The Ecstasy of Saint Cthulu [#twitterfoundpoem, September 24, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I was referring to the ancient rivalry,
silent but violent,
between editions of Programmer Nazis
who victimized grammar,
and the punctuation of worship
of Muslims, Jews, christians
and satanists.
Programmer Nazis are correcting the grammar,
the spelling... the Ecstasy of Saint cthulu.
They're writing the new cthulu tracts
that will result in the wrong output
for Muslims, Jews, christians and satanists,
But will result in the Right output
for the sleeping beauty,
the one which We call Saint cthulu...
for a perpetual pogrom for all time!
Certainty Principle [Today's News Poem, September 23, 2010]
Eye like the barrel.
Destroy what you see.
Uncertain as principle
Boxed with a kitten.
Bullet through passages
Emptied before you;
Hollow beyond you,
Gazing without you.
Photons or ammo
Puncture sight fancy.
Heads full of seeds:
Solids gone scattered.
Even your penis
Ruins its pleasure
While rooting for life.
Pray for sterility.
Worship perception.
Shatters become you.
Being and seeing;
Becoming and being.
“A 20-year-old Watsonville man allegedly pulled a gun on a motorist who yelled at him for using a cell phone while driving, police reported. ”
– Jennifer Squires - Santa Cruz Sentinel, 09/23/2010 02:27:56 PM PDT
http://www.mercurynews.com/breaking-news/ci_16155364?nclick_check=1
Eating the Courage of the Mama Grizzly's Offspring [#twitterfoundpoem, September 23, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I am The mama grizzly of a retarded child.
Lawd Have Mercy!!
The bloody Meat Circus called.
Lawd Have Mercy!!
they want to hunt My retarded child
RIP his heart out right before his eyes Eyes over easy Eat it eat it eat it ...
they Have special needs too
and Should feel refreshed and rejuvenated by Vicious
ommnimnom cannibalism!!
Citizen-Dictator of the World [Today's News Poem, September 22, 2010]
Mention it in passing, if at all.
That's important. Please
remember to pretend it wasn't spoken.
When it's time to pull
the trigger, kill this thing;
when the shit has hit the cooling ducts,
when we screw the pooch on paper shredders,
like temps we did in conference rooms—
then we'll soar and chase
our bank accounts and land
on marble courts, bedecked
to look like home. A nation
in our image—nay—
a planet with our visage,
where everything is permission,
if not outright submission.
“But there is a twist in this shift to the East: Many of the banks growing in these low-tax oases have Swiss pedigrees. And their clients are not only Asia’s growing number of millionaires but also wealthy Americans and Europeans who, lawyers say, have been spooked by mounting scrutiny from the tax authorities in their own countries. ”
– LYNNLEY BROWNING, The New York Times, Published: September 22, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/23/business/global/23swiss.htm
Slappers, Weirdos, Chavs, Footie Lads and Normal People GO COMPARE GO COMPARE Outreach Programmes [#twitterfoundpoem, September 22, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
FOOTIE LADS SCREAMING ON MY telly???
MY HEAD HURTS YOU SLAPPERS!!!!!
Fuckin KNEE SLAPPERS!!!!!
dirty little slappers are happy
in The Chav Outreach Programme.
It was vicious for women,
but slappers are happy
in that Programme. GOOO COMPAREEEEEE
GOO COMPAREEE A nice cuppa tea
with a custard cream biscuit
while watching the telly
while watching the Chav Outreach Programme.
GOOO COMPAREEEEEE GOO COMPAREEE
Weirdos and normal people,
Chavs and SLAPPERS,
Footie Lads,
while watching The Weirdos and SLAPPERS and Chavs
scrap in The Chav Outreach Programme.
It was vicious while watching ,
but afterward, now,
MY other HEAD HURTS
I'm horny and all u slappers talk about is
vicious, terrifying sex!
angels cut
off part
of your foot
kiss your cheek and ask
if you still want to
they aren't convinced
god is the boogie woogie
bugle boy of company
b and the angels point
bayonets dance
for their pleasure
if you still want to
Chalk-Fruit of Knowledge [Today's News Poem, September 21, 2010]
The schoolmaster claps her erasers together
And figurines form from the dust.
Each of them offers agenda; from pawn
To king. They're arrayed to do battle and whether
They like it or hate it, they must
Sit in their black and white rows on the lawn:
Apples of chalk that will sprout into saplings
Fruiting varieties ranging from blossom-
Dappled, to mealy potato. A garden
Board where agendas are set by the awesome
Eraser; where gardeners prune to alignment
Orchards of scrimmages: frozen assignment.
“But there is nothing within its halls or on its Web site that indicates what differentiates British International from the teeming masses of expensive private schools in New York: It is run for profit. ”
– JENNY ANDERSON, The New York Times, September 21, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/22/nyregion/22private.html
When We Arise and Transform! [#twitterfoundpoem, September 21, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
We are Sterling robots in our FINEST form.
We Could lay out here with the Sun on us
w/out any proof, in our FINEST form.
Whatever we do for others,
whatever sacrifices we make,
we are devil robots in disguise.
We contribute to the dwindling tissue
of lies and deception.
Flies Could lay on the dwindling face
of our FINEST form.
Lucifer / robots/ viruses/ hackers/ spammers
Could fly away to the moon by accident.
the moon transforms to Sun,
into robots in disguise and becomes voluntary.
the benefit of such actions are Sterling:
HUMAN VERIFICATION for Sterling robots
in disguise.
Lifelong Recession [Today's News Poem, September 20, 2010]
Ghost in straight lines.
What can you touch?
Red hair was fine,
You shambling crutch.
Aging balloon,
Plump in your youth,
Sagging joints croon
Familiar pain truths.
Glass at your desk
Threaded on string,
Next to grotesque
And silvery rings.
Process, not art
Rescues your wits;
Otherwise parts
Would rust—you would quit
Struggling; shriek
While you await
Buses and speak
With bitterest traits.
Nobody loves
Canvass-clad maids.
Pigeons, not doves,
Shall offer you shade.
Margins erupt
Quietly. Fate
Can't interrupt
This desperate freight:
Artist of lipid,
Ritual scapegoat,
Vanquished insipid
Blossom of rote.
“The US recession lasted 18 months and was the most prolonged since World War II, a report has concluded. ”
– BBC, 20 September 2010 Last updated at 11:59 ET
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-11376589
being a dead employee ought to count for something:
one count of receiving all the paperwork
and one count of BO.
the boss caught wind of the massive
body odor sitting directly in front of him.
thanks, dead kid with the body odor of roasted dust.
thanks boss, for the trial period.
it is not cool,
But we will make it cool
and the office will smell of wilted flowers
and roasted, Rotting, Bloated, Corpse.
Guinea Pig's Lament [Today's News Poem, September 19, 2010]
You put up my photo on Craigslist:
A cowlick of calico squealing
That swallowed his teeth for the portrait;
For handfuls of breakfast and cuddles.
I trusted you more than my instincts
Or mother—your hands were beloved:
They fed me. I only bit carrots—
And never in anger. Imagine
It for me; my pall made of paper,
My graveyard, a serpent: a master
Of supper. I died for your shortage...
You couldn't imagine the motives
Respectable people with manners
Conceal on the phone or with handshakes;
And what they would kill for the sake of
A snake in a cage by the dishes.
“But when Mr. Ryan, 22, was admitted to the trial in May, he was assigned by a computer lottery to what is known as the control arm. Instead of the pills, he was to get infusions of the chemotherapy drug that has been the notoriously ineffective recourse in treating melanoma for 30 years.”
– Amy Harmon, The New York Times, September 18, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/19/health/research/19trial.html
Animal, Mineral, Vegetable [#twitterfoundpoem, September 19, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
ANIMAL NITRATE SUEDE soup
made a delightful dinner. it was actually soooooo goood
That my Eyes popped open...
but they were brain dead!!!!!
I flopped like a brain dead
Attack tortoise... Holy Infidels!
ANIMAL NITRATE SUEDE soup was soooooo goood!!!!!
mineral NITRATE vegetable soup?
fuck off.
If you were a hotdog and I was starving, would I eat you?
fuck off.
I'm Brain = dead.
I'm a delightful Gargantuan Asshole
made of canine, chicken, pork and pork
on challah!
ANIMAL NITRATE SUEDE soup
made me the famous lips and Asshole hotdog
I am today!
Package Tours Through Spirit Worlds [Today's News Poem, September 18, 2010]
Note the grubby toes his sandals expose.
Step inside and dodge the guard of the lodge:
Totems carved in trunks. This man is a drunk.
Still he leads the prayer to nature. The air
Stinks of hippie sweat. The tourists are wet.
Steam may conjure ghosts—our bearded guide hosts
Faces from the log: they rise from the fog.
Grizzly points through mist at me. I resist
Drinking water, rub my eyes. There's a cub
Now and both are scowling. “Hoot” and the owl
Flaps and feathers fall. I'm chapped and I call
Out, but others trance while spirits fly—dance
Right in front of me. “I own this! You see?”
This is worth the price; my money's worth—nice.
Every beast that hunted humans, we blunt.
Eat the trophy. Blood's delicious and mud
Waits beneath the creek to bathe us who seek
Wisdom from the dead: our gold for their lead.
“Following her tea party-fueled victory in Delaware’s GOP senate primary this past week, Christine O’Donnell has soared to national prominence faster than you can say “Sarah Palin.” In fact, many are likening O’Donnell to the mama grizzly herself. But some observers are beginning to see class as an issue within the GOP itself as it struggles to balance its traditional view of who should be in the club with the tea party insurgency that has notched significant wins over establishment Republican candidates in this year’s primary elections. ”
– Brad Knickerbocker, Staff Writer / September 18, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Politics/2010/0918/Class-as-a-way-of-understanding-Christine-O-Donnell-and-the-tea-party
Investments in Disease [#twitterfoundpoem, September 18, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Invest in spongiform brain diseases.
love them.
DONT KNOW WHERE TO GET TICKETS
for your own prion brain diseases?
Technically I should be off the grid already
but I'll tell you.
we use hell TO Raise hell.
Raise dem big ole glasses.
Clink clink.
I Invest my problems in brain diseases.
I love them.
it's for my own good.
I Radiate mental illness!!!!!
drink a glass of milk and deviled ham paste with me!
Let's Invest in spongiform brain diseases together!
Clink clink.
“Someday the Jew will be known as a sandwich,”
Graveyards await the messiah, my friend.
Maybe he came, but nobody could greet him.
Even more likely, they caught him and jailed
Prince of the peace everlasting. “Extinction's
Fine,” you had told me, “first, let me die.” You were
Always precocious: arrested and murdered
Ages ago, while my Jewish remains
Thrust near the limit, through starlight—I'm searching,
Always at night, for survivors, Minyan's
Not at all possible. Noah the Night Jew
Rides through the cosmos as well, I am sure
Someday we'll meet and confess what we've witnessed:
Nuclear explosions and atheist sorrow.
Sensei twitches: brainstem itches.
Scores of insect lords infect
Boards of wooden brains, he's lain
Bones on benches. Crones and wenches
Feed the dusk their seed on husks.
Peeling clothing, feeling loathing,
Lain his stilts, he's slain with guilt.
Chess board master; stress-disaster
Sleepy screamer, creepy dreamer;
Knight of weed, he's slight in deed:
Diving boards through thriving gourds—
Swimming pools are trimming fools
Playing toys like praying boys,
Frisco-banned lout, schizo handout:
Corrective gears, reflexive tears.
Each time a devil obtains its own pitchfork
An angel is learning to die.
Now populations of seraphim plummet
While newer and stronger gods rise.
No evil germinates without a fertile
Black soil, so the roots might unfurl
Out from the inky and smothering blackness—
From mineral, up to the top.
Rage grasps their hope. Pandemonium rises:
Huge. Modern and filled with the hope
That lives in avarice, laughter and throttles—
Yes, murder and paranoid hate.
Smile and the office awaits you.
Grin and you'll ride to the steeple of glass.
A bow-tie suggests that you're honest,
While glasses imply that you read when you can.
So help them to cover their asses.
They'll pay you with passcodes, permissions to transfer
what's hidden in cubicles; breathing through
fax machines; hissing in copiers, blazing
through halogens. You'll conquer the windows and walls
with a taxi that's speeding the emperor home
to his chariot: wings over smog.
They call you a thief, or Raskolnikov
yet there's a house by the beach on an island,
awaiting its Bonaparte, dressed in a bow;
to breakfast with Caesar, the Emperor Qin,
and talk about the fairness of confidence.
Flash Flood [Today's News Poem, September 17, 2010]
Arguments as sharp as shattered dishes,
Bills, or cigarettes she finds beneath the sink.
Everything's escape, so seek the yard and think.
Overtime to grant the little wishes
Fixing broken printers grants this worker.
Coffee through the day, insomnia by night.
Life's a string of instants; rarely feeling right,
Often worse. Lethargic, sleepy shirkers
Wake at home to quibble with their spouses
Rarely sleeping—no! Belay that little death!
Drive away from bankers squeezing out their breath
Working them exhausted, slave to houses.
Night is best. The road suggests an egress
White as light reflecting off the tidal swell;
Paved at first with cliff and sand. If one would dwell
Free, then risk the path of moon that blesses
Cowards off a cliff... then stay that steering
Wheel and keep to road. It's only if the ice
Slips you where the crabs select your deadened eyes—
Accidental death: heroic veering.
“There were more than 1,300 reports of damaged trees that were called into 311 or observed by Parks Department employees. Red dots show areas with downed trees. ”
– The New York Times, September 17, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/interactive/2010/09/17/nyregion/brooklyn-storm-map.html
Yum Kipper [#twitterfoundpoem, September 17, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
behold Yon Kipper!!!
fish of oppression.
All this fuss about a baby smoked fish
is never complete without the Pope and I fighting over
organised religion.
I bought a bucket of condoms to throw at him.
he bought a knife and gutted me!!!
he Bathed, refreshed in my Jewish blood
and smoked my lifeless body
in his Temple of Doom.
then he packed me in cans
and now behold:
Yum Kipper.
Doctrinal Mean [Today's News Poem, September 16, 2010]
Death is the victor, virtue's illusion;
Honor your fists with noses that catch them,
Punish the vices holding that smiling
Chin in its place. Deliver some anguish.
Render your foe—yes, bloody that sinner.
Hating the sin is easier. Better
Hammer the nails of wisdom to faces
Twisted with vices—silence those cowards!
Gaia's indifferent; caring for tombstones,
Blood from antagonists: doctrine's a bore.
“According to Aristotle, courage is a mean between rashness and cowardliness... Boxing provides practice with fear and with the right, attentive supervision, in quite manageable increments... While Aristotle is able to define courage, the study and practice of boxing can enable us to not only comprehend courage, but “to have and use” it.”
– GORDON MARINO, The New York Times, September 15, 2010
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/09/15/boxing-lessons/
“Two Afghans, at least one of them armed, were killed Thursday in another protest over a rumored burning of the Koran, Islam’s holy book, nearly a week after a fringe pastor in Florida who had incited widespread outrage over his plans to incinerate Korans in a 9/11 memorial bonfire canceled those plans. ”
– ROD NORDLAND, The New York Times, September 16, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/17/world/asia/17koran.htm
“Since it is possible that thou mayest depart from life this very moment, regulate every act and thought accordingly. But to go away from among men, if there are gods, is not a thing to be afraid of, for the gods will not involve thee in evil; but if indeed they do not exist, or if they have no concern about human affairs, what is it to me to live in a universe devoid of gods or devoid of providence? But in truth they do exist and they do care for human things, and they have put all the means in a man's power to enable him not to fall into real evils. But death certainly, and life, honor and dishonor, pain and pleasure, all these things equally happen to good men and bad, being things which make us neither better nor worse. Thus they are neither good nor evil.”
– Page 12, Meditations of Marcus Aurelius, Translated by George Long; The Peter Pauper Press, 1957
Don't Waste Your Foodstamps on a Dead Zone [#twitterfoundpoem, September 16, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
IF U SPEND IT U r crazy.
SPEND the time U barely get,
U crazy fuck,
Trying to decipher friends' experiences?
Trying to see if U learned how to decode delusion?
wtf?
deprive a Friend of oxygen and they will get
desperate as fuck.
delay friends' experiences and see how friendly
they get.
when U listen to a Friend U blow oxygen
out ur unemployed and delusional ass!
don't listen!
don't SPEND the only time U barely get,
the foodstamps of time U barely get,
on a seafood bash Friend dead zone!
Likewise, voids expand where pattern
Flourished, leaving just a serpent's
Tooth to sprout a new dynamic.
“Former President Bill Clinton had a very simple - and personal - reason Tuesday to forgive and endorse his longtime Democratic adversary Jerry Brown.
It was in both their interests.”
– Phillip Matier & Andrew Ross, The San Francisco Chronicle, September 15, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/09/15/BAHD1FDTOQ.DTL
colddd as a mother fucker.
now i know why.
The spy satellite I got
is changing the weather.
colddd as a mother fucker,
my heart is of ice.
I punished your cat with my bird
at my bird feeder.
my fucker bird
was casing your cat from the sky.
my colddd Crazy Ass Mother
Fucker bird spy satellite
was attacking your cat. did you witness
that awesome attack from the sky?
did you witness my bird Fucker spy satellite
attacking your cat at my bird feeder
site? Witness the fuck of the sky,
colddd as a mother fucker,
Sexual Predator satellite Pro 1.0;
mine for the moment.
Superior Replicas [Today's News Poem, September 14, 2010]
Pelicans truce with the sun's radiation.
Farther, panopticon satellites witness
Tuna that gape at the synchronized plummets
Of aircraft, for terrible Terra's elation.
They gasp for the oxygen, lost in the fitness
Of excellent submarine dives, as we summit.
“A 12-foot section of a damaged pipeline that sent oil bubbling to the surface outside Chicago was being replaced Tuesday, and a federal official said crews hoped to fill in the excavation site this week.”
– KAREN HAWKINS (AP) – 46 minutes ago as of 3:31pm PST, September 14, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5jjESZ0otZNdRiYrexijr-ORNXSvQD9I7UPK81
Serf Bazaar [Today's News Poem, September 13, 2010}
Beads of trading glass on hempen vines,
Crystal bowls and servant boys or girls...
Full of choices, everything's expense.
Come beyond the dollar curtain; don
Uniform and sweep the floors—and take
One of many pleasures. Leave the rest.
Nothing here's forbidden; simply ruled.
Even time is costly: waste not, want
Less. If sleep is how you take it, go.
Horde your surplus. Keep your options safe.
Youth departs, but still we fantasize
Everything is possible expense.
“The student loan default rate continued to rise in fiscal year 2008, the latest period for which data is available, with default rates for students at for-profit colleges — already the highest — rising the fastest.”
– TAMAR LEWIN, The New York Times, September 13, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/14/education/14colleges.html
Neutral Theology [#twitterfoundpoem, September 13 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I'm not sure why, but I'm thinking
that Prayer Changes Sex.
I'm thinking that neutral theory
can express deep neutral choices.
I'm not sure why.
beyond words there are only choices,
and we all have to live with the consequences.
Prayer Changes neutral theory,
to express deep, neutral emotion.
my best Prayer Changes me gender-neutral!
Selective Enforcement [Today's News Poem, September 12, 2010]
Everything's governed in nature from tendrils of seedlings
To withering heat and neglect. So the poppy has vanished?
Coppery blossoms of orange were swallowed. You noticed
The change when you bothered to see what indifference gardened.
Longing for surety; glistening—dewy in morning—
You killed it, expecting that elements honor your whimsy.
Seasons have shifted beneath you, above you—forever.
“... the group fell victim to one of the authorities’ newest tactics for quelling dissent: confiscating computers under the pretext of searching for pirated Microsoft software.”
– CLIFFORD J. LEVY, The New York Times, September 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/12/world/europe/12raids.html?_r=1
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