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Saturday, November 06, 2010
The Toylit Q1/Q2 2010 Report Is Now On Sale As An E-Book
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Burnt Offerings At The Improvised Temple Mount [Today's News Poem, November 6, 2010]
Burnt Offerings At The Improvised Temple Mount [Today's News Poem, November 6, 2010]
Inscribe a message for yourself
And beggar neighbor as thyself.
Uncertainty's a chalice filled
With paper—burn it. Offer ash,
Your faith, to equilibrium.
For fire is never far from fashion,
And streets can stage revival shows.
While glass can hold a liquid, shards
Are likelier with cans ablaze:
It's broken, still, it holds a shape
Of use upon this temple mound.
"Ben S. Bernanke, the Federal Reserve chairman, continued on Saturday to rebut critics who feared the central bank’s latest bid to stimulate the economy could trigger dangerous inflation down the line and antagonize other countries by weakening the dollar."
—SEWELL CHAN, The New York Times, Published: November 6, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/07/business/economy/07fed.htm
"Looking out her front window in a usually quiet residential neighborhood in this city, Deanna Goldstein's knees began to shake. More than 100 protesters were hemmed in by police in riot gear. A trash can was blazing on the street. "I came home early from downtown to get away from the craziness, but the craziness came to me," she said."
—Associated Press, 2 hours ago, as of 1:10pm PST, 11/6/2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5he91v4QhLUNNA1JbUoqR-QaTdsDw?docId=5771d280dc464bee8dc899d6344a40d9
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Inscribe a message for yourself
And beggar neighbor as thyself.
Uncertainty's a chalice filled
With paper—burn it. Offer ash,
Your faith, to equilibrium.
For fire is never far from fashion,
And streets can stage revival shows.
While glass can hold a liquid, shards
Are likelier with cans ablaze:
It's broken, still, it holds a shape
Of use upon this temple mound.
"Ben S. Bernanke, the Federal Reserve chairman, continued on Saturday to rebut critics who feared the central bank’s latest bid to stimulate the economy could trigger dangerous inflation down the line and antagonize other countries by weakening the dollar."
—SEWELL CHAN, The New York Times, Published: November 6, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/11/07/business/economy/07fed.htm
"Looking out her front window in a usually quiet residential neighborhood in this city, Deanna Goldstein's knees began to shake. More than 100 protesters were hemmed in by police in riot gear. A trash can was blazing on the street. "I came home early from downtown to get away from the craziness, but the craziness came to me," she said."
—Associated Press, 2 hours ago, as of 1:10pm PST, 11/6/2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5he91v4QhLUNNA1JbUoqR-QaTdsDw?docId=5771d280dc464bee8dc899d6344a40d9
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The Fantastic Mechanical Museum of Coin Operated Flesh [Bonus Poem From Archives]
The Fantastic Mechanical Museum of Coin Operated Flesh
I) Should the Predictions of Anti-Feces Futurists Come True
As goes feces, so too goes our species.
Pygmalion science, in defiance
Of evolution, makes the poop solution:
Decrease the torso; remove the guts. Ease
From reliance on old toilet contrivance:
We'll all shun that old anal pollution.
II) The Museum and the Moral Hazard of Cybernetics
Obsolete body parts made into art:
Electro-stim intestines take a swim
With electric eels: aquarium surreal.
See the spine in a cart! The anus that farts!
The prim with their hymns call it Satan's new whim—
A weak appeal, to new men, made of steel.
--
First appeared in Toylit #2, 2001
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I) Should the Predictions of Anti-Feces Futurists Come True
As goes feces, so too goes our species.
Pygmalion science, in defiance
Of evolution, makes the poop solution:
Decrease the torso; remove the guts. Ease
From reliance on old toilet contrivance:
We'll all shun that old anal pollution.
II) The Museum and the Moral Hazard of Cybernetics
Obsolete body parts made into art:
Electro-stim intestines take a swim
With electric eels: aquarium surreal.
See the spine in a cart! The anus that farts!
The prim with their hymns call it Satan's new whim—
A weak appeal, to new men, made of steel.
--
First appeared in Toylit #2, 2001
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Brain In A Vat In A Bed With You [#twitterfoundpoem, November 6, 2010]
Brain In A Vat In A Bed With You [#twitterfoundpoem, November 6, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I was in bed with you.
noticed your body,
me with my brains in a jar.
while the scent of your skin
seemed to be so sweet and unforgettable,
like some foreign flower.
im keeping my brains in a jar for you,
and You're welcome for everything you have done for you.
I want to throw up over the ramparts of bed,
and Just die and rot alone!
I've noticed my aging and noticed your face/body,
topless, it was just not the world brains referred me.
my brains in a jar with the scent of your skin
beside me, in bed. in dream, you emerged
from the ramparts of bed.
I too emerged from a bed to my childhood
bed Where I read and you emerged
in my bed like some foreign flower
before I SUBMERGE in to death
in my death bed of dream
Where I drown in a vat of my brains and dream
and rot alone!
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I was in bed with you.
noticed your body,
me with my brains in a jar.
while the scent of your skin
seemed to be so sweet and unforgettable,
like some foreign flower.
im keeping my brains in a jar for you,
and You're welcome for everything you have done for you.
I want to throw up over the ramparts of bed,
and Just die and rot alone!
I've noticed my aging and noticed your face/body,
topless, it was just not the world brains referred me.
my brains in a jar with the scent of your skin
beside me, in bed. in dream, you emerged
from the ramparts of bed.
I too emerged from a bed to my childhood
bed Where I read and you emerged
in my bed like some foreign flower
before I SUBMERGE in to death
in my death bed of dream
Where I drown in a vat of my brains and dream
and rot alone!
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Friday, November 05, 2010
Bonus Poem Challenge
It's simple: if a few of you 'demonstrate' interest in my sponsors then I'll post an old, unpublished poem. This is a daily offer, good for about a week or so, unless there's no interest--in which case you & I will just pretend it never happened.
As a side note, I'll try to get some electronic edition of the Q1/Q2 report ready to go in the next few days.
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Freestyle Time at CombatWords! November 5, 2010
http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2010/11/combatwords-november-5-2010-freestyle.html
BTW, the dude's totally not freestyling. He's looking up his notes.
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Forces of Nature [Today's News Poem, November 5, 2010]
Forces of Nature [Today's News Poem, November 5, 2010]
Ants can commune with the infants.
Crawling up bedposts to tickle
Toes kicked unswaddled, then nibble
Leftovers, lost in the panic.
Plumes in the air—who's astonished
Anymore? Flames seem triumphant,
Smoke seems the signal of kinship:
Lava the call, and flight the response.
"The death toll from Indonesia’s Mt. Merapi doubled Friday when rescue workers uncovered more than 50 victims who had succumbed to the latest blast of superheated gas from a fierce eruption that began late Thursday night. The eruption burned villages up to nine miles away from the volcano’s crater and forced authorities to widen the evacuation zone."
—Sara Schonhardt, Correspondent / November 5, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Asia-Pacific/2010/1105/New-Mt.-Merapi-eruption-in-Indonesia-raises-death-toll-into-triple-digits
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Ants can commune with the infants.
Crawling up bedposts to tickle
Toes kicked unswaddled, then nibble
Leftovers, lost in the panic.
Plumes in the air—who's astonished
Anymore? Flames seem triumphant,
Smoke seems the signal of kinship:
Lava the call, and flight the response.
"The death toll from Indonesia’s Mt. Merapi doubled Friday when rescue workers uncovered more than 50 victims who had succumbed to the latest blast of superheated gas from a fierce eruption that began late Thursday night. The eruption burned villages up to nine miles away from the volcano’s crater and forced authorities to widen the evacuation zone."
—Sara Schonhardt, Correspondent / November 5, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/Asia-Pacific/2010/1105/New-Mt.-Merapi-eruption-in-Indonesia-raises-death-toll-into-triple-digits
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Explaned Explosion [#twitterfoundpoem, November 5, 2010]
Explaned Explosion [#twitterfoundpoem, November 5, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
grenades and razor blades fall mainly on the plain.
the plane! the plane crashed mainly on the plain.
What's understood need not to be explained:
The plane developed engine trouble and exploded on impact.
The plane explaned beyond recognition!
explaned the speed of explosion:
a rain of plane falls mainly on the plain.
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grenades and razor blades fall mainly on the plain.
the plane! the plane crashed mainly on the plain.
What's understood need not to be explained:
The plane developed engine trouble and exploded on impact.
The plane explaned beyond recognition!
explaned the speed of explosion:
a rain of plane falls mainly on the plain.
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Thursday, November 04, 2010
Louis XVI Considers His Good Fortune [Today's News Poem, November 4, 2010]
Louis XVI Considers His Good Fortune [Today's News Poem, November 4, 2010]
Accustomed to excess refinement,
Pause and admire the consequence
Mirrored as portrait: the fortunate.
Versailles is the soul's own reflection:
Glory requires one's willfully
Ignorant, urgent, impulsive, harsh.
If not for one's urges and instincts,
Who would not lay down and perish?
Hunger and loneliness animate
And fear does the rest—and if not, then it's boredom.
"The organisers of Thursday’s anti-US demonstration, in their final declaration, said that Iran considers “America as the Great Satan and enemy number one.”"
—Telegraph.co.uk, 9:31AM GMT 04 Nov 2010
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/iran/8109535/Iran-stages-mass-protest-on-anniversary-of-US-embassy-capture.html
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Accustomed to excess refinement,
Pause and admire the consequence
Mirrored as portrait: the fortunate.
Versailles is the soul's own reflection:
Glory requires one's willfully
Ignorant, urgent, impulsive, harsh.
If not for one's urges and instincts,
Who would not lay down and perish?
Hunger and loneliness animate
And fear does the rest—and if not, then it's boredom.
"The organisers of Thursday’s anti-US demonstration, in their final declaration, said that Iran considers “America as the Great Satan and enemy number one.”"
—Telegraph.co.uk, 9:31AM GMT 04 Nov 2010
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/middleeast/iran/8109535/Iran-stages-mass-protest-on-anniversary-of-US-embassy-capture.html
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Most Intriguing [#twitterfoundpoem, November 4, 2010]
Most Intriguing [#twitterfoundpoem, November 4, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
a final act of Fuck off:
a most intriguing temporal paradox.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
a paradox!
during a course of temporal physics and causality
I spent like 10 years leveling
during a course of sixteen years.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
a paradox!
who knew time travel could be so fun?
Oh everyone???
This is when we need time
machines like o'clocks and stuff,
to travel through a course of time:
a final act of Fuck off:
kill that Kid, that asshole newb
and punch his nose!
HAHAHAHAHAHA
a paradox!
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a final act of Fuck off:
a most intriguing temporal paradox.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
a paradox!
during a course of temporal physics and causality
I spent like 10 years leveling
during a course of sixteen years.
HAHAHAHAHAHA
a paradox!
who knew time travel could be so fun?
Oh everyone???
This is when we need time
machines like o'clocks and stuff,
to travel through a course of time:
a final act of Fuck off:
kill that Kid, that asshole newb
and punch his nose!
HAHAHAHAHAHA
a paradox!
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Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Champion's Anxiety [Today's News Poem, November 3, 2010]
Champion's Anxiety [Today's News Poem, November 3, 2010]
"Number one champs!"
Ducking the bottle, they miss me
And throttle the hill. The whole city
Gobbles the news. They're the winners
I've heard, for a day or eleven.
"Number one champs!"
Even the score for a little
Bit, envy is sharpest for former
Owners—by pwning, they're kinging
And queening the angst of tomorrow.
"Number one champs!"
"Hundreds of thousands of people jammed the streets today in one of the largest crowds downtown San Francisco has ever seen, joyously chanting and waving signs and standing 50 deep on Market Street for the Giants' World Series victory parade."
—Justin Berton, Kevin Fagan,Demian Bulwa, The San Francisco Chronicle, Wednesday, November 3, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/11/03/BAM51G6DMS.DTL
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"Number one champs!"
Ducking the bottle, they miss me
And throttle the hill. The whole city
Gobbles the news. They're the winners
I've heard, for a day or eleven.
"Number one champs!"
Even the score for a little
Bit, envy is sharpest for former
Owners—by pwning, they're kinging
And queening the angst of tomorrow.
"Number one champs!"
"Hundreds of thousands of people jammed the streets today in one of the largest crowds downtown San Francisco has ever seen, joyously chanting and waving signs and standing 50 deep on Market Street for the Giants' World Series victory parade."
—Justin Berton, Kevin Fagan,Demian Bulwa, The San Francisco Chronicle, Wednesday, November 3, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/11/03/BAM51G6DMS.DTL
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Forget About It—It's Cyberpunk Chinatown [#twitterfoundpoem, November 3, 2010]
Forget About It—It's Cyberpunk Chinatown [#twitterfoundpoem, November 3, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
wanna fix
this crazy, fucked up World?
This World Is Crazy.
Forget about it.
a quick visit to chinatown should fix you
like a quick line.
It's like crack.
wanna fix this crazy, fucked up World?
pretty soon you'll eventually get to chinatown
and Forget about this crazy, fucked up cyberpunk World.
You can't fix every man woman and child.
you don't have the money!
Forget about it, This cyberpunk World Is Crazy:
fix Yourself in chinatown!
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wanna fix
this crazy, fucked up World?
This World Is Crazy.
Forget about it.
a quick visit to chinatown should fix you
like a quick line.
It's like crack.
wanna fix this crazy, fucked up World?
pretty soon you'll eventually get to chinatown
and Forget about this crazy, fucked up cyberpunk World.
You can't fix every man woman and child.
you don't have the money!
Forget about it, This cyberpunk World Is Crazy:
fix Yourself in chinatown!
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Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Fallible Man [Today's News Poem, November 2, 2010]
Fallible Man [Today's News Poem, November 2, 2010]
Reality's lost the electorate,
So vote for your gratification.
The libertine pathway of synapses
Is Manicheistic; rewarding
The silencing instinct of consciousness.
Fallible Man! What does will represent?
Urgent activity, mingled with grins.
Solipsist, think, so you are—and can be
Vapors at vespers: a pipe on your desk,
Confidence fills up both lungs—you're alone.
"He and his chief chemist get ideas for new drugs by scanning scientific literature. They pay particularly close attention to new papers published by scholars known for researching mind-altering, psychoactive substances. David Nichols, a pharmacologist at Purdue University, has been especially valuable, Mr. Llewellyn says. Through his work studying brain receptors, Dr. Nichols has developed a range of psychoactive substances. His papers give a full description of the drugs he's using, including their chemical makeup. This provides Llewellyn and others with a roadmap for making the drugs."
—JEANNE WHALEN, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 30, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704763904575550200845267526.html
"Voters in many states cast ballots on controversial measures Tuesday, including opting out of President Obama's health care reforms, balancing budgets, legalizing marijuana, and countering union organizing."
—Michael Martinez, CNN, November 2, 2010 5:48 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/POLITICS/11/02/ballot.initiatives/
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Reality's lost the electorate,
So vote for your gratification.
The libertine pathway of synapses
Is Manicheistic; rewarding
The silencing instinct of consciousness.
Fallible Man! What does will represent?
Urgent activity, mingled with grins.
Solipsist, think, so you are—and can be
Vapors at vespers: a pipe on your desk,
Confidence fills up both lungs—you're alone.
"He and his chief chemist get ideas for new drugs by scanning scientific literature. They pay particularly close attention to new papers published by scholars known for researching mind-altering, psychoactive substances. David Nichols, a pharmacologist at Purdue University, has been especially valuable, Mr. Llewellyn says. Through his work studying brain receptors, Dr. Nichols has developed a range of psychoactive substances. His papers give a full description of the drugs he's using, including their chemical makeup. This provides Llewellyn and others with a roadmap for making the drugs."
—JEANNE WHALEN, The Wall Street Journal, OCTOBER 30, 2010
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704763904575550200845267526.html
"Voters in many states cast ballots on controversial measures Tuesday, including opting out of President Obama's health care reforms, balancing budgets, legalizing marijuana, and countering union organizing."
—Michael Martinez, CNN, November 2, 2010 5:48 p.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/POLITICS/11/02/ballot.initiatives/
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The Political Ideology of @LeducViolet [#twitterfoundpoem, November 2, 2010]
The Political Ideology of @LeducViolet [#twitterfoundpoem, November 2, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I wanna work off my upper middle class guilt...
down with daddy!
I wanna work off my debt to the revolution...
my parents must die so that I can live as I wish...
guilt-free! DA upper middle class IS GETTING
THINNER BY DA MINUTE!
Come with me girl let's play radicals and revolutionaries;
we can tweet off our upper middle class guilt
and maybe They won't kill u, or me.
down with daddy
and SUCK MY COCK!
http://twitter.com/leducviolet/status/29444826566
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I wanna work off my upper middle class guilt...
down with daddy!
I wanna work off my debt to the revolution...
my parents must die so that I can live as I wish...
guilt-free! DA upper middle class IS GETTING
THINNER BY DA MINUTE!
Come with me girl let's play radicals and revolutionaries;
we can tweet off our upper middle class guilt
and maybe They won't kill u, or me.
down with daddy
and SUCK MY COCK!
http://twitter.com/leducviolet/status/29444826566
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Monday, November 01, 2010
Bored With All Creation [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), November 1, 2010]
Bored With All Creation [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), November 1, 2010]
No worthy builder ever lets it slip:
They craft creation's image, aping self.
If self's an ape, then knout that beast and whip
The creature 'till it cringes on your shelf.
The jars are filled with pickled error, tools
And samples studied under microscopes.
Your pet observes the play you make in pools
With petri dishes, life itself. No hope
For animals like these, you let them fight
For nutrients. The exit's never found.
Your stupid pet observes your work, delights
In play you call your study; though its bound
To live inside a dish as well—you're bored
With all creation, though they call you Lord.
"The national poll found that Americans plan to vote for Republicans over Democratic candidates by 50 percent to 44 percent. This is an edge that will likely give Republicans dozens of seats in the House and significant gains in the Senate."
—Reuters, Mon Nov 1, 2010 2:12pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6A03X520101101
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No worthy builder ever lets it slip:
They craft creation's image, aping self.
If self's an ape, then knout that beast and whip
The creature 'till it cringes on your shelf.
The jars are filled with pickled error, tools
And samples studied under microscopes.
Your pet observes the play you make in pools
With petri dishes, life itself. No hope
For animals like these, you let them fight
For nutrients. The exit's never found.
Your stupid pet observes your work, delights
In play you call your study; though its bound
To live inside a dish as well—you're bored
With all creation, though they call you Lord.
"The national poll found that Americans plan to vote for Republicans over Democratic candidates by 50 percent to 44 percent. This is an edge that will likely give Republicans dozens of seats in the House and significant gains in the Senate."
—Reuters, Mon Nov 1, 2010 2:12pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE6A03X520101101
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The Leading Man is of Zombie Races [#twitterfoundpoem, November 1, 2010]
The Leading Man is of Zombie Races [#twitterfoundpoem, November 1, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
THE leading man of dreams is officially of zombie races.
when you look at their ROTTING faces
don't you guys get a warm glow from THE Traces
of human nature Rotting in those Aces?
WHAT??!!! you guys prefer extra hot maces
to bash their ROTTING heads,
over seeing them sing on TV while you lie in your comfy bed
changing the channels of dread??!!!
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THE leading man of dreams is officially of zombie races.
when you look at their ROTTING faces
don't you guys get a warm glow from THE Traces
of human nature Rotting in those Aces?
WHAT??!!! you guys prefer extra hot maces
to bash their ROTTING heads,
over seeing them sing on TV while you lie in your comfy bed
changing the channels of dread??!!!
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Sunday, October 31, 2010
Will You Walk Again? [Today's News Poem, October 31, 2010]
Will You Walk Again? [Today's News Poem, October 31, 2010]
True, there are many who think of the aftermath;
Weeping, yet filled with a sense of adventure,
Bold curiosity—that sort of thinking.
I've long considered death by disaster:
The bullets, explosions—friends who've gone mad—
And never thought that goodness could survive
Hunger or loneliness; much less the panic.
Everything happens—must happen—and moments
Simply are judgments confirming the worthy
And worthlessness, based off one's actions
With graves to assort us, by faction.
"The last of the Kennedy old guard, Sorensen was a tireless defender of his legacy. Never, privately or publicly in the years since, did he take credit for the words or actions that made the 35th President an icon of the office."
— Adam Sorensen, Time, Sunday, Oct. 31, 2010
http://www.time.com/time/politics/article/0,8599,2028527,00.html
"The relationship between the atomic bomb and postwar popular culture is as intimate as it is complex. It stretches right back to the almost contemporaneous invention of the teenager, in the winter of 1944, as the new model of youth: this product-hungry, pleasure-seeking individual was the perfect person to inhabit the new psychology of a world that could be blown up at any moment."
—Jon Savage, guardian.co.uk, Sunday 31 October 2010 21.31 GMT
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2010/oct/31/pop-music-atomic-bomb-jon-savage
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackszwergold/sets/72157621722066256/
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True, there are many who think of the aftermath;
Weeping, yet filled with a sense of adventure,
Bold curiosity—that sort of thinking.
I've long considered death by disaster:
The bullets, explosions—friends who've gone mad—
And never thought that goodness could survive
Hunger or loneliness; much less the panic.
Everything happens—must happen—and moments
Simply are judgments confirming the worthy
And worthlessness, based off one's actions
With graves to assort us, by faction.
"The last of the Kennedy old guard, Sorensen was a tireless defender of his legacy. Never, privately or publicly in the years since, did he take credit for the words or actions that made the 35th President an icon of the office."
— Adam Sorensen, Time, Sunday, Oct. 31, 2010
http://www.time.com/time/politics/article/0,8599,2028527,00.html
"The relationship between the atomic bomb and postwar popular culture is as intimate as it is complex. It stretches right back to the almost contemporaneous invention of the teenager, in the winter of 1944, as the new model of youth: this product-hungry, pleasure-seeking individual was the perfect person to inhabit the new psychology of a world that could be blown up at any moment."
—Jon Savage, guardian.co.uk, Sunday 31 October 2010 21.31 GMT
http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2010/oct/31/pop-music-atomic-bomb-jon-savage
http://www.flickr.com/photos/jackszwergold/sets/72157621722066256/
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State of the Union [CombatWords Story Repost, October 30, 2010]
State of the Union [CombatWords, October 30, 2010]
Once upon a time, criminals controlled America. And America? She was dying. And instead of renewing herself with a culture of life, she became increasingly obsessed with the culture of death. The death of honest work. The death of the American Dream... death of the Constitution—death of the very way of life and culture that had once made America so great. Life was expendable in those dark times and theft was the rule, not the exception. Honest people lived in terror, while murderers, thieves, propagandists and rapists dominated the courts, streets, media and even the presidency.
America was tired. It was tired and it had gotten lazy. The culture of death made criminals into heroes and honest, hard working citizens seem like fools. Young people learned to idolize the worst elements society had to offer. And then, on September Eleventh, two thousand and one, everything changed. Three million Americans perished in a single cloud of flame, when terrorists did the unthinkable and detonated a nuclear bomb in New York City.
But New York City survived. America rebuilt an exact replica her crown jewel. All save the World Trade Towers, as a symbol to ensure Americans never forgot that tragic day. Their loss is the permanent scar from a wound that will never close. Yet the pain from that scar reminded America that it was still alive! Real Americans took their country back.
Not surprisingly, the culture of death perished and a culture of life was revitalized. And now, America is optimistic again, working under a common vision. We took socialists at their word and put them to work in our factories, farms, and brothels for service men. Terrorist races were executed under the tragic, but necessary suspension of habeas corpus. America destroyed her enemies before her enemies destroyed her from the inside out.
Although much of the world still rallies against humanity's last, greatest hope, America has outlasted many terrorist civilizations and terrorist ideologies. And we're not alone in our quest to defend freedom. Our friends are stronger than ever; London, Greater Israel, and Australia have joined the coalition of the willing. We have liberated Canada, the former Latin American nations, and Europa—including The Fatherland—and laid ruin to Peking Man and the Mohammadan hordes. Americans live longer than ever and that's no surprise since we're the world's biggest importer of human organs. And we work harder than ever. What's in the secret sauce Uncle Sam? It's freedom my friends, freedom.
http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2010/10/combatwords-october-29-2010-farce-and.html
http://www.boingboing.net/2010/10/29/machine-of-death-ama.html
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Once upon a time, criminals controlled America. And America? She was dying. And instead of renewing herself with a culture of life, she became increasingly obsessed with the culture of death. The death of honest work. The death of the American Dream... death of the Constitution—death of the very way of life and culture that had once made America so great. Life was expendable in those dark times and theft was the rule, not the exception. Honest people lived in terror, while murderers, thieves, propagandists and rapists dominated the courts, streets, media and even the presidency.
America was tired. It was tired and it had gotten lazy. The culture of death made criminals into heroes and honest, hard working citizens seem like fools. Young people learned to idolize the worst elements society had to offer. And then, on September Eleventh, two thousand and one, everything changed. Three million Americans perished in a single cloud of flame, when terrorists did the unthinkable and detonated a nuclear bomb in New York City.
But New York City survived. America rebuilt an exact replica her crown jewel. All save the World Trade Towers, as a symbol to ensure Americans never forgot that tragic day. Their loss is the permanent scar from a wound that will never close. Yet the pain from that scar reminded America that it was still alive! Real Americans took their country back.
Not surprisingly, the culture of death perished and a culture of life was revitalized. And now, America is optimistic again, working under a common vision. We took socialists at their word and put them to work in our factories, farms, and brothels for service men. Terrorist races were executed under the tragic, but necessary suspension of habeas corpus. America destroyed her enemies before her enemies destroyed her from the inside out.
Although much of the world still rallies against humanity's last, greatest hope, America has outlasted many terrorist civilizations and terrorist ideologies. And we're not alone in our quest to defend freedom. Our friends are stronger than ever; London, Greater Israel, and Australia have joined the coalition of the willing. We have liberated Canada, the former Latin American nations, and Europa—including The Fatherland—and laid ruin to Peking Man and the Mohammadan hordes. Americans live longer than ever and that's no surprise since we're the world's biggest importer of human organs. And we work harder than ever. What's in the secret sauce Uncle Sam? It's freedom my friends, freedom.
http://combatwords.blogspot.com/2010/10/combatwords-october-29-2010-farce-and.html
http://www.boingboing.net/2010/10/29/machine-of-death-ama.html
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Esprit De Corps [#twitterfoundpoem, October 31, 2010]
Esprit De Corps [#twitterfoundpoem, October 31, 2010]
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It is only 11am and I am already exhausted.
my esprit de corps is depleted.
meds help...but I will be haunted
by the memory of the Holy Spirit everyday.
I love your eyes...
I'll take them!
my Spirit eyes are already depleted!
don't believe in karma?
Thats the spirit!
bring me more meds and your eyes...
more community spirit and less inequality...
Thats the spirit!
I love my karma
but I love your eyes more!
I'll take them!
Thats the spirit!
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It is only 11am and I am already exhausted.
my esprit de corps is depleted.
meds help...but I will be haunted
by the memory of the Holy Spirit everyday.
I love your eyes...
I'll take them!
my Spirit eyes are already depleted!
don't believe in karma?
Thats the spirit!
bring me more meds and your eyes...
more community spirit and less inequality...
Thats the spirit!
I love my karma
but I love your eyes more!
I'll take them!
Thats the spirit!
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Saturday, October 30, 2010
Karl Popper's Face In The Clouds [Today's News Poem, October 30, 2010]
Karl Popper's Face In The Clouds [Today's News Poem, October 30, 2010]
Yes Glaucon, the clouds look like beards for the sun,
And birds are the fleas that have crawled in that hair.
But what is their essence? Of what shall we say
Is certain of faces that drift through the sky?
The moon is no female, for clouds ring his glow,
And likewise, the planet is shrouded with mist;
So what shall we say of the nature of sight?
Deception, a shadow-illusion, a crumb of bread
We nibble although there's no sustenance there—
There's nothing to say, for negation's our proof.
"Still, it is perhaps a measure of the volatility of American politics that a television comedy show was able to tap something deep among American voters, who turned out in the tens of thousands on Saturday to add their voices to a national political debate that some said had left them behind. "
—SABRINA TAVERNISE and BRIAN STELTER, The New York Times, Published: October 30, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/31/us/politics/31rally.html
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Yes Glaucon, the clouds look like beards for the sun,
And birds are the fleas that have crawled in that hair.
But what is their essence? Of what shall we say
Is certain of faces that drift through the sky?
The moon is no female, for clouds ring his glow,
And likewise, the planet is shrouded with mist;
So what shall we say of the nature of sight?
Deception, a shadow-illusion, a crumb of bread
We nibble although there's no sustenance there—
There's nothing to say, for negation's our proof.
"Still, it is perhaps a measure of the volatility of American politics that a television comedy show was able to tap something deep among American voters, who turned out in the tens of thousands on Saturday to add their voices to a national political debate that some said had left them behind. "
—SABRINA TAVERNISE and BRIAN STELTER, The New York Times, Published: October 30, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/10/31/us/politics/31rally.html
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CombatWords: October 29-31, 2010: Tragedy & Farce
They're There With Their Phantasmagoria [#twitterfoundpoem, October 30, 2010]
They're There With Their Phantasmagoria [#twitterfoundpoem, October 30, 2010]
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they're there. their
basic approach to Phantasmagoria
is delta normal. there's nothing wrong
WITH standard deviation,
but real Deviants are their favorites.
their fruity flavored wooden jesus head is real;
and look there! Phantasmagoria
will not be there anymore to listen.
they're just kind of making this up as they go now,
making this up as they Summon and kill....
summon and kill...summon and kill....
Mammon, Android jesus, and tribes
and tribes of delta normal Deviants
WITH standard deviation!!!
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they're there. their
basic approach to Phantasmagoria
is delta normal. there's nothing wrong
WITH standard deviation,
but real Deviants are their favorites.
their fruity flavored wooden jesus head is real;
and look there! Phantasmagoria
will not be there anymore to listen.
they're just kind of making this up as they go now,
making this up as they Summon and kill....
summon and kill...summon and kill....
Mammon, Android jesus, and tribes
and tribes of delta normal Deviants
WITH standard deviation!!!
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Friday, October 29, 2010
Happiness Tycoon [Today's News Poem, October 29, 2010]
Happiness Tycoon [Today's News Poem, October 29, 2010]
The question's not, 'who might be plotting?'
It's "why aren't you plotting?'
If an ass of a queer on the bus is enough to make you erect,
Why must you fear it? It's rubbing against you!
Ledgers aren't meant to be balanced,
They're there to embezzle.
Crime doesn't pay when you're caught, but
Behind every fortune—no! everyone happy—is theft.
"Obama spoke publicly about the incident the day after the plot was uncovered in a bid to show that he and his administration were on top of the situation. He was heavily criticized for taking three days to make his first public statement after the failed bomb attempt on an U.S. airliner last Christmas Day."
—Reuters, Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:51pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN2923536820101029
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The question's not, 'who might be plotting?'
It's "why aren't you plotting?'
If an ass of a queer on the bus is enough to make you erect,
Why must you fear it? It's rubbing against you!
Ledgers aren't meant to be balanced,
They're there to embezzle.
Crime doesn't pay when you're caught, but
Behind every fortune—no! everyone happy—is theft.
"Obama spoke publicly about the incident the day after the plot was uncovered in a bid to show that he and his administration were on top of the situation. He was heavily criticized for taking three days to make his first public statement after the failed bomb attempt on an U.S. airliner last Christmas Day."
—Reuters, Fri Oct 29, 2010 5:51pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSN2923536820101029
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Temple For Temples [#twitterfoundpoem, October 29, 2010]
Temple For Temples [#twitterfoundpoem, October 29, 2010]
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With no color, I played
between red and blue spheres.
I planted a Symphony Orchestra,
planted my temple wit
different color spheres wit animals on thm.
the harmony of SPHERES
is a gun to your head
on your way down to nowhere, really.
harmonize wit all the animals on thm SPHERES.
Planting my Church at your temple
is nowhere, really; nowhere, really down
and out of reach, for a while;
really down at your temple,
my temple: your head.
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With no color, I played
between red and blue spheres.
I planted a Symphony Orchestra,
planted my temple wit
different color spheres wit animals on thm.
the harmony of SPHERES
is a gun to your head
on your way down to nowhere, really.
harmonize wit all the animals on thm SPHERES.
Planting my Church at your temple
is nowhere, really; nowhere, really down
and out of reach, for a while;
really down at your temple,
my temple: your head.
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