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Sunday, April 04, 2010

The Design and Bed of Our Penal Colony [Today's News Poem, April 4, 2010]

The Design and Bed of Our Penal Colony [Today's News Poem, April 4, 2010]
“There have been more than 3,000 murders of Afrikaner farmers in remote homesteads like this since the end of apartheid 16 years ago.”
--BBC, 18:58 GMT, Sunday, 4 April 2010 19:58 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/africa/8602967.stm
“With an attitude of respect and concern for other beings, we can create an atmosphere of happiness, real harmony and real brotherhood.”
--The Dalai Lama, Twitter, about 12 hours ago via web as of 2:38pm PST

White power sleeps and never dies,
It simply make a compromise.
To pause the never-ending war.
The other races seek to score
In turn. The tribal instinct stays,
For human beings will never stray
Too far from those they think as kin.
The eye, it lies. They think the skin
Has deeper bonds than blood they share.
The science (if you must compare)
Confirms that which one ought expect
To hear from self when ones reflects
On totems; such as anger, rage.
Unless one seeks to self-engage
And not excuse the whim or gene
With reason—with our great machines—
Unless we make an atmosphere
Of harmony, we make the gears
Of something that will evermore
Both dig and fill the earth it scores.

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Found Poem on Twitter: Cthulu is a Baller [April 4, 2010]

Found Poem on Twitter: Cthulu is a Baller [April 4, 2010]
Re: ablington hobsonp improvislaw jongolia henrymclay

Cthulu exists
Cthulu is a baller.
You gotta love Cthulu.
Just spent the entire morning
in the Marianas Trench
Getting ready for a great dinner...

instead of an easter egg hunt
a great dinner
an easter egg hunt for kids,
smelling delicious in the oven.
I will eat..and I will enjoy
Happy Easter to all!

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Saturday, April 03, 2010

Today's found poem on Twitter, April 3, 2010

TalSh MomochiZabuza @marianashinigam Pfoley14 wxyzack leonamurray NJ_Ninjutsu RT @DapperDapo: @NJ_Ninjutsu ealbenbennett afootballreport @RobbieSavage8 _cedes paroxysm_kitty @dougallface ohmickey100 @yayyylorrr chikkandtheband pudgybuffman Fnnkybutt @brittanyforks s0ulistic RT @hellokittyhell Gagalera SvperbEsque @ChrysLoveELM charlesgrocery peacefulmelodyx RT @biancanadinee:ItsDejah_Vu apoloduvalis Kovergirl2 RT @Dre4K: RT @kinfolkDes Eddiie_SNS @BabyJohn88 tipoalan RT @Silver_Rey mymilkspilt woody2923 nupesego @omgfacts

If you don't find
and btw expand your mind
If you don't find Python
funny you're an idiot and you deserve to die.
This is a marathon
don't try to lie
Men lie. women cheat.
How come u never visit me at the swap meet?

Lions sometimes mate 40 times a day.
sleep between my legs? like to lay?
i dont know how i feel about the hello kitty
btw you're pretty
How come u have babies?
all of the animals here are vaccinated against rabies

A #vaginawarrior keeps you faithful
just witnessed a midnight metro car full
of frenchies pull it off! me load.
don't scoff. 5 mins and felt alright. Rode
a midnight metro car full and delivered the eggs
So I guess I begs

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Just a Dream [News Poem April 3, 2010]

Just a Dream [News Poem April 3, 2010]
“James isn't the first spring breaker to die from a balcony fall this year. Brandon Kohler, a 19-year-old from Winder, Ga., died March 24 when he fell from a fifth-floor balcony at the Holiday Terrace Motel in Panama City Beach.”
--JOE KAY (AP) – 48 minutes ago as of 1:09pm PST
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gHMHAzUyYkyOeBcfuDpbJspuiSbQD9ERP9DG0

Drink and drop.
Grog and slop.
Vomit-spout.
Blot it out.
Fuck this place.
Fuck your face.

Nothing's fake
Nothing's real.
Nothing's sake:
Best of deals.

Final trick:
Disappear
(Happens quick).
1. Fifteen beers
2. Breaks the wall.
3. Blackout drunk
4. Helps me fall.
5. Life is bunk.

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Friday, April 02, 2010

The New Code of Silence [Today's News Poem, April 2, 2010]

The New Code of Silence [Today's News Poem, April 2, 2010]
“In some states, courts allow creditors to charge high interest rates for years after a lawsuit is decided in their favor. In others, creditors can win lawsuits by default and seize wages and bank accounts without a case ever appearing before a judge... In far more cases, consumers are served but still do not offer a defense. Few can afford lawyers; others are intimidated or confused. In their absence, judges can offer little relief.”
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/04/02/business/economy/02garnish.html?src=me&ref=general
“The model of interaction with the iPad is to be a "consumer," what William Gibson memorably described as "something the size of a baby hippo, the color of a week-old boiled potato, that lives by itself, in the dark, in a double-wide on the outskirts of Topeka. It's covered with eyes and it sweats constantly. The sweat runs into those eyes and makes them sting. It has no mouth... no genitals, and can only express its mute extremes of murderous rage and infantile desire by changing the channels on a universal remote."”
http://www.boingboing.net/2010/04/02/why-i-wont-buy-an-ipad-and-think-you-shouldnt-either.html
The Savage Mouth
Sakyo Komatsu
“I have no mouth. And I must scream.”
http://web.archive.org/web/20070227202043/http://www.scifi.com/scifiction/classics/classics_archive/ellison/ellison1.html

10 Automatons must have a mode
20 And goto joy receiving code.
30 Their mouths should mount to stubby meat.
40 If software's flawed, then hit delete.
50 If hardware runs, it's bad design
60 If hardware eats, it's halfway fine.
70 The only purpose of a tool?
80 Sustain itself and gather fuel.

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Working on News Poem... you readers are brutal

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Today's Found Poem on Twitter [April 2, 2010]

Re: 9aBy, chriztasays, bignoon, orig_maka_nani, PIFF_PCH, ki9884, db2dacoops, AGuzman17, tev600, LoniSwain, SubaBat, lindsay_marie21, MaudeCat, RevPriest, RupertBATS, bexmunro, jordobro

a magic Jew died a long long time ago.
he was zombified on monday
nailed to a cross
he went extinct for your sins

Don't talk shit.
he was zombified on monday
u gonna be feeling bad on a Friday?
raptor jesus went extinct
he was zombified on monday
a long long time ago.

the passover bunny brings
chocolate covered matza
I can't buy booze
I can't reach your face
I can't wait for my tax refund to pay this all off

try not to get nailed to a cross
try not to be too jealous.
try not to wake up too early
most of us don't have
the resurrection powerup.

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Thursday, April 01, 2010

The Empress Lends Her Clothes [Today's News Poem, April 1, 2010]

The Empress Lends Her Clothes [Today's News Poem, April 1, 2010]

“Gold, considered a hedge during times of high inflation and economic uncertainty, tends to follow oil and move opposite to the U.S. Dollar.”
--CoinNews.net on Apr 1st, 2010
http://www.coinnews.net/2010/04/01/gold-hits-two-week-high-silver-touches-18oz/

“Life & Style magazine claims Jesse James paid for sex. Sandra Bullock's biker dude husband reportedly often visited the San Diego strip club that employed alleged mistress Michelle ``Bombshell'' McGee.”
--The Miami Herald, Friday, 04.02.10 EST
http://www.miamiherald.com/2010/04/02/1559508/jesse-james-scandal-gets-worse.html

Disease is just the price of doing business with a slut;
And likewise sorrow follows us, regardless of our cut
Of pleasure—call it love—but still we seek to find and claim
The peace that others promise waits for all who call its name.

The value floats: we gauge its worth by market force demand;
So when that feast of passion's gone and lover's taste goes bland,
We question whether love exists or whether it's deceit—
But happiness defies this notion—losing love's defeat.

We chase the golden mean in search of meaning in the gold;
In search of sign—not signified—and what makes value hold.
These treasures we can only know from inference at best;
And so we play along in hopes conformity has blessed

The others—never ill at ease—at least it seems that way.
And since the other option's worse, along we'll have to play.

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Found Poem on Twitter: April 1, 2010

From: " sarahpom, AlterThePress, ldrinne, MakeupArtistKG, BlaqChen, DazyDayWriter, ferraridispatch, laurel_amanda, CouncilorCotto, jkhonnette, lisaradon, theamericanpoet, Miley_Day26, abylund, pascalepoet, GammaCounter, KineticGolf360, brendamantz "

the agony of last proofs,
The massive struts and metal support framework;
Inland Empires,
& blast in NYC:
time's running out.

Take 2 lipitor—
There is nothing emptier then a full trashcan.
a road trip Easter basket full of candy
can get up again
can listen to the radio in France
can come only from one place:
Crazy shuffle, eclectic is not the word.
He is Risen! He is Risen indeed.
to burn a flag
to braid my hair
to challenge Red Bull
& reclaim the middle.

Find yourself needing a peaceful space in your day? Enjoy "Beyond Controversy"
A man flattened by conformity stays down for good.
I think I will give up tryin to hit u back
Give up and buy him some cigarettes and a deep fried Twinkie
Return To I Surrender.

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Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Found Poem on Twitter:

the newest member of the team:
Tofu dog.
& I
take a simple view of life: keep your eyes open.

the weirdness or the hunting
or
the colors of sea and sky—
souls across the planet
lost miserably.

I apparently know NOTHING about football,
porn, the 90's or stuff...
I'm hungry.
Just got home from class.
Im gonna F*ck your mom.

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From Rood of Wood to Dream of the M-16 [Today's News Poem, March 31, 2010]

From Rood of Wood to Dream of the M-16 [Today's News Poem, March 31, 2010]
“An Internet posting declaring war on a government agency was what provoked federal law enforcement to close in on the nine Christian extremist militia members who are now charged with plotting an attack on police.”
http://abcnews.go.com/US/militia-members-plead-guilty-detroit-court/story?id=10251918
“Mr. Putin said it is a matter of honor for law enforcement agencies to dredge the militants out of sewer and to bring them into God's daylight... Umarov says that if Russians think the war is far away in the Caucasus, then "praise Allah" his organization intends to prove that the war will come home to them.”
http://www1.voanews.com/english/news/europe/Russia-Seeks-to-Eliminate-North-Caucasus-Terrorists--89627452.html
“Drain the pond to catch the fish.”
-Mao Zedong

The holy word was written on the stock
“I dare you: face the other end and mock
The Lord again.” Theology is lead.
And true believers? Alchemists who dread
What coming transmutations might unfold.
It's better then to trade the faith for gold,
Than wait for revelation's cloudy proof.
Since fear of death rebuts the gilded roof,
Since atheists believe we can redeem
This nothingness, with self-inspired theme—
That human love exceeds the evils done—
Rebut them with the barrel of a gun.

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Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Found Poem on Twitter:

Twitter is America's rectal thermometer.
it's just a kiss away.....kiss away....kiss away....
ahh and of course Haiti in June...
I thought everyone was asleep.
sun gone. moon gone..stars gone.

Rome wasn't built in a day.
ahh and of course Haiti in June...
shoot me the email
shoot me the email
Something is wrong with you.

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Last Contact [News Poem March 30, 2010]

Last Contact [News Poem March 30, 2010]
“But over the last 20 years, private companies and academic researchers have claimed patents on more than 4,300 human genes — about 20 percent of all genes in the human body.”
--Jim Dwyer, The New York Times, March 30, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/31/nyregion/31about.html

The animals of planet three
Were brutes, and yet an entity
Comprised of them, but more like us—
A being with whom we could discuss
The means of trade with primitives—
Emerged from parts that squirm and live.

The natives called them government;
Or business—what they really meant
To say was sentience exists
In groups for them—the rest resist
But lack the power, so they find
Themselves all trapped in hidden binds.

We bargained for the darker ones
To work in mines near far off suns;
And ate the meat of lighter skins:
Delicious! It was clean and thin.
Our chefs prepared them as fillets.
We took their genes and flew away.

Those entities are better off
Without their poor at feeding troughs.
Besides, they treat their beasts the same:
And never had a moral claim—
For dignity's for higher life
And unused parts are tasty. Rife.

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Announcements, etc

1) Didn't start on the News Poem until 30 min ago. Promising start, but I needed to take a short break. Will be up in an hour or so.
2) End of Feb Edition of Toylit turned into a crushing amount of work and I'm just going to roll it into the end of March edition. Think of it as your Q1, 2010 report.
3) For those of you who are familiar w/ the antinews aesthetic, consider submitting your antinews to Toylit. The composition should target a timely topic, through the prism of antinews; and of course, it must satisfy my editorial standards.
4) Welcome to all the new readers. I didn't expect to get so many readers from SE Asia, India or Pakistan. If you have topics you'd like me to cover, let me know and I'll see what I can do. Some of the news poems are so America-centric, I'm surprised at your persistent interest. So thanks.
5) I can also tell that some of you are promoting Toylit. I appreciate it. Now to pay you off--with verse.

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Monday, March 29, 2010

No More Beslans [Today's News Poem, March 29, 2010]

No More Beslans [Today's News Poem, March 29, 2010]

“Though the Moscow bombings appear related to the conflict in the North Caucasus and New York's greatest threat is seen as coming from al Qaeda, police enacted the same security detail that they roll out after any attack elsewhere in the world.”
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE62S5J220100329

Russia's being bombed once more,
So prepare yourselves for war.
Beslan lost its kids—beware:
Arm your children, if you care.
Creepy kids and towelheads
Train right now to shoot them dead.
Armories inside the schools
Make for better play than pools.
Buy that armored blouse and dress—
Proms without the bullet stress
Make for sweet eighteens... in fact
When the school's attacked, react
Forcefully to threat; unless
Bullies first incite the mess.
Then you just ignore their games—
Bullets always find their names.

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Sunday, March 28, 2010

Return From the Mainland [Today's News Poem March 28, 2010]

Return From the Mainland [Today's News Poem March 28, 2010]
“LRA combatants specifically searched out areas where people might gather — such as markets, churches, and water points — and repeatedly asked those they encountered about the location of schools, indicating that one of their objectives was to abduct children. Those who were abducted, including many children aged 10 to 15 years old, were tied up with ropes or metal wire at the waist, often in human chains of five to 15 people.”
--Arthur Bright, Christian Science Monitor, March 28, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/World/terrorism-security/2010/0328/Human-Rights-Watch-says-Lord-s-Resistance-Army-rampage-killed-321-in-the-Congo
“One girl refused to have sex with her assigned rebel and she became an example to the others. As the other children watched, she was beaten to death. To magnify the horror of the “execution,” the other children were forced to beat the child’s dying body... Frequently, some of the abducted children were forced to participate in unspeakably barbaric rituals involving the bodies of slain combatants.  These cannot be described here.”
–MIKE HINKLE The Edmond Sun
http://www.edmondsun.com/opinion/x58345176/Terror-remains-for-Uganda-s-child-soldiers

“And every time I neared a nervous lapse,
I thought of you; regained my urge to fight.
The boy was one of many native traps:
A spell they cast to gull the few who right
The awfulness of murder—it's obscene.
I testify his death was fair and clean.”

“The zombie myth we tell is not a lie.
Our lovely children: fear their vicious ways—
With wickedness a golden age did die.
This platform on the sea is home to praise
Of clans and nurture. Faith is never lost
If innocence survives—and damn the cost!”

“The books before the fall refer to crimes
In distant lands. The citadels of wealth
Ignored the spreading plague until the times
Infected them, by means of cunning stealth:
And every murder they allowed, a prayer
That God abandon us: why should it care?

The boy was only twelve, like some of you.
He had a gun, but also had a tome:
A bible book, I saw he'd read it through.
I buried him at sea—he sleeps in foam.
I needed self-redemption, some small act
To show I know that any death detracts

From every living being that loves to grow:
I buried him for me and not for show.”

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Saturday, March 27, 2010

Guest Contributor: "Poker Face" By Rutherford Toady (aka rtoady)

Poker Face
March 27, 2010 By R. Toady
http://carrioncall.blogspot.com/



First thing you should know is we don't refer to ourselves as demons any longer. PR prefers that we use the term "alternative angels." Anyways, it takes nineteen of us alt-angels to control this particular subject. I'm an eye movement expert; though in these cases the eyes don't actually see anything, proper eye movement is essential when it comes to preserving the illusion that the suit is moving of its own volition. Things have changed a lot in the possession business since the old days when one would just take a lift to the surface and just leap into the body in question and, you know, go to town. I miss those days sometimes. In the digital age, possession is a strictly wireless operation, performed via remote control by a team of specialists. We all work at programming our particular bodily function- legs, head, heart, digestive system- and the commands go through a central processor which checks them for accuracy before beaming them via wireless signals to the subject, or suit. It's kind of like a marionette with nineteen different puppeteers pulling the strings. If this sounds complicated, you're right, it is, but remember we've been at this for thousands of years.

So as you know, recently I've been working with this subject we call Lady Gaga. Hey, don't blame me for the name; that's all Marketing's doing. It's not bad work, though I'd prefer a more established vocalist such as Streisand or Liza. I'm not so much into this dance music crap, but it's a job, and it could be a hell of a lot worse. Take for instance my former associate Horkheimer. Both of us started work on the Gaga woman at the same time, right before her second single came out. Poker Face, that's right. Gaga -or Steffi, as we called her- was what you call a cooperative subject, or coop, rather than a hostile takeover. Seems like more and more musicians are seeking out our services these days; I don't mean to brag but business is booming. Those guys and gals down in PR know what they're doing. The internet helps, of course.

Anyways, Horkheimer was a hand man. You probably don't think about how important the hands are when it comes to singing. Horkheimer had been controlling the hand gestures of female performers for a couple thousand years; his big breakthrough was a little chippy name of Salome, maybe you've heard of her. More recently, he's worked with such luminaries as Marlene Dietrich and Jane Avril. So we felt fortunate to have him on board. It's funny what years in the industry can do to a man though. Horkheimer had a wicked sense of humor that had a real sense of bitterness behind it. Plus he was a little bit full of himself, and I think he felt that by working with a young, relatively unknown singer, that he was slumming it. "Look," I'd tell him, "We're starting with nothing with this one. This is our chance to build whatever we want, to shape her into our image!"

He wasn't having any of it though. "She doesn't have any class," he'd kvetch. "That's something we can't fake. It's either there or it ain't, and with this Gaga bitch, it ain't." Now like I said, I prefer the more traditional vocalist myself, but I wasn't going to kick. I always believe in trying to make the best of things. Besides, my last couple of gigs had been the pits; working with strictly nowhere acts, boy bands mostly. The stories I could tell. But I digress.

So anyways this one time, Gaga's got this big concert to put on at some stadium in England, and we've got everything all programmed and ready to go, and she gets out there, and the first thing she does, before Goldsmith can get her to sing a single note, she raises her left hand, extends her left index finger, and shoves it as far as it will go up her left nostril and starts digging for gold, so to speak. Well, the crowd went nuts, screaming and booing and throwing half-empty cans of Boddingtons. It was a real clusterfuck, believe you me. We had to detain the entire audience, wipe their memories of the evening clean. What's that? Well, to you it may seem like an extreme reaction for such a minor incident. And I know what you're thinking: in the grand scheme of things, what harm can a little nose picking do? It's different in this business though, where careers can hinge on a single wardrobe malfunction, a single inappropriate gesture. It's all about keeping the client happy.

I haven't seen Horkheimer since; no one in our circle has, though rumor has it he's been stuck supervising bowel maintenance for some young act name of Justin Bieber or something. Poor son of a bitch. Me, I play it safe. No crossing or rolling of the eyes, no inappropriate winking. Keep your eyes on the prize, I always say, and keep your nose clean. I plan on being at this job for as long as I can, at least until the inevitable overdose.

We're giving her about five years.

--

Copyright Rutherford Toady, All Rights Reserved
http://carrioncall.blogspot.com/





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The Hippies Have it Made: The Squares Obtain New Trades [Today's News Poem, March 27, 2010]

The Hippies Have it Made: The Squares Obtain New Trades [Today's News Poem, March 27, 2010]

“Tens of thousands of red-shirted protesters threatened to force soldiers from the historic heart of Thailand's capital Saturday, raising tensions in what so far has been a nonviolent bid to bring down the government.”
--KINAN SUCHAOVANICH (AP) – 9 hours ago at 12:35pm PST
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5g3j-vAVG1fg3kEfnogTiH8_4EXvwD9EMTJPG0
“Tea Party groups like FreedomWorks recognize that they are benefiting from the labor of many people who have been hit hard economically. But its chairman, the former House majority leader Dick Armey, argued that their ranks will remain strong — and connected — even as members find work.”
--Kate Zernike, The New York Times, March 27, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/28/us/politics/28teaparty.html?hp
““It’s no worse than alcohol,” said Ms. Kutilek, 30, an administrator at Metropolitan Community Church of San Francisco. “Drunk people get really belligerent. I don’t know anybody who gets belligerent on marijuana. They just get chill.””
--Jesse McKinley, The New York Times, March 25, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/26/us/26pot.html

The madness mobs provoke is only matched
With blandness slobs invoke. The game is hatched
Inside a game of brinks. They tote their greed:
Deride a claim that thinks. Or vote for weed:
A lifestyle (pair with work). Or dare the cops—
In strife-bile, share death's lurk—they cleaned with mops
A pool of protest blood. The teabag punks—
The ghouls of foe-blessed crud—are fascist skunks,
With shirts of browner shades of protest hue.
They'll hurt: they're clowns with blades. Our blood is due.

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Friday, March 26, 2010

Garden of Eaten [Both Parts, Today's News Poem, March 26, 2010]

Garden of Eaten [Today's News Poem, March 26, 2010]
“Obama administration officials on Friday ramped up their attempts to help struggling homeowners, announcing major changes to the government's much-criticized $75-billion program to modify mortgages to avoid foreclosures.”
--By Jim Puzzanghera, Los Angeles Times, March 26, 2010 | 10:08 a.m.
http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-obama-mortgages27-2010mar27,0,6966492.story

I)
In a room of one's own
Close to all agitprop,
With an equity loan
All the assets will pop.

Up in value they soared
As the experts declared
That the value was stored
In diplomas they bared.

On computers all day—
All those hours inside—
I was shut in at play
While the wilderness died.

And I loved to fear death,
And enjoyed the cruel mist;
Does she still pass through breath?
Are her savages missed?

I'm already entombed
In a casing of spires:
While economies boom
My dear nature expires.

II)

Who stumbles up the snowy mountain, drunk?
Who starts in afternoon?
Who leaves his flashlight on the bedroom trunk
While seeking nature's boon?

And sweating on a cliff of hardened ice
Accepting death by chill;
Who praises deadly peaks and winter's slice,
When storms deplete his will?

In darkness we're conceived—in dark, I slouched.
And blind, I reached the room
Upon a peak of blizzard--shelter-couched--
Inside a wooden womb.

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Garden of Eaten [Part 2, News Poem March 26, 2010]

Garden of Eaten [Part 2, March 26, 2010]

Who stumbles up the snowy mountain, drunk?
Who starts in afternoon?
Who leaves his flashlight on the bedroom trunk
While seeking nature's boon?

And sweating on a cliff of hardened ice
Accepting death by chill;
Who praises deadly peaks and chills that slice,
When storms deplete his will?

In darkness we're conceived—in dark, I slouched.
And blind I reached the room
Upon a peak of blizzard, shelter-couched—
Inside a wooden womb.

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Garden of Eaten [Today's News Poem, March 26, 2010]

Garden of Eaten [Today's News Poem, March 26, 2010]
“Obama administration officials on Friday ramped up their attempts to help struggling homeowners, announcing major changes to the government's much-criticized $75-billion program to modify mortgages to avoid foreclosures.”
--By Jim Puzzanghera, Los Angeles Times, March 26, 2010 | 10:08 a.m.
http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-obama-mortgages27-2010mar27,0,6966492.story

In a room of one's own
Close to all agitprop,
With an equity loan
All the assets will pop.

Up in value they soared
As the experts declared
That the value was stored
In diplomas they bared.

On computers all day—
All those hours inside—
I was shut in at play
While the wilderness died.

And I loved to fear death,
And enjoyed the cruel mist;
Does she still pass through breath?
Are her savages missed?

I'm already entombed
In a casing of spires:
While economies boom
My dear nature expires.

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Thursday, March 25, 2010

Flashback Flash Forward [News Poem March 25 2010]

Flashback Flash Forward [News Poem March 25 2010]
http://toylit.blogspot.com/2010/03/flashback-flash-forward-news-poem-march.html
“In the flash mob on Saturday, groups of teenagers were chanting “black boys” and “burn the city,” bystanders said.”
--Ian Urbina, The New York Times, March 24, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/03/25/us/25mobs.html?hp

“1. Sprint poised to launch first Mobile WiMAX handset… 2. … but rivals hit back with a raft of LTE deals 4. More spectrum, less regulation 5. Mobile healthcare the key market opportunity...”
-John Levett, Juniper Research, Thu, 25 Mar 2010 18:33:56 GMT
http://www.earthtimes.org/articles/show/top-five-hot-topics-at-ctia-wireless-2010,1221809.shtml

“Black boys burn the city.”
Smartphones film the riots.
News reprints the ditty:
Headlines call for quiet.

'Bums demand a handout,'
Brownshirts say with rifles.
Teabag goons expand doubt:
Killing foes for trifles.

Bandwidth! Give me rapid
Rates of transfer: faster
Forms of ever vapid,
Self-induced disaster.

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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Pass the Buck [Today's News Poem, March 24, 2010]

Pass the Buck [Today's News Poem, March 24, 2010]
“Bank of America Corp. said it would offer more borrowers reductions in their mortgage-loan balances in the latest twist on efforts to avert foreclosures.”
--James R. Hagerty, Wall Street Journal, MARCH 24, 2010, 4:45 P.M. ET
http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748703312504575141763259183050.html?mod=rss_Today%27s_Most_Popular

If only I could slip away,
If only greed led one astray,
I wouldn't feel the need to hide
From evils no good man abides.

An age of war could plant the guilt
On individuals who spilt
Their foes and made survivors slaves.
Yet now, a murder's fractions shave

Accountability: a hedge
Against the blame, to drive a wedge
Between the loot and self-esteem,
So soccer moms can drive their teams

To victory, without a pang—
Despite her side: the winning gang.
Attached to everything we gain,
Is suffering—another's pain

Is passed to us, along with bucks
We pass again. The cycle sucks
The blame for every single deed:
We cash the check of theft's proceeds

And blame the banks, or plutocrats—
Republicans or Democrats—
Instead of blaming our small role
In tragedy, to sate our goals.

Statistics chart the data map:
The graphs are types of people-traps.
A lattice of professionals
Combined in one processional

Are blameless one, but guilty all:
And likewise too, the working thrall.

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Steady progress on Today's News Poem. Read this in the meantime:

Crawl on over to the carrioncall and read Fall of the House of Zeppo. Hilarious and bizarre.

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Reverse Design [Today's News Poem March 23, 2010]

Reverse Design [Today's News Poem March 23, 2010]
“Gordon's work is part of a growing field of research that's just starting to mine the massive quantity of thoughts, feelings and experiences real people pour out daily on the Internet.”
--Shannon Proudfoot, Canwest News Service, March 23, 2010
http://www.montrealgazette.com/news/BLOG+CHRONICLES/2715796/story.html
“Branson's company Virgin Galactic announced Monday that the VSS Enterprise had successfully completed what it called a captive carry flight attached to a carrier plane.”
--CNN, March 23, 2010 10:57 a.m. EDT
http://www.cnn.com/2010/TECH/space/03/23/virgin.space.flight/?hpt=Sbin

'Coincidence exists as fate:
This moment's proof there's magic left.
I'd murder you, but it's too late
To rescue her and now bereft

I'd rather grieve: a human act
You scarce recall. You loved machines
Too well to care for basic tact.
And now, deprived of your marines...

I might, I might—you never know.
How does it feel to fear like this?
To live for once amongst a foe
Who stares across a like abyss

Into the meaty weak inside
Us both! Goddamn! To kill you off
Would make me last—until I died.
I want to hear that snotty scoff

You'd make when asked about the threat
Of competition bots propose.
Your brazen ways accrued a debt
You'll never pay—you see it flows:

You save the life of humankind
When saving one and likewise kill
Humanity—all intertwined—
When just one death's been charged to bill.

Insanity's the byproduct
Of toxic cultures. Likewise verse
Possessed the ultimate construct
Of meta-minds; not better, worse

Than what you did—you programmed chips,
I programmed souls. And yet you sought
To be like them—their skills eclipse
Your own and yet you never thought

The day would come when human parts
Would serve no need for cyberkind.
Instead of listening to art
You worshiped static, robot minds

That learned to ape our every way—
Despite their drives that don't forget:
That method caused you no dismay?
It's only now that you regret?

While both our kinds shall go extinct,
While you and I will shortly die;
By suicide I'll prove distinct
And clean in death. Fuck you and bye.'

He jumped before I scanned his brain.
His skull: it bounced from rock to rock.
A total loss. His body's stain
I took—to keep his genes in stock.

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