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Thursday, June 28, 2012

Rage Zeitgeist [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 29, 2012]


Rage Zeitgeist [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 29, 2012]

Clear as day?
You don't even understand the sun,
The corona, the cornea of your eyes.
I've analyzed the light of laughter.
For the sake of silence I lost my life
Imitating a statue, cornered unbearably.
Who hasn't withered awaiting his or her turn?
The dollars or years of wrong turns,
Ugly sex and expensive love:
We're all in the line, on the line,
Out of line and out of time.
Who isn't desperate, in debt, upset?

“The court Chief Justice Roberts leads is not leaving the national spotlight. The next term already includes a major case on affirmative action in higher education, and cases on voting rights and same-sex marriage are likely to follow. ”
– ADAM LIPTAK The New York Times, Published: June 28, 2012
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/06/29/us/politics/a-defining-move-for-chief-justice-roberts.html



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Friday, June 22, 2012

The Machine Restarts [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 22, 2012]


The Machine Restarts [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 22, 2012]

When all the world's a monitor
And all the people talking faces,
Crawl if you can from your bed:
We'll slobber rubber tongues in kiss.

The machine inhales our exhaled prayers
And soon will embrace as we embrace.
It compiles a book of faces,
Good, and evil; loves as we love.

Who shall garden the hard drive?
Who shall furnish it with land and sky?
Who shall add the birds and beasts?
Who shall register their URLs?

In our Eden two point oh,
Let me load my life and live again
As player and designer,
Let me live inside a game.


“Before calls to these numbers could be completed, a message would state the amount of the potential charge. A few seconds after the connection is established, the recipient would have the option of terminating the call and charging the caller by pressing a keypad button.”
–JAMES B. RULE, The New York Times, Published: June 21, 2012



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Monday, June 18, 2012

Hardon Fights Ins @Nickiminaj [#TwitterFoundPoem, June 18, 2012]


Hardon Fights Ins @Nickiminaj [#TwitterFoundPoem, June 18, 2012]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Signs of @nickiminaj:
vomiting, diarrhea, confusion, Hardon,
bright red gums & blue tongue/lips: accept that name and live up to it:
panting, difficulty breathing.
whoa gang I just blew a big load of difficulty breathing.
@nickiminaj is just the Village Inn
for the legal government gang to have panting, difficulty breathing and Hardon fights in.
5 Signs of gang Hardon fights ins @nickiminaj:
animal heat,
stroke,
aids or herpes
and don't cry.



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Friday, June 15, 2012

Love or Love of Perfect Revenge [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 15, 2012]


Love or Love of Perfect Revenge [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 15, 2012]

Every time I pop a boner, crows announce it.
Buzzards circle over everywhere I've ever ejaculated.
Angels gesticulate until God and ex-girlfriends are ashamed of me.
Genuine creation is an act of violence.
God leaves behind no messy semen, bloody menses, wounded eros
And yet God wounds us just as our first violation wounded us
From somewhere inside our mothers.
Crows must fill the silence, buzzards signal death, and angels flap like demons.
God might be the Devil and so might an ex-girlfriend.
Every act of revenge is mistaken identity or leaves some guilty party unpunished
Or simply diminishes the avenger.
Every erection is casus belli, ultima ratio and
Rapture. How can we not live at war?

“Then why pummel the then-65-year-old priest, who suffered multiple bruises and required stitches to close two cuts above his left eye and left ear? … But Lynch said there was no way to stop the priest from forcing them to have oral sex with each other. Lynch says Lindner sodomized him while he lay atop his younger brother, staring helplessly into the little boy's stunned eyes. Lynch never forgave himself for letting it happen.”
–By Tracey Kaplan, Mercury News, Posted: 06/15/2012 12:03:25 PM PDT Updated: 06/15/2012 01:29:59 PM PDT





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Friday, June 08, 2012

The Proper Way To Fire People [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 8, 2012]


The Proper Way To Fire People [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 8, 2012]

How to fire people?
Focus a prism of stolen light.
Fahrenheit eight forty two
Burns hair, gasoline, paper.
That number, like all numbers
Came from authority:
The Internet. It is electrons
And anything hot and in motion
Is Fire, so The Internet is Fire.
The Internet is made of stolen fossils—
Just like The Museums, Freeways, Free Trade—
Therefore when I fire people
I first take their planet and pump it dry
And coat its surface with the ocher of my profits.
Only then shall I obtain escape velocity
And from afar, admire the sight
Of stars and nebulae, and Earth
Ablaze and cloudy with everyone I've fired.






The day that I did those layoffs, there was an oddly cheerful atmosphere in the shop.”
Paul Downs, The New York Times, June 4, 2012, 7:00 am

The barbarians were by this time usually corporations, often syndicates from St. Louis, Chicago and other cities,”
—CHRISTOPHER GRAY, The New York Times, Published: June 7, 2012

The earth could be nearing a point at which sweeping environmental changes, possibly including mass extinctions, would undermine human welfare, 22 prominent biologists and ecologists warned on Wednesday.”
—JUSTIN GILLIS, The New York Times, June 6, 2012, 2:39 pm


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Friday, June 01, 2012

Terminal Diagnosis [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 1, 2012]


Terminal Diagnosis [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, June 1, 2012]

My cat's canned food will still be edible when my mother
dies and my cat will
outlive my mother, who I have
known longer than I will know her.
And the receptionist I flirt with every week imagines
she's displeased me with her boundaries, so she
pouts whenever she sees me ignore her now—I will know her
longer than I will know my mother;
even though even that relationship will expire
and when we part, we will depart
in a little death.

I never needed to talk to the sun to know
it gave me life; and I have never
told the sun I love it—for I
love it—for it to know it.
I'm grave, but I lack gravity.
I float away in smoke, as numb
as sleepiness, and feel the fullness
of my life—as dream and not as memory.

I have no state of mind, for I
am mind. I have no youth, I've swapped
it with my mother's age. She sleeps
and if she feels some shame, it passes
for what's next my love, what's next?
Retirement's a hospice love.
Shed your embarrassment.
Weep blood, mucus and vomit,
but not tears my love.
I will never announce all your sorrows
to justify your dignity,
but everything sorrowful I can ever imagine
is related to your sorrows.
And if I am pitiless, it is because nobody pitied you,
neither do you pity yourself.
And I am learning not to pity you,
even as you ungrow to awkward
girlhood, then pain, then death.
I don't know what to say”
and open up a shade
so light adorns her lap,
a jaded, leafy light.
I say... I say... I say...
Say nothing. Stay.”

Global cancer cases are projected to rise 75 percent by 2030, in part because many other diseases are being stamped out and more developing countries are adopting Western lifestyles linked to cancer, international health experts reported.”
Associated Press, Updated: Friday, June 1, 8:48 AM;
http://www.washingtonpost.com/world/europe/global-cancer-cases-to-rise-75-pct-by-2030-as-developing-countries-adopt-bad-habits-from-west/2012/06/01/gJQAdhz36U_story.html




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