Salmonella Swim Upstream To The First Watershed [Today's News Poem, August 20, 2010]
Eden to edible; instinct extant.
Jungle to cages; conveyers to trucks...
Farms on the way to the stomach's delight.
Pathogens caught in the eggs of a hen,
Ride from a prison of gears to a bowl;
Coming to roost in an ancestral home.
“In a sign that the egg industry's woes are mounting, a second Iowa producer issued a recall of potentially millions of eggs that could be contaminated with salmonella. The eggs were packaged under at least three brands and had been shipped to 14 states, including California.”
– P.J. Huffstutter, Los Angeles Times, August 20, 2010, 12:35 p.m.
http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-eggs-recall-20100821,0,1454316.story
'THIS IS SPARTAAAA' Brand Contraceptive [#twitterfoundpoem, August 20, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
when she had a knife pointin at yo dick
when she said "i love u,"
when you said you "feeln lyk sme bahdd guyy!! Hiss!"
that is when u had to sleep in bed wit one eye open.
she got jealous that you were talking to Your mom.
Hiss! you ignores her. you kno deep dwn
ur defiinately going to cheat.
she threw ur phone and said
"Sparta nos ttsssssssss AHSAUHSSHUASUHUHSA"
she woke u up wit a knife pointin at yo dick
wit a knife pointin at yo eye
and u said "i love u"
and she said 'this is spartaaaa!!'
Where Where Vanished [Today's News Poem, August 19, 2010]
Even nothingness follows order.
Bangs unspool and collapse; creating
Time and space from potential empty
Spaces. Possible genesis where
Former entropy reigned, declined and
Ceased to mean. Where where vanished; losing
Tempo, subject and object. Solved by
Helix, vortexes, spirals spinning:
Lattice patterns that joined together.
“The International Mathematical Union (IMU) doled out seven prizes, including the brand-new, $500,000 Chern Medal Award, in opening ceremonies at its quadrennial International Congress of Mathematicians (ICM) today in Hyderabad, India. Also at the meeting, IMU elected its first woman president, Ingrid Daubechies of Princeton University... Villani's work "makes deep connections between mathematics and physics, in particular regarding the notion of entropy," says Stefan Müller of the University of Bonn in Germany. It brings rigor to another question of statistical physics: How quickly does a highly organized system, such as compressed gas about to be released, reach its disordered equilibrium state? The answer contains a surprise: Entropy (a measure of disorder) increases at different speeds, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.”
– Barry Cipra, Science Now, August 19, 2010
http://news.sciencemag.org/sciencenow/2010/08/fields-medals-other-top-math-pri.html
Are You Lost? [#twitterfoundpoem, August 19, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Sick of being told that I do not take the fight
against My best friend, Jihadism, seriously.
Jihadism says alcohol is ur enemy,
but jesus says love ur enemies.
Mum says If u have a petty beef with someone Muahaha
squash him today!
WHAT?! are you lost?!
John Locke says "Education begins the enemy
but reading, good company and reflection must finish him."
Muahaha!
WHAT are you Waiting for?!
afraid to Lose yourself?????
you have to be submissive to your losses.
If u have a petty beef with someone Muahaha
u must finish him!
old enemies becoming allies becoming enemies becoming allies
is more compelling than Jihadism against My best friend "fight."
Lose yourself to an indescribable emotion.
You Are Duncan Idaho [Today's News Poem, August 18, 2010]
Every moment ever had is yours.
Cradles lined with felt and pastel fuzz.
Gurgles emanate then dissipate
After screaming. Bathrooms flood with red.
Once your favored color, now you fear
Blood of any kind and bags of snacks;
Santa too. But worse, you died as well—
How? Neurosis only plagues what lives.
Maybe you're a ghost—insane, you haunt
Coffee shops and after-hour clubs:
Dogs have mauled you; water drank the breath
Father offered from your sobbing lips.
Soap and mops erased the bloody mess.
Once you rode your city through the clouds
Gliding down on drafts of fallout dust.
Synapse skeins are tangled memories
Mixing baby baths with murdered moms.
Reflex animates your nightmare reel:
Terrorvision crashes every train,
Wrecks the cars outside your window pane,
Thrills the jaded horror advocate;
Robs the precious memories and hides
What few scraps remain with endless torture.
“Electroencephalography (EEG) testing may be able to predict response to clozapine in patients with treatment-resistant schizophrenia a new pilot study suggests.”
– Deborah Brauser, Medscape Today, August 18, 2010
http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/727098
“Researchers at the school studying brainwaves found that the mind produces pulses called "spindles" during sleep that stop noises from getting to the part of the brain that would make the sleeper aware of them, the release said. Electroencephalography patterns in the brain, used to distinguish stages of sleep, show slow brain waves were interspersed with brief rapid pulses, or spindles.”
– UPI, August 10, 2010
http://www.upi.com/Science_News/2010/08/10/Heavy-sleepers-brains-dont-hear-noise/UPI-53091281477124/
“Cloning technology could be used to create Scottish wildcats if numbers of breeding pairs in the wild collapse.”
– BBC, 18 August 2010 Last updated at 11:48 ET
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-highlands-islands-11016130
“A simple slide show could be the next weapon against terrorists. Using a brain-electrode cap and imagery, scientists at Northwestern University can pick the date, location and means of a future terrorist attack from the minds of America's enemies. ”
– Eric Bland, Discovery.com, August 12, 2010
http://news.discovery.com/tech/mind-reading-tech-predicts-terrorism.html
Try it Out! [#twitterfoundpoem, August 18, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
become the next Pope!!!!
you HAVE one last chance.
Pursue one great decisive aim with force and determination.
maybe the last one will HAVE "committed suicide,"
or suffer an indecent accident.
One creep after another is spymaster, Pope,
Oliver North, PRESIDENT... whatever.
try total commander !!!!
Clausewitz and Sun Tzu control a dancing Vladimir Putin,
so try it Out!
you are an intended anagram of
"dog food" and you will box anyone
for a box of eyes !!!!
that is a good start !!!!
your candidacy is a mission from Fnord
and you are fresh!
Fnord is the sugar in Kool-Aid
and you are an indecent accident
PRESIDENT Wall Street spymaster Pope:
Perfectly fallible... make others Popes!
try it Out!
“The proportion of teens in the United States with slight hearing loss has increased 30% in the last 15 years, and the number with mild or worse hearing loss has increased 77%, researchers said Tuesday... "Personal stereos are the most important change in the culture in the last 15 to 20 years," said Dr. Tommie Robinson Jr., president of the American Speech-Language-Hearing Assn. "Everybody has their own little device now, and how many times have you passed somebody and could hear their music?"”
– Thomas H. Maugh II, Los Angeles Times, August 17, 2010
http://www.latimes.com/news/science/la-sci-teens-hearing-loss-20100818,0,559994.story
U Essay Versus L From DEATH NOTE [#twitterfoundpoem, August 17, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
u Essay 'God does not believe in Atheists
therefore Atheists don't exist.' L from DEATH NOTE
finds that fascinating. u Essay 'YOU HAVE RUINED MY DREAMS
OF A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE,' also for no reason,
AND L from DEATH NOTE finds that amusing.
u Essay 'Fuck Logic. Logic Sucks. Fuck REASON
AND LOGIC.' AND You bring up Racism?
L from DEATH NOTE finds Donut Logic Is circular AND Full of holes.
u Essay u Essay u Essay
AND Natural Deduction, Hybrid Systems and Modal Logics
finds that amusing. All you talk about is circular Logic:
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE says the ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE says
You says You says.
L says 'YOU HAVE RUINED MY DREAMS OF A Sweet Robot Love
Logic APOCALYPSE!!!! AND now I'm stuck in
ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE AND YOU
find that amusing.'
Jilted Gory-Glory [Today's News Poem, August 16, 2010]
Streets aren't so promising,
Promising shoves, shoulders;
Shouldering steep shovel-
Fuls: shit is everywhere.
Where feces falls, so too
Two dolls. They're raggedy
Rag people embracing.
Sing 'Gory-Glory' and
Guard sleep while maniacs—
Mainly in dark alleys—
Ally themselves; sharing
Rare purpose. Absolution
Shuns fellow lunatics.
Loons, Luna, suicide:
Sides of a shadowy
Dowry for idiots.
“Derek Cox, a friend of victim Andrew Therrien, told KABC-TV in Los Angeles that Therrien, 22, pushed children out of the way as the truck barreled toward them. He was killed in the accident.”
– GILLIAN FLACCUS (AP) – 12 minutes ago as of August 16, 2010; 9:52am
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gB9jnKObPfaIQty58BGWr_bTtMlQD9HKMJJG0
Web Bot Predicts Cannibalism [#twitterfoundpoem, August 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Update: Clif High: Web Bot PREDICTIONS/ Prophetic Signs & Portents Series:
Michael Jackson needs more and more child soldiers
and Rush Limbaugh thinks human flesh is DELICIOUS.
theres a conspiracy behind every year!!!
more and more soldiers STOP biased media
with the annual Reptilian Conspiracy Meet:
the obamas are Alien space invaders smoking in a car
with virgins and viruses... Yeah, you guess
that is just the evilness of the powers that be...
The secret histories of those @#$%ing
computer symbols you see everywhere:
they are Meme viruses.
I, for one welcome our new high voltage overlords.
why DON'T you welcome THEM?
why do you hope for change?
DON'T you want more and more child soldiers?
DON'T you want more human flesh?
do secret symbols confuse u?
do you understand why the powers that be hate
you with a passion and want to put a bullet in your head?
Michael Jackson needs more and more child soldiers
and the obamas and the Reptilian Limbaugh
find real human virgins DELICIOUS!!!
Aping the Ageless [Today's News Poem, August 15, 2010]
Shifting softly, sands shall shelter seaweed
From froth. First foam frays fetters of
Kelp, casting crumbling crustaceans
Beyond breakers. Beakers bite bits,
Leaving leftovers languishing.
Wallow while walking away when
Ugly undertakings upset:
Shucking, sucking, spitting sea shells—
Aping awful, ageless anger.
“Of all the places to part with fistfuls of money in St.-Tropez, few have more cachet than Le Club 55... The mayor’s office says the establishments pose a threat to the environment. Officials have proposed dismantling existing beach amenities and shrinking the area allotted for private beaches to protect delicate flora and what officials say are dunes worn down by the crush of manicured feet. As a result, despite the August atmosphere of hedonism, an unusual air of rebellion is stirring in St.-Tropez, with businesses contemplating their first ever “strike.””
– Liz Alderman, The New York Times, August 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/16/business/global/16iht-beach.html?_r=1&hp
A Purity Ball Made of π (Bats Tribute #2) [#twitterfoundpoem, August 15, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
purity purity omaha mall. we ball
at the purity ball at the mall, where Best Friends
Become Strangers and their lives are divided
by components of fuel: hypocritically murderous LOL
Shopoholics, and corrupted 'my life is happy
and who cares about yours' creationists.
what's SO funny bout it is EVERYTHING Shopoholics
have, the purity creationists have. There is this ridiculous
obsession with finding the nth digit of prosper,
where n is stupid. where the belief system components
are designed to fail by components of fuel,
and their lives are divided by the stupidest story,
equaled by Harrison bergeron, another stupidest story
which I change into a component of my fuel:
Maul at the purity ball at the mall,
where the Shopoholics and creationists evolve over time
into dinosaur bones, which evolves over time into components
of fuel, which evolves into gas that orbits the earth
with my purity science... my Harrison bergeron mall
that orbits the earth and its dinosaur bones...
where I dance with my Harrison bergeron lover in space,
at a purity ball of our own made of π.
Glorious Humiliation [Today's News Poem, August 14, 2010]
It's tragic that fame is denied to the needy,
Who need it like butter or insulin doses.
They lay on the dishes and crumbs on their bedding
And talk to their teevees, their dogs; to the ceilings
That smile—just a crack—while the mysteries crackle
On speakers and screens. There's an orphan on crutches;
Diseased, she has patrons who watch from a distance
By camera—they fear her contagion and money
By wire should relieve her worst symptoms—and millions
Of people are watching her limp and they're cheering.
So buck up, there's someone who's worse-off than losers
Like you; so just hide in your blankets and order
A pizza and cry in your pillow; for someday
They'll broadcast your filth to the world and they'll shower
Upon you that glorious pity you wanted.
“"And here (Europe) they're not obsessed with age and weight. Here actresses can work for many years. In America you can be a great actress and have no work by the time you're 40. This is a tragedy, so I don't want to live this tragedy."”
– Daily Dish, SFGate.com, August 13, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/blogs/dailydish/detail?entry_id=70106
“Few things would say "the beaches are back" like President Obama tearing off his shirt and running into the surf at Panama City, Fla., during a brief vacation swing to the oil-spill-harassed Gulf Coast Saturday. ”
– Patrik Jonsson, The Christian Science Monitor, August 14, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Politics/2010/0814/Obama-s-Florida-trip-With-BP-oil-spill-receding-time-for-a-swim
Shit Dope [#twitterfoundpoem, August 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I was a bird. a dying bird.
u played angry birds yet? shit dope.
first u flock up. then u scream your
head off like it was for the birds.
The shit then gets dope and I first
shit on the girl on the beach. dope!!
HAHAHAHAH!! i just heard some
girl kid scream about the laundry
and All that undergarment shit.
I SHIT my head and balls off, soooooooo
fuck it. I was a dying bird.
it was worth it. it was shit dope.
Brave New Nerves [Today's News Poem, August 13, 2010]
A wave or a particle; string—if that matters—
Has woven my iris to a fabric of systems.
It trickles through nerves and collects in the endings.
I twitch in my armchair—a butterfly's trampled:
An earthquake in Chile is cause for more coffee.
The coffee, the cause of plantations in forests.
The bulldozers topple the timber—thank goodness
They're made in America—bashing a species
Unknown to the scientists waiting with clipboards.
Who stymies the progress of muscles through patches
Of dread, where the parasites nibble the sinews?
And vanquished for gardens of coffee we nurture?
“In an apparent bid to extend its control over the Internet and cash in on the rapid growth of mobile devices, China plans to create its own government-controlled search engine.”
– DAVID BARBOZA, The New York Times, August 13, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/14/technology/14search.html?_r=1&hpw
Star Struck [#twitterfoundpoem, August 13, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
In this era of "thugs and goons"
We're all Hyped up over priced suckers:
a nation of mostly blind people.
Too much bling & sing.
Saw meteors yesterday morning tho-
and I expect more this morning.
I found this cool meteorite
while going for a run
away from a gang of mostly blind people.
I expect more in general tho.
it hatched from Mini Rocks!
Think ima name this plant Audrey III.
She sez "ima make u famous...
but im so hungry. FEED ME!!!!"
I FEED her & "hahah" sez
The Perseid meteor shower
And Jupiter too! I FEED a nation
of Hyped up over priced suckers
first on my little vision,
then on meteor shit
& I expect The nation will run
a little more with an eye to
Those consumed by giant plants.
Doesn't he say right here that he enjoys trolling? "I have a fake alias facebook account with no friends or profile that I use to troll people’s walls and photo albums. People trying to look happy always look so sad; people who look sad always look worse; people who look ugly fair well under low resolution; people who look beautiful always seem cruel." http://htmlgiant.com/random/learning-lessens/
Well if that doesn't just go against the whole spirit of the thing, when I write delightful derision and it's deleted. I don't have the first comment, it just mocks the use of 'fair' when 'fare' is the proper word. I do have the second, because I suspected they were going to delete it:
"My remark was far gentler than anything Jimmy’s anon trolling, but it’s stricken from the record? I call smug, smarmy foul! Did you guys delete like fifty posts mocking the spelling in this post? Did you bid fairwell to them? How did they fair? Are you going to the county fare you jackals? Fie! Fie fie!"
And then I caught myself and noted they enraged me so much I used scesis onomaton. I went on to point out that if I saw that in an HTML GIANT article, it would probably say, 'sceptic automaton.' I didn't save that one either, but you got the soul of the joke.
I am against cyber-wimps. WTF is this chicken shit?
ps: Yeah, I'm sure they defend it as wordplay. Rather inconsistent with the style of the rest of the piece. Other puns of opportunity in there.
Omens of Predestination [Today's News Poem, August 12, 2010]
If a notion to flee from the pavement
And the hydrants possesses you, drive
To the suburbs—beyond! To arraignments
With the meteors over this hive
With its labyrinth-roads—with no exit.
If the omen should fail with a blaze
And the sputtering pieces of flecks hit
And erupt—if the signal is haze;
Then the deity Science commissions
An assault on these roaches and mites
Who still cling to their God of contrition,
Who is helpless to save them from night—
Or from murder and lunacy. Parsons
In the meteor glow scream as arson—
Or let's call it our mother—rejects
Them to favor her killer-Elect.
“A suspect in the killings of five people and the stabbings of 15 others in three states was arrested at the airport here as he tried to board a plane to Israel, the authorities said Thursday morning. The police say the attacks fit a common profile: A tall, stocky man, often in an S.U.V., usually in a deserted area late at night, asks a black man for directions or help with a broken-down car, then attacks them quickly and drives away.”
– Robbie Brown, The New York Times, August 12, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/13/us/13stabbings.html?_r=1
“In June alone, a doctor was stabbed to death in Shandong Province by the son of a patient who had died of liver cancer. Three doctors were severely burned in Shanxi Province when a patient set fire to a hospital office. A pediatrician in Fujian Province was also injured after leaping out a fifth-floor window to escape angry relatives of a newborn who had died under his care... Four years ago, 2,000 people rioted at a hospital after reports that a 3-year-old was refused treatment because his grandfather could not pay $82 in upfront fees. The child died.”
– Sharon LaFraniere, The New York Times, August 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/12/world/asia/12hospital.html?src=me&ref=general
Ready For the Truth [Today's News Poem, August 11, 2010]
Morphine is dripping from bags by my bedside,
Running through plastic to veins and it's racing
Agony inside my nerves and it dribbles
Down from my eyes. And my children are weeping;
Babies are wailing; their tears form a river.
Floating away, I am filled with the terror
Judgment imposes and pray for the angels.
Light for the rheuminess lost! Is the barter
Made in my life to be honored, with Heaven?
Yes for an age—my beloveds united.
God is too bright for the recent arrivals.
Later it tugs me, like death for a second
Time—and then time seems to vanish completely;
Leaving my self for the fabric of ever.
Infinity echoes in quantum repeating:
Starting and ending; explosions renewing
Each possibility. Thoughts are the monads,
Serving as pieces the universe conjures:
Gamma ray bursts, and the grass that a toddler
Ran through and swore to remember forever—
Thinking that somehow her prayer has been answered.
“So I was dubious when I read in The Wall Street Journal last week that students are relying more on online roommate matching services to avoid getting paired with strangers or peers with different political views, study habits and messiness quotients... As in Darwinian evolution, cross-pollination with diverse strains promotes species development... Choosing roommates who are mirror images may fit with our narcissistic and microtargeted society, but it retards creativity and social growth.”
– Maureen Dowd, The New York Times, August 10, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/11/opinion/11dowd.html?_r=1&hp
The New Died Or Raped Chain Mail Mate [#twitterfoundpoem, August 11, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
Fuck you haters. you tell me to come now
when you aren't ready for me?
I'm dressed and ready in my chain mail.
think I'm dressed to get died or raped?
im invincible mate.
I think You're dressed to get died or raped
not to be respected.
You're dressed in a 100 dollar shirt mail.
When fortune smiles on something as theft,
it seems proof like no other that, not only does
chain mail exist, I'm doing Its will.
your fortune cancels out my theft?
Fuck !
look like ive been died or raped at 12:06!
I suspect I have already been cloned or something,
for a gang war.
Fuck !
I suspect I have chain mail skin cancer,
and that I'm the new died or raped chain mail mate,
Fuck !
and that fortune smiles on my new master.
Eternal Flame [Today's News Poem, August 10, 2010]
In the bog, there's a will wisp:
Peat steaming the winter up
To the clouds, for the flame's crisp.
Each season has merits—for
An example: the fields burn
Each year, but expire for an
Age; recurring as earth turns—
Back after another one—
Then returning like first ape
Grass-arsonist cinders. If
You prefer, then a storm shape—
Tossed down from the mighty air.
“As if things in Russia were not looking sufficiently apocalyptic already, with 100-degree temperatures and noxious fumes rolling in from burning peat bogs and forests, there is growing alarm here that fires in regions coated with fallout from the Chernobyl nuclear disaster 24 years ago could now be emitting plumes of radioactive smoke.”
– MICHAEL SCHWIRTZ, The New York Times, August 10, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/11/world/europe/11russia.html
Empty Bottles Raid Kool-Aid Man's Twelve Step Program [#twitterfoundpoem, August 10, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
I bathed in orange juice and liq
and almost drowned.
was brainwashed with orange juice and liq,
because I was binge drinking while playing
sports and being productive.
I couldn't take the kool-aid.
I illegally gave me a hand-job.
it Didn't help
so enemies beware!
It's funny when an Alpha really looks like a Delta.
I'm gonnaaa be a mighty KING
& you couldn't take 2mins to
respond to My cry 4 liq?
you've been drinking the kool-aid,
your brain: a big ass pickle,
& you couldn't take 2mins to hand-job me?
my army of bottles will destroy you!!!
they will Burst through somebody's
twelve step cult meeting and sacrifice some jerks!!!
Oh yeah? Oh yeah? Oh yeah?
Oh yeah!!!
A Halo of Fingers [Today's News Poem, August 9, 2010]
Fois gras is tasty; its cruelty's its sweetness,
But even a priestess grows jaded with riches.
Her palace of screens is the seat of her whoring.
Walking seduction, displaying the trophy
Of finance, which measures the ranking of power;
The promise of sex for inventors of murder.
Merit comes second, its value derived by
Its service to missiles, to fortresses armored,
To factories crafting the sigil of corpses:
Offices clicking the icons to rubbish;
The zero we know; that we pair with the single
That screams as the bullets are cast by computers.
Vanity's sacrament's pricy, so lying
A bit for the price of some blood in her glitter,
Is nothing compared to the price of the mirror's
Visage. The hands that are chopped are for halos
For prostitutes working the temple of vision:
They orbit her head as if ghosts of the fingers;
Grasping for something she never would offer.
“And when you think about it, it is a little odd that we think economics would be able to do these things. After all, the economy is as much a product of sociology and policy as it is pure-form economics. Yet we'd not expect a sociologist or a political scientist to be able to write a computer model to accurately capture system-wide decision-making.”
– Barbara Kiviat, Monday, August 9, 2010
http://curiouscapitalist.blogs.time.com/2010/08/09/is-economics-ideological-by-nature/?xid=rss-topstories
“Mia Farrow has told Charles Taylor's war crimes trial NAOMI CAMPBELL knew the former Liberian leader had sent aides to hand her "a huge diamond" - contradicting the supermodel's testimony. ”
– WENN.COM August 9, 2010 11:39am
http://www.torontosun.com/life/2010/08/09/14965261-wenn-story.html
Baby Got Bustle [#twitterfoundpoem, August 9, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
bay bay bay bee Got Bustle.
Might let us take a look over:
See you when I'm done!
There's a bribe in there
and Hardcore begins.
I'm excited to see it!
Might let us get Hardcore in there!
her Georgia O'Keefe flower is relatively small,
the flower nobody sees but her and her new lover...
Baby Got Bustle and There's a bribe in there!
Hardcore begins. See you when I'm done.
Did you know that my fucking brains Machine
is very hard? Le sigh.
Did you know that the flower Machine eats
fucking brains like a triple choc cookie?
Le sigh.
she says Sorry As she got an orgasm from me
from her eating me with her vagina.
she says "How do you like it?" As she brains me
and guts me in an infinite gut loop string:
my colon high upon a tree,
while she entices a new lover...
When the Kitten Shall Lie Down With the Gosling [Today's News Poem, August 8, 2010]
A baby is born and discovers her talents
Slowly—she notices stories in pictures:
The goose will be caught and the kittens will triumph.
'Catholic twins' is the joke that her mother
Has made more than once, for the sisters are equals.
Different, still they compete with each skill they
Accrue—and what one learns the other attempts to
Master: in archery, dance and the names of
Minerals; taking each instant that's frozen
Decision and owning the purpose of living:
Will in the moments of stillness. So goslings
In flight from a litter of catlings are captured
Ever, as prey in that instant of terror;
While felines themselves are enslaved to the cycle:
Blood on the feathers; alone when the playtime
Has ended and yowling beside a full platter.
Older, one sister imagines the kittens
Were punished by parents with beaks; while the other
Thinks that they rolled in the sand by the lakeside
Until they were sleepy; and cuddled together.
“Karen Woo travelled to the remote Nuristan region of northern Afghanistan with hopes of making a difference, with undimmed passion to help others, and with no little trepidation for the physical and mental challenges ahead. One thing she would not have travelled with was a Bible... Our loving and talented daughter/sister Karen Su Ying (Cori) Woo has been tragically taken from us. She was due to be married on her return to the UK. Her motivation was purely humanitarian. She was a humanist and had no religious or political agenda...She was a true hero; whilst scared she never let that prevent her from doing things she had to do. She would not want this tragedy to overshadow the ongoing plight of those still in the greatest of need... Karen, you were an inspiration to everyone you met. You combined brains and beauty, intelligence, drive and kookiness in equal measure. You led an intensely packed and rich life: dancer, model, stunt plane walker, doctor and aid worker…”
– Caroline Davies, guardian.co.uk, Sunday 8 August 2010 22.09 BST
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2010/aug/08/uk-medic-afghan-murdered-christian-group
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Good For One Catered Wedding Party [Today's News Poem, August 7, 2010]
The pastels are stunning and if you are careful
You'll see that the paint and the tinsel are scuffing.
So worship the notion; the mothers of someone
Who died are on knees and accept the conditions
Of grace in this chapel. The balcony's shoddy;
And leaning will kill you. The bolts are uncertain;
But faith in the polish should keep you from falling.
The Monarch is deejay and pumps-up the music;
Then seizures on floor as The Pagan, in rapture.
He rises in minutes, as Holiest Faggot;
With scepter and crown. His erection is covered
By shroud; and his leer, with a mustache from heaven.
The pervert is ruler of all that's eternal—
From clubs in the penthouse of clouds, to the churches
Of faithful who worship polemics that promise
That everything's fine if you keep from observing
The details and hope that the coupons one's given
Redeem what's been lost as you offer your wedding
To statues of plaster; to candles and Bishops.
“Two years and $265 million later, Santa Monica Place reopened Friday with thousands of shoppers pouring in to get a first look at the newly remodeled shopping center... By the time Walters arrived at 8 a.m., two hours before the mall opened, hordes of shoppers were already lined up in a scene reminiscent of Black Friday crowds on the day after Thanksgiving... All 500 mall gift cards that had been allotted for the opening, valued from $10 to $500, had been given out to early birds, many of whom had camped out overnight. A DJ spun a mix of classic rock, hip-hop and country tunes while an emcee encouraged people to "shop to your hearts' content." ”
– Andrea Chang, Los Angeles Times, August 7, 2010
http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-santa-monica-place-20100805,0,4134563.story?track=rss
In 1 Word [#twitterfoundpoem, August 7, 2010] Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem
How To make Ppl Give A Fuck Wat you Have To Say:
lose interest fast, blow money on parties, clothes and jewerly.
Ass Critcism.
my eye hella itches.
I've been watchin banks
lose interest fast this year.
I've been losing interest fast this year,
while Bernanke #4 hides Every time I turn on the TV,
under Kardashian Ass.
How do I feel in 1 word?
"Ass Critcism" has 2.
How do you make Ppl Give A Fuck Wat you Have To Say?
How do you feel in 1 word?
Kardashian?
most interesting.
I thought you Would Have said
Cardassian
or Bernanke#4
or blowmoneyonblowmoney.
This is my problem
i lose interest fast.
I can not be famous and beautiful but I
can lose interest too
on parties, clothes and jewerly.
who knows?
Maybe I will be famous and beautiful
and maybe my 1 word will be:
they pray for Ass Critcism, I pray for
"blindness."
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