

surrender is my gift

one i know that i can give

freely

my fear is fading and inconsequential

i am compelled
compelled
pushed

over

caught
again and again

and safe
and flushed hot
and home
again and again

surrender is my gift,
i am learning

and so i must also be
a judge of worthiness
an assessor of risk
an embodiment of
guided recklessness

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"The Kitchen" by r.
Category: Writing and Poetry

Semi fevered from the heat
I get up and approach the kitchen
My tiny little kitchen
My dirty little stove
My filthy little fridge
And I look at all the things
I have squeezed into this place
This tiny little place
Bulging with bags of
Semi decomposed food
Wilting in the soaring heat
Packets of dehydrated things
That I will never eat
I'll just throw into the bin
I don't have any chickens
To feed them to
The freezer is the only place that gives me heart
And it's almost barren
Except for ice
Frozen peas and carrots
And emergency bread for toast
You have to have emergency bread
For toast
And then I open the fridge door
And look at what I've wrought
The strange things
That live in there
The base minus its vegetable crisper
Where did that go I whisper
Lines of dark gunk in the grooves
At the bottom
From the boxes of wine that I poach
Clumsily for another drink
Mushrooms of varying age
Secreted away in small paper bags
In an effort to stave off their discomposure
The cabbage, the immortal cabbage
One thin slice taken that I enjoyed
Possibly five percent of that cabbage
That I have eaten
And the rest will go to open landfill
Where it will propagate
The expulsion of plastic trees
Its nutrient
Cradling a new civilization
Born of nothing
Organic
And as they take down the last of the canopy
For coffee tables
And wall units
We can look forward to oxygen alert warnings
On the six o'clock news
Stumbling over discarded throw away electrical appliances
To make our way to an O2 reviver post
And clasp the mask to our faces
Breathe deep
To last another hour Our Children
This generation
Will be the first men on the Moon

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"fish with chips" by jeremy yeo
Category: Writing and Poetry

*fish with chips*
we're the outsiders, carry on carelessly
while the insiders are screening us through telescreens
in their dream of machines taking our places, it's surreal

to work hard for me and work for their keep
it's just one more thing, being, enslaved
& should the implant darth vaders draw the blinds
they'd control me

we're the westsiders, draw the line from the east
but it doesn't matter when it's just one more silly thing
since we've shared the same air, building up walls seems unreal

& so why should it be? what are our needs?
why must we lock ourselves away?
because we think we're at war, when we're really just whores
filled with greed

"and though right-side-up bright white stars
hide their up-side-down cold blue hearts
the blood lines unify with the light"

& if it's such a chore then what are we living for?
if not for a try at making it nigh
or somewhat alright, just enough to get by
to get along with this life

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"Strays" by Tricia Price-Henley
Category: Writing and Poetry

My love still finds
no outlet.
My ache
forced to defend
itself against
the insidious
and arduous
temptations of
less than,
lies bitter,
bent and bound
like a broken valve
turned in on itself
reeking and raking
until it's rancidness
poisons even
possible promiscuous promises,
wanting and waiting
to find a new
victim to withstand
my self loathing and disguise.
I spew my silent
vile venomous
onslaught until
you too
turn and hide,
running and ruining
us both for the hunt

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"Moth" by Bella
Category: Writing and Poetry

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"Expatriate" by Throwback
Category: Writing and Poetry

I am set apart

look over here
here near the edge
of the flat world left abandoned
before infinite wisdom
replaced infinite wonder

this is the house that Jack built
I live here now
and it shudders in the wind
on a precarious ledge

I am set apart

when brittle leaves rise up
to swirl above this broken roof
I will light a fire
the embers of which
will land where you are

I will run from back to front
as fast as I possibly can

this house will fall
off the face of your earth
not mine

I tried it before
once when you weren't looking
the last time sparks lit up the sky

I saw the end of the world
and I am nowhere near it

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"Whatcha think" by bloowriter
Category: Writing and Poetry

Whatcha think I'm gonna do?
mold myself to you?
When you've told me you don't love me anymore.
I'm screwed regardless
desperation now loves me
thinking of you
whether the moon is full or the skies are blue.
Torture passed by the other day
to spit at my face
he was holding hands with regret and they both walked away laughing at me
though regret wanted to stay.
I cried for the lack of you,
broke all your frames, tore your pictures, too
I cut myself
bloodletting has never seemed so good

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"Closed Session" by Gradly Bra
Category: Writing and Poetry

Here it is again, the feeling crawling through your spine,
like anticipation working its way through your mind.
Never know when it's going to stop,
it's so alive and dead, dancing on its grave.
Can you come to imagine the smile on your face?

Leading the world in a hand that was condemned by its own follower.
But you have thoughts and feelings, too,
you sit patiently and quietly at the edge of your bed,
thinking and wondering.....
5 minutes, then 10 minutes,
then next, an hour goes by.
What have you been doing this whole time, child?
Responses are limited and excuses increase,
it's so hard to just say, "I don't know."

Where have I been for this passing time?
whom have I seen?
I've been staring at the fan blades or walls fade for an hour or so.
Was this a drug slipped in?
What is going on?

Suddenly the blame game is played,
it's your fault, not mine,
you opened this door I walked through,
you introduced it to me, it's your fault, not mine.
Something clicks after a little while,
that feeling is gone,
the one while dazed and confused.
Where did it go?
Look under the mattress to see if it might have fallen.
I run to the edge of the floor scanning carefully,
it must have fallen, the feeling is so strong,
it has to be there.

Rush to the doorway to where you last saw it
before you were ever so rudely interrupted by a slight change in environment.
This makes no sense, it seems like two people speaking one mind.
3 seconds later you're sitting on the bed where you lately thought you were..
2 hours have gone by, you're not on drugs nor daydreaming....
what was this?
Someone must know,
it was only you diving into the grip of reality to witness the truth.

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"Bridal Station" by Garry Franks
Category: Writing and Poetry

Natas ro Dog eb ot?
To be God or Satan?


I paint my lips black
Or bridal white.
Pull over my skin
Man or woman's clothing?

Shall I?
Paint my fingernails decomposed?
Add rouge to my unstable lips
Bite blood from your sharp tongue
Who kisses me?

Shall I dress up
In your most beautiful dress, imaginable
To take off seductively in front of your bedroom mirror

In front of your startled eyes?
Who urgently bites my fair maiden's tongue?
To show you self harmed
Skin, its fresh pink scars
Its leaden older ones?

Grind your perfume into my spread open wrist?
The one with blown flute notes
Of fruit and flower?
Redolent of our mother?
Dabbled and sprinkled
Behind biro-dot lobe?

Will I startle you?
Can I unsettle you?


As you thrust inside me I hitch up my petticoat and skirts?

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"1979 [50th Birthday Tribute to MARTIN LUTHER KING JR]" by Shirley
Category: Writing and Poetry

In 1929 a child was born
In a small backward town
On a cold windy morn.
The son of a man of God so sworn
To spread good tidings and hopes freeborn.

This boy child grew in statue and mind
And developed a love of all mankind.
This love was taught throughout the south
And equality preached through word of mouth.

He wanted a world that lay at peace
He wanted the prejudice to cease
He wanted the north and south to meet
On a highway to glory
Aboard a heavenly fleet.

In a peaceful tenure the war begun,
Some battles were lost while others were won.
A few folks decided their lives to give
So their brothers and sisters could someday live.

This leader of men and women alike
Was tortured and beaten yet refused to fight.

Then one quiet day when all seemed well
A chartered demon ascended from hell,
He fired one shot of hatred and scorn
He placed an entire nation in mourn.

That morning in Memphis a body lay cold.
An irreplaceable creature strong, fearless, and bold.

Martin Luther King, Junior, died in '68.
Had his purpose been served or was it fate
That took this great leader at the peak of his war
That for a million people closed an open door.

The year is nineteen seven and nine
This is the day, this is the time,
To join our hands and show that we care
To show we remember and whisper a prayer
For peace.

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"Toast, or How She Learned to Stop Believing One Man At a Time" by Eddie Cicero
Category: Writing and Poetry

Every time, she gets burned.
Every time, she loses a little bit of herself.
She's the type of girl who falls hard and easy for the first semi-literate thing in tight jeans and eyeliner.
She's the type of girl who breaks up bad, and she bounces back fast
only to repeat the process again.
I'm almost positive I love her, and I know I care for her.
She's going to keep getting hurt until she doesn't believe in love anymore.
She's going to end up old and alone.
Every time, she gets burned.
Every time, she loses a little bit of herself.
She's the type of girl whom I could make happy.
She's the type of girl who won't ever allow a guy like me to do that.
Here's to you.

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"[untitled]" by Elcie Kay
Category: Writing and Poetry

Captured in words unspoken
My soul in another's poem
Written by someone I've never met
In experiences our spirits are kindred yet
Each stanza though lived in their life & not mine
I feel I have lived out every line
Though the streets bear unfamiliar names
I know I have been there just the same—

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"This is a Happy Anniversary (or Abortions are Expensive)" by Maria Anselmo
Category: Writing and Poetry

I woke up today
Heady, hung-over
And smiled in bitter recollect
Or half recollect
And I stumbled
In stale, half satisfaction
And stale breath

I should have brushed my teeth last night.

And I wondered all day
At my low self-esteem
And called the game
On missing my manufactured state of mind
Last night.

And I read bad love poems
And I listened to bad love songs
And laughed instead of crying
And I realized last year that
I never caught your last name
I just caught your consequence
And $270 in the hole

So I give tonight to you.
And I send out this pistol shot
Of the same desire
I won't remember tomorrow
And didn't remember a year ago
Or last night
When I woke up in half recollect, half satisfaction
And wishing I brushed my teeth last night.
This one's for you, baby,
This one's a happy anniversary.

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"The Beast in The Man" by Jason Mink
Category: Writing and Poetry

There's no moon tonight it's nowhere in sight
The stars are also sleeping not even peeking
No hide and go seek they've been gone for all weeks
Not even a shimmer they won't even glimmer
No call no show this dinner has gone cold
We've arrived late for the feast
Piece by piece it's devoured by a beast
He shares nothing grinding his teeth
They become scared and run with their feet
Only one stands still unafraid of the beast
He shares its hunger and its will to defeat
For he has sowed and now will he reap
Beaten with blood war is unleashed
Tortured by screams agony from dreams
What has become of a simple man
Took so much more than anyone can
Strong enough to keep it all in
When nothing is nothing why keep it all in
He chose to release and finish the beast
But the beast is him vanquished in sin
Ripping his flesh he tears from his chest
No longer does it beat his heart's in the street
A new man is born and no longer is scorn
He shall strive for the light and things to be right
Helping all he can help with all of his might
With the gods on his side nothing shall hide
His mercy shall show for a story is told
History has become a mystery
And this mystery is a man fed up with misery.

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