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orgonon [15 Jan 2003|09:26pm]
Whatever happened to Wilhelm Reich,
and what's up with Kate Bush's interest in cloudbusting?
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the resurgence of human-powered flight [25 Jul 2002|02:16am]
Astro.com sez:

Transit selected for today:
Sun Conjunction Med.Coeli
activity period from 25 July 2002 to 27 July 2002.

A strong will
This is a day when you should put all of your attention and energy into getting ahead and attaining your ambitions. More than any other influence, this one signifies ego expression and expressing your will. You are inclined to be more strong-willed than usual today, to the point that you may not make compromises even when you should. Pursue your own objectives, but don't be so willful that you alienate others unnecessarily. In your dealings with superiors, this influence has a double-sided significance. You may alienate your superiors because they see your actions as a threat to themselves, or you may win their regard and support. It all depends upon your relationship with them and your attitude toward authority figures in general; either way, you will have extensive dealings with people in power.

I say:

Fuck that. It's a day late:
I made a fist yesterday.
As soon as I can move my shoulder
I'm comin' out swinging.

I can feel the outline
of one of the brackets
through my skin.
I've decided it's sexy.
It's gonna have to be.

I hold
my father's cane
in both hands
before me
like a vaudeville act
gone horribly wrong
or a gimp
thinking he knows
enough about
the body and energy
to invent
new tai chis
and why not
i've already invented
more than
a hundred
I like
Infinitely Slow Walk
the best.
with the cane
my good arm
moves my bad
puppet limb
how to live.

it's coming for me
through the trees
and i say:
bring it on.
i got a stick.

See also:

Karl sez...
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Moments of pleasure [24 Jul 2002|08:54pm]
Some moments that I've had
Some moments of pleasure

I think about us lying
Lying on a beach somewhere
I think about us diving
Diving off a rock, into another moment

The case of George the Wipe
Oh God I can't stop laughing
This sense of humour of mine
It isn't funny at all
Oh but we sit up all night
Talking about it

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time

On a balcony in New York
It's just started to snow
He meets us at the lift
Like Douglas Fairbanks
Waving his walking stick
But he isn't well at all
The buildings of New York
Look just like mountains through the snow

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time
Just let us try
To give these moments back
To those we love
To those who will survive

And I can hear my mother saying
"Every old sock meets an old shoe"
Isn't that a great saying?
"Every old sock meets an old shoe"
Here come the Hills of Time

Hey there Maureen,

Hey there Bubba,
Dancing down the aisle of a plane,

'S Murph, playing his guitar refrain,

Hey there Teddy,
Spinning in the chair at Abbey Road,

Hey there Michael,
Do you really love me?

Hey there Bill,
Could you turn the lights up?

- Kate Bush
from the red shoes
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it all goes so fast... [24 Jul 2002|04:52am]
[ mood | sad ]

just like breath.


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birthday bath satori [16 Jul 2002|04:44am]
this week
i've dreamt of a new home
a lot.
a lot
like this one i'm in
only slightly larger
and neater
and with more windows...


i replaced the candle on the tall iron stand in my bathroom last week
and have been mildly disappointed each night that the new candle
burns very dim.

tonight/this morning is my birthday
and as i lay in tonight's warm water
stretching my fingers' frozen tendons
my mind drifted off
somewhere in a foreign film
when it ocurred to me:

my steamship-boiler-room-flavored bathroom
is from a foreign film somewhere
as perhaps my concrete-walled dining room with no dining table
or the absurd languor of the Casbah Lounge
and Martin Denny's beauties smiling down on the obstetrics table

just as this satori of appreciation
of seeing anew
sparked me,
the candle flame grew more than three times brighter
and stayed that way
until i blew it out
as the water flowed away...


this year
i live in a new home.
a lot
like the one i've been in
only slightly larger
and neater
and with more windows...
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blindness [12 Jul 2002|09:04pm]
An elephant once came to a small town. People had read and heard of elephants but no one in the town had ever seen an elephant. So a big crowd gathered around the elephant.

Five blind men also lived in that town. They had never seen an elephant. When they heard that an elephant was in town, they wanted to find out what an elephant looked like. They could not see the elephant and hence they were sad. A small child said that they could touch and feel the elephant. Thus, they could get some idea of what an elephant looked like.

The five blind men went to the place where the elephant was. People stepped aside so that they could go near the elephant and touch him. They were happy to have touched the elephant.

Later, they sat down to discuss what they ‘saw’ with their hands....
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one more brautigan for this morning [10 Jul 2002|02:19am]
30 Cents, Two Transfers, Love

Thinking hard about you
I got on the bus
and paid 30 cents car fare
and asked the driver for two transfers
before discovering
that I was

- Richard Brautigan
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more brautigan [10 Jul 2002|02:14am]
I Live In The Twentieth Century

I live in the Twentieth Century
and you lie here beside me. You
were unhappy when you fell asleep.
There was nothing I could do about
it. I felt hopeless. Your face
is so beautiful that I cannot stop
to describe it, and there's nothing
I can do to make you happy while
you sleep.

- Richard Brautigan
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brautigan [10 Jul 2002|01:57am]
San Francisco

This poem was found written on a paper bag by Richard
in a laundromat in San Francisco.  The author is unknown.

By accident, you put
Your money in my
Machine (#4)
By accident, I put
My money in another
Machine (#6)
On purpose, I put
Your clothes in the
Empty machine full
Of water and no

It was lonely.

- Richard Brautigan
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compass [07 Jul 2002|12:54am]
I bought a compass today at the dime store.
Seems useful should I lose my way.

a compass is an ironic tool:
it's only useful
if you already have some idea where you are.

It tells you the same things
the sun's shadows already describe,
just a little more precisely.

Just the same,
my compass has a cover
and you can't turn off shadows.
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message from god [27 Jun 2002|10:29pm]
[ mood | blank ]

Found on the dryer in the laundromat when I went back to get my clothes, neatly typed on what appeared to be the second sheet of a carbonless triplicate form:

Dear Scarface Rabbit -

I've left enough clues that I find it disappointing you're not getting it:

You're on the wrong planet.
You have no further reason to be here.
Your sole function at this time
is to clear yourself out of here
to make room for more interesting people.

I hope I do not have to repeat myself.

With all the love I showed Job,
- God
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numbers [26 Jun 2002|12:35am]
my life is measured in degrees
0 to 135 on one axis
-60 to 195 on another
nearly infinite on a third

time passes
as my numbers
approach those

wrist at zero means
I can pull open the doors to the mall
and I can help my other hand empty a trash can

wrist at 90 means
I can type
and I can hold her hand

wrist at 120 means
I can change a lightbulb
and shave the back of my head

wrist at -60 means
I can receive change
and I can touch her g-spot

today it's at 95 to -20
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in my bath [18 Jun 2002|03:47am]

after a while
as the candles reflect in still water
and the trace of pachouli
i raise my hand to wipe
the wet
from my face
your hand touches
your face
as though a
lonely pod snatcher
my body with hers
while I wasn't looking.
My mind says
and from inside her
I watch her
feel her
I move my head back
and the tilt of her head
pulls my eyes back
with her
her mouth
along a face
where mine had been.
this body is new to me
yet as though practiced
32 years
i move it through the water with fish-like grace.
In my bath
in my body
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Bush Petrowar #2 [16 Jun 2002|12:00am]
[ mood | scared ]

U.S. Constitution, Section 8:
The Congress shall have Power To...
Clause 11: To declare War, grant Letters of Marque and Reprisal, and make Rules concerning Captures on Land and Water;

Washington Post:
President Bush early this year signed an intelligence order directing the CIA to undertake a comprehensive, covert program to topple Saddam Hussein, including authority to use lethal force to capture the Iraqi president, according to informed sources.

The administration has already allocated tens of millions of dollars to the covert program. Nonetheless, CIA Director George J. Tenet has told Bush and his war cabinet that the CIA effort alone, without companion military action, economic and diplomatic pressure, probably has only about a 10 to 20 percent chance of succeeding, the sources said.

pResident Bush:
"Lucky me. I hit the trifecta..."

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dead meat... [10 Jun 2002|08:32pm]
[ mood | determined ]

...coming back to life,


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Over and over we flatten the clover [09 Jun 2002|01:17am]
I was enjoying XTC's Skylarking, and I felt guilty keeping it all that summer-in-a-rear-view-mirror to myself...here's a snippet of track 1.5...


Laying on the grass my heart it flares like fire
The way you slap my face just fills me with desire
You play hard to get
'Cause you're teacher's pet
But when the boats have gone
We'll take a tumble excuse for a fumble
Shocked me too, the things we used to do on grass
If you fancy we can buy an ice-cream cone
Your mate has gone She didn't want to be alone
I will pounce on you
Just us and the Cuckoos
You are helpless now
Over and over we flatten the clover
Shocked me too, the things we used to do on grass
It would shock you too, the things we used to do on grass
Grass, grass.
Things we did on grass
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not my arm [09 Jun 2002|01:01am]
[ mood | odd ]

where i used to have an arn
i have something kinda like an arm

but sections of it have no feeling
it takes a lot of concentration just to make a fist
   and even then
   the fingertips don't quite touch the palm

and of course
the titanium elbow
feels mechanical

will it feel like my arm later?
just a little bit like my own

like something that belongs where it is

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inconsequential [04 Jun 2002|03:21am]
"she misses you, just between you and me," said my old pal into his cell phone. i haven't seen either of them since the accident.

i had an english teacher who told me, "there are no true synonyms. every word has its own nuance"

what does it mean to miss someone? if she missed me in a way that meant she wanted to get back together, that would only indicate an unnecessary attachment to past modes and routines, distracting her from the opportunitites inherent in the good paths we've moved on to. if she missed me in a way that merely acknowledged a pleasant history, the sentiment would be shared, even expected ("by the book"), but, it occurs to me, equally inconsequential.

inconsequential does not mean the same thing as trvial. such a thing is merely without consequence, insufficient to arouse action. it may still be non-trivial, but any appreciation is subjective, fleeting. it is no catalyst. in the expanse between now and death, it changes nothing.
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contrast [03 Jun 2002|10:01pm]

"I could teach her nothing;
there was nothing
she didn't already know."

meanwhile, in the future:

___     ___
___     ___

Ting (unchanging)
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true confession #14 [02 Jun 2002|01:56am]
I like Aaron Copland.
Particularly Appalachian Spring

There. I'm out now.
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