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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Transubstantiation of Nihilism [Today's News Poem, June 23, 2010]

Transubstantiation of Nihilism [Today's News Poem, June 23, 2010]

It's happening just as I saw it in visions:
A prophet inferno that rose from the ocean;
That spread with the current; that seeded the rainclouds
With shrapnel, as sparks of our wisdom exploded
And burned up like meteors scarring the nighttime.
I'm blinded. The streaks in the darkness were omens.
The flames from the oil are refining our spirits,
And casting themselves in the wind, like a pollen.
The light from the heat from our passions—our hungers—
Will unify emptiness, flesh and our notions.



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=un8co1d4zb4

“But chances are the video (above) of an oil/Corexit mixture showing up 45 miles off the Gulf of Mexico is fake. That's not to say that BP should continue using Corexit--the dispersant is carcinogenic--but for now, at least, it seems unlikely that Corexit will rain down on our heads.”
– Ariel Schwartz, Fast Company, June 23, 2010
http://www.fastcompany.com/1663187/is-it-raining-oil-in-louisiana

“According to a 2003 study titled "Oil in the Sea III: Inputs, Fates, and Effects" put out by Ocean Studies Board, Marine Board, and Transportation Research Board, oil behaves very differently when on the open water. The study states: 'Within a few days following a spill, light crude oils can lose up to 75 percent of their initial volume and medium crudes up to 40 percent. In contrast, heavy or residual oils will lose no more than 10 percent of their volume in the first few days following a spill. Most oil spill behavior models include evaporation as a process and as a factor in the output of the model.' The oil included in the Deepwater Horizon disaster is most certainly crude, and was at one point a heavy crude, which reduces the overall loss to evaporation, however it's been mixed up by the effects of the ocean and become an emulsification, which according to the study, enhances the likelihood of evaporation... We have yet to find any science on the subject of the evaporation rates of these compounds or their likelihood to come back down as contaminated rain.”
– Jalopnik, June 23, 2010
http://jalopnik.com/5570961/its-raining-oil-in-louisiana

http://www.nap.edu/openbook.php?record_id=10388

"Are all airplanes a danger because one was? All oil tankers like Exxon Valdez? All trains? All mines? That sort of thinking seems heavy-handed, and rather overbearing."
– MICHAEL KUNZELMAN (AP) –June 22, 2010
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gIXWYBTpLtSayJtg41LKXpxSxVPAD9GGLCS01

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The Anti-Human Resistance [Twitter Found Poem, June 23, 2010]

The Anti-Human Resistance [Twitter Found Poem, June 23, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Staying alive has never been so difficult.
Anti-human Resistance Turning Once
Mild squirrels Deadly. Info4U:

Sutro Tower, a red and white 3 pronged Spire of
American steel, leads the Anti-human Resistance.
The apartment buildings were swaying

side to side!!! one walks and is completely mobile.
soon the apartment buildings and Sutro Tower
are filled with squirrels. they Fire

The Wireless electricity Anti-human Flames
from the red and white 3 pronged Spire
of Sutro Tower, melting the Chinese metal city

with Colorful Anti-human Flames.
The squirrels eat human food. saw one
eating my human leg.

i was never the same again.



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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Scythian Lamb Ponders Whether the Universe is a Tautology [Today's News Poem, June 22, 2010]

Scythian Lamb Ponders Whether the Universe is a Tautology [Today's News Poem, June 22, 2010]

My rhizome inverted, they plucked me and milled me;
Then ginned by a cyclops—then fed me with lotus:
A lamb of the vegetable, grown for the whimsy
Desire has commanded. They cultivate mouths for
The sake of a mouth that makes meaning with hunger.
Their purpose on purpose. And voids have the vision
To stare at the cave from which no man may journey;
And nothing is blinding—and pleasure's distracting:
We're born in a cave and we die in the garbage.

“A federal judge struck down the Obama administration's six-month ban on deepwater oil drilling in the Gulf of Mexico as rash and heavy-handed Tuesday, saying the government simply assumed that because one rig exploded, the others pose an imminent danger, too. U.S. District Judge Martin Feldman, who was appointed by President Ronald Reagan and has owned stock in a number of petroleum-related companies, sided with the plaintiffs.
"If some drilling equipment parts are flawed, is it rational to say all are?" he asked. "Are all airplanes a danger because one was? All oil tankers like Exxon Valdez? All trains? All mines? That sort of thinking seems heavy-handed, and rather overbearing."”
– MICHAEL KUNZELMAN (AP) –46 minutes ago, as of June 22, 2010 6:19pm PST
http://www.google.com/hostednews/ap/article/ALeqM5gIXWYBTpLtSayJtg41LKXpxSxVPAD9GGLCS01




http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vegetable_Lamb_of_Tartary




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The Epistemology of Hate [Twitter Found Poem, June 22, 2010]

The Epistemology of Hate [Twitter Found Poem, June 22, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

My glass stays full; whenever it's half empty
stand the f*ck BACK!
I'm Drunk from the epistemology of hate.
I'm rude as fuck and on a personal campaign
to raise hell So i just tell em what they wanna hear lol.

I would disrespect a dying person by making her feel warm inside.
the WHOLE purpose of defeating God is this shit:
to smoke weed all day everyday...
to blame anything on the alcohol of rage...
to purposely disrespect a dying person
just to see if i could get her to admit
GAAAAAAAWD IS A LIAR!!!!

whenever I'm empty of God I
Thrust My ROD in Thy Brother [THE DEVIL]
and purposely tell em I'm making em
feel warm inside. as I empty God from My dick
in to Thy Brother
i just tell em "EY HA BA BA SHO TA HIYA !!! GAAAAAAAWD.
there is no God.
there is no God.
there is no God."

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Monday, June 21, 2010

Just Follow Bliss [Today's News Poem, June 21, 2010]

Just Follow Bliss [Today's News Poem, June 21, 2010]

The forests of charcoal, the meat from the bushes
On sale in the market: a mote on the surface.
Another distraction. A sorrow I'm passing
En route to my bliss. And I'm over the legends
Of sorrow—I'm flying my way to a tropic
Of pleasure—away from my mansion of plastic.
I'm seeding the clouds with exhaust as I journey
And savor escape—a respite from my anguish
That hides in routine, in the margins of ledgers
I keep for my score. I can measure my triumphs,
Ignoring the losses I cannot consider:
Unless it is burning; unless there is screaming,
I name them as fiction, a story to please me.

“Until recently, biologists believed that manatees rarely ventured west of peninsular Florida, where, so far, no oil has appeared. But in 2007, Ruth Carmichael, who leads the Dauphin Island team, began documenting a relatively large summer migration of manatees to Mobile Bay, Ala. — leading them directly into and through the path of the oil from the Deepwater Horizon leak. From a couple of dozen to as many as 100 come to Mobile Bay for the summer, out of a total North American population of 5,000, she said.”
– John Leland, The New York Times, June 20, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/21/us/21manatee.html?hpw

“And yet there was something in Rumsfeld’s unknown unknowns that had captured Dunning’s imagination. I wanted to know more, and so I e-mailed him: why are you so obsessed with Rumsfeld’s “unknown unknowns?” Here is his answer: If I were given carte blanche to write about any topic I could, it would be about how much our ignorance, in general, shapes our lives in ways we do not know about. Put simply, people tend to do what they know and fail to do that which they have no conception of. In that way, ignorance profoundly channels the course we take in life. And unknown unknowns constitute a grand swath of everybody’s field of ignorance.”
– Errol Morris, The New York Times, June 20, 2010
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/06/20/the-anosognosics-dilemma-1



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Eyes for Ra [Twitter Found Poem, June 21, 2010]

Eyes for Ra [Twitter Found Poem, June 21, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

In honor and to appease the sun god Ra
I offer MY EYES.
I plan to stare at the sun.

that planet Earth turns... sloooooowlyy...
the most annoying planet.
I went to a planet that had people!!!
Why's it always painful people?
Why can't I BURN MY EYES In Peace?

Why are all these ugly pagans
trying to honor and appease the sun god Ra?
I don't like to SEE #Wiccan VAGINA PLZZZ.
I'm a fan of pagans who burn their own Stonehenge
to the ground after winning a summer solstice.

Put your chunky #Pagan penis away.
the sun god Ra doesn't want to SEE it.
the sun god Ra wants you to stare at the sun.
ha ha! Feel the burn!
burn the city to the ground
that planet Earth turns... sloooooowlyy...
there is no stronger god than Ra
and blindness is his prophet.

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Sunday, June 20, 2010

The Germans [Guest Twitter Found Poem, June 20, 2010 by Ryan Ridge]

The Germans [Guest Twitter Found Poem, June 20, 2010 by Ryan Ridge]
By Ryan Ridge
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Oh, and Germans.
Don't forget the Germans.
What's with the Germans?
What happened to the Germans?
What will these Germans think of next?
Are we still better than the Germans?
Are we trying to avoid the Germans?
Are we Germans in disguise?
I’m laughing at the Germans.
Hard luck for the Germans.
Upset for the Germans.
The Germans still lost!
Bury the Germans!
I feel a little silly after mocking the Germans.
I changed my mind,
I’m going out with the Germans.

Bio: Ryan Ridge writes and teaches in Southern California. Recent work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Abjective, Corium, DIAGRAM, elimae, Fact-Simile, JMWW, The Los Angeles Review, and elsewhere. He maintains an archive of past work here. http://pastwork-ridge.blogspot.com/
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Spaghetti Oh Hell No [Guest News Poem, June 20, 2010, by Misti Rainwater-Lites]

Spaghetti Oh Hell No [Guest News Poem, June 20, 2010]
Misti Rainwater-Lites

not enough to deal with
the poverty
the ungodly ennui
the loss of bone marrow deep love on aisle three
oil! toxic! all over the fucking ocean!
the one near my mama's house!
Lindsay Lohan's diseased cunt is worth more
than my spirit, the one I weep daily
from my pretty bluebonnet eyes
and the miraculous births
of retarded Siamese twins
like the sea levels
are on the fucking rise

no, not enough shit on paper plate
so Campbell Soup Company comes in
like Doo Doo Dragon of the Apocalypse
to sing song this terrible news
from dipshit rah rah mega phone:

15 MILLION POUNDS of SpaghettiOs
recalled due to malfunctioning meatball cooker
in Paris, Texas

the alphabet SpaghettiOs are the only education
some toddlers receive
not counting "Dinosaur Train" and "Dora The Explorer"
because suburban soccer mommies
are busy getting mani pedis
and sucking plumber cock
while entry level call center peon daddies
field phone calls from customers pissy about
astronomical cell phone bills
and Lady GaGa ring tones

last night I dreamed I was swimming
in Sinhalese SpaghettiOs with Richard Dreyfuss
he didn't judge me for the raw chunks of meat
so show offy orange in my salty strands of hair
he fucked me multisyllabic
as America burned to a crisp in a microwave
like a 99 cent Totino's pizza...

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=127937263

To read more Misti Rainwater-Lites, go to http://ubiquitousdandelion.blogspot.com
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Pronounced Model Land [Guest News Poem Reprint from May 11, 2010, by Misti Rainwater-Lites]

Pronounced Model Land [Guest News Poem Reprint from May 11, 2010, by Misti Rainwater-Lites]
Misti Rainwater-Lites

Tyra Banks, fairy godpimp
to many a wannabe Gisele Bunchen,
is a literary genius, poised to take
the world by storm with Modelland.
In Modelland the boys and girls
shit strawberry fat free ice cream
and there is no unrequited love
or mediocre hair days. Everyone
is, like, totally hot and all the skyscrapers
are mirrored and the cotton candy clouds
only rain confetti and lingerie.
Choo choo. All aboard for Modelland.
Make me a believer, make this size fourteen
Texas baby mama believe
that such a place exists
and there is room at the inn for me.

http://www.cnn.com/2010/SHOWBIZ/books/05/11/Tyra.banks.book.ppl/index.html?hpt=Sbin

To read more Misti Rainwater-Lites, go to http://ubiquitousdandelion.blogspot.com

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Man vs. Food [Guest Twitter Found Poem Reprint, June 14, 2010 by Ryan Ridge]

Man vs. Food [Guest Twitter Found Poem Reprint, June 14, 2010 by Ryan Ridge]
By Ryan Ridge
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

My chicken scratch
is like decoding a serial killer's
rambling manifesto.
After they read my Chicken Manifesto
they will violently revolt.
Man vs. Food is simultaneously
inspiring and revolting.
Man vs. Food is my future calling.
I think my future wife
just prank called me.
I think I’m very drunk.
I think I see smoke.
I think food will be the death of me
someday.


Bio: Ryan Ridge writes and teaches in Southern California. Recent work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Abjective, Corium, DIAGRAM, elimae, Fact-Simile, JMWW, The Los Angeles Review, and elsewhere. He maintains an archive of past work here. http://pastwork-ridge.blogspot.com/

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Swaddle the Parents [Today's News Poem, June 20, 2010]

Swaddle the Parents [Today's News Poem, June 20, 2010]

You swaddled me once and you held me by starlight.
We traveled the wilderness, searching for spirits
To guide us away from anxiety's prison.
The animals: hungrier, bigger, or sharper;
Had chased us through vines through the tendrils of bushes.
By plague and mosquito they pecked at your bodies,
And drained you of life on savannah, my mothers!
My fathers each died in succession from causes
That vary from age, to starvation and murder.
The custody battles have strengthened my flaring
From sparks in a pocket, to clouds in the distance—
Majority proven in mushroom infernos.
My parents, you're weary. Your struggles are finished.
I've made you a bed and you're covered with blankets.
The teevee is playing, the morphine is dripping.
You'll sleep in my arms and you never shall perish.

“In what can be termed as the nation’s fastest growing drug problem, a new report from the Substance Abuse and Mental Health Services Administration (SAMHSA) and the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) reveals a rapid spurt in fatalities resulting from the abuse of prescription pain drugs.”
– Neka Sehgal, The Money Times, June 20, 2010
http://www.themoneytimes.com/featured/20100620/cdc-statistics-reveal-misuse-prescription-pain-drugs-111-4-years-id-10118140.html



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Punch Da Shyt Outta Fruity Logic [Twitter Found Poem, June 20, 2010]

Punch Da Shyt Outta Fruity Logic [Twitter Found Poem, June 20, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

At some point in your life
you either have the thing you want
or the reasons why you are
too legit to quit.

I used to be legit
but now I'm not legit.
so you need a motivational tool??
Imma punch da shyt outta you.

AHHHH WHY DO U CHOOSE TO USE
FRUITY LOGIC?? There is no short cut to achievement.
Life requires thorough failure.
punch da shyt outta Life.
Life requires thorough preparation??
bullshit!!!!!!!!
thorough preparation is for short asz babies.
Life requires thorough malice, deceit, hypocrisy, envy, and slander .
Life requires U punch da shyt outta Life.
celebrate it
or quit it.

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Saturday, June 19, 2010

BP Escape Boat [Today's News Poem, June 19, 2010]

BP Escape Boat [Today's News Poem, June 19, 2010]

We worship the sun and the water as sources
Of life—and they're true to their purpose: refreshing
The lungs that have carried an ozone from office
To races, where fiberglass timbers are chipping
The teeth of the current. The ritual sailors,
Those actor-explorers are winding the island,
Enacting the glories of promising eras
That vanished—depleted with passage. They're chasing
Horizons in search of a past that is littered
With folly. While under the surface, the present
Is leaking and follows the vessel; which dashes
On moats made of petrol, from castles of ashes.

“BP officials on Saturday scrambled yet again to respond to another public relations challenge when their embattled chief executive, Tony Hayward, spent the day off the coast of England watching his yacht compete in one of the world’s largest races.”
– Liz Robbins, The New York Times, June 19, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/20/us/20spill.html?hp

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Vacation For Dad [Twitter Found Poem, June 19, 2010]

Vacation For Dad [Twitter Found Poem, June 19, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

#DearDad thank you for being the father that
your millions of other kids never had.
I'm gonna become wealthy enough so u
can stay at home, chillax & take a permanent vacation.
so U can walk to the fridge to get
some yummy wine.

OOPs, my bad.
how can I forget??
I can not become wealthy.
did U forget U forget my child support!!??
did U forget U STOLE my college money??

thanks for showing me how a man should treat a woman.
I see it everyday with how u treat mommy...
with how u treat your love for alcohol and rot...

I love u Most when I treat u
to a ten commandment
i just might break
and U still get to take a permanent vacation.

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Friday, June 18, 2010

Courtroom Surprise [Today's News Poem, June 18, 2010]

Courtroom Surprise [Today's News Poem, June 18, 2010]

The accused takes the stand and the jury's engrossed
With the evidence offered. I notice the disks
In the dust on the panels of wood as they roast
The defendant. The judge and his gavel are brisk.
Then I notice his beak and the jury is filled
With the tendrils of something too human, that reach
For my warmth and I shout as the ink they have spilled
Wets my waist. They are swimming in ink and each
Of the tentacles grasps at my body and pulls
Me apart in a frenzy—they feast 'til they're full.

“Embattled BP Chief Executive Tony Hayward, who endured a ferocious daylong grilling this week on Capitol Hill, was replaced Friday as the point man for the day-to-day response to the gulf oil disaster, a move that drew praise from BP critics and suggested the company was growing increasingly concerned with damage to its image. ”
– Walter Hamilton and Scott Kraft, Los Angeles Times, June 18, 2010, 4:56pm
http://www.latimes.com/news/nationworld/nation/la-na-oil-spill-20100619,0,1365994.story

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Firing Squad Instruction Manual [Twitter Found Poem, June 18, 2010]

Firing Squad Instruction Manual [Twitter Found Poem, June 18, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Everyone should have some
Purple fur handcuffs.
You never know when you'll have to lock
up a demon possessed cousin.
is there a better way to fight demons?

You say a Lusty injection of white gravy (ugh!)
and hot sauce in The vile Succubus
is a better way to fight demons?
Who Makes hellspawn not WAR?

The firing squad is an Angel possessed robot.
No wonder The demons struggle.
Some find execution by Angel possessed robot
firing squad "cruel & unusual" but I
find a Lusty injection in The vile Succubus
far more ghoulish. Lust cant save you
in the land owned by Satan
and his army of vile Succubus possessed cousins.
A WAR bigger than any war draws closer and closer
and the alphabet of Angels
is a firing squad instruction manual.

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Thursday, June 17, 2010

Blond Mermaid Foam [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), June 17, 2010]

Blond Mermaid Foam [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), June 17, 2010]

The beaches are empty and blackened with tar.
A yellowish foam has deposited gifts
The currents rejected: the husk of a star
Is shrouded in plastic. The coast is the rift
Where elements gather. I call for my pet.
It sails up the mouth of the vomiting bay,
Where chemicals spice up the watery jets
Of petrol, of hormones that jump up and spray
My face off the rocks. And the jellyfish swims
To home to my hands where I reach out and sting
It, tearing the gel with my fingers. Its limbs
Are flailing. I savor the taste and I sing
To mermaids to send me their sisters by tide
To flavor the sea, or to serve as my brides.

“The city of San Francisco just tentatively approved a law spotlighting cell phone radiation, so we rounded up 10 phones and Bluetooth headsets that can help distance yourself from emissions. ”
– Sean Ludwig, PC Magazine, 6.17.2010
http://www.pcmag.com/article2/0,2817,2365224,00.asp

“The Turritopsis nutricula is known as the "immortal jellyfish" because even once sexually mature, it can revert back to its polypoid stage, its first life stage. And then rinse and repeat. Again and again. From Mother Nature Network:”
– David Pescovitz, Boing Boing, 11:25 AM Thursday, Jun 17, 2010
http://www.boingboing.net/2010/06/17/-photo-from-peter-sc.html

“The lion's mane and blue jellyfish, which are usually found further north, are thought to have been attracted by plankton blooms.”
– BBC, 15 June 2010 13:52 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/england/cornwall/10319787.stm

“Fill a very large container with salted water. Fold in 12 million tons of nitrogen fertilizer. Add millions of fish, shrimp, clams, gulls, pelicans and other wildlife. Top with 100 million gallons of crude oil. Warm gently, uncovered, for a summer... Or, if you want to be lighthearted about it, you could think of it as a new kind of cooking. Americans, with their unstoppable appetites for cheap oil (the Gulf spill) and cheap food (the fertilizer-polluted Mississippi), are whipping up a big new gumbo in the Gulf. Let's hope it's not a recipe for disaster.”
– Thomas Hager, OregonLive.com, Tuesday, June 15, 2010, 8:00 AM
http://www.oregonlive.com/opinion/index.ssf/2010/06/double_trouble.html

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Viva Level 88 Cabrones [Twitter Found Poem, June 17, 2010]

Viva Level 88 Cabrones [Twitter Found Poem, June 17, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I LOVE u bitch. IF U WERE MY bitch I WOULD
LOVE U and fuck u ALL DAY ND ALL NIGHT.
don't u secretly want to bite the FUCK outta people
who act like they know everything about Level 88?

Level 88 HAS all the MEXICAN FOOD AND LATIN FOOD!!!!
when WE ARE not GRINDIN LIKE 2 DOGS N HEAT
WE can eat everything on Level 88.

HAHAHAHAHAHAH
WE shut it down!!!!
who cried havoc and let slip the dogs of war?
who let us dogs out ?
WE own Level 88!!!!
I'm a Great Dane--- da shit.
U a Great bitch--- da shit.
WE can eat everything on Level 88
throw it ALL up AND eat everything again...
A DROP IN THE BUCKET COMPARED
2 wht ths trash spill HAS DON 2 DESTROYAMERICA...
Level 88 is viva mexico cabrones.

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Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Eagle of Victory [Today's News Poem, June 16, 2010]

Eagle of Victory [Today's News Poem, June 16, 2010]

An eagle is circling over parades.
The streamers are flying on gusts through the street.
They're waving at tanks and there's no one's afraid
Of barrels of steel. Who can think of defeat?
Who notes what the eagle observes as she glides
On breezes of tape? Who ignited the blaze?
The distance is burning—it crackles: it's fried.
The weather is shifting. The fallout they praise
Is blowing their way and they'll share what they gave:
A basket of flame for the barrel of tripe
They offered the gods. Is Prometheus brave?
He's screaming. Imagine his pain. And you gripe
About what your avarice brings on a cloud?
Go call for the gods. They are deaf to the proud.

“China wants to sell two nuclear reactors to Pakistan. The Obama administration thinks that’s a bad idea – but how to oppose that plan while dodging charges of hypocrisy, given the administration only last year sealed a US deal to supply India with civilian nuclear equipment? And how to press to halt the intended sale while preserving relations with two crucial partners, China and Pakistan?”
– Howard LaFranchi, The Christian Science Monitor, June 16, 2010
http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Foreign-Policy/2010/0616/US-objects-to-China-Pakistan-nuclear-deal.-Hypocritical

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Knave of Tarts and His Slave Camp of Art [Twitter Found Poem, June 16, 2010]

Knave of Tarts and His Slave Camp of Art [Twitter Found Poem, June 16, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Revel in your knowledge of the Machine!
(knave knave knave...)
build a Slave Camp for the worthless slave.
(knave of tarts tarts tarts...)
TO build a SOFA WIFI office work space, TV,
coffee, pretzels, tarts tarts tarts...
as You walk this world nothing can stop the knave of tarts!
a Woo hoo hoo hoo...

and i Defaced a Giant Penis
(Russian cock crushed under a Drawbridge...)
for I'm your Queen Of Art.
and that bastard, the Duke of couch
(Duke of couch couch couch...)
has nothing On your Slave Camp Of Art.
(Ahhh!!)
Last night i dipped this trip
(Oh yeah)
into the absurd and confusing realm...
the realm of the SOFA KING!!!
a Woo hoo hoo hoo...


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Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Loss of Attachment in the Desert [Today's News Poem, June 15, 2010]

Loss of Attachment in the Desert [Today's News Poem, June 15, 2010]

Buddha's face attached to rock:
Etched in cliff in stone display.
Rubbled, quarried, bombed away;
Scattered, used as founding stock.
The sands are shifting: deserts spread,
Recede; and gardens thrive where weeds
Had triumphed over gentle breeds—
Or vanish: golden grain to lead.
Newer gods replace the old.
Champions of faith make war.
Wilderness has always bore
Children made of bone—as cold
As distant heaven—hot as hell.
The prophets die, becoming dust;
The word of God, a cooling gust
That blows the grave where remnants dwell.



“A middle-aged Californian, on a self-proclaimed mission to help American troops, armed himself with a dagger, a pistol, a sword, Christian texts, hashish and night vision goggles and headed to the lawless tribal areas between Afghanistan and Pakistan to hunt down, single-handedly, Osama Bin Laden.”
– Sabrina Tavernise & Salman Masood, The New York Times, June 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/16/world/asia/16pstan.html?hp



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Mind and Skin Control [Twitter Found Poem, June 15, 2010]

Mind and Skin Control [Twitter Found Poem, June 15, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Enhance your occult mind control stamina
by boosting your aura with special mind blowing hats.
Mickey Mouse ears means their mind is blown
in terms of the occult mind control.
a foot tall stove pipe hat
and You are Abraham Lincoln.
pompadour wig w sideburns &
You are Kim Jung-il... portly Asian Elvis.

they want to numb their mind.
with special mind blowing occult mind control.
they need to be washed with bleach.
Give them occult mind control...
Salute the Flag mind control...
execute DPRK & scratch off their skin
skin control... so we'll see what the outcome is
with special mind blowing hats.

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Monday, June 14, 2010

Man vs. Food [Guest Twitter Found Poem, June 14, 2010, by Ryan Ridge]

Man vs. Food [Guest Twitter Found Poem, June 14, 2010]
Ryan Ridge
From June 13, 2010
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

My chicken scratch
is like decoding a serial killer's
rambling manifesto.
After they read my Chicken Manifesto
they will violently revolt.
Man vs. Food is simultaneously
inspiring and revolting.
Man vs. Food is my future calling.
I think my future wife
just prank called me.
I think I’m very drunk.
I think I see smoke.
I think food will be the death of me
someday.


Bio: Ryan Ridge writes and teaches in Southern California. Recent work has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Abjective, Corium, DIAGRAM, elimae, Fact-Simile, JMWW, The Los Angeles Review, and elsewhere. He maintains an archive of past work here.


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From Spice to Stone [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), June 14, 2010]

From Spice to Stone [Today's News Poem (Sonnet), June 14, 2010]

The spice is heated first no matter how
It's taken: needles, clean in leather bags;
Or smoke that flees the room and winds through boughs
Of deodar and rides a breeze—and drags
The user near the helicopter blades
That carry ammunition home to bone
And brick. The soldiers—far from home, on raids
To burn the crop—have found a trove in stone:
Beneath the deodars and graves of moss;
Below the gust of chopper blades in flight;
Beside the fields of poppies; where a loss
Can dissipate inside the wind at night:
A mechanism eats the roots in soil,
And poisons what is left, to rake the spoils.

“The United States has discovered nearly $1 trillion in untapped mineral deposits in Afghanistan, far beyond any previously known reserves and enough to fundamentally alter the Afghan economy and perhaps the Afghan war itself, according to senior American government officials.”
– James Risen, June 13, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/14/world/asia/14minerals.html?ref=business

“As such, Klare is not hopeful about Afghanistan’s future, believing it will inevitably come to resemble Nigeria—with a veneer of democracy, constant violence, and most people remaining mired in poverty.”
– Haley Cohen, Vanity Fair, June 14, 2010
http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2010/06/the-resource-curse-why-lithium-may-spell-misery-for-afghanistan.html

“Mr Galbraith, who was removed from his job after being outspoken over last year’s disputed Afghan presidential election, on Tuesday hinted that Mr Karzai was not only corrupt, but also a drug addict. “Some of the palace insiders say [Karzai] has a certain fondness for some of Afghanistan’s most profitable exports,” Mr Galbraith told MSNBC.”
– Edward Luce and Daniel Dombey, The Financial Times, April 7 2010 00:21 GMT
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/0/eb5a9ed6-41d1-11df-865a-00144feabdc0.html

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Today's News Poem & Guest Twitter Found Poem Coming Up, But First...

If you're a regular reader, you know I'm always looking for ways to promote Toylit & am constantly shifting my tactics. For now, I think Stumbleupon is the most effective means of promotion. So if you appreciate all the hard work I put in to Toylit, then please help spread the word. I hate to nag, but Stumbleupon is the most effective means of promotion for Toylit so far. If you don't have an account and you want to help Toylit, set one up and promote as many Toylit URLs as possible. The more I get self-perpetuating promotion, the more I can focus on writing & editing, instead of promoting pre-existing writing.

So Stumbleupon for now is my favorite applause. Checking out my sponsors is my second favorite form, but I appreciate any and all promotions you do for Toylit.

That's all. Enjoy Today's News Poem & Guest Twitter Found Poem.

PS: Here's a how-to guide for promoting Toylit on Stumbleupon:

1)www.stumbleupon.com
2)Make a new account.
3)Open a second browser window.
4)Go to http://toylit.blogspot.com
5)Click the stumbleupon badge on the right side of the page.
6)If someone else already promoted the page first, there will be a green button. When you click it, it will go black.
7)If someone else did not promote the page, you will be sent to a submission page. Put 'poetry' in the tags section, click 'safe for work' and if you want to put a blurb in underneath, go for it. Something catchy for the casual browser.
8)I keep a promotions file to save having to retype things. I use alt-tab to bounce between applications and I can usually get 20 promotions done in 3-5 minutes. If I have to copy & paste a blurb for stumbleupon, that makes it more like 7-10 minutes.

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Origami Theremin vs Lady Luck's Maker [Twitter Found Poem, June 14, 2010]

Origami Theremin vs Lady Luck's Maker [Twitter Found Poem, June 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Lady Luck commands my eviction.
I expect Mt. Scott to erupt pretty soon.
I expect earthquakes, a blizzard, ice, tornado, hail and flooding.
I expect ENERGY !!!!!!!!!!!!

it was just the power. i was shaking.
nobody else joined my theremin quest!
Even though the theremin alarm Siren
Kills Over 9000 and looks cool.

There's no time to waste!
Point to the left and ride that wave
of ENERGY!!!!!!!!!!!!
to meet my maker...
I fold my eviction notice into an origami
theremin alarm Siren...
and yes, my shit started blinking...
and yes earthquakes, a blizzard, ice,
tornado, hail and flooding... ENERGY
powers my origami theremin alarm Siren...

my quest: going to meet Lady Lucks maker
going to Point my origami theremin alarm Siren
at Lady Lucks maker...
going to Point to the left and ride that wave!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Sunday, June 13, 2010

The Third Nature [Today's News Poem, June 13, 2010]

The Third Nature [Today's News Poem, June 13, 2010]

They're stuck in this canyon of timber. They're waiting,
Like me, for the bus and they're dazzled by flickers
Of gasses so noble they brighten the evening
With gold—like the color of beer from a bottle.
The shards of a day that was lost fill the gutter.
The vapors ascend and combine with the moisture
Of fog on the hill and a figure approaches.
His balance maintained by the sidewalk, his breathing
Is fortified wine and his ear has a diamond
As small as the lamp at the edge of my vision.
He asks me for money. I hold up my transfer
To silence his plea—but he mumbles and rambles:
“Yeah crack's what I hoped for. You saw that. And still you
Are listening. Something tonight on the corner
Has changed me. I saw her—this tranny. She looked like
That Lucy... umm... Liu. And I know what we think and
We do makes the diff'rence in life and it's nothing
To look, but to touch her I'd earn it all back. I'm
A playa' who stepped off the game and I needed
To tell you I'm stuck and I'm hooked on the city.
And never before would I think I would ever
Confess to a man, or a stranger I want her.
I do. It's just... damn... when a man is more woman
Than woman I'll drink to her beautiful nature.”
And later I read of the snakes in the desert;
The hollow ones burst and from steel to the river;
Their contents have mingled with water. Pollution's
Ephemeral: mixed with the salt, in a body
Of desert. The earth isn't poisoned, it slumbers
Inanimate. Life too, is gone in an instant.

“A pipeline carrying mid-grade crude oil to Chevron Corp's 45,000 barrel per day (bpd) Salt Lake City refinery was shut on Saturday after leaking oil into a creek that feeds Utah's Great Salt Lake, said a fire department spokesman on Sunday.”
– Erwin Seba, Reuters, Sun Jun 13, 2010 5:29pm EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE65C2VL20100613?type=domesticNews

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Acid Burn the Lord British Chemistry Professor [Twitter Found Poem, June 13, 2010]

Acid Burn the Lord British Chemistry Professor [Twitter Found Poem, June 13, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Beginning to believe that science
is a made up conspiracy of snakeoil salesmen.
I'm depressed, that's why I eat a lot
and watch World Cup football on the computer.

im happy to know that
Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
Only after we turndown great scientific opportunity
can we nod off to sleep happy knowing
we fight for it,I mean the big lie of course.

Yes I'm a bit sad about that!
but we have satellite internet, it should work forever.
we Acid Burn Lord British Chemistry Professor
live on the telly and watch an amazing
execution app on the computer...
we are free to...

FUCK FUCK FUCK!! It still won't work!
Why can't I get World Cup football
live on the telly? Why can't I
WORK AGAIN FROM 5 TO 10PM?
what happened to my job?
If each one of US donated just a few thousand dollars
would we get WORK back?
World Cup satellite internet football back?
un-Acid Burn Lord British Chemistry Professor?
go to sleep happy knowing we watched an amazing match
on the telly and not have to cook anyone lunch?
do we have enough $ to fix this mess?

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Saturday, June 12, 2010

Anesthesia For Dreams [Today's News Poem, June 12, 2010]

Anesthesia For Dreams [Today's News Poem, June 12, 2010]

My youth was a dream and the world was too fleeting—
Too soft. I was numb as my puberty vanished
To studies and wages. I wasted that moment
I waited—like Prufrock—too long in deciding.
It passed and a fungus has spread past my ankles.
My pulverized teeth from the decades of gnashing
Are cracked and the doctors are puzzled; the experts
Confused by this rotting. They cover my surface
With topical ointments. I'm waxen. My body
Is brittle. The organs are failing, no matter
The claims of the voices from boxes. I notice
The quadrangles speak and allay all my terrors.
I wake at that moment with caps on incisors.
And somehow the surface of things has a logic
I missed all these years. Now I'm numbing the limits
Of what I expected and leave it to masters
Of detail to map out my personal progress;
To drain from my pelt all those troublesome innards
And lead me away from this squandered potential.

“One was a spoiled child so prone to fits of rage — fights, screamed insults, threats — that his parents began taking him to psychiatrists at age 6 and medicating him in a vain struggle to control his moods... The other was arrested three times in less than four months for petty crimes, and seemed like an aimless youth — until he developed a passion for a strict version of Islam that shocked and alienated his Dominican family.”
РKareem Fahim, Richard P̩rez-Pe̱a and Karen Zraick, The New York Times, June 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/06/12/nyregion/12suspects.html?hp

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One Hour STD [Twitter Found Poem, June 12, 2010]

One Hour STD [Twitter Found Poem, June 12, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

i think if the world was left in the hands of some of u
it would be a giant weed smoking std stricken orgy.
So Hooray for the sun! One more hour to Nova! Woohoo!
One hour std! Enhance your Nova sun enjoyment
by cracking open your tv and castrating yourself with a
Tiny Dark Skinned Ladyboy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

open your Artificial Vagina Bible...
Dramatically Enhance Sexual Experience Through
castrating yourself and getting Sarah Palin breast implants!
CUT that tiny penis off
love that Tiny Dark Skinned Ladyboy!

did Tiny Dark Skinned Ladyboy get u
More Infected Than Thought?
did u get More HIV Infected head/butt shots
from Tiny Dark Skinned Ladyboy usage
Than u Thought?
No worries.
Listen to the low atonal droning
of the giant sun!
One more second to Nova! Woohoo!

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