Debased Ace [#twitterfoundpoem July 19, 2010]

Debased Ace [#twitterfoundpoem July 19, 2010]
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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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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]
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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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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]
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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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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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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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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]
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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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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]
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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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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]
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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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Anointed With Holy Oil [Today's News Poem, July 11, 2010]

Anointed With Holy Oil [Today's News Poem, July 11, 2010]

Growth takes so long and destruction so rapid,
Wonder elates me. I wander the orchard
Carelessly, stopping to nibble the olives.
Tasting the dirt and the nutrients hidden
Under the rocks in the dust of this wasteland.
Born in neglect and renewing its progress—
Offspring gone wild are the remnants of order.

Eating the fruit of the summer in winter
Conquers the meekness that seeks to inherit.
Builders of boats have transported decanters,
Trading the fruit for a box filled with treasure;
Plundering plowshares with sword-points of iron—
Pruning the cities with bronze at the spear-tip;
Blowing up mountains with barrels of powder:

Blessing the graveyards with regular water—
Oiling the pan for the chickens they slaughter.

“Because there was no custom of eating olives among Afghans, almost the entire crop, 2,600 tons a year, was shipped to Russia in the late 1970s… Mr. Hakim, who is 51 and like many Afghans has only one name, witnessed the farms’ growth as a college student here and was inspired, but never imagined that he would have the chance to direct the farms. The orchards and modern farms seemed to him a kind of utopian dream that had come to life in the rocky Afghan soil... Then, in the early 1980s, disaster struck. The mujahedeen movement to oust the Soviets, who by then were controlling the government, started in neighboring Kunar Province, and the regiment of Afghan troops guarding the farms was sent to fight the Afghan rebels.
Security deteriorated and vandals began to maraud at night, stealing farm equipment and even the steel rods used to stabilize the cooperatives’ concrete buildings, said Hajji Hanifullah Khan, the manager of one of the farms that is only now beginning to work again. ”
– Alissa J Rubin, The New York Times, July 11, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/11/world/asia/11afghan.html?hpw

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Cross-Time Epistolary [Twitter Found Poem, July 11, 2010]

Cross-Time Epistolary [Twitter Found Poem, July 11, 2010]
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a short message encoded inside
a confederacy of reference...
obscure and ancient text...
craziness...
who was i?? who i was??
inside that book
someone STILL knew.

I had vaporized an imposter
before the madness.
but afterward I was STILL filled with craziness...
and inside that ancient book someone
STILL knew who i was??

I composed my own book.
when multiplied by millions of words
the result brought ancient Generations
my code of obscure craziness...
I knew who they were too.
I brought them my own book
and changed the course of history
and shared my madness with the ancestors:
a Periodic Table of dunces.
Chemistry was never the same.

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Stoned and High: In Search of the Final Reward [Today's News Poem, July 10, 2010]

Stoned and High: In Search of the Final Reward [Today's News Poem, July 10, 2010]

We all know the answer—the question's too simple.
Instead, methamphetamine clouds join the thunder
Of sugar and caffeine; to addle the senses.
It's faster than ever. A hurricane gathers
And carries the waitresses, truckers and farmers
On powdery wings—that are dripping with whiteness—
And passes the mountains of opiates, ganja,
And alcohol: passengers spinning too quickly
To notice the flatness beneath them. And sleeping
Inside of the base of the mountain, the dreamers
Are scarcely aware of the action of living
Outside of their dream—of the scurrying sightless.
Obsessive, who still can't imagine the tempo
Of God in the clouds or the silence in temples
Of stone—and the metrics they use all avoiding
The obvious standard for filling the empty
Ennui that is drawn to rewards made of pleasure.

“That question remains at the center of an investigation into the death of David Rozga, an Iowa teenager who last month committed suicide shortly after smoking K2. Mr. Rozga, 18, had graduated from high school one week earlier and was planning to attend college in the fall. According to the police report, Mr. Rozga smoked the substance with friends and then began “freaking out,” saying he was “going to hell.” He then returned to his parents’ house, grabbed a rifle from the family’s gunroom and shot himself in the head. ”
– Malcolm Gay, The New York Times, July 10, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/11/us/11k2.html?_r=1&hp



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Nobody Suspects the Inhuman [#twitterfoundpoem, July 10, 2010]

Nobody Suspects the Inhuman [#twitterfoundpoem, July 10, 2010]
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running on pure adrenalin and nerves
the subhuman has his own knife.
he is running from the fire
past the dog walkers, gangstas, drug dealers &killers
and Leaps o're the fence with ease.

do you think the subhuman is Eternally guilty
for being a subhuman being?
he has been awake 24 hours.
running on pure adrenalin and nerves
and running from the cops
do you think the cops think
"what the hell?? this high subhuman being
is A one subhuman GANG!!"

YESS. the only thing is...
Don't fuck w/ a subhuman being!!
he takes on the fire department
and takes the piss out of them.
he knows you set him up.
he knows who is the real subhuman
who climbed up a fire escape
and about 3 fences to blame the subhuman.
nobody believes a subhuman
and nobody suspects you are inhuman.


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I'm Hosting CombatWords! at Trickwithaknife.com Right Now

Go to http://trickwithaknife.com/?p=796 to a) Watch combat, b) Judge combat, c) Participate in combat, d) a and b, e) a and c, f) b and c, g) all of the above.

Maybe we'll cross pens!



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The Pawn's Fallacy [Today's News Poem, July 9, 2010]

The Pawn's Fallacy [Today's News Poem, July 9, 2010]

Defined by my pace on the map, I'm advancing
On tiles and my options are lined up opposing
My quest for the finish. I'm destined for something
Terrific: promotion; where origins matter
Far less than the power obtained. As a monarch,
My freedom to move by my whim on the chessboard
Is limited only by king and by checkmate
That comes with a flourish. And somewhere transcending
This board I'll recover my status—exceed it
Perhaps as a king on my chessboard. I'll gather
My forces together and crush my opponents
Forever in cycles of rebirth, ascending
The ranks to the top as the king of creation.

“With the exception of the redheaded Anna Chapman, who will doubtless soon be offered a talk show and a column on a British tabloid, they do look like a dull lot compared to their Soviet forerunners - who were very good indeed at their jobs. But they have all been offered a Moscow flat and a $2,000 (£1,327) state pension - the sort of riches plenty of Muscovites can still only dream of... But although the spies will not be paupers, their lives may not be easy.”
– Alexander Anichkin, BBC, 19:07 GMT, Friday, 9 July 2010 20:07 UK
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/europe/10581574.stm



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Trust the Ascetic for Nothing [Twitter Found Poem, July 9, 2010]

Trust the Ascetic for Nothing [Twitter Found Poem, July 9, 2010]
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I gave all my worldly possessions for some peace of mind.
SERIOUSLY!!!! I Couldn't take it...
Ah, the life of the Ascetic is the better and saner way
of addressing injustice for some peace of mind:
people don't put all their trust in me for nothing.

Money isn't everything. What seems reasonable
and convincing to the inexperienced is not necessarily correct.
the life of the Ascetic is the better and saner way.

in all honesty the Ascetic Aesthetic is hot.
Asceticism is optimistic, hopeful, and cool!
Baby-making is for horny fools
and the GREEDY HUMAN!!!!!!!!!
only the Ascetic is suited for hot Baby-making
because the Ascetic already rejects all worldly pleasure.

I already gave all my worldly possessions for some peace of mind.
people put all their trust in me for nothing,
so trust in me for nothing and place your funds with me:
St Fonzie the Ascetic.



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Quarantine the Relic [Today's News Poem, July 8, 2010]

Quarantine the Relic [Today's News Poem, July 8, 2010]

The city is blowing dioxins from chimneys.
And woozy, it staggered and fell on its stomach.
The freeways have punctured its lungs with the pillars
That carry the uniformed ghosts through the ghetto;
From suburb to office, bypassing this relic.
The city is coughing up blood and the pavement
Has flecks in its drool and the faces in windows
On trains are observing the symptoms with interest.
They're watching, uncertain of whether to vomit
Or cheer as the city is bleeding and gasping
For breath, as the officers quarantine Oakland
To death.

“Word of the Johannes Mehserle involuntary manslaughter verdict utterly transformed downtown Oakland in a matter of hours from a quiet enclave of office workers into a crush of more than 1,000 angry protesters, some of whom briefly skirmished with police. ”
– Matthai Kuruvila, Kevin Fagan, Jill Tucker,Nanette Asimov, The San Francisco Chronicle, Thursday, July 8, 2010
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/07/08/BAFL1EBKII.DTL&tsp=1



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Ghetto Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla [Twitter Found Poem, July 8, 2010]

Ghetto Rainbow Bridge to Valhalla [Twitter Found Poem, July 8, 2010]
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WARRIORS, welcome to Valhalla!
Did You slide Here on a ghetto Rainbow Special
or a .38 Special of blood and #bullshit ?
Did You taste The ghetto Rainbow?
pimp cadillac purple and newport green
before your lips turned crackhead coke white ?
Did You go running through the street, naked,
screaming, "TASTE THE FREAKING RAINBOW?"
is that when You first tasted The awesome,
and very Special .38?
Life crushes and processes You, from Cockroach Brown
to baloney Pink in a concrete gray Cuisinart.
You are keen and mighty: A WARRIOR!!!!!

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Prelapsarian Pity [Today's News Poem, July 7, 2010]

Prelapsarian Pity [Today's News Poem, July 7, 2010]

Kittens amuse themselves swatting at movement;
Pitying humans. Beyond my lapsarian
State, I see flickers of something I seek to
Tame; to possess. They mature. My agrarian
Masters of vermin; the servants of silos—
Lords of the tiny: they rest with an animal
Ease that I envy beside me. I struggle
Nightly in sweat, in a nightmare of criminal
Urges against my own God. I praise nature:
Distant. My knowledge is too insurmountable:
Lethe sends its greetings with blood and with feathers,
Pigeons in pancakes all hold me accountable;
The cats at the window await for the omen
We're blind to—that hides in the cycle of season.

“Dubbed the psychic octopus, the English-born Paul (hatched at the Sea Life Park in Weymouth) has correctly predicted all of Germany's World Cup results including the 1-0 defeat last night. He predicted Germany's wins against England and Argentina, and even Serbia's defeat of Germany in the group stage... Paul's handlers at Aquarium Sea Life in the western city of Oberhausen have turned him into a betting phenomenon by putting mussels into two glass boxes, with one box having Germany's flag while the other carries the flag of their opponents. Paul is then left to choose one box to open to retrieve the mussel.”
– Mark Tran, The Guardian, July 8, 2010 Edition
http://www.guardian.co.uk/football/2010/jul/08/soccer-octopus-world-cup-final



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D Vampire Hunter... Me [Twitter Found Poem, July 7, 2010]

D Vampire Hunter... Me [Twitter Found Poem, July 7, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

No life is a waste but You are not alive. The only time
You waste is the time You spend thinking
You are alive when You are really All alone All the time.

I'm sick of feeding my soul to The vampire's society.
There's enough of that already! when I run out of soul will I
gain immortality at the expense of my soul?

I'm not a monster, I'm just a sick kid who would give anything
to have her soul back. What is The value of a soul exactly?
a mosquito that sucks life and is sucked by a Vampire

to gain immortality at the expense of my soul?
what Do I get exactly? I worked hard feeding my soul.
If Vampire society knew how hard I worked to get my soul

it wouldn’t seem so wonderful at all. All things take effort,
time and expense. You are poor and not alive.
I am alive!!!! I am a misanthrope!!!! I hate Vampire society!!!!
They attempt to include everyone. what Do I get exactly?
I know what They get: D Vampire Hunter....
me !!!!



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The Worm of Secular Humanism [Today's News Poem, July 6, 2010]

The Worm of Secular Humanism [Today's News Poem, July 6, 2010]

The worm of the page is the promise of legend.
It's turning through history. Lines on the paper
Are maggots that squirm and devour the reader.
They leap through the air through the aperture pupil
And feast on the brain—that antennae to heaven.
The signal is weakening; angels are sleeping
On clouds at the switch, while the worms made of parchment
Are hatching and eating the nerves of acceptance
Of mysteries; answering prayers with the blueprints
To build an inferno on earth—with an answer
For everything measured. The measureless vanish.

“Declaring that many parts of Thailand remain unstable, the government on Tuesday extended by three months a state of emergency that gives authorities broad powers to restrict political meetings and detain suspects without charge. ”
– Thomas Fuller, The New York Times, July 6, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/07/07/world/asia/07thailand.html

“The U.S. government’s bank stress tests a year ago helped financial stocks to rebound 36 percent over the next seven months. Europe’s plan to follow may not be as successful. ”
– Andrew MacAskill & Aaron Kirchfeld, Bloomberg Businessweek, July 6, 2010
http://www.businessweek.com/news/2010-07-06/european-banks-hidden-losses-threaten-eu-stress-test.html

“Tar balls found Sunday on eastern Galveston Island were confirmed today as coming from the Gulf oil spill, according to the U.S. Coast Guard.”
– Moises Mendoza, The Houston Chronicle, July 6, 2010
http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/metropolitan/7096109.html



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Major League Fangs [Twitter Found Poem, July 6, 2010]

Major League Fangs [Twitter Found Poem, July 6, 2010]
Tweets+Edits=#twitterfoundpoem

You've got a kind heart & it shows.
You've got to eat the champ to BEAT the champ
to be the champ.... the world champion!!!
Most folks will eat your kind heart.
they will start by breastfeeding before they
make their way to your kind heart.
they don't just let You win, & You won't win.
You eat green beans & Ginger fries!
they eat with the fangs of a Spider, a snake, or an alligator
and they will rip your fucking heart out!
You think of family first while they Bribed and blackmailed....
and You wanted to be the world champion?
when a snake tries to eat an alligator
it perhaps is biting off more than it can chew,
but You are just cotton candy trying to eat a Spider.


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