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Friday, August 31, 2012

Grimace Of The Rabbit Man [Today's News Poem by Khakjaan Wessington, August 31, 2012]

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 24, 2012

Ecce Mono [Today's News Poem, August 24, 2012]

Ecce Mono [Today's News Poem, August 24, 2012]

You knelt and grasped your rosary
And argued with creation.
Your poisoned essence oiled beads
And textured wood as if it were your nose,
Injected in yourself another sex
And bearded what was sacred to me.

Ecce Homo.

As painter, I have gesso and a vision.
I have more at stake than God.
My sperm is white as heaven,
White as bone, white as supposed light.
And when I lose, I lose forever:
There is no second masquerade.

Everybody knows I'm bored, near-death
And what I see, I choose to see.
And what I see are desperate apes,
Liars, and the desperate apes;
The nose oil and the pheromones of apes.

Ecce Mono.





'"You did it secretly, didn't you?"
"No! No, of course not."'
- BBC News, 23 August 2012 Last updated at 06:50 ET

http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-europe-19349921



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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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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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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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Thursday, August 02, 2012

Amnesiac's Anthem [Today's News Poem, August 3, 2012]

Amnesiac's Anthem [Today's News Poem, August 3, 2012]

Human:
Run the program, seize the joints.
Lift each leg, but lift it hollow.
Articulate a punchline, spell out what you see
You broken little program.

Human:
Sucks a lolli, wants his mommy.
Claws the screen, but then caresses.
Types electrons filled with tears and anger,
Only heard by profit-bots.

What do you remember?
You call the screen your life?
What do you remember?
You call these sounds your life?
What do you remember?
You haven't done a thing as cool as this—
I swear, you've never ever been as cool
As SETI screen savers,
HALO 3;
And porn
Is never anybody's life,
It's just a dream recorded, reordered, recalled
But even that will fade.

“The software glitch that cost Knight Capital Group $440 million in just 45 minutes reveals the deep fault lines in stock markets that are increasingly dominated by sophisticated high-speed trading systems. But Wall Street firms and regulators have few easy solutions for such problems... The May 2010 'Flash Crash', in which U.S. stocks inexplicably sank in a matter of minutes, illustrated how technological problems can cascade. ”
–Jed Horowitz and Joseph Menn, Thu Aug 2, 2012 10:34pm EDT

“the president of the European Central Bank, Mario Draghi, set off a market rebellion Thursday as investors who were apparently hoping for a bold euro rescue plan instead heard a general statement of good intentions... On Thursday, Mr. Draghi acknowledged that Jens Weidmann, president of the German central bank, opposed the general statement on bond purchases that the other 22 members of the European Central Bank’s governing council had agreed to when they met earlier in the day.”
– JACK EWING, The New York Times, Published: August 2, 2012



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