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Friday, February 12, 2010

CombatWords has Replaced CombatVerse and CombatProse

Wage war with words, using something like mob rules.

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New Feature. Toylit Taste: A Refreshing Drink From the Porcelain Throne

Enemies of distaste, rejoice, for Brad Neely (more likely his operatives) has reactivated Creased Comics.

Why should you be excited by such a hive of villany and brain-shoes? Because Kenny Winker knows how to cook.

Because you can burn your house, it's okay to go crazy.

Because being aggressive separates fail from win.

Would you like to know more about Cat People? Brain Fucklers? Secret Wizards? Loving Dead Women? Need to understand America now?

So there. Go fuck your head up and then come back here for refreshments when you're done. I'll see how long I can keep you folks entertained this evening (we'll see if I can cook up another News Poem today).

Warning: Rated Arr!

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You and Google Are My Publishers Now

I see the web-hits and I know that many of you have discovered Toylit through random circumstance. I also know that many of you have subscribed to all the news that's shit, in print. I am trying to be braver here: so for now, so long as you incredibly hip people support me, I will give you as many freebies as I can. In exchange for this, I would like to see some appreciation once in a while. Comments on threads give me better page-impression $ rates. Likewise, any crap you'd ordinarily buy on Amazon, I request you do here (the salesman who recites poetry to close the deal, ha!). And if you have any idle curiosity whatsoever and a moment to spare before navigating away from this page, please check out some of my (gag) fine advertisers on Google. I have faced the facts: Google will destroy the publishing industry as surely as it destroyed the recording and newspaper industries. I anticipate this and as a result, have committed to web-publishing most of my material. Please reciprocate the faith I have in you. Many of you like Toylit enough to subscribe, which means I think you approve of the culture-jamming and general shit-stirring I'm doing. If you all just took the seven or eight minutes to promote Toylit to all your lit-loving friends, well, I'd show my appreciation by writing more verse for here.

Thanks for reading this open-letter.

Your faithful servant,


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The Nazis Won [Today's News Poem, Feb 12, 2010]

The Nazis Won [Today's News Poem, Feb 12, 2010]
Khakjaan Wessington

“For the second time in less than five weeks, China’s central bank has moved to limit lending to consumers and businesses by ordering big commercial banks to park a larger share of their deposits at the central bank. The step, announced late Friday, came earlier than most economists had expected and was aimed at forestalling a rekindling of inflation by controlling a rapid expansion in bank loans. Families, real estate developers and industrial companies have been borrowing heavily and have started paying more for everything from food to apartments.”

The dictionary's buttressed—scholars, publishers,
And interests determine how its read, applied
And otherwise abused—despite how language-roots
Grow deep within the common use. These thought-fissures
We see in words like 'Fascism:' it's oft denied
In case right here. America has tax jackboots

And threats of killer debts because the contractors
Can cover loans by governmental guarantee
Of pay: they borrow all the cash—we can't compete.
Who risks on tiny business? Nuclear-reactors
Will generate a yield for sure, the bourgeoisie
Are safer allocations unlike most main-streets.

Main Street: a flow of cars—of bars, electric wires.
To squash the meats without a shell; to keep the thieves
Away from Mine, to burn the birds to death: with tires
Or current, desperation sells: it hurts, it weaves

The means to close the deal: the cars will sell,
And suicide's against the law, so profits swell
At burger joints that own this land: don't call it hell.

Okay, I'm sorry for not posting the News Poem the other day, here's a freebie

Today's News Poems are free for download on lulu. I'll do the same for Amazon later.

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The Tourist From Syracuse Has Friends [Bonus News Poem, Feb 12, 2010]

The Tourist From Syracuse Has Friends [Bonus News Poem, Feb 12, 2010]

“Her article said that President Obama's budget amounted to a backdoor tax increase for middle-income and even lower-income people, based largely on the scheduled expiration of income tax cuts passed in 2001. But the president had actually proposed keeping those cuts in place for all but high-income families... some prominent conservatives had seized on the article, and a few — notably Rush Limbaugh— insisted that the retraction meant simply that the media were protecting the president. ”
--Richard Pérez-Peña

For those we can't corrupt nor stymie nor coerce:
We fool. A hint of yearning smells to us like chum.
We'll file her taxes, clean his house—be babe's wetnurse—
To close the spaces keeping us apart and numb.

Apartments filled with books and chess can serve as well—
A confidant or friend can sway as well as threats.
For meatheads, take your pick: you've Rush's glottal yell—
Opinion pages full of spies absolve regrets

For middlebrow elites; for bread and circus freaks
Deranged beyond repair, we sell them fantasy:
A porno wife, a football team, and once a week
A lotto game, or games of war: an ecstasy

For every rube or brain, who thinks s/he rules
But can't control the poll or power's tools.

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