Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Save me JeBuS!!!!!

Dickinson's "I dwell in possibility":

I dwell in Possibility--
A fairer House than Prose--
More numerous of Windows--
Superior--for Doors--

Of Chambers as the Cedars--
Impregnable of Eye--
And for an Everlasting Roof
The Gambrels of the Sky--

Of Visitors--the fairest--
For Occupation--This--
The spreading wide my narrow Hands
To gather Paradise--"

I nearly cried when she told us that we had to write our own poem imitating this one.

I never, never in my wildest dreams would have thought that my head would explode like a lotus unfolding atop my head when reading an Emily Dickinson poem. God help me. I almost had an orgasm.

I cannot do the author justice by peeling apart this poem for you as I saw it unfurl. To force it upon you would be a most heinous sin. I leave you to discover it on your own.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Favorite Poem for Today

My Papa's Waltz
by Theodore Roethke

The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.

We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother's countenance
Could not unfrown itself.

The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.

You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Rant for N8

While on my tedious bus ride home tonight, I got to thinking about this post and Jake and X's postings about voting, our current system and the arguments put forth by people I care tremendously for.

I warn you this is a rant, and I have way to much other shit to do, to revise and make sure this all makes sense, so don't get uppity about it. I don't fucking care anymore, I am to selfish to give a damn, because IT DOESN'T MATTER. IT NEVER DID and NEVER WILL. Human civilization started dying the day we automated our livelhood.

So you want solutions do you? Tell me pray tell how the hell you get 300 million or so people to stop paying their taxes. Tell me how do you get said people to not go to work, to stand up and say fuck this corporate charade of a democracy.

Tell me dear lovers where will you be when one or 3 of us stand up for our freedom to be humans devoid of masters and landlords? Where will you be when I am cuffed, manhandled and thrown into a stone cold box and sit dreaming of the life I had outside of the bars of tyranny?

Where will you be when I am shot in the back and my bloody corpse, riddled with the bullets paid by your tax dollars, lies on the pavement? what will you do then?

The time for solutions has not come and may never come. We are to far gone to have a peaceful change. As Jake pointed out and the last 2 elect a dictator years have shown-our vote doesn't matter. When I look at the possiblities that lie ahead for us in the upcoming years, I feel a great heaviness in my heart. The revolutionary in me mourns for the loss of opportunity to do anything worth while, and grieves at the losses I must still consider. the shining examples of the 60's still ring in our ears, and what are those revolutionaries doing now?? Raiding my social security for conquest of oil fields to line THEIR pockets.

The change can only come about when EVERY american gives up their selfishness for the greater good of a country that is no longer theirs, but as long as bread is cheap and we aren't wallowing in our own fecal matter, then we can not hope to change a damn thing.

If anything, I have garnered from all of your conversations regarding this topic, I have decided that I too will quit voting. Let this country rot in the putrid filth it has created, by continually allowing our "representatives" to be bought and sold like cattle for the slaughter. You wanna vote democrat, feel like you're more enlightened? Yay you!! More power to the artsy middle class, whose bleeding hearts seek to comfort and help the poorest to stand up on their feet by taking my taxes away, instead of making sure the system works, and streamlining it, you dump more social programs on them, to keep them from being dirty little animals. Another age of temperance, is what I see, not bettering their standard of living, but keeping them moral. Whooo Rah!

Some where it was said that the wealthiest had a stake in things because they owned land and therefore they vote...need I remind you that land is being bought up because the laws are letting them? Need I remind you that you can not afford to farm 20 acres, let alone feed your family from that and still pay the man his taxes? How are you to sell your goods dear one if the factory farms can sell the same food cheaper? I can have no hope of achieving this, even though it is a dream I have had for several years. How do you propose I chose to do this and live a respectful life? How can I be free in this system? I VOTED against the property buyout by the government.. yet it still passed. How long before the only remaining parcel of land passed down through 3 generations of my family is bought up for Walmart? (YES- It lives across the highway now and the other farm is surrounded by track housing) When the people are removed from the land and forced to make do with apartments in town...then where has our power gone?

Some of you may have affected change locally, but I fail to see the greater impact. Maybe that a fews years down the road...but by then my friends it will be to late. Your government is making sure you have no recourse, slowly they are chisling away at our means. When we have no means, there will come an end. And then you can sit smug with your decaf skinny latte and see how grand it all is because the big brother is taking care of everything for you...as long as you vote, you feed this heartless machine.

End rant I have Poetry to read and analyze...oh and I have a small bit of grass that needs trimming while there's still light.

If I offended, confused, made you sigh at my lack of constructive thought, great! Fuck you. Like I said- I don't give a damn, there is no future for you anyway.

Goodnight, I'm gonna find some wine. After I mow the freakin lawn.

Saturday, April 01, 2006

I Want to Rant

But I'm saving it for the man when he brings down the uniform corporate branding of hourly paid employees where I work. I may purchase a tape recorder and get stinking drunk before I go in and give him the crass blue collar smackdown. I refuse to negotiate this.

It will involve something along the lines of "I won't be given up my dignity, for no pig fucking, corporate whore, sucker of Satan's caaaaaaaaaaaaawk!"

Strangely enough, I feel better all ready...

Cheers!