Too Much Russell Edson Before Bed

I’m thinking that if I scratch the back of my left index finger long enough a genie will pop out. He’ll be fat and awful with three wishes to offer but I’ll turn the first two down flat, holding out for the last one. He’ll shake his head and sigh and when he agrees to roll them all into a single ball of heart’s desire I’ll tell him I’m looking for a cure for the finger itch.

When the finger stops itching I’ll wonder what I’m supposed to do next and regret that I didn’t make the cure the second wish, leaving an answer to my current question for the third wish.

And a few minutes later I’ll think of how I should have asked for clairvoyance right up front and avoided all this.

I’ll be damned if I’m going to scratch that finger now…but ah, if the right one itches…


Bill Moyers

I’m up in the middle of the night watching the rebroadcast of Bill Moyers’ documentary on how the press slipped comfortably into bed with the administration on the run-up to the war in Iraq.

If you want clear evidence of how the US was manipulated into this disaster, watch this.

I think of the administration and the press and the pundits and the jingoists…and I say again that I don’t support the death penalty, but I surely understand the yearning for it sometimes.


Posty day

Just ran across this article I thought might be of some interest to some of you. It’s a bit high level in terms of detail and depth, but poses some interesting thoughts.

A discussion of “ghetto culture.”


From our good friend (cough), Rev. Donald Wildmon.

Respond and repost, everybody.

AFA distortion attempt:

This organization tried a survey as a propaganda tool a couple of years
ago and it crashed and burned when LBGT and Friends overwhelmed their
results. Here’s another chance to tip the scales of this VERY HOMOPHOBIC
group’s town survey. The AFA (American Family Association) is expecting an
overwhelming majority of respondents to say that they would be ‘less
likely’ to do business with a company if they knew it supported the
“homosexual agenda” – whatever that is. So far, they are getting the
results they seek. Of course, they are only sending it where they will get
the expected results. Let’s change the outcome by completing the
1-question survey and sending it to everyone we know who is tired of this
archaic and hateful way of thinking.

Follow the link below to take action on this important issue.
http://www.afa.net/petitions/businesses/businesses.asp

Now, if you do this, when they ask you to confirm your vote, you’ll be registered as a member of their miserable organization. If you can stomach that (and possibly use it to do some jamming from the inside, although I just marked any future messages from them as “junk”), I suggest you go fuck em up as much as you can.


She Responds To A Pagan Seducer

Do not speak to me
if you’re going to speak of
the way
my aura shines.

Do not say things about
the clan to which my ancestors belonged
or imagine the way my sun sign
could heat you up.

I wasn’t born yesterday,
or even ten thousand years ago
in Atlantis or its suburbs.
I know the score:

you want to and it’s unseemly
to say so, so you invent
a soulmate and make me
stand in for that Angel.

I am my own light, I can see you,
and if you need me to shine hotter
for you, just say so.
I’m no fickle candle. I’ll burn

without resorting to mystic fire.
I’ll just burn the way anyone does
when presented with the here and now
of shared attraction. No need

to gussy it up with some magic
you got from a paperback grimoire.
I’m ok being earth without heaven,
body without familiar.

Throw yourself against me solidly and I’ll
push right back until you push me
some more and we feel each other
without benefit of the Lord and Lady’s

heavy baggage. Want is its own
religion, lust its own spiritual practice.
The Wolf Clan, if it ever existed, won’t howl about
how we tangle each other up.

A hand is all you need, an empty hand. Let the crystal
and the athame fall. I don’t much care for the soul kiss
and the melding of our chi. Just give me your profanity,
and that’ll be Godhead enough.


In other news…

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/london/6586879.stm

Which is sad, because, you know, he just wanted to leave a tip.

::rimshot::

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For the first time in a while — since before the tour, in fact — I’ve recorded a brand new poem and posted it in my Song listing.

It’s a little ditty regarding class warfare called “So Much Depends.” I posted it here a short while back. Just a nice springtime poem. 🙂

Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

http://www.myspace.com/poetrybytonybrown

T


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fragment: surfacing

I’m unafraid now
of this urge to be
empty. Simulations
of men are everywhere
and I can see that inside
them there’s air and
not much else.
So from here on in
let it be known
I don’t want
to talk to anyone
who doesn’t know
that he’s also a shell —
a husk open and clean
as a closet.


Note (revised)

good morning
everything’s
quite astonishing outside
and cliches on the radio
are stirring me
for the first time in
i can’t remember
how long

good morning
a grand morning
a stunner of a day ahead
walking around stunned
is on my calendar
which is on my desk
next to the unpaid bills
i’m still in bed
but i’m working on getting up

good morning
a grand day
a worth a grand day
worth a million bucks day
and something tells me
it’ll all be spent

i’m working on getting up
trying to get up
thinking of haze on the meadow
starshine and wood
there’s none of that here
those are some other guy’s
beautiful mornings

that million bucks says
a good morning’s always
followed by afternoon
followed by dusk
and then night
i’m working on getting up
before that happens

good morning
i guess it can’t be helped
it’ll be here and then be gone
my getting up gets it on its way
one leg at a time
my mother used to say
up and at ’em
my father used to say

good morning
i turn the radio off
spread myself across
the whole bed
pull the covers
way up over my closing eyes
get on with
the good morning
the best i hope
to ever have


Fuck. Me. Now.

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20070420/ap_on_re_mi_ea/iraq_neighborhood_barrier

I love the part later in the article about how the strategy for Iraq is all about reconciliation. This orta do it.


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Tonight…

Getting ready to take off for this — hope to see you there…


Regarding the VT Gunman in the News

NBC said the package contained a rambling and often incoherent 23-page written statement, 28 video clips and 43 photos.

It was given to State Police but contained little that they didn’t already know, Col. Steve Flaherty said Thursday. Flaherty said he was disappointed that NBC decided to broadcast parts of it.

“I just hate that a lot of people not used to seeing that type of image had to see it,” he said.

Oh, I dunno. Personally, I kinda think that’s a good thing.

People all over the world regularly watch friends, relatives, children, parents, neighbors dying. They see dismembered, starved, sick, smelly, disfigured people live in front of them all the time without the benefit of the television filter. They see the bombs, the random gunfire, the tsunamis, the hurricanes, the sewage in the open channels of their streets carrying dysentery and cholera to them, the AIDS virus depopulating whole countries before their eyes. We don’t get all that upset about their having to see it live.

I really have no problem with this video being shown to a desensitized nation that spends more time worrying about Sanjaya than starvation. Maybe that nut in the video ranting about how his obsession with the insensitivities of the rich was leading him toward mass murder might make one person recognize a similar disaster in the making, and take steps to stop it.

As always, I have a certain level of sympathy (admittedly very small in the this case) to anyone dealing with a mental illness. And without justifying what he did, I can say that I’ve felt that way myself, often, about the shallowness of some folks with money. When I went to prep school I hated the rich kids and the legacies for their easy materialism and callous disregard for those of us not to the manor born. I get where this guy was coming from.

He was obviously, recognizably crazy; it was identified well prior to the events; people who knew used their judgement well or badly or to the best of their ability and made their choices as to how to deal. This happened.

It will happen again. We live in a world that combines great good with great evil. Get used to it. You can’t escape.

And while you’re waiting, watch the video once or twice, and remember it’s a real person in real pain who’s really, really, unbalanced in his anger toward something that is worth being angry about.


Home from Toronto

finally got everyone’s voicemails — couldn’t retrieve them while I was up there, due to some technical glitch. i wasn’t ignoring you. not that anyone said i was, but just in case anyone felt that way.

be advised that i’m not answering phones, email, or any other stuff tonight — tired, overwhelmed, and just need to hibernate and regroup.

more in the am.


Bizarre

I just woke up from snoozing with the TV on to hear Floyd Westerman Crow, a Lakota actor, shilling for a pain remedy of some sort (something like Ben-Gay, I think) called “Lakota.” “Try Lakota,” he said. “You have nothing to lose but your pain.”

Then I heard the computer ping out a mail alert. It was for a piece of pharmaceutical spam from Adelbert Patel, and the subject was “pork.”

Based on this I expect that any day now I’ll receive a piece of spam for “White People” headache powder from Ethelred Gupta. The subject will be “smoked sausage.”

I fly home this evening. God, I can’t wait.