{Tuesday, August 14, 2007}
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Alcoholic Poet Compelling prose on addiction, suicide, loneliness-- the usual girly stuff. Outstanding! UGLY DUCKLINGS (via: theophany)  |
{Sunday, April 15, 2007}
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Auguries of Innocence by William Blake To see a world in a grain of sand, And a heaven in a wild flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand, And eternity in an hour. A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage. A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons Shudders hell thro' all its regions. A dog starv'd at his master's gate Predicts the ruin of the state. A horse misused upon the road Calls to heaven for human blood. Each outcry of the hunted hare A fibre from the brain does tear. A skylark wounded in the wing, A cherubim does cease to sing. The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight Does the rising sun affright. Every wolf's and lion's howl Raises from hell a human soul. The wild deer, wand'ring here and there, Keeps the human soul from care. The lamb misus'd breeds public strife, And yet forgives the butcher's knife. The bat that flits at close of eve Has left the brain that won't believe. The owl that calls upon the night Speaks the unbeliever's fright. He who shall hurt the little wren Shall never be belov'd by men. He who the ox to wrath has mov'd Shall never be by woman lov'd. The wanton boy that kills the fly Shall feel the spider's enmity. He who torments the chafer's sprite Weaves a bower in endless night. The caterpillar on the leaf Repeats to thee thy mother's grief. Kill not the moth nor butterfly, For the last judgement draweth nigh. He who shall train the horse to war Shall never pass the polar bar. The beggar's dog and widow's cat, Feed them and thou wilt grow fat. The gnat that sings his summer's song Poison gets from slander's tongue. The poison of the snake and newt Is the sweat of envy's foot. The poison of the honey bee Is the artist's jealousy. The prince's robes and beggar's rags Are toadstools on the miser's bags. A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the lies you can invent. It is right it should be so; Man was made for joy and woe; And when this we rightly know, Thro' the world we safely go. Joy and woe are woven fine, A clothing for the soul divine. Under every grief and pine Runs a joy with silken twine. The babe is more than swaddling bands; Every farmer understands. Every tear from every eye Becomes a babe in eternity; This is caught by females bright, And return'd to its own delight. The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar, Are waves that beat on heaven's shore. The babe that weeps the rod beneath Writes revenge in realms of death. The beggar's rags, fluttering in air, Does to rags the heavens tear. The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun, Palsied strikes the summer's sun. The poor man's farthing is worth more Than all the gold on Afric's shore. One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands Shall buy and sell the miser's lands; Or, if protected from on high, Does that whole nation sell and buy. He who mocks the infant's faith Shall be mock'd in age and death. He who shall teach the child to doubt The rotting grave shall ne'er get out. He who respects the infant's faith Triumphs over hell and death. The child's toys and the old man's reasons Are the fruits of the two seasons. The questioner, who sits so sly, Shall never know how to reply. He who replies to words of doubt Doth put the light of knowledge out. The strongest poison ever known Came from Caesar's laurel crown. Nought can deform the human race Like to the armour's iron brace. When gold and gems adorn the plow, To peaceful arts shall envy bow. A riddle, or the cricket's cry, Is to doubt a fit reply. The emmet's inch and eagle's mile Make lame philosophy to smile. He who doubts from what he sees Will ne'er believe, do what you please. If the sun and moon should doubt, They'd immediately go out. To be in a passion you good may do, But no good if a passion is in you. The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed, build that nation's fate. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding-sheet. The winner's shout, the loser's curse, Dance before dead England's hearse. Every night and every morn Some to misery are born, Every morn and every night Some are born to sweet delight. Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night. We are led to believe a lie When we see not thro' the eye, Which was born in a night to perish in a night, When the soul slept in beams of light. God appears, and God is light, To those poor souls who dwell in night; But does a human form display To those who dwell in realms of day. Labels: poetry, William Blake |
{Friday, February 02, 2007}
Blogged with Flock Labels: events, inbox, lsd, music, peace, poetry, radical_ideas, underground news |
{Sunday, January 14, 2007}
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Sunday January the 14th is the 40th anniversary of Golden Gate Park's Human Be-In. "Close your eyes, man, and think of this: ten thousand people, most of them young, half of them stoned, in Golden Gate Park listening to music, to poetry, celebrating life, celebrating being human. Sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll. A Human Be-In."  "A Gathering of the Tribes for a Human Be-In," announced on the cover of the new issue of the San Francisco Oracle, would feature Timothy Leary, Allen Ginsberg, Gary Snyder, Richard (Ram Dass) Alpert, Dick Gregory, Lenore Kandel, Jerry Ruben, and All SF Rock Bands January 14, 1967, 1 to 5 pm in Golden Gate Park 30,000 people showed up. The Grateful Dead, Quicksilver Messenger Service and others called the tune. Leary, in his first San Francisco appearance, uttered the sound bite of the decade: "Turn On, Tune In, Drop Out." Photo credit: Larry Keenan READ MORE » Labels: drugs, music, poetry, Timothy Leary |
{Tuesday, March 28, 2006}
 Bukowski: Born Into This is just out on DVD. This is the definitive documentary about Charles Bukowski and features tons of footage of the late poet doing what he does best: reading, writing, drinking, fighting and talking about women. The extras alone can entertain you for hours; they include commentary by director John Dullaghan, home movie footage, extended interviews and footage of Bono and Tom Waits reading Bukowski's poetry. If you like what you see, check out the site for Factotum, a new movie starring Matt Dillon as Bukowski's alter-ego, Henry Chinaski. One lump or two? Is it a teakettle or a dildo? Link [via] Los Angeles Alternative is an online weekly newspaper of people, arts and ideas that rivals LAWeekly. Surreal & Visionary Artist of the 21st Century - They are ALL here and then some. Link All We Are Saying is a documentary about the music business directed by Rosanna Arquette. The film features her interviews with Stevie Nicks, Chrissie Hynde, Joni Mitchell, Radiohead's Thom Yorke, Patti Smith, Yoko Ono, Andre 3000, Elton John and a billion other musicians about how they balance their lives with their art. You can catch it on Showtime this month, where it's also available on demand. OutThereRadio - topics related to the occult, government conspiracy and the paranormal. Freezerbox - Online magazine with a wide range of topics, from arms control to political, economy to film. Overheard: "Why do they keep remaking bad movies? You know the one that sucked but it had the beaver shot? Let's make another one where it looks like Sharon Stone's got ZZ Top in a scissor hold."Labels: art, Charles Bukowski, Directors, documentary, films, music, Patti Smith, poetry, surrealism, visionary_art |
{Wednesday, August 17, 2005}
 Jodorowsky : “Peace Is Yours.”"You are excrement. You can change yourself into gold", Alejandro Jodorowsky explains in his film The Holy Mountain. Because Jodorowsky the alchemist uses his work as an athanor. The initiation is made up of films (Fando & Lys, El Topo, Santa Sangre...), of strip cartoons (L’Incal, created with Moebius, La Caste des Métabarrons, created with Giménez...), of books and of the Tarot. ”...Peace can be true, we have evidence of it... The evidence - here it is - you see here we have a miracle. Look at the pleasure that this cat has in communicating with a human being. I’m not his master, I’m only a human being. It could take exactly the same pleasure with you. Do you want to see? Take the cat...You see... Stroke it... Here it is, it’s yours. Peace is yours.” Alexandro Jodorowsky indeed dispenses the philosophy of the Tarot each Wednesday in a Parisian cafe, just to help those who suffer. The poet sows the seeds of consciousness. This interview took place a few minutes before one of these readings. I like that he's seen petting a cat, writing poetry, and giving tarot readings. Sure helps to put a more normal face on this amazing director of very bizarre films. More... - Via Labels: Alejandro Jodorowsky, Directors, films, peace, poetry |
{Friday, July 02, 2004}
 I just ordered this copy of Arthur . I'd never heard of it until just recently. With a cover story on Kim Gordon (Sonic Youth), and inside features on Lars von Triers, and a report on the Thelema convention, plus more music, comics, poetry, and art, for $5.00 I'm ordering this magazine today.
Moby and Public Enemy have teamed up for the iTunes exclusive download "Make Love F*ck War" due for release through V2 which is being made available today. Make Love Fuck War - dirty version
It's a treat to be upright, I'll tell you. I've felt so shitty and have been in the bed for days now. I'm anxious to be back in the blog groove and read all your latest posts and hope to do so real soon.
Labels: art, Directors, Lars_von_Trier, music, poetry |
{Sunday, June 13, 2004}
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{Weekend Web Trail}
Unbrand America time again July 4th. Link
Grey Lodge Occult Review, Issue 11
"Dylan's Visions of Sin", new book by Christopher Ricks, the great British literary critic and newly elected Oxford Professor of Poetry, is reviewed in Sunday's NYT. Looks to be pretty academic, cerebral. Link
World Naked Bike Ride in Asheville was a big success with approximately 60 riders participating. A beautiful hot June day saw people lining the streets with cameras at the ready and the police gave the riders an univited escort in their cars and on their bikes. With the exception of two topless ladies, some clothes stayed on in the beginning, and halfway thru began peeling off. More riders joined the procession at different junctions and by the end of the ride, many were freely riding in the breeze with strategically placed foilage or body paint. Here are just a few Asheville pics; still for hoping more to show up.
 Business as usual for Robert Smith and the Cure? Not at all. Link
DIG! is the feature-length documentary shot over seven years about musicians Anton Newcombe, leader of the Brian Jonestown Massacre, and Courtney Taylor, head of the Dandy Warhols. Getting great reviews and currently doing the Film Festival circuit; scheduled to go wide Oct 1.
Eddie Van Halen on upcoming tour, cancer & being a father. Link
And your fun links of the day: 9 Reasons Not To Drink and Twang The Monkey.
 Too many freaks, not enough circuses.
...still editing... Labels: asheville, books, documentary, films, poetry |
{Tuesday, May 25, 2004}
 "Dee Rimbaud is the Siddhartha of the Chemical Generation. 'Dropping Ecstasy With The Angels' is a testament to those who have taken the narrow path through the highest mountains: to those who fell off; and to those who flew away with the angels." (Poetry collection)
 'Stealing Heaven From The Lips Of God' which should be released around September 2004, is Dee Rimbaud's first novel. It's a drug-fuelled, roller coaster ride through heaven and hell, a modern-day love story, and a fairy tale for people who don't believe in fairy tales. While you wait, you can read it online. Click on the book graphic. Stroll through her site for her artwork and much more from her. Link
via: Stew Albert Labels: books, poetry, Stew_Albert |
{Thursday, May 20, 2004}
 The Day After Tomorrow
is too late. Global Exchange, Rainforest Action Network Bring Movie-Goers Back To Reality; Activists Spoof 'The Day After Tomorrow' at Theaters Nationwide. This Memorial Day weekend, environmental and human rights activists will give away tens of thousands of eye-catching postcards to audiences of Hollywood's first climate change blockbuster, "The Day After Tomorrow." Link I want God, I want poetry, I want danger, I want freedom, I want goodnes, I want sin. ~Aldous Huxley Please remain seated until this ride has come to a complete stop.
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{Saturday, February 21, 2004}
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{Replay} - Here's tired ol' Ralph Nader again. Ready to announce or not on Meet The Press this Sunday. The stage that's guaranteed to give you the largest amount of hoopla with the smallest amount of effort. Of course he's going to run. Getting 2.7% of the vote last time out isn't enough to discourage him. All the wingnuts will throw their money after him as his Hummer ego takes us all on a ride in his Corvair. Bitter, party of one? In 2002, yes. Not now. We're onto him now and it' won't be that close of a race. Oh, close, for sure. But not, 'Jeb-Bush'll-fix-it-for-me' close. Repentant Nader Voter site is urging former Nader's supporters to cut him loose.
{Battle Of The Johns} - As corny as it sounds, I feel duty-bound to kick Bush's ass out of his residence. John Kerry's too aloof and too much of an beltway insider. John Edwards is an inexperienced hick who used to be a mal-practice attorney. In a perfect world, we'd have the perfect candidates to choose from. Maybe it's one of the other Democrats who are/were running. But it's not and we don't and it isn't. This November, I have a choice between Kerry and Bush. Or Edwards and Bush. Anybody But Bush 2004 as the bumper stickers go. » {my blog pick of the week} - You Live Your Life Some of the best poetry I've ever read and consistently good content. Pop in and check him out if you have the chance. » Topple Bush » Anybody But Bush » Shop To Drop Bush » Anything else to banish from the lingo pool? What about the tired old: "I'm ready to take it to the next level." saturday morning me// 
marlboro #2/coffee #2/carrot juice-fresh/bagel/ black yoga pants/grey hoodie/blue house shoes/ music: susan tedeschi - in the garden/ daughter still cutting zzz's/dog pacing/ husband still bitching about ralph nader/ there's clear, blue sky on the horizon/ so how's about you?/  Something wicked this way, please.Labels: music, poetry, Saturday Morning Me, Skyler |
{Thursday, November 13, 2003}
 
Berkley 1968 - Portland 2002 Stew Albert is still fighting the good fight. You can visit his poetry weblog or read his first hand activist account of the 60's in the Yippie Reading Room, or Join the Million Yippie March Aug 30 - Sept 2, 2004. The Republicans are bringing their Coronation of the Emperor to New York City. Good to see he's still doing it.
Have you visited the Playground lately?
Free Speech - Use it or Lose it. Someone is blogging the freeways of Southern California. [via: ollapodrida]
Yogurt
Cotton Balls Sunglasses Candles Post Its (New Extra Sticky) Doggie Treats ... what I also picked up when I was just going for Milk. I seldom walk into a store and pick up that one item that I need.  Happy Birthday, Willow!
 This website looks best when viewed on company time.Labels: 60s, activism, actvism, poetry, Stew_Albert |
{Friday, November 07, 2003}
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This Is How We Cut & Paste or What I Did Today When I Should Have Been More Productive
The Great Cosmic Booty Call or Harmonic Convergence?
 Happy Birthday to Joni Mitchell who's celebrating her 60th birthday today. I bought 'Clouds' when it came out in 1969 and began playing Chelsea Morning and Songs To Aging Children, and That Song About The Midway on my guitar for my friends. I haven't played those songs in forever. When I pick up the guitar later, I'll gonna try Songs.... I still remember people at school asking, "Have you heard 'Clouds' yet?" Soon after, we would see her at Woodstock. Next came 'Ladies Of The Canyon'. For Free was very poignant. And the rhythm of Rainy Night House persuaded me to keep writing poetry. I just realized that now. Music memories are sacred. They hold pieces of your very soul.
MTV has given a humanitarian award to Myanmar's pro-democracy leader Aung San Suu Kyi because she "is an inspiration to us all". Indeed.
Burying Lester Bangs - we tried, but someone keeps digging him back up.
The Sex Code is yet another signature code, modeled after the Geek Code, and using elements from that, the Whore Code, and the Other Sex Code, which is much smaller than this but was there first. [via: stare}
A thing of beauty is a joy until sunrise. After that, you may find yourself in 'coyote, chew-your-arm-off mode'.Labels: Aung San Suu Kyi, music, poetry |
{Wednesday, June 04, 2003}
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Good Morning...
 Email your support for Janeane Garofalo against the people who're trying to boycott her new ABC television show before it even sees the light of day.
Mike Savage suing websites that have parodied him, including Take Back The Media.[via: buzzflash.com] Crackdown In Burma If there ever was a diplomatic or military intervention that would not easily be accused of being about oil or American domination, Burma would be it. It would be a purely noble effort. Is the U.S. capable of living up to its stated principles? Or is every diplomatic or military effort really about us rather than others? [via: zenzibar] Why not try an online Tea Leaves reading? 80's Tarot cards with Ferris Bueller as the Fool, Prince as the King of Wands, Dexy's Midnight Runners as the Ten of Wands and more. [via: popculturejunkmail] Around Bloghdad Rue is expecting to deliver her baby any day now. J-Mo celebrated a birthday this week. Maggie is considering getting a web cam soon. If you've never seen Meg's Mandarin Quigi Board, go take a look at the way she displays her blogroll icons. This online poetry magnetic site is fun. I played with the Rock and Roll kit. Quote For Today And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran I'd kill for a Nobel Peace Prize. |
{Saturday, May 24, 2003}
 Happy Birthday, Bob Dylan - born May 24, 1941.
Art or Crap? Take the quiz. Or take a look at the Goth-O-Matic Poetry Generator. [via: presurfer] Shoe Size - Penis Size conversion chart. Interesting....Fun undies and boxers for your, umm, conversion. Once upon a time you dressed so fine You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you? People'd call, say "Beware doll, you're bound to fall" You thought they were all kiddin' you ~Dylan, Like A Rolling Stone Quote For Today May your hands always be busy, may your feet always be swift. May you have a strong foundation, when the winds of change shift. ~Bob Dylan - Forever Young saturday morning me//
espresso/angel food cake/visine/pepto/ navy tee/plaid pjs/adidas slides/ dogs glaring/npr radio blaring/ where's that kahlua? and/ who the hell is that in the mirror?/ how's about you?/ Are you into casual sex or should I dress up? Labels: art, Bob Dylan, poetry, radio, Saturday Morning Me |
{Tuesday, May 06, 2003}
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Smokey was driving away when I peeked out of my blinds. He'd left two bags of groceries on my doorstep. In the midst of a heart-wrenching custody battle, and ferocious cocaine addiction, he hadn't given up on this mess I'd made of my life. I cracked opened the door and hurriedly retrieved the groceries. Taking in the fresh air; letting out the stale. I hadn't been outside in weeks. Or answered the door or telephone, unless it was to let in more dope. Safe within this coccoon. Safe within my destructive self-contained coccoon. I peered inside one of the bags to see milk, bread, chips, cheese, sandwich meat, juice. The usual care package. Inside the other bag I found body splash, makeup, a book of poetry, magazines, a few cassettes. The bulletin from last Sunday's church service. And an envelope with my name on it. Susan, Have a sandwich. Have some poetry or music. And call if you need anything. Fr Louis Oats† aka Smokey Robin went in for her spleen removal at 7:30 this morning. It's a 3 hour + surgery. I should hear something later today. UPDATE: 12:50 pm - I spoke to Mother and she told me Robin came out of surgery at 11:30. And is hooked up to four different devices. She didn't do a very good job of reassuring me, although she said the doctor told her all went well. So I tried to reassure Mother. Robin took her Mailstation over there, so I'll probably relax when she emails me. Yes, I am scared. She's my baby sister, for goodness sakes. I took the online Secret Service Test. But I kept failing the last mission, so I never could get a score. [via: presurfer] Top Ten Conservative Idiots of the Week: Democratic Underground style. Dubya tops the list this week for spending lots of taxpayer money on a photo-op, wasting the time of thousands of sailors who were just trying to get home, and pretending that he did something other than tequila slammers and kegstands during Vietnam. Seventies rock band, Mountain, are enjoying a surge of popularity thanks to the release of three of their albums: 1970's Climbing!, 1971's Nantucket Sleighride and their 1973 best-of collection. Leslie West is also appearing at the Rock and Roll Fantasy Camp this year Jun 18 - 22 in LA. Spend $5,000 to learn how to shake that ass. I can show you for less than that.  Rain, storms, and flood watches are the dreary order for NC today.Quote For Today "There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle, or the mirror that reflects it." As you were. Nothing more to see here. |
{Saturday, January 11, 2003}
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Good Morning...
»Spike Lee's 25th Hour tells the story of a businessman's last day of freedom before the start of his seven-year prison sentence. With Edward Norton. Love him. »Roman Polanski's The Pianist tells the story of a Polish Jew, a classical musician, who survived the Holocaust through stoicism and good luck. This is not a thriller and avoids any temptation to crank up suspense or sentiment; it is the pianist's witness to what he saw and what happened to him. »Good weekend for catching a movie. Shirl was wondering if Blogger just gives HER fits when trying to post something. I tried to assure her that Blogger doesn't discriminate. It gives everyone fits. But we usually know how to work around it. I like Blogger a lot. I also enjoyed working with Movable Type. The people that run these systems just don't get enough praise. As many bloggers as these systems accomodate, the service we get really is outstanding. »Check out these funky ceramic cows. The Elvis cow is pictured on the site today. »I found this Poetry Mood Generator on Snakehaired Girl's site. Quote Of The Day You think that good is hating what is bad. What is bad is the hating mind itself. ~Bon Kai (Buddhist monk) |
