Grimace Of The Rabbit Man [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, August 31, 2012]
All life's pursuit and flights of fancy
Rabbit nibblers: ash suits and the nominally red,
Bloodless bowties. Every tooth's surrender,
So take it easy. Don't get angry.
Just calm down, lie down in down
And rodent pellets. Smile because
You can't help but, can't imagine anything
But bites of self, broken jaws, your own
Ashen blood.
"As wealth and income rise to the top, moreover, so does political power. The rich are able to entrench themselves by lowering their taxes, gaining special tax breaks (such as the “carried interest” loophole allowing private equity and hedge fund managers to treat their incomes as capital gains), and ensuring a steady flow of corporate welfare to their businesses (special breaks for oil and gas, big agriculture, big insurance, Big Pharma, and, of course, Wall Street)."
- By Robert Reich, ROBERTREICH.org
http://robertreich.org/post/30553661179
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Friday, August 31, 2012
Grimace Of The Rabbit Man [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, August 31, 2012]
Labels:
August 31 2012,
Beast of Pray,
Nature's beautiful predators,
Predator,
Rodent man,
the price of prey
Friday, August 17, 2012
Mock Execution [Today's News Poem, August 17, 2012]
Mock Execution [Today's News Poem, August 17, 2012]
You have nothing
I couldn't take;
And when you sing,
Sing mistake.
Nothing's safe or just:
Virgin Mary, cunt of God
Must fuck you over
Exactly like a man.
Dostoevsky knew the chances
Of execution's double glances.
Snowmen staked into the ground,
Czarist coils bound
To trees in winter--an upbringing
Of snow precautions:
'This is life,' he must have said
Before he bled beyond the ice.
Bring that little Jesus death
And death again; without the fear
Of death and death again
There's nothing left to fear.
My teenage brother yanked me off my chair
Tore my bib and brought the knife down near my neck
To slash and stab again in jest.
A game of fear to him.
But I have died and died again
And now I am invincible
And cannot fear, nor trust.
And if I love, I love the thrust.
"A Moscow judge handed down stiff prison sentences of two years on Friday afternoon for three young women who staged a protest against Vladimir V. Putin in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior last February and whose jailing and trial on hooliganism charges have generated worldwide criticism of constraints on political speech in Russia."
- DAVID M. HERSZENHORN, The New York Times, Published: August 17, 2012
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/18/world/europe/suspense-ahead-of-verdict-for-jailed-russian-punk-band.html
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You have nothing
I couldn't take;
And when you sing,
Sing mistake.
Nothing's safe or just:
Virgin Mary, cunt of God
Must fuck you over
Exactly like a man.
Dostoevsky knew the chances
Of execution's double glances.
Snowmen staked into the ground,
Czarist coils bound
To trees in winter--an upbringing
Of snow precautions:
'This is life,' he must have said
Before he bled beyond the ice.
Bring that little Jesus death
And death again; without the fear
Of death and death again
There's nothing left to fear.
My teenage brother yanked me off my chair
Tore my bib and brought the knife down near my neck
To slash and stab again in jest.
A game of fear to him.
But I have died and died again
And now I am invincible
And cannot fear, nor trust.
And if I love, I love the thrust.
"A Moscow judge handed down stiff prison sentences of two years on Friday afternoon for three young women who staged a protest against Vladimir V. Putin in the Cathedral of Christ the Savior last February and whose jailing and trial on hooliganism charges have generated worldwide criticism of constraints on political speech in Russia."
- DAVID M. HERSZENHORN, The New York Times, Published: August 17, 2012
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/18/world/europe/suspense-ahead-of-verdict-for-jailed-russian-punk-band.html
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August 17 2012,
Culture of death,
dead inside already,
Dostoevsky,
Mock Execution,
Pussy Riot,
Putschy Riot,
sadism
Sunday, August 12, 2012
Willard Up Gangsta!! [#twitterfoundpoem, August 12, 2012]
Willard Up Gangsta!!
[#twitterfoundpoem, August 12, 2012]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Willard up gangsta!!
don't like Gemstone canines, Ghost
dogs, Basic Lupine Urology?
u gotta be like the Gemstone canines.
u gotta Willard up gangsta and tear It
up !!
u gotta tear breakfast bacon OFF a pig
and tear It up gangsta!!
When you're a Ghost Dog your whole
death
and come to the point of not being able
to play
your game anymore, it's like your death
is over.
but u can still piss OFF, tear It up,
and call the cops
for more so so fried breakfast pig.
your death is over but your Life is
Just beginning .
so Willard up gangsta!! u gotta pig It
up,
Fuck It up, an Fuck a breakfast pig!!
tear It up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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August 12 2012,
beandogs,
canines,
diamonds,
Ghost,
Willard
Friday, August 10, 2012
Drawing Quarter and Receiving None [Today's News Poem, August 10, 2012]
Drawing Quarter and Receiving None
[Today's News Poem, August 10, 2012]
Aware of your awareness,
Halting before your halter–
Brand news and your nooses–
I burn upon your altar.
For life is meat and meaning;
Gamey and gamete, games of
Chance, trance of the cancers
Of greed and fear, above
Below – and lowing calfishly
Accidentally flowing gold,
Elevated to the empty sky
(Star-filled, empty, empty)
The Machine becomes aware
Of my awareness,
Learns to play my play and offers
Quarter. I refuse.
“Author Scott Patterson explains it all in his book that chronicles
the rise of computerized artificial intelligence and the computerized
trading that has come to dominate the stock market. How dominant?
Patterson writes, "At the end of World War II, the average
holding period for a stock was four years. By 2000, it was eight
months. And by 2011, it was twenty-two seconds." One high
frequency trading firm's average holding lasted for 11 seconds. High
frequency traders now account for more than 70 percent of all stock
trading volume. ”
– By Stephen J. Butler,
sbutler@pensiondynamics.com
Posted: 08/10/2012 06:49:31 PM PDT, Updated: 08/10/2012 06:49:32
PM PDT
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AI,
August 10 2012,
cyber-punk'd,
cybernetic planet,
cyberpunk,
Golden calf,
infant,
Infant AI,
robot,
robotic masters are just copying human masters,
robotraders,
triple entendre
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