Thursday, September 30, 2004
Did I mention?
Tonight, the debate between AmeriKan A-Team leader and AmeriKan B-Team leader will underline their similarities and 50% of the AmeriKan voting population will tune out, disenfranchised, disemboweled and not one will call for an uprising or a recount.
What do I think they should do? 150 million AmeriKans should drink gasoline and flame. Think how quiet the world would become; the dodo would come back from extinction and write a new Jivatu Sutra.
have a nice day
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
I saw a black dog drag a queen into a soup
humans can always use a new source of cheap food and once the ETs have been genetically modified they'll be meatier and tastier. ET deluxe burger with fingers (freedom fries).
Even tastier if we can't communicate with them. Have a nice day!
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
I wonder if Murray Dobbin has a blog?
Cuba's example in stormy times
and now something local: Why Are We in the Money?
This is interesting: The Dominion Daily Weblog to which Murray Dobbin is a contributor.
Thursday, September 23, 2004
The aroma told me it was fresh baked
saliva floods the teeth
memory dammed by my skull
porcelain headache vomit aftermath.
I waved my hand back and forth over the top
Wafted chocolate molecules an olfactory crop.
memory smashes my nose
blood unstopped pools downhill
fills the grouted lines between close tiles.
the knife cut through my resistance
in the bathroom I was all circumstance.
I hid in the bathroom with my cake
I fell in the bathroom with my cake
I woke in the dark, later without cake
surrounded by strangers shining lights in my face
shouting to someone in another room that it was fine
they'd found the cake-thief.
I was thrown down more stairs,
into more dark,
with only the scent of cake to guide me.
Haiti, Haiti, Haiti
Rolling Haiti Back to Colonialism
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
New link to another blog
I hope you don't believe that you live in a democracy
Independent election observer team arrives in U.S.
Government abandoned voters, not vice versa
To Catch a Thief
Al Qaeda's Voting for Bush
The Bush Regime's economic blueprint for Cuba
Saturday, September 18, 2004
cloudy morning constitutional coffee aroma paper trail
The Most Important Terrorism Is 'Ours'
Premiers promote lifestyle, policies create misery
Weather politics: climate change and class
Thursday, September 16, 2004
what else is in the archive?
over time I will post more of them...over time.
Harumph snog poodle blum ble blum.
something from the archives: Skull
My love is a frozen prison,
An icicle since the Pleistocene,
a terse lullaby creased-pants again.
And the skull listened some more:
forged in a mummer's prism,
an inch of fallen snow cremates,
a guiled terpsichore pants: feigned innocence.
A skull's interest never falters:
Revealed with a handmaid's candle,
an asp yields to no ones mise-en-scene,
hacks save time, monkeys type lines.
And the skull fell silent,
scooped up by the long refrain,
dashed pieces left fallen.
Into the night they listened,
into the night the bones gleamed with knowledge:
Slaves wage life one day in, one day out.
Pine is a missing lover.
spruce-topped mandolins unite oceans.
ignite prose inches,
absent scorned harlequin,
kneeling sad clown.
and then the skull explained it all to me.
I fell... ... silent.
Monday, September 13, 2004
clearly my review ended
Been listening to them since I first heard Kicker of Elves. My personal favourite is Awful Bliss. This final album has many fine selections, the one which stands out now is, Window of my World.
...and now the closets of henry....
Saturday, September 11, 2004
clouds obscure part of your offering.
rain falls where I am standing
with no defence no umbrella no body-wrapping
condom or condominium to ward off the sky,
where messages await me from the future.
I have seen the scorched plains of Canada,
the ravaged land weeps in my eyes.
I have seen the diminished perimeter of continents,
as seas rise and bodycounts fall.
I have heard the shrieking of mothers, as storms, mudslides and floods
collect the young and old.
I smell the sea, she surrounds me, taunted by land,
she rises to engulf me.
My phantom-body tingles at the memory of a future
crushed by freezing torrential ice-balls.
now the message I must speak comes to me clearly,
unwrapped from cloud, unencumbered by darkness,
these words I must speak to you all:
you have no recourse, there is no fallback scheme,
alarms have been raised and disregarded as fairytale meanderings,
so, unaware, unprotected, you go forward into what i have seen.
some of you will say that nothing matters, that in the end we all die,
that the only future written that will pass is certain death.
post-apocalypse is where I stand in the present.
post-apocalypse surrounds me.
post-apocalypse denial is your sentence.
visions of a ravaged land have no currency,
no commodity market,
no one taking bets on the outcome of our civilization.
beacon from the east where last night I saw Venus
be strong, burn away sensation, burn away our fear,
burn away the visions of the future, burn away our tears.
where was I three years ago?
It wasn't too soon, I laughed. Then I turned off the television.
Friday, September 10, 2004
Another cloudy day
The End Of Water
We Need Honesty on Economy
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Canadian Bullets and so on....
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
156 Tuesdays later
Monday, September 06, 2004
Happy Labour Day!
Labour Day in Canada
The Grinch That Stole Labor Day From Veterans hopefully this won't happen in Canada.
Friday, September 03, 2004
What's going on?
Thursday, September 02, 2004
the electric light burns through me now
my veins have grown eccentric
purple staircase laundry room arrayed
in rows of senses
lunchboxes eat carcasses and minstrels
out of the room, that's what I was told to buy
glass in my hand, holding more glass in my hand.
the electric light burns my hand
out of the laundry room
glass in my veins senses me now
purple laundry friend
smoke minstrel misfortune my transvestite friend
smoke, that's what I was told to buy.
smoke and glass in my hand
my veins burn through me now.
electric lunchbox arrayed in veins of laundry,
room to buy my handout of senses,
misfortune, that's what I was told to buy,
arrayed in veins of glass, smoke burns my hand.
merciless electric room, buy what I was told.
misfortune senses me now.
purple laundry transvestite, eat minstrels,
eat eccentric rows of senses.
my veins have purple staircase light
the room was told to buy glass
laundry friend senses me now
glass smoke cummerbund burns me now
glass burns smoke
room senses hand
eccentric veins smoke
smoke hand burns.