Tuesday
Why Today Sucks
Coretta Scott King = dies at 78
Samuel Alito = sworn in to U.S. Supreme Court
Dang.
Or, as captured in Whitehouse.org parody of State of the Union speech:
THE PRESIDENT: "Today our nation lost a beloved, graceful, courageous woman – Coretta Scott King – whose husband's noble dream was shoved down the throats of the Old Confederacy by Democrat turncoats. How appropriate then, that on the very day of her death, Republicans should confirm a new Supreme Court Justice who spent his Princeton days eating lunch behind a clubhouse door that read "NO NIGGERS ALLOWED." (Applause.)"
Samuel Alito = sworn in to U.S. Supreme Court
Dang.
Or, as captured in Whitehouse.org parody of State of the Union speech:
THE PRESIDENT: "Today our nation lost a beloved, graceful, courageous woman – Coretta Scott King – whose husband's noble dream was shoved down the throats of the Old Confederacy by Democrat turncoats. How appropriate then, that on the very day of her death, Republicans should confirm a new Supreme Court Justice who spent his Princeton days eating lunch behind a clubhouse door that read "NO NIGGERS ALLOWED." (Applause.)"
Monday
Ideological Orthordoxy
distinguished powers
unwarranted conclusions
size shape and color
fruity and geeked up
genuinely authentic
lord of the county
powerful presence
attention focused on I
while I look toward you
unwarranted conclusions
size shape and color
fruity and geeked up
genuinely authentic
lord of the county
powerful presence
attention focused on I
while I look toward you
Sunday
Saturday
Friday
Thursday
Unrepentant
Direct Uncomplicated Unrepentant
Arrogant notions of supremacy
In a relatively infinitesimal period
...of time
Spyholes on perpetuity
Consciousness and intellect
Truly most striking and unbelievable
Even our most commonplace of every day pleasures
...and pains
Through rhymes and inflections
Learning to maintain relationships
At points and depths of icebergs
Compartments
Nonlinear Runaway Spasms of Extreme Moments
On foot from here to there it happens
Incidental glimpse of your very own reflection
In the full-length window of some office or shop
You identify the image instantaneously as familiar
Instants before recognizing that it is in fact you
And you consider, “Oh, that’s what I look like”
But in that moment
It all solidifies
Yes that is you – for all the world
Too tall, too plump, too squat, too lean
Frowning with ill-matched garments
Goofy looking motherfucker indeed
Nearly agonizingly mortifying awareness
Yes that is you – for the entire world
No one to weigh against and context absent
No longer seventeen and perpetual
You ache in places that
Used to cooperate
And you speculate
How can one endure
All of this -- with equanimity
Incidental glimpse of your very own reflection
In the full-length window of some office or shop
You identify the image instantaneously as familiar
Instants before recognizing that it is in fact you
And you consider, “Oh, that’s what I look like”
But in that moment
It all solidifies
Yes that is you – for all the world
Too tall, too plump, too squat, too lean
Frowning with ill-matched garments
Goofy looking motherfucker indeed
Nearly agonizingly mortifying awareness
Yes that is you – for the entire world
No one to weigh against and context absent
No longer seventeen and perpetual
You ache in places that
Used to cooperate
And you speculate
How can one endure
All of this -- with equanimity
Who Wants To Die?
"...try this and tell me if you experience the same thing. When you are lying down to go to sleep, put in some ear plugs. When I use ear plugs I can hear that high-pitched tone that you usually hear only in a really quiet room. Focus on that tone. I find that it's really made up of many different tones. The highest is pretty constant, but there are lower ones in there too. As I focus on these lower ones they become more present, and as I get closer to falling asleep, they start to go kind of woooooWOOOOooooo - suddenly louder as I fall a bit asleep, then softer again, over and over wooooWOOOOOwoooooWOOOO. I'm not sure, but I think I'm hearing a sound that relates somehow to brainwaves. I can't hear this all the time, sometimes I try and just fall asleep before I hear anything. You gotta be in the halfway state."
-BDW
-BDW
Monday
Love You
Saturday
Genius
"Everybody has the same amount of genius. It’s just a matter of getting the right amount out at the right time.
-RW
p.s., I just said, “Everybody has the same amount of genius. It’s just a matter of getting the right amount out at the right time.”"
-RW
-RW
p.s., I just said, “Everybody has the same amount of genius. It’s just a matter of getting the right amount out at the right time.”"
-RW
More Haiku
I need a lover
To fuck my body and mind
Before I am numb
We need our gurus
Vessels of divinity
Lead to inspire
Leaving all of this
In degrees of "happiness"
Optimistic dread
Friday
Haiku One
The Burden of Animals
The Burden of Animals
Heavy like something
Carried around with nowhere to unload
Except on you
(With preference to “in” you)
Perhaps the truth is forever present
Selfish may not be inaccurate
But the bio-chemicals…
And huge doses of testosterone
Provokes these behaviors: dumb, irrational
Non-ambiguous appetites
Bad girl meeting bad boy: tendencies
Behind our masks and roles
Grotesque awkwardness spent
Just desire and necessity lingering
Liberation and nurturance
A master plan shoddily executed
Perhaps an ambitious fantasy
Intellectually erotic love attraction
Or distilled to simplest terms
Just…the desperate burden of animals
Thursday
Drama for Results
"Something else about the brain/body: It learns to tolerate pain to a certain extent. I am not afraid of it, just would much rather do without it. The only pain I was every able to not withstand was when I broke my arm and was in hospital. Next day, without the pain medication (morphine at the time) the pain was almost overbearing. I bellowed & cried for hours and didn't relent until they finally called the duty doctor late that night to anesthetize me, lol. (I was way over dramatic but the got results. They finally came mostly to shut me up.) Hospital employees can be quite cruel at times."
- R.M.
Cursed is the Blessed Human Animal
What is preventing us (all of us) from simply enjoying our time here (on earth)? Why can't we just find our comfort zones and save the drama and the angst for stage plays and jigsaw puzzles? There's fun to be had and we've already had enough grief to last us well into our next (and next after) lives.
Believe me, I get it. We are the humans; homo-fucking-sapien. There are complexities, subtleties, and inconsistencies, no doubt. That comes with the ability to reason and drive stick.
But, we also have the very basic responsibility to share an interesting chat, laugh until we gag, and fuck each other silly every so often. It is me, or are my priorities skewed?
Believe me, I get it. We are the humans; homo-fucking-sapien. There are complexities, subtleties, and inconsistencies, no doubt. That comes with the ability to reason and drive stick.
But, we also have the very basic responsibility to share an interesting chat, laugh until we gag, and fuck each other silly every so often. It is me, or are my priorities skewed?
Her & Him: In One Act
Him: Let's talk about this more in person, alright?
Her: Oh. Don't worry, I understand. Really.
Him: Understand what?
Her: I understand the "we have to talk" shit.
Him: Actually, I don't think you do.
Her: You're dumping me, right?
Him: Uh, no. I'm trying to tell you something important though. Uh, I love you.
Her: Oh. That changes things, doesn't it? I, uh...
Him: You make me happy and stuff. That's all I'm saying.
Her: You make me fucking crazy. That's all I'm saying.
Him: So, now what?
Her: Hell if I know.
Wednesday
Necessity of Despair
"It seems that two qualities are necessary if a great artist is to remain creative to the end of a long life; he must on the one hand retain an abnormally keen awareness of life, he must never grow complacent, never be content with life, must always demand the impossible and when he cannot have it, must despair. The burden of the mystery must be with him day and night. He must be shaken by the naked truths that will not be comforted. This divine discontent, this disequilibrium, this state of inner tension is the source of artistic energy. Many lesser poets have it only in their youth; some even of the greatest lose it in middle life. Wordsworth lost the courage to despair and with it his poetic power. But more often the dynamic tensions are so powerful that they destroy the man before he reaches maturity."
- Humphry Trevelyan on Goethe
Nix Mary
Horrified and saddened to tears – sobbing
But responsible to bear witness
To learn never to fail to remember
Or repeat the horrors of our disgraceful history
Present or future
Heed the warnings while never
Underestimating the human capacity for evil
To inflict pain upon other humans
From Birkenau to Darfur
There are few things more mystifying
Than a miniature casket
Like a betrayal
Or a broken promise to your God
Seeing makes no sense
Little angels everywhere
A raw, cold, penetrating day
Jesus Christ crying
No words to describe the atrocity of this monster
“A Sight That Makes No Sense”
Those of us who are strong
Those of us who are smart
Owe the rest a great deal
To carry forward
And to cry for strangers
Bed > Hotel > 17th Floor > Chicago
The B
Monday
Better Toward Best
The Fine Line Between Genius and Self-destructive Insanity
Sunday
Like The Phoenix
Resurrection from embers
Of burned bridges
Perceived betrayals
And lost contact
Cliché like the phoenix
Impressed with own powers of
Survival and instinct
Preservation meeting perseverance
Will intersecting selfish, stubborn desire
Bending realities like breaking rules
Expanding repertoire of skill
Cementing position as king
Among world-class snobs and makers
Carrying forward with usual superiority airs
I still control my world
Why God chose the Jews
"The trouble is the suffering, the slaughter of innocents and indeed the destruction of entire nations that seems inevitably to follow when anti-Semitism is allowed to spread beyond the cesspool of the mind that contains it."
Why God Chose the Jews
Why God Chose the Jews
Help Nick Beat Tom
Republican Tom DeLay trails a Democratic challenger for his seat in the House and is viewed favorably by only 28% of those people questioned in a poll of his Houston-area congressional district, the Houston Chronicle reported.
The survey found 30% favored former U.S. Rep. Nick Lampson, a Democrat, compared with 22% for DeLay, who has represented the district for 22 years. The two are expected to square off in the November election.
However, DeLay must first defeat three opponents in the Republican primary in March.
Nick Lampson for Texas District 22
The survey found 30% favored former U.S. Rep. Nick Lampson, a Democrat, compared with 22% for DeLay, who has represented the district for 22 years. The two are expected to square off in the November election.
However, DeLay must first defeat three opponents in the Republican primary in March.
Nick Lampson for Texas District 22
Saturday
I Am My Art
It's a big theme in my life, learning about myself and being a better person. I'm a work in progress still; I have revelations every day.
As far as my art is concerned, if I'm going to do it, I can only aim for greatness. Because, honestly, the physical act of documenting the ideas that I have is no goddamn fun. So if it's not going to be great, I'd rather go swimming.
Missed Opportunities
YOU: Standing in kitchen, making cream o' wheat, looking fine, showing all the goods, licking spoon as I'd like you to lick me.
ME: Watching you, squinting to make all your clothes disappear, wanting to pull you to me and eat you like a danish. Me thinking/hearing:
So let's do it, just get on a plane and just do it
Like the birds and the bees and get to it
Just get out of town and forever be free
ME: Watching you, squinting to make all your clothes disappear, wanting to pull you to me and eat you like a danish. Me thinking/hearing:
So let's do it, just get on a plane and just do it
Like the birds and the bees and get to it
Just get out of town and forever be free
Friday
Death & Birth
Claude: Rest in peace. Poor horse got kicked to death.
Mindy: Welcome to this nutty, cukoo world.
Although everything is different, nothing has changed. It's kind of like wicked magic.
Mindy: Welcome to this nutty, cukoo world.
Although everything is different, nothing has changed. It's kind of like wicked magic.
Thanks Asshole
Thursday
Wednesday
WTF?
Bill Clinton, 1998
"It depends on what the meaning of the word 'is' is. If 'is' means is and never has been, that is one thing. If it means there is none, that was a completely true statement."
Sam Alito, 2006
"If 'settled' means it can't be reexamined, that's one thing. If 'settled' means it is a precedent entitled to respect as stare decisis, then it is a precedent that is protected and entitled to respect."
"It depends on what the meaning of the word 'is' is. If 'is' means is and never has been, that is one thing. If it means there is none, that was a completely true statement."
Sam Alito, 2006
"If 'settled' means it can't be reexamined, that's one thing. If 'settled' means it is a precedent entitled to respect as stare decisis, then it is a precedent that is protected and entitled to respect."
Tuesday
Dave
"Things are good under the lamp. I wanted to call it Smiley but Molly said that was too easy so we agreed that I would call it Dave. Dave is the name of a friend, you know. Seems like everybody has a friend named Dave. I do."
-Roast Beef
-Roast Beef
Monday
Saturday
Well, That Explains It
A "true story" one act play:
ty: sweetie, why are you doing that [putting elbow on me]?
b: sometimes it's fun to put your elbow on your daddy sometimes.
ty: sweetie, why are you doing that [putting elbow on me]?
b: sometimes it's fun to put your elbow on your daddy sometimes.
Today's Big Decision
And an agonizing decision.
3:22 p.m.: fretting for 22 minutes over whether to have Russian Caravan tea or The Mariage Fréres tea. All mate and Japanese tea are at the office.
What's the world coming to? My life is in ruins!
Today's solution is 2/3 Caravan, 1/3 Fréres. King fucking Midas in the house.
3:22 p.m.: fretting for 22 minutes over whether to have Russian Caravan tea or The Mariage Fréres tea. All mate and Japanese tea are at the office.
What's the world coming to? My life is in ruins!
Today's solution is 2/3 Caravan, 1/3 Fréres. King fucking Midas in the house.
Thursday
Wednesday
Yo, Where Da Rhymes At?
Uh, yes, no poems (thanks for asking though). Saving them for book. Book later this year. Book will have pictures too. Book will be for sale.
Sorry, suckas!
-Heebro Jewfro
Sorry, suckas!
-Heebro Jewfro
Tuesday
Sunday
A Chanukkah Story
A one-act play:
Ty (lighting the final of this year's candles): Happy Chanukkah! It's great to be of the world's chosen people (and the rest of you guys are mopes!)!
Anne: Yeah, great...like you needed another reason to feel chosen.
The end.
Ty (lighting the final of this year's candles): Happy Chanukkah! It's great to be of the world's chosen people (and the rest of you guys are mopes!)!
Anne: Yeah, great...like you needed another reason to feel chosen.
The end.
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