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Friday, October 22, 2010
You'll Get Your News Poem Soon, But 1st...
Toylit is 9 months old Today. 270 days, 270 News Poems, with probably another 30 Bonus Poems and 150 #twitterfoundpoems, for something like 450 poems this year. If Toylit is a tool in your news-digestion arsenal, please support it. Yes, this is the NPR pitch--sorry about that--but you know it's true. You only need to examine the advertisers 'in good faith' and that'll help me out without costing you anything. If you want to take it a step further, you can shell out the $20 for a copy of Toylit. It's cool if you don't want to do either, I'm glad you're reading.
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The Gun is Good! The Penis is Evil! CombatWords for October 22, 2010
Your rebuttal Zardoz?
http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2010/10/combatwords-october-22-2010-vice-virtue.html
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Vagblockcockblockpompompoms [#twitterfoundpoem, October 22, 2010]
Vagblockcockblockpompompoms [#twitterfoundpoem, October 22, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
IT'S INTERNATIONAL cockblock day!!
CELEBRATE that bullshit all day!!
Im bored with night life
So I might as well cockblock all day
AND all life. every other year i LIVED
AND every other night i died.
i hear they replaced life with pom-poms
AND heels of course. but yeah lemme know...
life IS SUCH A vagblockcockblockpompompoms
but death is even worse!!
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IT'S INTERNATIONAL cockblock day!!
CELEBRATE that bullshit all day!!
Im bored with night life
So I might as well cockblock all day
AND all life. every other year i LIVED
AND every other night i died.
i hear they replaced life with pom-poms
AND heels of course. but yeah lemme know...
life IS SUCH A vagblockcockblockpompompoms
but death is even worse!!
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Thursday, October 21, 2010
Red is Not Red Anymore [Today's News Poem, October 21, 2010]
Red is Not Red Anymore [Today's News Poem, October 21, 2010]
You said you could live in my mind;
A house I would share with you—both
Our properties joined with a door:
Unlocked, then unhinged and removed.
I walk to my office and sit:
My swiveling chair and my files
Surround me. The cabinet drawer
Is dented—my knuckles have scars.
I open it—look, there's the snap
You took in Sedona, the curls
In stones that predated the ape.
The redness like bricks in that pic:
Your house in Virginia—I loved
That first home because it was yours.
And after that things got much worse
For you and for us—though I loved
The sanity felt with you—still
There—even though cliffs are a plunge,
No longer a sentinel-call
To make this thing love—to define
It carnally after the minds
Have joined and not prior. It meant—
I don't know what it meant for you—
It's the only memory that mattered to me.
"When Anita Hill accused Clarence Thomas of sexual harassment during his explosive 1991 Supreme Court confirmation hearing, Thomas vehemently denied the allegations and his handlers cited his steady relationship with another woman in an effort to deflect Hill's allegations.
Lillian McEwen was that woman. "
—Michael A. Fletcher, Washington Post Staff Writer, Friday, October 22, 2010
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/10/21/AR2010102106645.html
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You said you could live in my mind;
A house I would share with you—both
Our properties joined with a door:
Unlocked, then unhinged and removed.
I walk to my office and sit:
My swiveling chair and my files
Surround me. The cabinet drawer
Is dented—my knuckles have scars.
I open it—look, there's the snap
You took in Sedona, the curls
In stones that predated the ape.
The redness like bricks in that pic:
Your house in Virginia—I loved
That first home because it was yours.
And after that things got much worse
For you and for us—though I loved
The sanity felt with you—still
There—even though cliffs are a plunge,
No longer a sentinel-call
To make this thing love—to define
It carnally after the minds
Have joined and not prior. It meant—
I don't know what it meant for you—
It's the only memory that mattered to me.
"When Anita Hill accused Clarence Thomas of sexual harassment during his explosive 1991 Supreme Court confirmation hearing, Thomas vehemently denied the allegations and his handlers cited his steady relationship with another woman in an effort to deflect Hill's allegations.
Lillian McEwen was that woman. "
—Michael A. Fletcher, Washington Post Staff Writer, Friday, October 22, 2010
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/10/21/AR2010102106645.html
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Hey Followers! Raid on the Mayans! RT This! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 21, 2010]
Hey Followers! Raid on the Mayans! RT This! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 21, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
hey!! followers!!
Watch out!! the mayans are out tonight
with blow dart GUNS!
We cannot be saved until
we have risen above all our enemies,
frenemies, Ma vision du couple and...
hey!! followers!!
Find friends and allies - and...know thine enemy.
The more you prep for opposition, the quicker you'll push thru.
ALL I GOTTA DO IS LIE
and i'll have all these followers, friends, allies and
henchmen. I rolled an 18 on my charisma,
rolled an 18 on my gun snipe,
and My henchmen conquistadors rolled a natural 20
for their genocide check...
now the mayans are Best frenemies with benefits,
real estate and all the rest for the sake of my benefit
for the sake of my love
and for the sake of my benefit!!
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hey!! followers!!
Watch out!! the mayans are out tonight
with blow dart GUNS!
We cannot be saved until
we have risen above all our enemies,
frenemies, Ma vision du couple and...
hey!! followers!!
Find friends and allies - and...know thine enemy.
The more you prep for opposition, the quicker you'll push thru.
ALL I GOTTA DO IS LIE
and i'll have all these followers, friends, allies and
henchmen. I rolled an 18 on my charisma,
rolled an 18 on my gun snipe,
and My henchmen conquistadors rolled a natural 20
for their genocide check...
now the mayans are Best frenemies with benefits,
real estate and all the rest for the sake of my benefit
for the sake of my love
and for the sake of my benefit!!
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Toylit Q1/Q2 2010 Report: Six Months of Gestation... FINISHED & ON SALE NOW!
Selected News Poems from Jan 22, 2010 through July 22, 2010. 119 pages w/ 110 poems. http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/toylit-q1q2-2010-report-six-months-of-gestation/9547765
Rutherford Toady did the artwork and it's pretty damned good. Don't believe me? Here's the cover:
I edited most of the poems: sometimes they needed punctuation changes, sometimes the final couplet was terrible--but of course sometimes the poems came out perfectly and needed no revision. 110 poems at $19.95 costs you about $.18 a poem; cheaper than the newspaper and more durable too (both in content and in format). This book represents a cumulative effort of approximately 600 hours and I'm pleased with the result. If you enjoy All the News in Witty Print (or All the News That's Shit; In Print), please buy a copy.
Also, let me know if you want to review it.
Thanks for reading,
-KW
ps: Sorry folks, no #twitterfoundpoems in this edition.
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Rutherford Toady did the artwork and it's pretty damned good. Don't believe me? Here's the cover:
I edited most of the poems: sometimes they needed punctuation changes, sometimes the final couplet was terrible--but of course sometimes the poems came out perfectly and needed no revision. 110 poems at $19.95 costs you about $.18 a poem; cheaper than the newspaper and more durable too (both in content and in format). This book represents a cumulative effort of approximately 600 hours and I'm pleased with the result. If you enjoy All the News in Witty Print (or All the News That's Shit; In Print), please buy a copy.
Also, let me know if you want to review it.
Thanks for reading,
-KW
ps: Sorry folks, no #twitterfoundpoems in this edition.
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Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Virginia Thomas's Damned Spot [Today's News Poem, October 20, 2010]
Virginia Thomas's Damned Spot [Today's News Poem, October 20, 2010]
Though truth can be smothered, it's always uncovered.
Facts are just residue; sticky opinions
That decompose slowly, before they are wholly
Liquified; proof disappears with the witness.
The body loves twitching; so free of the itching
Life tends command, it is free to be rigid;
To burn up the lipids; to pulse with insipid
Fury, then slacking forever—then rotting.
The scent is much shriller (of course) for the killer;
Spoiling her evening, her marriage to status;
Her trips to salons where it stinks up her hair—
Rotting at breakfast, at dinner and bedtime.
""Good morning Anita Hill, it's Ginni Thomas," said the message left this month, according to a transcript provided by ABC News. "I just want to reach across the airwaves and the years and ask you to consider something. I would love you to consider an apology sometimes and some full explanation of why you did what you did with my husband."... But Lillian McEwen, a former Senate Judiciary Committee lawyer who said she dated Clarence Thomas from 1979 through the mid-1980s, told The Washington Post in an interview that Hill's long-ago description of Thomas's behavior resonated with her. "
—Michael A. Fletcher, Washington Post Staff Writer, Wednesday, October 20, 2010; 10:19 AM
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/10/19/AR2010101907062.html
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Though truth can be smothered, it's always uncovered.
Facts are just residue; sticky opinions
That decompose slowly, before they are wholly
Liquified; proof disappears with the witness.
The body loves twitching; so free of the itching
Life tends command, it is free to be rigid;
To burn up the lipids; to pulse with insipid
Fury, then slacking forever—then rotting.
The scent is much shriller (of course) for the killer;
Spoiling her evening, her marriage to status;
Her trips to salons where it stinks up her hair—
Rotting at breakfast, at dinner and bedtime.
""Good morning Anita Hill, it's Ginni Thomas," said the message left this month, according to a transcript provided by ABC News. "I just want to reach across the airwaves and the years and ask you to consider something. I would love you to consider an apology sometimes and some full explanation of why you did what you did with my husband."... But Lillian McEwen, a former Senate Judiciary Committee lawyer who said she dated Clarence Thomas from 1979 through the mid-1980s, told The Washington Post in an interview that Hill's long-ago description of Thomas's behavior resonated with her. "
—Michael A. Fletcher, Washington Post Staff Writer, Wednesday, October 20, 2010; 10:19 AM
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/10/19/AR2010101907062.html
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Talon Bout in Class [#twitterfoundpoem, October 20, 2010]
Talon Bout in Class [#twitterfoundpoem, October 20, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Why we talon bout death in class?
Almost 3:30 and feelin good,
juat wanna get fucked up: drinkin, burning..
first class all the way!
whatchu goin do When death-o-mania
comes for you by predator missile,
When you lose the last pride left in you
in a talon bout, in class, While Swords,
talon, predator, your teacher, and your class
are laughing at you?!
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Why we talon bout death in class?
Almost 3:30 and feelin good,
juat wanna get fucked up: drinkin, burning..
first class all the way!
whatchu goin do When death-o-mania
comes for you by predator missile,
When you lose the last pride left in you
in a talon bout, in class, While Swords,
talon, predator, your teacher, and your class
are laughing at you?!
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Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Optical Illusion [Today's News Poem, October 19, 2010]
Optical Illusion [Today's News Poem, October 19, 2010]
A mobile of airplanes
Projected a shadow
To prove that one's vision
Is fooled with some floodlights.
I gazed at the pattern,
Ignoring exhibits
Of physics in motion.
The cars were just dullards;
The airplanes, just metal.
The phone for the grown-ups,
Arranging and chatting.
Though fearsome, they groveled
While talking to someone:
An expletive, whispered.
Receivers in darkness.
Maturity seemed to
Be horror that ought not
Be spoken; a terror
Of duties to voices
That call in the evening;
The voice of possession.
I'm owned by an owner
Who's owned by an owner—
And sugar is meted
So carefully one must
Be certain that nothing
Is spilled, or we'll crawl on
Our knees to recover
Our losses and longings.
If pleasure's forsaken,
Then whimsy will vanish,
And cars will be autos—
Illusions, just shadows.
"The tugboats are moving, the dredges are working, and today Exploratorium officials will host a groundbreaking ceremony on a $300 million project that will transform two huge piers on the Embarcadero into a new home for the hands-on science museum."
—David Perlman, Chronicle Science Editor, Tuesday, October 19, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/10/18/MN941FS8PI.DTL
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A mobile of airplanes
Projected a shadow
To prove that one's vision
Is fooled with some floodlights.
I gazed at the pattern,
Ignoring exhibits
Of physics in motion.
The cars were just dullards;
The airplanes, just metal.
The phone for the grown-ups,
Arranging and chatting.
Though fearsome, they groveled
While talking to someone:
An expletive, whispered.
Receivers in darkness.
Maturity seemed to
Be horror that ought not
Be spoken; a terror
Of duties to voices
That call in the evening;
The voice of possession.
I'm owned by an owner
Who's owned by an owner—
And sugar is meted
So carefully one must
Be certain that nothing
Is spilled, or we'll crawl on
Our knees to recover
Our losses and longings.
If pleasure's forsaken,
Then whimsy will vanish,
And cars will be autos—
Illusions, just shadows.
"The tugboats are moving, the dredges are working, and today Exploratorium officials will host a groundbreaking ceremony on a $300 million project that will transform two huge piers on the Embarcadero into a new home for the hands-on science museum."
—David Perlman, Chronicle Science Editor, Tuesday, October 19, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/10/18/MN941FS8PI.DTL
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Until Darkness Can't Even Imagine Darkness [#twitterfoundpoem, October 19, 2010]
Until Darkness Can't Even Imagine Darkness [#twitterfoundpoem, October 19, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
We must combine the toughness of the serpent
and the softness of the dick on a Tuesday afternoon.
We must look at the bright side until the darkness
can't even imagine darkness. We must continually
attend to our dick, whether Male or female,
let's get that clear. a tough mind and a tender heart
are delicious delicacies, and Besides
Times have changed mom: I must continually
attend to dick. since you've slept in the disturbing softness
of someone's penis salute, you know I must do it!
Your kids should always come first before the club
on a Tuesday afternoon , and you know I must do it!
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We must combine the toughness of the serpent
and the softness of the dick on a Tuesday afternoon.
We must look at the bright side until the darkness
can't even imagine darkness. We must continually
attend to our dick, whether Male or female,
let's get that clear. a tough mind and a tender heart
are delicious delicacies, and Besides
Times have changed mom: I must continually
attend to dick. since you've slept in the disturbing softness
of someone's penis salute, you know I must do it!
Your kids should always come first before the club
on a Tuesday afternoon , and you know I must do it!
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Monday, October 18, 2010
KNOW YOUR ENEMY!!! (Triumph of the Human Spirit)
Trees are masters of photosynthesis and get stronger in the light. As you can see at this rally, their leader has gotten powerful enough to wield a microphone.
The enemy has already mobilized its armies!
Our forces are outnumbered...
But with perseverance, we will triumph.
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The Faces of the Vegan Conspiracy
They claim to come in peace.
But you are placing your life in their hands.
And your DEATH is on their menu.
Reconsider that burger. I'm sure the cow deserved it.
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Nine to Five Thespian [Today's News Poem, October 18, 2010]
Nine to Five Thespian [Today's News Poem, October 18, 2010]
Images slicker than real-time flickers:
Dressed with refinement, a bow-tie assignment
Flying Mirages through the war zone barrages,
Landing with impact—his hair-piece intact—
Chick on his weenie; a pistol, martini
Clutched in his hands, as he battles through sand...
Fantasy works through the fancy of clerks
Gazing at clocks, 'till redemption from hock
Rescues the grinner, gritting for dinner.
"Two women postal workers were fatally shot Monday morning in a post office in Henning, Tennessee, about 50 miles northeast of Memphis, police said. "
— CNN Wire Staff, October 18, 2010 3:14 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/10/18/tennessee.postal.deaths/
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Images slicker than real-time flickers:
Dressed with refinement, a bow-tie assignment
Flying Mirages through the war zone barrages,
Landing with impact—his hair-piece intact—
Chick on his weenie; a pistol, martini
Clutched in his hands, as he battles through sand...
Fantasy works through the fancy of clerks
Gazing at clocks, 'till redemption from hock
Rescues the grinner, gritting for dinner.
"Two women postal workers were fatally shot Monday morning in a post office in Henning, Tennessee, about 50 miles northeast of Memphis, police said. "
— CNN Wire Staff, October 18, 2010 3:14 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/CRIME/10/18/tennessee.postal.deaths/
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Major Clowning Around [#twitterfoundpoem, October 18, 2010]
Major Clowning Around [#twitterfoundpoem, October 18, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
I hit bottom. no mistake.
me: major clown.
They say no more clowning around for me.
what a drag.
I miss all the little things...
the rockets red glare
at the circus,
the bombs bursting in air
at the "Dark Carnival..."
I miss all the little things.
I'm just a major redheaded clown
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
what a major drag.
Someone told me, to live is to die.
I never thought it would come to this:
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
no more major clowning around for me.
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I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
I hit bottom. no mistake.
me: major clown.
They say no more clowning around for me.
what a drag.
I miss all the little things...
the rockets red glare
at the circus,
the bombs bursting in air
at the "Dark Carnival..."
I miss all the little things.
I'm just a major redheaded clown
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
I fell in a jar and hit bottom
somewhat hard.
what a major drag.
Someone told me, to live is to die.
I never thought it would come to this:
In Search Of An Exit,
In Search Of my fighter jet...
In Search Of Cocaine!
no more major clowning around for me.
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Sunday, October 17, 2010
The Valuable Breakers [Today's News Poem, October 17, 2010]
The Valuable Breakers [Today's News Poem, October 17, 2010]
I looked for the valuables.
Swept up my mother's house.
Did all her dishes.
Picked up my nieces:
We drove to the ocean.
We walked on the sand
And I picked out a pebble
Of jadeite: all slick from the water.
It glistened. Yet both of them
Managed to share it;
Each one surrounding
Its smoothness with knuckles;
Before they had slipped it in pocket
And looked for another;
While I combed the breakers
For mussels and maybe an oyster—
Who knows? Sometimes the world is generous.
"The U.S. dollar is likely to remain weighed down this week by mounting expectations that the Federal Reserve will adopt new stimulus measures, and the pressures on the greenback are unlikely to ease until more details of the Fed's plans are known."
—KAREN JOHNSON And ROBERT FLINT, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 18, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554592862103802.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
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I looked for the valuables.
Swept up my mother's house.
Did all her dishes.
Picked up my nieces:
We drove to the ocean.
We walked on the sand
And I picked out a pebble
Of jadeite: all slick from the water.
It glistened. Yet both of them
Managed to share it;
Each one surrounding
Its smoothness with knuckles;
Before they had slipped it in pocket
And looked for another;
While I combed the breakers
For mussels and maybe an oyster—
Who knows? Sometimes the world is generous.
"The U.S. dollar is likely to remain weighed down this week by mounting expectations that the Federal Reserve will adopt new stimulus measures, and the pressures on the greenback are unlikely to ease until more details of the Fed's plans are known."
—KAREN JOHNSON And ROBERT FLINT, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 18, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554592862103802.html?mod=googlenews_wsj
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Deleted in the Street [#twitterfoundpoem, October 17, 2010]
Deleted in the Street [#twitterfoundpoem, October 17, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
stashed in mom's attic
dashed, with Another leap of faith
smashed in a Superman suit
dashed out mom's attic.
crashed onto the sidewalk. Deleted it.
flashed the axe at the scary guy
SLASHED PRICES at FINAL SALE CLEARANCE
Superman Boy smashed up,
Deleted in the street.
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stashed in mom's attic
dashed, with Another leap of faith
smashed in a Superman suit
dashed out mom's attic.
crashed onto the sidewalk. Deleted it.
flashed the axe at the scary guy
SLASHED PRICES at FINAL SALE CLEARANCE
Superman Boy smashed up,
Deleted in the street.
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Saturday, October 16, 2010
Retire on Bycatch [Todays's News Poem, October 16, 2010]
Retire on Bycatch [Todays's News Poem, October 16, 2010]
Rescue your credit and salvage the debits.
Appreciate surplus and transfer your best rates,
Best days—whatever it takes to obstruct and belay
Your ruinous dotage, so stay firm and don't edge
Off of a precipice, think of that late grace:
Your schooner set sail on some wetness in our pails.
Lapping elixirs of dolphins—those tricksters
You've lapped, but who escort the one who lays traps:
Pitting the planet against a new fish net
Discretionless rations surpassing greed's passions,
Feeding at bottom. The last fish? We caught them.
"Just as inflation scarred a generation of Americans, deflation has left a deep imprint on the Japanese, breeding generational tensions and a culture of pessimism, fatalism and reduced expectations. While Japan remains in many ways a prosperous society, it faces an increasingly grim situation, particularly outside the relative economic vibrancy of Tokyo, and its situation provides a possible glimpse into the future for the United States and Europe, should the most dire forecasts come to pass."
—MARTIN FACKLER, The New York Times, Published: October 16, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/17/world/asia/17japan.html
"Fishermen argue that the limits on some species are set too low and could devastate their industry. Under the rules, if fishermen exceed their limits for some species, they must stop fishing other species in the same group -- an attempt to protect overfished stocks from being pulled up as bycatch."
—ALLISON WINTER of Greenwire, The New York Times, Published: October 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/gwire/2010/10/15/15greenwire-obama-admin-shows-willingness-to-relax-fisheri-71389.html
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Rescue your credit and salvage the debits.
Appreciate surplus and transfer your best rates,
Best days—whatever it takes to obstruct and belay
Your ruinous dotage, so stay firm and don't edge
Off of a precipice, think of that late grace:
Your schooner set sail on some wetness in our pails.
Lapping elixirs of dolphins—those tricksters
You've lapped, but who escort the one who lays traps:
Pitting the planet against a new fish net
Discretionless rations surpassing greed's passions,
Feeding at bottom. The last fish? We caught them.
"Just as inflation scarred a generation of Americans, deflation has left a deep imprint on the Japanese, breeding generational tensions and a culture of pessimism, fatalism and reduced expectations. While Japan remains in many ways a prosperous society, it faces an increasingly grim situation, particularly outside the relative economic vibrancy of Tokyo, and its situation provides a possible glimpse into the future for the United States and Europe, should the most dire forecasts come to pass."
—MARTIN FACKLER, The New York Times, Published: October 16, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/17/world/asia/17japan.html
"Fishermen argue that the limits on some species are set too low and could devastate their industry. Under the rules, if fishermen exceed their limits for some species, they must stop fishing other species in the same group -- an attempt to protect overfished stocks from being pulled up as bycatch."
—ALLISON WINTER of Greenwire, The New York Times, Published: October 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/gwire/2010/10/15/15greenwire-obama-admin-shows-willingness-to-relax-fisheri-71389.html
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Hey! Whirled War Free! Shiv Pleas With Shanks! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 16, 2010]
Hey! Whirled War Free! Shiv Pleas With Shanks! [#twitterfoundpoem, October 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
He who has overcome
his fears will truly be Whirled War free.
imagine Whirled pleas:
shiv pleas with shanks.
hahahahaha. keep an eye opened for them.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world
eye eye! with more blinding opportunities,
so shiv pleas with shanks!
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He who has overcome
his fears will truly be Whirled War free.
imagine Whirled pleas:
shiv pleas with shanks.
hahahahaha. keep an eye opened for them.
An eye for an eye makes the whole world
eye eye! with more blinding opportunities,
so shiv pleas with shanks!
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Steppenmancer [CombatWords Story, October 15, 2010: Satire] Revised
Steppenmancer [CombatWords Story, October 15, 2010: Satire] Revised Oct 16, 2010
A bundle of haywire nerves twitching, Ant flicked his his AR (short for Augmented Reality) shades off his face and surveyed the howling neon street. It looked just like that Macy's Thanksgiving Parade with all that rainbow colored trash blowing in the 'roid rage wind. The last time he had seen a rainbow was in two thousand and three, but that didn't bother Ant. To him, the world had looked dead for a long time.
He was going to be late. Ant pumped his legs past a nodding red doorman with plastic eyes. A parked corvette told Ant to "BACK OFF! THIS CAR IS PROTECTED BY VENOM!" A clean-shaven Caucasian with an erection touched Ant's forearm and directed his attention to The Golden Phallus. For these occasions, Ant carried an aerosol spray can filled with LSD: a pressurized jet blinded the man. Ant ran across the street as the light changed. The sidewalk wobbled and Ant almost lost his footing, but over the years he had developed a tolerance for the drug.
While sprinting across Union Square, Ant put his AR mirror-shades back on: it was almost time. He emptied his spray can into the crowd while his AR shades commented on the scene. The drug dealer doing handstands on his Segway (Calvert Jackson: Age 22; last known address...); a crystal prostitute with abcesses on her arms (Monika Spektor, Age 19; Amber alert in 2007...), he walked next to the podium and smiled at The Candidate's ex-Spec Ops bodyguard. As Ant's thumb depressed the detonator, he thought of all the heroes to come. After the revolution, they will dismantle the bombs. Just think: if one man can kill The Candidate, imagine what will happen when the whole world goes Anarchist.
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A bundle of haywire nerves twitching, Ant flicked his his AR (short for Augmented Reality) shades off his face and surveyed the howling neon street. It looked just like that Macy's Thanksgiving Parade with all that rainbow colored trash blowing in the 'roid rage wind. The last time he had seen a rainbow was in two thousand and three, but that didn't bother Ant. To him, the world had looked dead for a long time.
He was going to be late. Ant pumped his legs past a nodding red doorman with plastic eyes. A parked corvette told Ant to "BACK OFF! THIS CAR IS PROTECTED BY VENOM!" A clean-shaven Caucasian with an erection touched Ant's forearm and directed his attention to The Golden Phallus. For these occasions, Ant carried an aerosol spray can filled with LSD: a pressurized jet blinded the man. Ant ran across the street as the light changed. The sidewalk wobbled and Ant almost lost his footing, but over the years he had developed a tolerance for the drug.
While sprinting across Union Square, Ant put his AR mirror-shades back on: it was almost time. He emptied his spray can into the crowd while his AR shades commented on the scene. The drug dealer doing handstands on his Segway (Calvert Jackson: Age 22; last known address...); a crystal prostitute with abcesses on her arms (Monika Spektor, Age 19; Amber alert in 2007...), he walked next to the podium and smiled at The Candidate's ex-Spec Ops bodyguard. As Ant's thumb depressed the detonator, he thought of all the heroes to come. After the revolution, they will dismantle the bombs. Just think: if one man can kill The Candidate, imagine what will happen when the whole world goes Anarchist.
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Friday, October 15, 2010
The Wissenschaft of Pleasure [Today's News Poem, October 15, 2010]
The Wissenschaft of Pleasure [Today's News Poem, October 15, 2010]
Limousines, caviar, aspirin, vomit on sheets—
The spats smell like whiskey; the mustache, like hookers.
Pinching the needles of glass from the places that stab
The cornea, ventricle, heel... all those slivers
Chide him, reward him by loosing. Relieved of their heat,
He rolls from the bed to his knees for the tumbler—
Empty! He glares at the hobo, an expert in face:
A halo of stubble surrounding his grimace,
Alcohol drool on a rented tuxedo; and gone—
All of it's gone, so he licks what he can off a mirror:
Violence, pleasure, recovery—limitless indulgence.
"On Friday, the U.S. Treasury took a soft line with Beijing—for the moment—by delaying the release of a report on whether China and other nations "manipulate" their currencies. The Treasury said the yuan has climbed more than 1% a month since Sept. 2, a pace that "if sustained...would help correct" what the U.S. considers an undervalued currency. Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner has talked approvingly of the 20% appreciation of the yuan between 2006-08, and has indicated that branding China a manipulator wouldn't accomplish anything. "
—BOB DAVIS and ELIZABETH WILLIAMSON, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 16, 2010 Edition
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554463131051340.html
http://twitter.com/toylitpaper/status/27488789375
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Limousines, caviar, aspirin, vomit on sheets—
The spats smell like whiskey; the mustache, like hookers.
Pinching the needles of glass from the places that stab
The cornea, ventricle, heel... all those slivers
Chide him, reward him by loosing. Relieved of their heat,
He rolls from the bed to his knees for the tumbler—
Empty! He glares at the hobo, an expert in face:
A halo of stubble surrounding his grimace,
Alcohol drool on a rented tuxedo; and gone—
All of it's gone, so he licks what he can off a mirror:
Violence, pleasure, recovery—limitless indulgence.
"On Friday, the U.S. Treasury took a soft line with Beijing—for the moment—by delaying the release of a report on whether China and other nations "manipulate" their currencies. The Treasury said the yuan has climbed more than 1% a month since Sept. 2, a pace that "if sustained...would help correct" what the U.S. considers an undervalued currency. Treasury Secretary Timothy Geithner has talked approvingly of the 20% appreciation of the yuan between 2006-08, and has indicated that branding China a manipulator wouldn't accomplish anything. "
—BOB DAVIS and ELIZABETH WILLIAMSON, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 16, 2010 Edition
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704049904575554463131051340.html
http://twitter.com/toylitpaper/status/27488789375
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Darkiness Falls and the Stars Arrive [#twitterfoundpoem, October 15, 2010]
Darkiness Falls and the Stars Arrive [#twitterfoundpoem, October 15, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I can't find anything
I'm looking for in cyberspace.....
The mind reels at the potentiality
in cyberspace.....
find Endless probabilities
of happiness.....
can't connect?!?! stupid internet is stupid.....
Except for Bert and Ernie,
how many ugly celebrities modify their assholes
with a stupid haircut?????
People used to say I looked
like the drummer from Green Day:
I was an ugly asshole with a stupid haircut.
Bert and Ernie kissing ugly assholes
[their ugly assholes] off camera. I'm looking
for anything in cyberspace.
The mind reels at the potentiality of Bert and Ernie,
the drummer from Green Day,
and ugly celebrities looking for happiness,
as darkiness falls, & stars arrive
on New Celeb-Tracking Site.
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I can't find anything
I'm looking for in cyberspace.....
The mind reels at the potentiality
in cyberspace.....
find Endless probabilities
of happiness.....
can't connect?!?! stupid internet is stupid.....
Except for Bert and Ernie,
how many ugly celebrities modify their assholes
with a stupid haircut?????
People used to say I looked
like the drummer from Green Day:
I was an ugly asshole with a stupid haircut.
Bert and Ernie kissing ugly assholes
[their ugly assholes] off camera. I'm looking
for anything in cyberspace.
The mind reels at the potentiality of Bert and Ernie,
the drummer from Green Day,
and ugly celebrities looking for happiness,
as darkiness falls, & stars arrive
on New Celeb-Tracking Site.
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Thursday, October 14, 2010
Strike Your Convenience [Today's News Poem, October 14, 2010]
Strike Your Convenience [Today's News Poem, October 14, 2010]
If first you don't trust it in windows on buses,
Try for the headlights—it's easier that way.
And glance, if you can, at the moon in your glasses:
Everything takes just a second, Your Honor.
Proper reflection possesses the properties
Of absolute gazes in infinite spaces.
Eyesight's returning, if ever it left you;
And brings you the halogens, flames—as you like it.
Remnants of stardust? That's corny, instead just
Think of the first time you stole. Yes. For everyone
Is certain a looter preceded them; breaking,
Stealing the best bits—so grab absolutely,
And slither through crowds; and yes, strike your convenience.
Bite and be bitten; go see and be sighted,
Ride and be ridden—bleed and be bled upon.
"The Pakistani police arrested a group accused of plotting to kill the prime minister and several senior government figures, security officials said Thursday. "
-- REUTERS, October 14, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/15/world/asia/15briefs-Pakistan.html?ref=world
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If first you don't trust it in windows on buses,
Try for the headlights—it's easier that way.
And glance, if you can, at the moon in your glasses:
Everything takes just a second, Your Honor.
Proper reflection possesses the properties
Of absolute gazes in infinite spaces.
Eyesight's returning, if ever it left you;
And brings you the halogens, flames—as you like it.
Remnants of stardust? That's corny, instead just
Think of the first time you stole. Yes. For everyone
Is certain a looter preceded them; breaking,
Stealing the best bits—so grab absolutely,
And slither through crowds; and yes, strike your convenience.
Bite and be bitten; go see and be sighted,
Ride and be ridden—bleed and be bled upon.
"The Pakistani police arrested a group accused of plotting to kill the prime minister and several senior government figures, security officials said Thursday. "
-- REUTERS, October 14, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/15/world/asia/15briefs-Pakistan.html?ref=world
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Time to Face Extinction [#twitterfoundpoem, October 14, 2010]
Time to Face Extinction [#twitterfoundpoem, October 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Worried about larvae brain injury....
Wat ever happend to the brain?
I lived on the planet Earth since birth,
And looks compensate for dumbass brains.
brains face extinction.
Instead of brains we look to face
two faces. according to respected microbiologists who eradicated
stupidity, all of human life faces
two faces: a dumbass face for brains,
f*cked up shit for brains....
And a face that looks just like a face:
Do you mind?
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Worried about larvae brain injury....
Wat ever happend to the brain?
I lived on the planet Earth since birth,
And looks compensate for dumbass brains.
brains face extinction.
Instead of brains we look to face
two faces. according to respected microbiologists who eradicated
stupidity, all of human life faces
two faces: a dumbass face for brains,
f*cked up shit for brains....
And a face that looks just like a face:
Do you mind?
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Wednesday, October 13, 2010
PS Read: Chicken, Hypocrite & According to His Logic, Bigot Extraordinaire: Oct 13, 2010
Re: http://swiftread.blogspot.com/2010/10/democrat-cyber-stealth-revealed-neal.html
1) Not a swift read.
2) Are you going to produce correspondence, tax information, filing information or some other piece of information to corroborate your account that Rauhauser instigated these supposed attacks? Or are you so lacking in basic analytic skills that you think correlation is causation?
3) "the coordinating affront is an organization hired by National Candidates," (I think you meant 'front,' but English doesn't seem to be your strong suit)(maybe you meant 'coordinATED'?)is a rather strong claim to make. Are you also claiming that anyone who shares in a like speech message on a like venue on the internet is necessarily aligned? That rather undermines the position of Tea Party Activists who claim that the bigots are not representative of the movement. So which is it?
I eagerly await your response and hope you aren't a Stalinist like Greg W Howard, who solicits comments, but then violates his own stated terms of use--thus creating a 'Potemkin Comments Section.' As a precaution, I'm archiving this post, just in case you are as much of a Stalinist as I think you are.
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1) Not a swift read.
2) Are you going to produce correspondence, tax information, filing information or some other piece of information to corroborate your account that Rauhauser instigated these supposed attacks? Or are you so lacking in basic analytic skills that you think correlation is causation?
3) "the coordinating affront is an organization hired by National Candidates," (I think you meant 'front,' but English doesn't seem to be your strong suit)(maybe you meant 'coordinATED'?)is a rather strong claim to make. Are you also claiming that anyone who shares in a like speech message on a like venue on the internet is necessarily aligned? That rather undermines the position of Tea Party Activists who claim that the bigots are not representative of the movement. So which is it?
I eagerly await your response and hope you aren't a Stalinist like Greg W Howard, who solicits comments, but then violates his own stated terms of use--thus creating a 'Potemkin Comments Section.' As a precaution, I'm archiving this post, just in case you are as much of a Stalinist as I think you are.
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Greg W Howard: Professional Chicken Hiding in a Potemkin Coop
Re: http://gregwhoward.com/wordpress/2010/10/its-all-just-a-joke-yeah-right
Is that a bull or an ox in your picture? Your tone switched from swagger to emasculated. To me, it sounds like your wit was lacking, so to save face you're going to claim it's a liberal conspiracy when a little tweeter gets mocked by other little tweeters.
I posit that you know that you were the target of satire. But like everything, you hope to convert it into a) a means to draw attention to yourself & b) a political opportunity.
These are the tactics of the intellectually bankrupt. You are probably going to delete this comment too, just because you're afraid of speech.
And if you drew internet lunatics to you, so much the better. You yell so loudly into the internet, you're surprised someone heard you? Personally, I think those who made those threats are stupid nuts. For that reason, I find it interesting how you #tcot freaks are so unwilling to distance yourselves from your nuttier comrades. But you did shout into the ether. I'm not saying you deserved these threats, but surely you knew that your belligerent tone (on twitter at least) was going to be an attractive nuisance. And if you didn't, then why should anyone take your complaint seriously (I'm not talking legal matters, merely in terms of audience sympathy)? If you approach your bile half-heartedly, why shouldn't I expect your outrage to be similar?
ps: You star in a #twitterfoundpoem
pps: If you delete this message, I will post it on my site, link it on twitter, facebook & basically evade your censorship efforts. I despise those who pretend to solicit comments, but then delete them. Only Stalinists want to build Potemkin villages.
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The #twitterfoundpoem in question: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/greek-chorus-of-beandogs-casts-judgment.html
And as a follow-up: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot-bean-injection-twitterfoundpoem.html
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Is that a bull or an ox in your picture? Your tone switched from swagger to emasculated. To me, it sounds like your wit was lacking, so to save face you're going to claim it's a liberal conspiracy when a little tweeter gets mocked by other little tweeters.
I posit that you know that you were the target of satire. But like everything, you hope to convert it into a) a means to draw attention to yourself & b) a political opportunity.
These are the tactics of the intellectually bankrupt. You are probably going to delete this comment too, just because you're afraid of speech.
And if you drew internet lunatics to you, so much the better. You yell so loudly into the internet, you're surprised someone heard you? Personally, I think those who made those threats are stupid nuts. For that reason, I find it interesting how you #tcot freaks are so unwilling to distance yourselves from your nuttier comrades. But you did shout into the ether. I'm not saying you deserved these threats, but surely you knew that your belligerent tone (on twitter at least) was going to be an attractive nuisance. And if you didn't, then why should anyone take your complaint seriously (I'm not talking legal matters, merely in terms of audience sympathy)? If you approach your bile half-heartedly, why shouldn't I expect your outrage to be similar?
ps: You star in a #twitterfoundpoem
pps: If you delete this message, I will post it on my site, link it on twitter, facebook & basically evade your censorship efforts. I despise those who pretend to solicit comments, but then delete them. Only Stalinists want to build Potemkin villages.
--
The #twitterfoundpoem in question: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/greek-chorus-of-beandogs-casts-judgment.html
And as a follow-up: http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/10/hot-bean-injection-twitterfoundpoem.html
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It's Personnel [Today's News Poem, October 13, 2010]
It's Personnel [Today's News Poem, October 13, 2010]
Personnel is personless,
Purseful and purposeless—
And never personal. It never
Was about you. Disappear,
Dissipate—manifest
Yourself as stitches or suturing...
You: persona mannequin,
Voodoo of nervousness:
Unspool a while. If the tethering
Is what's burning pockets then
Tighten your money-belt.
Remember: nothing is personal.
"Coming into their final debate of the California governor's race, Democrat Jerry Brown and Republican Meg Whitman had a chance to persuade a statewide audience they could turn around the economically troubled state. Instead, their third face-to-face exchange resorted to many of the personal attacks that have dominated the last few weeks of the campaign."
— Samantha Young, AP, 50 minutes ago as of 1:05am PST, 10/13/2010
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39642937/ns/politics/
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Personnel is personless,
Purseful and purposeless—
And never personal. It never
Was about you. Disappear,
Dissipate—manifest
Yourself as stitches or suturing...
You: persona mannequin,
Voodoo of nervousness:
Unspool a while. If the tethering
Is what's burning pockets then
Tighten your money-belt.
Remember: nothing is personal.
"Coming into their final debate of the California governor's race, Democrat Jerry Brown and Republican Meg Whitman had a chance to persuade a statewide audience they could turn around the economically troubled state. Instead, their third face-to-face exchange resorted to many of the personal attacks that have dominated the last few weeks of the campaign."
— Samantha Young, AP, 50 minutes ago as of 1:05am PST, 10/13/2010
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/39642937/ns/politics/
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Remember the Shadow [#twitterfoundpoem, October 13, 2010]
Remember the Shadow [#twitterfoundpoem, October 13, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I need to get some halloween things for my house
and i forgot to make the shadow
that Samhain taught me last friday?
NOOOOOOoooooo....
i think i'll be ok
but how can i fight competing unicorn-lovers,
when i forgot Supernatural Knowledge?
I admit I thought halloween was going to be Wednesday, October 13
like a palindrome.
I don't want to have to fight the Lords of Shadows, Samhain,
a hunchback, and This new Priest.
I need to get some halloween things for my Afro Celt Sound System house,
some magic mushrooms, and figure out
how to make the shadow!
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I need to get some halloween things for my house
and i forgot to make the shadow
that Samhain taught me last friday?
NOOOOOOoooooo....
i think i'll be ok
but how can i fight competing unicorn-lovers,
when i forgot Supernatural Knowledge?
I admit I thought halloween was going to be Wednesday, October 13
like a palindrome.
I don't want to have to fight the Lords of Shadows, Samhain,
a hunchback, and This new Priest.
I need to get some halloween things for my Afro Celt Sound System house,
some magic mushrooms, and figure out
how to make the shadow!
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