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Saturday, July 24, 2010

Mass Sacrifice for Temple Rites [Today's News Poem, July 24, 2010]

Mass Sacrifice for Temple Rites [Today's News Poem, July 24, 2010]

Temple rites:
kiss of life. Burrows of flesh
enfolding.

Fists of chests
grip and pound. Echoes of shrieks
in tunnels.

See those limbs?
Heads at sea founder and sink
from shoulder—

kneeward; down
where the tide's legs and all boots:
and sirens

open up,
catching songs, dirges—the wails
and swallow.

“Officials and eyewitnesses spoke of a mass stampede in which people were trampled under foot. At least 40 others were injured, some seriously, and many police and ambulance personnel were seen giving the kiss of life to victims.”
– The Telegraph, 6:03PM BST 24 Jul 2010
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/germany/7908522/18-dead-in-Love-Parade-stampede.html


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Trampled by We [#twitterfoundpoem July 24, 2010]

Trampled by We [#twitterfoundpoem July 24, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

dont be friendly with 'm 'm mass panic.
in india the hindus trample themselve,
in 'm mecca the muslims
and now in germany, those that listen to cheap 'm 'm 'm 'm music.
be friendly with enemies.
Okay, maybe not kittens for enemies,
But goose stepping cheap music mass panic
could definitely trample a bed of pretty kittens right now, though.
Okay, maybe the RIOT grilled kittens taste good
to The mob! maybe cheap 'm 'm music 'm 'm mass panic
and religious frenzies make good enemies.
be friendly with enemies because enemies are stupid we
Anyway, cattle prod to the testicles ends
all good Riots. and like all good
religions of Fear, trampling a bed of pretty flowers
ends all good people.


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Friday, July 23, 2010

Hemoglobin Quake [Today's News Poem, July 23, 2010]

Hemoglobin Quake [Today's News Poem, July 23, 2010]

I could drive to the center of earthquake: grind sand dollars and accident the waves. Don a scuba tank and flop in the foam. Ride on the surf of the beach and the undertow pulling me down to the fish and the vents full of heat. The bubbles may wobble and yet I can feel that urge to present what I have to that gurgle of Gods. An ancient one clutching a crucifix. A ship, haunted by seaweed. A blizzard of trash in currents is looming. An ice age of plastic; a half life of polystyrene. Becoming a sand dab, I burrow. Becoming a drill bit, I gnaw deeper. In repose, my hemoglobin starves, shakes, then stills.

“Earthquake Details:
Magnitude 3.5
Distances: 5 km (3 miles) NNW (331°) from Pacifica, CA
5 km (3 miles) WSW (237°) from Daly City, CA
5 km (3 miles) WSW (254°) from Colma, CA
15 km (9 miles) SW (215°) from San Francisco City Hall, CA”
– USGS; Friday, July 23, 2010 at 21:29:10 UTC, Friday, July 23, 2010 at 02:29:10 PM at epicenter
http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/recenteqsus/Quakes/nc71436076.html

http://earthquake.usgs.gov/earthquakes/dyfi/events/nc/71436076/us/index.html

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Combatwords for July 23, 2010 at Trickwithaknife

Friday night and you need a fight? Go to Trickwithaknife

Richard Cheese sings about the pleasure principle:



Can't find the pure song, but here's an annoying product placement video w/ Richard Cheese singing Girls Girls Girls:



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Destination: Darkness [#twitterfoundpoem July 23, 2010]

Destination: Darkness [#twitterfoundpoem July 23, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

Subliminal messaging in music:
being chased by pitbulls and rotweilers.
FISH!!! hate them shits.
alligators? hate them.
pump dat bass!!!

in music I am Falling off a skyscraper
whilst pumpin gas for my car and I terrorize the
gas station. someone is getting shot
whilst I pump dat bass!!!

I lock my car doors whilst pumpin bass.
the pitch darkness is coming. it swirls around my car.
I hear FISH, rotweilers, alligators, pitbulls... bees
outside my car in the pitch darkness.
lol yea I drive!!!

somewhere, someone jumped in front of a train whilst
that someone pumped dat Subliminal messaging in music.
somewhere, someone is getting messaging in music...
Falling in love... being attacked by bees in the pitch darkness...
being pushed off a skyscraper: all these things are
ANY OF THE FINAL DESTINATIONS!!!
and lol yea I drive somewhere, ANY somewhere
with my music pumpin; chased by pitbulls, pitch darkness,
and dat bass!!!


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Thursday, July 22, 2010

Windshield to the Soul [Today's News Poem, July 22, 2010]

Windshield to the Soul [Today's News Poem, July 22, 2010]

I) Abandon the Apartment
Stacked in columns—expired and spent—
Monuments to the emptiness
Choices offer the drinking gent:
Loyal soldiers of my distress.

II) Owens Valley to Fresno
Prison camps for the Japanese,
Rabbit guts on the interstate;
Desert frost in the night will freeze
Windshield-water, opaque in slates.

III) Guided by Stars on the Freeway
Stars and twinkles of dreams are vast;
Constellations above us spill.
Now the middle of night is past:
Relative to our speed, we're still.

IV) Final Scene in Burning Vehicle
Don't you listen; my screams are lies.
Look! My atoms are casting shade!
Plastic blends with me! Send my eyes
Up; my ashes can stay where laid.

“A Greyhound bus traveling to Sacramento from Los Angeles crashed on a highway in California's Central Valley early Thursday, killing six people and seriously injuring nine others.”
– GARANCE BURKE, Associated Press, July 22, 2010, 5:20 PM EDT
http://hosted.ap.org/dynamic/stories/U/US_CALIF_BUS_CRASH

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Huffing On All That Bullshit [#twitterfoundpoem July 22, 2010]

Huffing On All That Bullshit [#twitterfoundpoem July 22, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

thinking about my secret formula for mediocre thinkers!
why would i wanna give it back?? What's in it for me??
why shouldn't you people dream tiny?? anyone who says
something is not possible should stay that way.
one-track-minds are one-trick-minds.
Anyhow It's not like you know how to reverse it
you would just file the formula in your special folder, #trashcan.

my secret formula for mediocre thinkers is a chinese finger trap
of 140 words, shitty movies, stupid ppl, NEVER
any good Poetry; just this "Pieces of My Broken Heart" shit;
and a brown brown nose, huffing on all that bullshit.
why would i wanna give it back ??
you dream tiny and call it BIG!!


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Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Vignettes From the White Collar Rebellion [Today's News Poem, July 21, 2010]

Vignettes From the White Collar Rebellion [Today's News Poem, July 21, 2010]

Forge. Fake. Find. Feign. Fuck. Foul. Flee. Fence.
“Taxi man wait. I'll pay you triple your gate.”
Stopped in a space. I took my drive to that place.
Business blackmail; I put my files up for sale.
Marked for death—still, I keep ahead with my skill.
Laugh. Lie. Look. Loot. Lean. Leap. Luck. Lost.
Banker hitmen are shooting bullets and pens;
Gaining on me, I hijacked cab through the trees.
Died. My ID deleted. Hidden, I'm free:
Planning attacks. I know the system will crack.
Gripe. Group. Grip guns. Grunt. Grant. Glow. Gain.
Anarchists plan for panic. Riots will fan.
Oracles wake from losers. Slackers will shake
Secrets from trees, the slavers pass us the keys.
Crumble! Else make society from the flakes.
Seek. Save. Strive. Spare. Smelt. Shape. Seal. Surge.

“Federal Reserve Chairman Ben S. Bernanke painted a generally downbeat picture of the U.S. economy Wednesday, saying the overall outlook is "unusually uncertain" and predicting that unemployment will remain stubbornly high for several years.”
– Walter Hamilton, Los Angeles Times, July 21, 2010, 1:28p.m.
http://www.latimes.com/business/la-fi-bernanke-20100722,0,4835674.story



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Progress [Guest News Poem, by Valerie Valdes, July 21, 2010]

Progress [Guest News Poem, by Valerie Valdes, July 21, 2010]

A process unending, as slow as a glacier
receding from valleys left fertile behind it.
So chickens are born from Jurassic ancestors,
a commonplace phoenix with eons-old ashes.
But mankind believed he had already finished
the circular race that each creature is running
in small, ceaseless circles concentrically soaring
up toward that pinnacle: nature’s perfection.
To find human footsteps deflowering virginal
forests instead of revisiting pathways
worn down by familiar forms of a phenotype
reduces exclusive to merely conventional.
As mountains are scaled, each believed to be tallest,
beyond them clouds part to reveal peaks much higher.
* * * * *
Adventures in Very Recent Evolution (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/20/science/20adapt.html)
"Many have assumed that humans ceased to evolve in the distant past, perhaps when people first learned to protect themselves against cold, famine and other harsh agents of natural selection. But in the last few years, biologists peering into the human genome sequences now available from around the world have found increasing evidence of natural selection at work in the last few thousand years, leading many to assume that human evolution is still in progress.
“I don’t think there is any reason to suppose that the rate has slowed down or decreased,” says Mark Stoneking, a population geneticist at the Max Planck Institute for Evolutionary Anthropology in Leipzig, Germany."
--Nicholas Wade, The New York Times, July 19, 2010

The very talented Valerie Valdes maintains her own site here: http://candleinsunshine.com/asthemoonclimbs/ and you should read it when you're done here

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DADABOMB SEX SHIP [#twitterfoundpoem July 21, 2010]

DADABOMB SEX SHIP [#twitterfoundpoem July 21, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

understand pain.
prevent pleasure.
takin dem damn burning pills...
hits hard as a SEX BOMB!
hold grudges in your heart
because your pants filled up with urine.
take SEX pills for pleasure.
take dem damn burning pills for pain.
hold urine in your heart and
grudges in your pants.
There's a pill for that.
want to break leg shoulder arm?
There's a club for that.
want to pirate an STD ship?
make the beast with two backs
with a crackhead.

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Tuesday, July 20, 2010

New Gods Scrap All of Creation [Today's News Poem, July 20, 2010]

New Gods Scrap All of Creation [Today's News Poem, July 20, 2010]

Know every thing and charge up the static:
Blade bath for birds; the air flows—erratic.

Clip off their wings. Farm planets for profits.
Death comes for herds. Kill totems and prophets.

Dice all the beasts and gifts from the stars:
Scrap-meat for feasts and wind sparks in jars.

“Google Inc's energy unit has entered into a deal to buy wind power from NextEra Energy Inc for the next 20 years to power data centers. ”
– Poornima Gupta, Reuters, Tue Jul 20, 2010 10:44am EDT
http://www.reuters.com/article/idUSTRE66J3BL20100720





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Old Stank Ass Scent of Evil [#twitterfoundpoem July 20, 2010]

Old Stank Ass Scent of Evil [#twitterfoundpoem July 20, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

How do you live smelling so horrible?
everything seems elite and posh, but it is only superficial.
fine dining is still fingering a chicken drumstick from KFC!
there are more churches than liquor stores...
and I can't get the smell of this place off me!

are we turning evil or have we succumbed
to some degenerate lifestyle? You promised
me a SCENT of evil, but How Did I get
to be as sadistic an old man as you already?
everything is still superficial.
afraid niggaz will steal yo KFC franchise?
Sic yo liquor stores on 'em!
I CAN'T STAND OLD STANK BREATHE ASS HONKEYS
tryna take a piece off me! so I got some Slave slants
for pennies a day... Wait, what am i sayin?
everything is still superficial,
I can't get that OLD STANK ass SCENT of evil off me;
There are more slaves today than ever before in human history,
and we all are slaves.

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Monday, July 19, 2010

Leaves Nothing Behind [Today's News Poem, July 19, 2010]

Leaves Nothing Behind [Today's News Poem, July 19, 2010]

The seers, who are trained to seek clues in the patterns
Of tea leaves, ignore the impending disaster.
So villagers gather their harvest to worship
The kindness of air as their vegetables wither:
A blaze for the feast of the priests, where the goblets
Are filled with the last of the port... and they empty
The contents of grapevines and peer at the bottom.
Their fortune? It's nothing but gold for a casket.

“The euro? It’s finished, Mr. Hendry proclaims. China? Headed for a fall. President Obama? “If there was a way to short Obama, I would,” Mr. Hendry said.”
– Julia Werdigier, The New York Times, July 19, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/20/business/global/20hedge.html?hp

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nuysYXlJ43I

“I'm worried there isn't a better tomorrow.”
– Hugh Hendry





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Debased Ace [#twitterfoundpoem July 19, 2010]

Debased Ace [#twitterfoundpoem July 19, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

I've been part of the problem for years.
I've had Panic Attacks and Anxiety Problems
and spent my last cent on an Energy Healer.
I've been Chugging medium-range Problems for years.
then I saw the sign on a brick wall.
a poster for my heart, I saw the sign.
"are you a part of the problem?"
it asked and it opened up my heart. I saw the sign.

I saw the wall and I'm unacceptable.
I saw the wall, another brick in the wall;
It fell and crushed my face! I saw the wall
and It opened up my chest
and it opened up my heart. I saw the sign:
A guaranteed anti-anxiety package. yes!
then WOW I woke up with a drunk face
in need of thought control!!!

I opened up my chest and I found
a cold cavity where my heart used to be.
I would be part of the Solution.
the Solution is more important than Life:
another brick in my chest. I saw the sign:
and I opened up a Certification Program
for thought control for I saw the sign!!!






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Sunday, July 18, 2010

Feast of Stones [Today's News Poem, July 18, 2010]

Feast of Stones [Today's News Poem, July 18, 2010]

The lovers are reaching one hundred degrees.
The blankets are trapping the fricative heat.
And deeper! The two of them breathing, they beat
Together—a furnace by passion's decree.

The bride will wear gemstones—a mineral crown.
The groom will bring water he stores in his veins;
And joined with a shaft, both the lovers remain
Interred for a feast of the stones 'till they drown.

“At least 38 miners have been killed in three separate accidents in China's notoriously dangerous coal mines, according to state-run media.”
– BBC, July 18, 2010
http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-asia-pacific-10675363

“Coal makes up 70 percent of China's total primary energy consumption, and China is both the largest consumer and producer of coal in the world.”
http://www.eia.doe.gov/cabs/China/Coal.html

http://www.msha.gov/FATALS/2002/FTL02M36&37.HTM


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Dialectic Of Enallages With Wittgenstein [From This Week's Combatwords]

Dialectic Of Enallages With Wittgenstein [From this week's Combatwords]

And the nightmares were worse you said; reaching an apex
In your waking. I said it was terror—ennui, not
An invader of sleep. And you said you were riding
In a trance as you opened your eyes in the morning.
And the sleepiness, real. And this wakefulness, figment
Of a thing you’ve forgotten or haven’t the language
To just state in pure symbols. The language is failing
You: its signals are static—absolving intentions
Far beyond definitions, in spaces between us.



Relevant a little after 5:45



Scottish Cowboy Gangsta Opera-Rap



I think it sounds best if you press play on all three at once... in fact, I think I'd argue it's most complete playing all three at once. It's as if they were secretly synchronized.

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A Dictionary's Cheap [#twitterfoundpoem, July 18 2010]

A Dictionary's Cheap [#twitterfoundpoem, July 18 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

English plz!!
I don't understand a word your sayin...
you're not doing the language right.
goddamn!!English...plz!!
I don't fuck wit cheap ass, small headed
sportos, motor heads, geeks, sluts, bloods,
wastoids, dweebies, dickheads...
But I fuck wit so called englishes
so look me in the eye when I'm
talking to you, you so called English motherfucker!!

#yeahyousexybut your voice is something like Alvin & the chipmunks
your inner personality makes you ugly!
the dragon breath is awful.
you got six fuckin fingers! Wht in the fuk!
and umm... U barely speak English, you motherfucker!!
Lemme show you How to English, you motherfucker!!
*cues music*
your daddy is BADD!!!
your English is sad!!!
you got six fuckin fingers
and umm... your BADD smell lingers
so buy a fuckin word
you wannabe nerd.
Stupidity iz steep
and a Dictionary's cheap.

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Saturday, July 17, 2010

Passing Roadkill on New Ganges [Today's News Poem, July 17, 2010]

Passing Roadkill on New Ganges [Today's News Poem, July 17, 2010]

In cradles of metal, on ribbons of concrete,
We're winding the circuit, in search of the impact.
And faster than ever, who's thirsting for water
In rivers of metal on cushions of rubber?
What baptism matches this mikvah? This Ganges
Of ozone—embankments all covered with shrapnel?
A whiff of the gasoline charges the senses,
It spins all the wheels with the throbbing of motors.
And spinning ourselves into lines on the freeway
Where corpses and timber possess alike masses;
We're winding in circuits, in search of the impact
That follows the thrill of rebirth in a cradle
Of plastic and steel—where velocities matter.

“Long Beach police found a man's body Friday off an embankment of the 405 Freeway, but said there was no obvious signs of trauma. ”
– Teresa Watanabe, LA Times, July 16, 2010
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/lanow/2010/07/dead-man-found-on-embankment-of-405-freeway-in-long-beach.html



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Drunk Fuck Anti-Christ Friends [#twitterfoundpoem, July 17, 2010]

Drunk Fuck Anti-Christ Friends [#twitterfoundpoem, July 17, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

get out of this awful city.
Go Party today in the wilderness.
You loved it? the wilderness? nature and stuff??
Wow! That's impressive.
You really are the anti-christ.
well guess what??
the hunt for precious life starts today!!!!
Hunt this awful city:
go fishing for a regular people,
with dollars, from rooftops.
lead your friends, the killer elk,
Back home to your neighborhood.
drive them Back home if you must.
may You, God, and your drunk fuck anti-christ friends
Crash into some power boxes
and burn the awful city
into a beautiful wilderness.

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Friday, July 16, 2010

CombatWords for July 16-18 Over at Trickwithaknife

Shoot at the mule and you'll have to apologize.



Laugh at the Mule and you DIE!!

Go to CombatWords and beware its harmless looking mules. http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=827

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Square Yard of Space in Space [Today's News Poem, July 16, 2010]

Square Yard of Space in Space [Today's News Poem, July 16, 2010]

My sentence commuted, I lived in the yardage
Raskolnikov mentioned for beasts in the city.
My lovers were gulls and they rode on the thermals;
Surveying the prison surrounded by ocean.
And outside the refuse is clattering—rolling
Away and I climbed out my window to listen
For sirens and buses—emergency's traces.
The panes in the walls of the cubes in the boxes
Are shows that I watch. I consider the reasons
They're jailed in this canyon of echoing menace.
Descending the ladder, I walk to the parklet:
A sliver with tenants that predate this prison.
A netting of cables and boughs keeps me grounded.
And even the peak of the hill I've ascended
Is crowned with a cloud that is punctured with spotlights:
A halo of glamor; the urban sky glowing.
I notice antennae are pointed directly
Above us, to space and away from our planet.

“While these structures spring from the clash and synthesis of Adam Smith and Mao Zedong, they also reflect the breakneck speed at which sprawl is entangling cities worldwide. ”
– Christoph Gielen and Tim Doody, The New York Times, July 16, 2010
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2010/07/16/chinas-instant-cities/?hp


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UNBELIEVERS Pledge Allegiance to the Flag [#twitterfoundpoem July 16, 2010]

UNBELIEVERS Pledge Allegiance to the Flag [#twitterfoundpoem July 16, 2010]
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You secretly root for the villain.
HELLBOUND HEPCATS, UNBELIEVERS,
GRAVEYARD JUNKIES.... You root for them all.
your heart feels heavy and You secretly feel defeated.
and You wonder how those who have lost their mind
find that special someone next to them.
You wonder if they all secretly root for the villain.
You root for the junkie when he takes stolen goods
to a drug dealer in exchange for narcotics.
You root for the cop when he bashes the head
of a defeated man. You wonder how a Hero
could look like a villain as You secretly take
stolen goods to your dealer in exchange for narcotics
and pledge allegiance to the flag.


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Thursday, July 15, 2010

Epicycles in the Singular Season of Laughter [Today's News Poem, July 15, 2010]

Epicycles in the Singular Season of Laughter [Today's News Poem, July 15, 2010]

The carousel spins and the children are laughing.
A midsummer idle on playgrounds of plastic,
Which covers the asphalt that smothers the hillside.
A macrophage colony hibernates, waiting
For junctures to cycle; to shatter the casing.
Above them the offspring are leaping from elders,
To slides, and to labor—then diving to meadows.
The lichen corrodes what remains of their markers.
The spin on an axis that orbits the system
That chases the center; in spirals repeating
Forever: a lattice of order, descending
From cackles in morning to silence—eternal.

“Congress on Thursday gave final approval to an overhaul of the nation’s financial regulatory system, intended to address the causes of the 2008 economic crisis and rewrite the rules for a more complex — and mistrustful — era on Wall Street. ”
– David M. Herszenhorn, The New York Times, July 15, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/16/business/16regulate.html?_r=1&hp

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Lifetime Supply of Anorexic Stick Figures [#twitterfoundpoem July 15, 2010]

Lifetime Supply of Anorexic Stick Figures [#twitterfoundpoem July 15, 2010]
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if u have no goals or ambition in life,
ur the winner OF the competition !!!
play the game AND become the winner.
we c u hiding behind dat relationship with ur God:
yourself!!! play the game...become the winner.

we remember when you were anorexic...
we know how you have been Preventing
FOOD from reaching the homes
OF teenagers... old people...
SITTIN IN THE HOUSE ABOUT TO DIE OF STARVATION
Thinkin they WANA LOOK ANOREXIC!!!

ur the winner OF the competition !!!
you become the winner...right?
you made the world in ur image:
ANOREXIC stick figures.
you OF course have changed course!!!
AND Now u have no goals or ambition in life...
except TO take all the FOOD
for u AND all the other ex- ANOREXIC fatasses...
but Now u have all the ANOREXIC stick figures
u could ever want !!! who needs to diet Now?!
U the winner!!! !!!


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Wednesday, July 14, 2010

Marionette Passion Play [Today's News Poem, July 14, 2010]

Marionette Passion Play [Today's News Poem, July 14, 2010]

Life is a farce and we players are puppets;
Scripted for vows to the thunder, as showers
Pour in a baptismal deluge that signals
Heroes are here! And detaching from strings he
Notices water is nothing but dampness.
Stages of tragedy, comedy happen.
Mannequins plead up the strings to their master:
Fate or the writer at least. What was scripted?
Scissors for wire. Yet he climbs up the ladder,
Grabs all the rods and continues the program.

““The Sorcerer’s Apprentice” is the latest movie about an ordinary fellow — it’s almost always a fellow — who is, all of a sudden and to his great astonishment, dragged into an epochal, supernatural battle between good and evil. ”
– A.O. Scott, The New York Times, July 13, 2010
http://movies.nytimes.com/2010/07/14/movies/14sorcerer.html?hpw



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Life Attack Claims Another Cleaning Lady [#twitterfoundpoem, July 14, 2010]

Life Attack Claims Another Cleaning Lady [#twitterfoundpoem, July 14, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

she tryna tell er body to behave
sayin it can't take rejection again.
they're going to deny er from getting organs
so er body Better behave:
it might be all she has.
she tryna tell er body to wake up
and take the bus to work even though
er organs is sayin they can't take it again.
even the bus rejects er ticket
"this is just fucking ridiculous"
er good heart says.
but er chopped liver groans
and er conscience remains silent.

she tryna hang on to the railing.
she is having a Life attack.
she drops er bag of cleaning supplies...
she falls down bus stairs.

Life fucks everyone in front of everyone.
the scariest of all rapes:
Life pulls apart er cankles and rapes er
in the street. she takes the rape of Life
in the scariest of all rapes.
and the bus driver and passengers are just
watching as Life rapes er body,
Never realizing they are also Life
and that they also rape er,
and that Life also rapes Their conscience
while they are just watching
as Life rapes the Old cleaning lady to DEATH.


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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

The Masters of Pilgrims [Today's News Poem, July 13 2010]

The Masters of Pilgrims [Today's News Poem, July 13 2010]

The mind is the way to a man's legs.
The tendons are triggered by his nerves.
And nervous, he walks in the hot sand,
With leaves in the way of the sunlight.
Submission to promises that last
To graves if not longer, he must hope.

Believers in nerves in the sky beg
Salvation from clouds and their faith serves
A master of shadows. The palm brands
Abduction with cover for one sleight
Of many that God must have let past:
He prays he is blind to the plan's scope.

“The scientist, Shahram Amiri, 32, vanished during a pilgrimage to Saudi Arabia in June 2009, and Iran accused the United States of abducting and torturing him. He had worked at Iran’s Malek Ashtar University, which is linked to the powerful Revolutionary Guards.”
– Salman Masood and Alan Cowell, The New York Times, July 13, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/14/world/middleeast/14iran.html?_r=1&hp


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Cyborg Answers the Turing Halting Problem [#twitterfoundpoem July 13, 2010]

Cyborg Answers the Turing Halting Problem [#twitterfoundpoem July 13, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

sequences leading to infinity Are quite disgusting.
in short scientific terms a methodology that is
automatic, Axiomatic, Algorithmic can punch your heart.
a closed system methodology that endorses prevention, lowers costs,
and improves the quality of profits can change your gears.
Imagine a new reimbursement methodology that endorses
a bad microchip implant and explants your brain.
Imagine your profit with a personality Explant!
sequences leading to infinity have a Halting Problem
but you will not have that Problem.
you Are a closed system but profit is never infinite.





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Monday, July 12, 2010

Pangloss Versus Pekar [Today's News Poem, July 12, 2010]

Pangloss Versus Pekar [Today's News Poem, July 12, 2010]

The pumpkin is winding its tendrils and strangling
The kumquat. The weaklings must wither and offer
Their lives to the strength of the plunderer: mighty
And blithe. And the smoke of the city combined with
The fog... yet the birds are still nesting. The pigeons
And crows are discussing the various merits
Of carcass and carrion; garbage and spoilage.
An airplane is circling the neighborhood—higher
Than hawks, thus the lord of the firmament. Higher,
The clouds are discharging a bolt sent to scupper
The god of titanium shaped as an eagle;
Igniting the pine with a nest full of hatchlings.
A flame in dry grass soon consumes my whole garden.

“Here's a phrase you don't often hear in regard to Harvey Pekar: role model... Even more, he yielded nothing, angering those who might help him for what at times seemed like capricious reflex... And yet, to watch those clips now on YouTube is to see something authentic and subversive, the talk show as Dadaist political experiment, in which the power of the open mike is used, even for a few minutes, to pry back the slick veneer of entertainment culture and expose the contradictions underneath. ”
– David Ulin, Los Angeles Times, July 13, 2010 Edition; accessed, 8:40pm July 12, 2010
http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/news/la-et-pekar-appreciation-20100713,0,6170883.story

“Research into grammar by academics at Northumbria University suggests that a significant proportion of native English speakers are unable to understand some basic sentences... The supposition that everyone in a linguistic community shares the same grammar is a central tenet of Noam Chomsky's theory of universal grammar. The theory assumes that all children learn language equally well and that there must therefore be an underlying common structure to all languages that is somehow "hard-wired" into the brain. ”
– Science Daily, July 6, 2010
http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2010/07/100706082156.htm

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Death of Kvetch King [#twitterfoundpoem July 12, 2010]

Death of Kvetch King [#twitterfoundpoem July 12, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

America just got a little less splendid...
the tragedys not that things are broken, its thats theyre blended
Together, and therefore defeated.
America migrated, and therefore depleted
Your Privacy, Your freedom: Deleted.

scientists speculated that America was Harvey Pekar.
When he died its Glory faded like a star.
Your freedom, Is Illusion
when complaints become intrusion:
kvetchers are a healthy body politic protrusion.

Silence is knavery;
good manners: slavery.


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