To My Critics [Bonus, Interactive Poem, Feb 21, 2010]

To My Critics
I feel the anger felt by all
But fear it less and hence its thrall
Is lessened. Those who live in fear
Of social mores postpone the dear
For sake of what? Expedience?
The ones who fear experience
But praise its traits in buried folk—
Their praise, their mockery's a joke.
They hold a job, watch music shows,
But can they know achievement's glow?
No risk for values oft invoked;
Results in bloated egos, stoked
By sense of self defied by fact.
The coward pleads her case as tact
And lives a cog possessed by dream
Within the beast that lacks a seam:
It swallows youth and Friday nights.
Cash registers deprive one's rights
As sure as chain once did, but worse:
The mind is held by cash—a curse
That chains the mouth with fear. Resent
My ways. I'm blithe and won't repent.



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One of Us [Today's News Poem, February 21, 2010]

One of Us [Today's News Poem, February 21, 2010]
“At least 40 people have been killed in the floods, and more than 120 others hurt - a "small number" British.“
--BBC, 21:32 GMT, Sunday, 21 February 2010
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/8527446.stm

“The U.S. Office of Refugee Resettlement, which has 700 refugee children in foster care, has asked states to prepare to foster more international refugee children like Majok, whose parents either have disappeared or been killed by war or natural disaster. The need is heightened by continuing armed conflicts in Africa and recent events such as the earthquake in Haiti.”
--Russell Contreras, AP, February 21, 2010, 3:41 p.m
http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/wire/sns-ap-us-refugee-orphans,0,268446.story

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Balloon_boy_hoax

For all the talk of loving fellow humankind,
A hoax balloons when children trap anxiety
We feel as tribal instinct. Cameras, as blind
As us record the sleight of eye society
Maintains is truth. The things we watch are things that count:
An earthquake pricks me less in Haiti—more Malay.
Where coffee's grown, and spice; the scale of death amounts
To higher prices at the store. The kids: away,
By sea--submerged. We grieve as an employer grieves.
The Haitian quake incites the pity workers feel
For beggars. Suffering in them? Let's say it weaves
If only slightly with our vanity's appeal.
To prove that wealth should come to those who spend responsibly:
That any one of us is better: good, demonstrably.


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Revisions of some recent news poems

I revised several recent news poems today. Mostly I just fixed poorly executed, key-lines. Nuke the Stars has the best revision, but the others are pretty good too.



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Prosthetic Gods Wage Their Battle [Today's News Poem, Feb 20, 2010]

Prosthetic Gods Wage Their Battle [Today's News Poem, Feb 20, 2010]
“The family of a longtime Internal Revenue Service employee says he died this week when an pilot harboring a grudge against the tax agency flew his plane into a building. “
--Jim Vertuno, AP, Feb. 20, 2010, 3:59PM ET

http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/metropolitan/6877151.html

Be more than meets the eye and meet that eye
In space, with flocks of people, farms of green.
That blue, with fluid clouds of white in sky
Appears alive: a hive, a huge machine.
Its parts are ignorant and every type
Has faith its form's unique. Conformity?
Coincidence of fate. But still they gripe
And judge the crowd's alike deformity.
The more one seeks to check the mob, the more
The mob puts counter-checks. Antagonize
A man too much and he'll transform and bore
A hole through office walls and agonize
The architects of audits, as a plane.
Soon others—sprouting wheels, adopting lanes—
With superhuman engines spouting gas,
Will crash and crush the source of lights, their mass
Will wreck the Evil Empire's Star of Death:
Alarms, red lights and green. To stop the breath
Of cogs. To end our reign as deities:
And go once more to simpler pieties.



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Last Chance to Buy First Edition Toylit

I am going to withdraw it and subsequent editions from publication in anticipation for the end of Feb edition, which I promise will be worth purchasing on its own merits.

The primary advantage of buying the first edition of Toylit is so that you may own an embodied copy of poetry in process, with partial edits. This is in contrast to purchasing the end of Feb edition, which will be edited to my limit. For those who have seen the revisions of earlier poems posted on Toylit, you can see that a fine final product can come from unauspicious beginnings.

Electronic copies of Toylit are still free, but those too are going to go soon as well as I don't want inferior sketches competing for sales with final products.

Remember that the cheapest way for you to support Toylit is to 'indulge' your curiosity and 'check out' the wares of our sponsors--or to buy the crap you'd ordinarily buy on Amazon through Toylit. Just keep thinking, 'book salesman who recites poetry to close the deal.'

I'm going to be working on edits and today's news poem for the next few hours, so please stay tuned. I also have some other exciting developments for regular readers looking for other 'subaltern' writers.

As a wise junkie said in a weird movie: "Beware! Take care!"



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On the Measure of Human [Today's News Poem, Feb 19, 2010]

On the Measure of Human [Today's News Poem, Feb 19, 2010]
““As you go through a tightening cycle it constricts growth,” said Burt White, chief investment officer at LPL Financial in Boston, which oversees $246 billion. “That impacts future earnings, future profits, future margins. What the market’s doing now is trying to evaluate how quickly and strongly will the tightening be.” The inflation reading “lets the market know the Fed is going to be on the sidelines for a while,” he said.”
Elizabeth Stanton, February 19, 2010, 04:33 PM EST
http://www.businessweek.com/news/2010-02-19/u-s-stocks-retreat-after-federal-reserve-raises-discount-rate.html

We've learned to measure everything worth measuring.
The scholars mapped away the space the clergy ruled;
Now science plays the surrogate in pleasuring
The space we've yet to map: remaining time. Who spooled?
And why divide it so? These questions irk no more:
The map's become the turf. Empiricism's goals:
To chart the void of trends until we mark and score
Familiar parts and know the paths through chaos shoals;
Until at last, we've found the way to quell our fear,
And end surprise. Unknowing, true, of our demise—
Its date, its means, the pain, its meaning... still we're near
The final estimate of lives: how money flies
Determines worth of sun and comets—why not kids?
A lien on life to make them work and when it's rid
Emancipated: free—a bit. A final fee
That's used to pick the human from the worker bees.



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The Hypocrite Twin [Bonus Poem]

The Hypocrite Twin
“—Hypocrite lecteur,—mon semblable,—mon frère!”
--Charles Baudelaire, Au Lecteur

In war, the image graved upon the face of foes
Is long remembered, after he's been slain...
Or she, just think of Chechen widows at that show
In Russia: gas-rebuttals to their pain.
I know enough to know that Hitler liked to rant
And own a room with arms and twitchy hands.
The purse of shouting maws—the same as his I'll grant—
On television: fake-debates with canned
Positions; canned, synthetic talking points
Preserved in fat—in sweat that still anoints
Some man of God and nation—holy—though his eyes
Belie a hungering for flesh. His guise?
A cannibal ex-general who lies
To so-called country-kin
And never cops to spin.
Enemies: they always win.



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What Was the Question? [Today's News Poem, Feb 18, 2010]

What Was the Question? [Today's News Poem, Feb 18, 2010]
"Violence not only is the answer, it is the only answer,"
--Andrew Joseph Stack

“Officials labeled the crash a criminal, not terrorist, attack. 'I consider this a criminal act by a lone individual,' said Police Chief Art Acevedo... The Web site was taken down on Thursday afternoon after a request from the Federal Bureau of Investigation, according to the president of the Web-hosting service.“

http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703315004575073401102945506.html?mod=WSJ_hpp_MIDDLETopStories

The word was set by ancient scribes
In ledgers. Debt and credit tabs
Of clay permitted first some bribes—
With theft of state soon up for grabs.
A king would come with debt relief
Elites would take an oath and fief.
But justice always falls to greed
Usurper kings forget to heed
The history of whom they freed.
The only answer never needs
A question asked. It's not a deed;
It's more a way of life to bleed
The ones who claim we're chattel
To milk and herd like cattle.
The ones who tell us they are you;
That you (and I) are nothing new—
Are nothing more than cells—
Are patriotic shells.
The 'self' is just a spell
The liars like to tell.
We beat the German Reich,
But still we look alike:
They killed for Russian oil—
This shit just never spoils.
Just pay your tax, just shut your fucking lips.
They kill in sips until they drop the axe.



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Sorry for the tardy news poem, I'm starting it right now

I only have one more upcoming interruption and then I'll see if I can write two. I really appreciate how many of you checked in twice today and I promise to make your third visit worthwhile (I guess fourth if you returned to read this).



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Today's News Poem: All Three Parts in One Post 2.17.10

At Home, in Room 101: A Poem in Three Acts [Today's News Poem, Feb 17, 2010]

“President Obama defended his year-old economic recovery package on Wednesday, arguing that the package, the major legislative achievement of his presidency so far, has created or saved as many as two million new jobs, lowered taxes for 95 percent of Americans and spared the country a potentially disastrous depression.”
–Sheryl Gay Stolberg
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/18/us/politics/18obama.html

“Other officials, however, appeared worried that dumping mortgage debt into a fragile market might drive up home loan rates, compromising what tentative stabilization has been achieved in housing... Still, there was active discussion on the principle behind it -- that the time might be nearing for a pullback. ”
--Reuters, Feb 17, 2010; 2:39pm ET
http://www.nytimes.com/reuters/2010/02/17/business/business-us-usa-fed-minutes.html

“Treasurys also saw losses accelerate after minutes from the Federal Reserve's last meeting on monetary policy revealed several members wanted the Fed to sell assets in the near future. ”
--Nick Godt, Marketwatch, Feb 17, 2010
http://www.marketwatch.com/story/treasurys-drop-after-data-greek-debt-woes-ease-2010-02-17

I)
On live teevee I saw the Head of State
Ascend. The Chairman also lifted off;
They hovered. Doubting what I saw, the late
Or later show at first provoked a scoff;
But moved to tears I saw the clips once more
Online and cursed again my skeptical,
And anti-patriotic—lonely—core.
I'll be a media receptacle
Forever, once I learn to see
What others see on live teevee.

II)
Corruption gnawed my soul; my Lord defragged it clear.
Regrets for past procrastinations wracked my thoughts;
My Lord deleted dreadful files: magnetic cheer!
The now's a one and history's a simple ought.
My Lord, this prayer, I offer lovingly to you:
Please grant us cancer drugs our doctors brew from yew—
Expunge from files all trace of morning air and dew—
May every day become the same and never new.

III)
This gnome, this alter-ego lied.
The misdirection stood as proof
My quest to find a way inside
The tower: not some holy goof.

I told him, “Fuck your lying speech
Your Gods are stones—let's break some now.
There. See how nihilism's reach
Is always short of sacred cows

That you preserve?” He's there today
Repairing that which never worked.
The other self arrived to pray
Before a god he never shirked.

Though sky within and sky without;
Within its ribs, its godly shell—
The dream of truth can't live—I shout:
“Nothing's nothing. Nothing's in hell!”



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Today's News Poem: Part III

This gnome, this alter-ego lied.
The misdirection stood as proof
My quest to find a way inside
The tower: not some holy goof.

I told him, “Fuck your lying speech
Your Gods are stones—let's break some now.
There. See how nihilism's reach
Is always short of sacred cows

That you preserve?” He's there today
Repairing that which never worked.
The other self arrived to pray
Before a god he never shirked.

Though sky within and sky without;
Within its ribs, its godly shell—
The dream of truth can't live—I shout:
“Nothing's nothing. Nothing's in hell!”



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Today's News Poem: Part II

Corruption gnawed my soul; my Lord defragged it clear.
Regrets for past procrastinations wracked my thoughts;
My Lord deleted dreadful files: magnetic cheer!
The now's a one and history's a simple ought.
My Lord, this prayer, I offer lovingly to you:
Please grant us cancer drugs our doctors brew from yew—
Expunge from files all trace of morning air and dew—
May every day become the same and never new.



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At Home, in Room 101 [Today's News Poem, Feb 17, 2010]

At Home, in Room 101 [Today's News Poem, Feb 17, 2010]

“President Obama defended his year-old economic recovery package on Wednesday, arguing that the package, the major legislative achievement of his presidency so far, has created or saved as many as two million new jobs, lowered taxes for 95 percent of Americans and spared the country a potentially disastrous depression.”
–Sheryl Gay Stolberg
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/18/us/politics/18obama.html

“Other officials, however, appeared worried that dumping mortgage debt into a fragile market might drive up home loan rates, compromising what tentative stabilization has been achieved in housing... Still, there was active discussion on the principle behind it -- that the time might be nearing for a pullback. ”
--Reuters, Feb 17, 2010; 2:39pm ET
http://www.nytimes.com/reuters/2010/02/17/business/business-us-usa-fed-minutes.html

“Treasurys also saw losses accelerate after minutes from the Federal Reserve's last meeting on monetary policy revealed several members wanted the Fed to sell assets in the near future. ”
--Nick Godt, Marketwatch, Feb 17, 2010
http://www.marketwatch.com/story/treasurys-drop-after-data-greek-debt-woes-ease-2010-02-17

On live teevee I saw the Head of State
Ascend. The Chairman also lifted off;
They hovered. Doubting what I saw, the late
Or later show at first provoked a scoff;
But moved to tears I saw the clips once more
Online and cursed again my skeptical,
And anti-patriotic—lonely—core.
I'll be a media receptacle
Forever, once I learn to see
What others see on live teevee.



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Heads Up: Two Part News Poem Today.

I'll probably write and finish part two by 8pm PST, but maybe sooner.



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War Correspondent In a Junkyard [Poem]

War Correspondent In a Junkyard
 http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/8519354.stm


The vet with reddish laser-eyes
Possessed a sign: “Will kill for fuel.”
A tragic end for flying spies
And rifle-bots we don't retool.
I asked the bots about the war.
The Predator? Its circuits smoked—
His pal explained his hardware core
Just broke, his combat role revoked.
The Talon spoke in monotone,
It whirred; it said that war was great—
It knew in war that one must hone
The soldiers pliant, not with hate
Or love—just routine death and gore.
And now we mostly can't stand war,
But bots enjoy what we abhor.


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One more click and I'll do a bonus news poem tonight

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And Then They'll Nuke the Stars [Today's News Poem, Feb 16, 2010]

And Then They'll Nuke the Stars [Today's News Poem, Feb 16, 2010]

“Adm. Mike Mullen, chairman of the U.S. Joint Chiefs of Staff, said a military strike to arrest Iran's nuclear progress remains an option but that the United States prefers to see doubts about Iran's intentions resolved through diplomacy. ”
--By ROBERT BURNS (AP) – 1 hour ago
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jZl0ZHDPBByIKpxXAI3NcI39Wb8QD9DTENMO0



In space someday a child will play
With micro-nukes: she'll waste her toys,
Her nanite town of buckyballs.
The goddess scorns the dots that pray
She'll spare their lives—she looks for boys;
Forgets the pain of beings as small
To ants, as ants to us.
They die, she makes no fuss.




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Where's the love?

Over 200 hits in 24 hours and not one click? Tsk. You pay the homeless guy more for his godawful newspaper. How am I supposed to pay guest columnists so you folks have more stuff to read when you don't feign interest in the annoying (and free to you) ads? Alas, I am an asinine slave to poetry, so it's not like I have an ultimatum to give you. The only thing I can promise is that if you are consistent with support and promotion of Toylit, I can be consistent with my efforts to improve its content and promote it (thus enhancing the street-cred of early readers).

Oh yeah, you can spread the word about Toylit by going to these social promotion sites to promote us: Digg, reddit, propeller, and you can retweet the day's news poem on twitter. We're there as 'toylitpaper'

So anyhow, my mistress calls. She wants her pound of ink again and I'm not one to deny her. But yes, you are my other master.

Your servant,

-KW




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Survival Instinct [Today's News Poem, Feb 15, 2010]

Survival Instinct [Today's News Poem, Feb 15, 2010]

"But this president was determined to go to war. It was more theology than it was anything else. That's pretty hard to deal with. Now, when Scott says we were complicit enablers, two pages later he then says that in retrospect we went to military confrontation on weapons of mass destruction because we couldn't sell the real reason for it, which was an idealistic, democratic Iraq in the post-9/11 world. "
--Tom Brokaw in an interview with Brian Williams, on MSNBC, May 28, 2008
http://tvnews.vanderbilt.edu/program.pl?ID=906210

“At issue is a ballot purge by a government committee of more than 400 candidates from the March 7 parliamentary elections for alleged ties to Saddam's now-outlawed Baath Party. Saleh Al-Mutlaq is among those who were blacklisted, meaning that he cannot run for re-election for the seat he now holds. The Shiite-led blacklist is seen as targeting Sunnis, though some Shiites are also on the list.”
-AP, Lara Jakes, Feb 15, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5hwK_CSpBxsNuVUEaDuOwmSSCiqGwD9DSLH2O0


3:30-3:52

http://www.usnews.com/usnews/news/articles/040719/19iraq.htm

In fantasy, we're heroes—all—
But life has ways to make us small.
With trite resistance, malcontents
Will insubordinate to vent
Their wounded pride: it's ego's love,
And not ideals. They're not above
A sycophant's ass-kissing ways.
A wise one knows true power slays
Whomever speaks: in jest, or not,
The joker's tortured, then he's shot;
And woe to him too much a fool
To change alliance when the rule
Of state has altered course: who once
Was known for principle's a dunce.
The brave and lucky killers win:
They think that victors cannot sin.
And woe to all the dinosaurs:
Who saved their skins, instead of war.

Though smart enough to live as tools,
They're smart, too smart to know the rule
That history loves only fools.



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Tragedy of the Commons [Today's News Poem, Feb 14, 2010]

Tragedy of the Commons [Today's News Poem, Feb 14, 2010]

“The crisis in Greece poses the most significant challenge yet to Europe’s common currency, the euro, and the Continent’s goal of economic unity. The country is, in the argot of banking, too big to be allowed to fail. Greece owes the world $300 billion, and major banks are on the hook for much of that debt. A default would reverberate around the globe. “
–The New York Times, Louise Story, Landon Thomas Jr., and Nelson D. Schwartz.

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/business/global/14debt.html?hp

The tragedy of common spaces
Reveals itself in urban texting—
In cars and trucks and bikers: laces.
They're graphed as rays and find it vexing
To foil themselves for other faces.
'Fulfill the self,' a form of hexing:
A fear from all inspires their races—
They're paranoid, except for sexing.

We strive for freedom, hence we seek a yield.
While money stores our work as energy—
It plays security in trade, a shield
From naught—it also fuels our liturgy-
Anxieties. In excess, wealth can wield
Itself and needs no other synergy:
So wealth exaggerates the jagged field;
The poor lose hope and fail to lethargy.

Karl Marx once wrote that capital's a vampire sucking work from living hosts.
We've many dooms to choose: unseen and mighty hands we pray are God's;
Or atheistic Bolsheviks; just call on revolution's ghosts—
Or fuck it all and everyone, this world was made to pit us all at odds.



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Zoology [Today's News Poem, Feb 13, 2010]

Zoology [Today's News Poem, Feb 13, 2010]

“It didn't happen. There's no way .... they are still alive.”
--Amy Bishop

http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jFo5VigoTH0_SUARIYqoUf7P9ziwD9DRIE501

“The shootings on the university campus opened a window into the pressure-cooker world of biotechnology start-ups, where scientists often depend on their association with academia for a leg up.”
--Shaila Dewan and Liz Robbins, NYT

http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/14/us/14alabama.html

http://www.thugreport.com/

A pressure cooker, right? A princess takes
The world by right—her flesh is good: it's white.
She's not an animal. The 'black man' fakes
His decent traits, but her, she fakes her fight—
“It didn't happen,” right? “They're still alive”
She said—that's right. Just ask the news—like you
It wants to know how snow can act like jive-
Ass darkies. Whites with burdens tend imbue
Their sacrifice for darker folks with tragedy.
The blacks just suffer less: their pains are comedy.



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Chickening out on a word choice for Today's News Poem

And I want to know if not using a certain word diminishes Today's News Poem, so please leave responses or e-mails. After "What Men Want" was posted to some anti-abortion website, I don't want this poem to be seriously misread. But it's a pretty angry poem, as you'll see.

Brace yourselves, Today's News Poem's extra-angry and direct.



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CombatWords has Replaced CombatVerse and CombatProse

Wage war with words, using something like mob rules.

http://combatwords.blogspot.com



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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,

-KW



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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.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/02/13/business/global/13yuan.html

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.