Wednesday, June 30, 2010






all  beyond  precarious
high above
yet not know our body
is a brain

anything to mask
to never see a jelly body
a culture of distraction
commercial for the physique

sports dance fashion
body theatrics
drawings in cinema skulls
body murder

thinking is not all
body knows
older modes instincts
still taking over

 spider with a net
smaller brain
sleeping in the mud






Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Never let a computer take a part
it is magnet not material
melting minutinity
the mental product of billions 
 
legged pests swirled around his ankles
headache of six pills
white haspel suit reflection
thinking  sharply of a girl
the sand burning his feet
and the day ahead
money
he stopped thinking

The maserati was scratched
caked leather
sure he felt a part of everything
sure he was grateful to his parents
he blamed them less than god
or creation
whatever left him with these mistakes

Escaping by  liquid exit
into not nonfiction
not knowing enough
what others know not

Leafs on haydn
B fifth
in the bombing
a cheery anthem
for the islanders
or war in peace
by skip spence
ahhh

‘Death, the old captain’ is often helping to weigh anchor

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Out of the combination between the conception
of possible alternative ways of salvation,
alternative cultural and social orders,
and the structuring of time dimensions,
there  emerged another element...
namely that of the utopian vision or visions,
of an alternative cultural and social order beyond any given place or time.

Such visions contain many  of the millenarian and revivalist elements which can be  found also in pagan religions, but they go beyond them by combining the elements with
a vision stressing the necessity to construct the mundane order
according to the precepts of the  higher one,
with the search for an alternative "better" order beyond any given time and place...

eisenstadt




series of revulsions
water in
one of many ponds
in the distance
but I am not deep

my mother
packed my organs
like a lunch
from her body
my first universe
til i saw across it
the moon

people who were never
right about anything

when to
how to
what language to

tagging along
bagging
my goodies



Terrorism   is not foreign.
It is a form   of bellig erence
used at hom  e.

If you accuse me of it
I will ask you what it is
and w alk a  free man.
An act of terrorism,
u sing   k - cups,
is a behaviou r
from   a m  indstate
we all occu py
reg  u  larly.

A  wa r on terrorism
is  terrorism
scaring the terrorist
thats you.


















bloom

I know its cheap and sleazy
and costs a coffee
but if you don't have an iphone
get it
and get this app

Its at least
a distraction
and that's more than a mouthful
Idn't it lad ?



Friday, June 18, 2010

  with all our hearts we praise you whom ye hate,
   high souls that hate us; for our hopes are higher,
   and higher than yours the goal of our desire,
   though high your ends be as your hearts are great.

   Your world of Gods and Kings, of shrine and state,
   was of the night when hope and fear stood nigher,
   wherein man walked by light of stars and fire
   till man by day stood equal to his fate.
 
   Honor not hate we give you, love not fear,
   last prophets of past kind who fill the dome,
   of great dead gods with wrath and wail, nor hear
   time's word and man's: "Go honored hence, go home,
   night's childless children; here your hour is done;
   pass with the stars, and leave us with the sun."

                 -swinburne











                                         

Thursday, June 17, 2010

ONCE upon a time a bald-headed old man  lived on the top of a mountain with his wife and three children near a lake about half way to the summit.
Each day the old man went down to fish in the lake. He gave the fish to his wife and they lived well and happily.
After they had passed many years in this manner, the old man became curious to know how large the world is.
Being chief of his people he called a council and said, "I want to know how large the world is. I wish some man would volunteer to find out."
One young man said, "I will go and find out."
"Very well," said the chief, "How long will you be gone?"
"I can't tell, for I don't know how far I shall have to travel."
"Go," said the chief, "And when you return you will tell us about your journey."
The young man started and after traveling two moons he came to a country where everything was white--the forests, the water, the grass. It hurt his feet to walk on the white ground, so he hurried back. When he reached home he notified the chief.
The chief said, "I don't believe that he has been to the end of the world but I will call a council and we will hear what he has to say.When the people were assembled, the young man said:
"I did not go very far, but I went as far as I was able."
And he told all he knew of the White Country.
The chief said, "We must send another man."
They sent a second man. He was gone four moons and returned. The chief called a council, and then asked: "Did you go to the end of the world?"
"No, but I went as far as I was able to go.
Everything was as it is here till I came to the White Country. I traveled two moons in the White Country and could go no farther. I could not have lived had I continued my journey."
The chief sent a third man. He traveled farther than the second man then came back and related that there were people who lived in white houses and dressed in fur.
The chief was encouraged and he sent a fourth man.
As the man traveled he noticed everything. He crossed white rivers and white lakes and was gone eight moons. On his return, he said, "I came back quicker than I went, for I came a shorter way and reached the green land sooner than I would if I had come on the trail by which I went."
The chief sent a fifth man. He crossed the White Country and beyond that he found a place where there was nothing but rocks. He climbed very high up and down till he wore his moccasins off. He was gone ten moons and came back. At the council he said, "I passed over the White Country, crossed rocky places and then came straight home.
It cannot be very far across the world."
"How did you know the way home?" asked the old man. ''As I went I noticed the trees. The tops of the hemlocks leaned toward the East and our home is in that direction, so I followed the bend of the hemlocks."
The bald-headed chief was learning something all the time.
Many men were sent, one after another, and each returned with a story a little different from that told by others but still no one satisfied the chief.
At last a man said, "I will start and I will go to the end of the world before I come back."
The chief looked at the man and saw that he was very homely but very strong. He said, "I think you will do as you promise. You may go."
When the man came back he said,
"I have been to the end of the world. I have seen all kinds of people, all kinds of game, all kinds of forests and rivers.
I have seen things which no one else has ever seen."
The chief was satisfied, he said, "I am chief of all the people, you will be next to me. You'll be second chief."
The old chief was Bald Eagle. The first man sent out was Deer. His feet were tender, he could not endure the ice and snow of the White Country.
The homely man who went to the end of the world was Mud-turtle.


Chief Bald Eagle had a camp "The Bald Eagle's nest" or Wapalanewachschiechey  for part of the year at the mouth of a creek which empties into the Susquehanna near the Great Island, During the Revolutionary War he led war parties from the Nest against settlements in the West Branch Valley.
Yet the settlements progressed and reached the Muncy hills. A fort was built at the mouth of Muncy creek near where Pennsborough now stands and command was given to Captain John Brady. John Brady had a younger son James and an older son named Samuel.
Frequent skirmishes took place between the whites and Indians who resumed their old practice of harrassing the settlers by dividing themselves into small squads, taking some prisoners, scalping others, and carrying away or destroying the cattle and moveable property of their victims.
A company of men formed for the purpose of aiding a friend to cut his oats, near the mouth of Loyalsock creek.
James Brady, son of Captain John, the younger brother of Captain Samuel of the Rangers, went along. According to a custom in those days, if no commissioned officer was present, the company selected a leader whom they styled " Captain" and James was selected leader or Captain of this little band of about twenty men. After arriving on the ground they placed two sentinels at opposite sides of the field since the other sides had clear land around. The guns were all placed together at one side of the field and the order was that in case of alarm all were to run to the rifles.
As the story goes James Brady had a full head of handsome red hair, In the custom of the day he wore it long and tied up. James had his hair "done up" by a Mrs. Buckalow. "He was lively and full of nonsense, and she said to him,
'Ah,Jim, I fear the Indians will get this red scalp of yours yet.
' 'If they do', he replied, 'it will make a bright light on a dark night'.
On the first day which was spent in cradling the oats, nothing remarkable happened. During the night a strict watch was kept. In the evening one of the sentinels fired and cried "Indians!" The young Captain without looking round for his men ran for his rifle. When near the guns he was fired upon by a white man with a pistol. Tumbling over a sheaf of oats he fell and the ball missed him.
The Indians supposing him dead, ran to secure his scalp. He fell within reach of the guns and seizing one he shot the first Indian who approached him.
He now discovered that his men had fled and left him to contend with the savages alone.
Despair rendered him the more determined to die gallantly. He caught another gun and brought down a second Indian.
They rushed upon him in numbers. He was a stout active man and struggled with them for some time.
At length one of them struck a tomahawk into his head and for a time he remained altogether powerless; yet strange as it may seem, he retained his senses.
He then received a thrust from a spear and fell. He had no sooner fallen than he was pounced upon and his scalp ruthlessly torn from his head.
It was quite a trophy to them due to his long and remarkably red hair.
After they had scalped him, a little Indian was called and made to strike the tomahawk into his head in four separate places.
Then leaving him for dead they took the guns and fled to the woods.
James although scalped crept to a cabin where an old man named Jerome Vaness was employed to cook for the soldiers and field workers. On hearing the report of the guns the old man had hid himself but when he saw Brady return he came to him. James begged the old man to fly to the fort, saying, "the Indians will soon be back and kill you."
The old man refused to leave him. Brady requested to be taken to the river where he drank large quantities of water. He still begged the old man to leave him and save himself but he would not.
He next directed his old friend to load the gun and put it in his hands, He lay down and appeared to sleep.
A noise was suddenly heard on the riverbank above them and James jumped on his feet and cocked the gun. It was soon discovered that the noise was made by some troops who had come from the fort on horseback in pursuit of the Indians.
They carried the brave young " Captain" to the fort, where he lived for five days. The first four days he was delirious and on the fifth his reason returned. He described the whole scene with great minuteness. He said the Indians were of the Seneca tribe with two chiefs: a very large man, Cornplanler and the celebrated chief Bald Eagle;
His brother Samuel hastened home but was too late. He swore vengeance not loud but deep on Bald Eagle and "made a solemn vow that he would never make peace with any tribe.
In June 1779, a band of the Wolf Clan of Delawares and probably Senecas made a raid into Westmoreland County attacking the settlement and killing people at James Perry's Mill. The Indians as usual kidnapped several children. Samuel Brady was leading a small ranger unit ahead of Colonel Brodhead when they spotted Indians ahead of them. Brady's group avoided Bald Eagle's men ran to the side and disappeared into the woods. He allowed the Indians to pass knowing that they would soon meet Brodhead with the major part of his force. He reasoned that when they met Brodhead, they would retreat up the same path from whence they had come. He placed his men on both sides of a narrow pass on the path Brady and waited for daybreak. They attacked as the first streaks of dawn floated over the verdant hills of the Allegheny, . . . A sheet of flame blazed from the rifles of Brady and his men, and the chief of the seven Indians fell dead while the others fled into the surrounding forest.
With a shout of triumph, Brady leaped upon the fallen chieftain and scalped him.   His body was set up in a canoe, with a pipe in his mouth, and sent floating down the Monongahela river.  A woman, Sara, noticed the corpse and rowed out from her home at the mouth of Big Whitely Creek.   She towed the boat to shore and the Indian was given a decent burial.
Although there's no way Brady would have known but this same manoeuvre was used by Napoleon in his battle with some Mamelukes twenty-five years later. Retreating out of a woods, or swamp using the same path used going in is contrary to basic infantry tactic and should be avoided (even if you are an experienced fighter).
The children were returned to the fort and news of Bald Eagle's death had the effect that the Indians made no more raids into Westmoreland that summer.
Later during one of his Ohio trips Samuel  Brady was captured by Indians and taken to their village where they would have him run the gauntlet, be tortured, shot, and then scalped. They were elated at having captured such a famous man.
At a point in the process, Brady found himself near a large fire surrounded by the entire tribe. He noticed a squaw nearby carrying a baby.
Lunging across the squaw's body he wrestled the baby from her, ran to the fire and threw the baby in.
The crowd went wild.
They jumped into the fire to find and save the baby. Meanwhile, Brady made his way through the chaos and ran into the woods. The Indians quickly took up pursuit but were unable to trace him.
He escaped.
The stories do not explain the fate of the baby.






Monday, June 14, 2010


Colonel William Holland Thomas was born in a log house on Raccoon Creek about two miles east of Mount Prospect, later called Waynesville, North Carolina.
William never knew his father.
At a trading post he quickly became acquainted with the Cherokees, learned their language, and was befriended by Chief Yonaguska, who adopted Thomas into his band.  Around 1820 the trading post was forced to close and, since it was unable to pay Thomas they gave him a set of law books.
At the time there were no bar exams to pass, and anyone who read law was allowed to practice.   Thomas soon became well-versed in frontier law and was asked to become the Cherokees’ legal representative in 1831.  When the U.S. Government began removing and relocating the Cherokee to Oklahoma in 1838, Thomas negotiated a deal allowing 60 Cherokee families the right to remain on their land. So important and integral had Thomas become to the Cherokee that one year later, in 1839, a dying Yonaguska designated Thomas his successor as Tribal Chief.
He initially raised a company of 200 Cherokee that called themselves the Junaluska Zouaves.  As the local residents were sometimes referred to as “Highlanders,” Thomas’ men soon became known as the “Highland Rangers."   By late 1862, Thomas was in command of a mounted regiment that fluctuated in size from 1,500 to 2,000 men. They were officially designated “1st Regiment, Thomas Legion.” 


They were successful but when a  leader, a full-blooded Cherokee, was mortally wounded members of the company scalped several wounded or dead Union soldiers.   Thomas feared for the reputation of the Cherokee, as he did not want his people seen as barbaric. The scalps were sent to be buried with the soldiers they originally came fromIn 1863 the Knoxville Register wrote, “an Indian from Thomas’s Legion always executes an order with religious fidelity.  A bounty of $5,000 was promised  for his head.
As men died—on battlefields, in hospitals, in prisons, and on the lam—the home region became grim. Families starved. Deserters took refuge. Western North Carolina became “The Civil War within the Civil War.”
The Legion participated in the last skirmish of the war in North Carolina before surrendering at Waynesville in May 1865.   This region was the most inaccessible portion of the Confederacy.   There was no telegraph system in the entire area and the mountains formed natural barriers to transportation.  On May 6, 1865, Union Colonel William C. Bartlett's Federal Mounted Infantry were raiding, pillaging, burning homes and engaging in other activities to undermine the economic base of the area.  They were attacked east of  Waynesville by a detachment of rebels from the Thomas Legion of Highlanders, who had been summoned for help by locals.  Colonel Thomas and his men controlled the mountains surrounding Waynesville, and during the night built hundreds of bonfires so it would appear to Union troops that thousands of Indians and Confederates were camped there.  To ensure the right effect, the Cherokees punctuated the nights with “chilling warhoops” and “hideous yells.”
The following morning Thomas and about 20 Cherokees entered Waynesville to demand the Yankees’ surrender.  Bartlett called for a peace conference.  Twenty Cherokees from Thomas’ Legion came to the meeting, “stripped to the waist and painted and feathered in good old style".   At the beginning of the meeting Colonel Thomas threatened to "...turn his Indians upon the Yankee Regiment and have them all scalped."    After a Union officer stated that Lee had surrendered a month earlier and a Yankee surrender to Thomas would only bring in more Union troops, Colonel Thomas reluctantly agreed to lay down his arms.   Fewer than 100 members of the Thomas Legion returned to their families in Western North Carolina.
In 1867, Thomas was put to bed at the North Carolina Insane Asylum in Raleigh.

Friday, June 11, 2010

K Cups are killing your kids!

They will remember you by your trash.
Is there more evil greedilism than 4oz water bottles
sold by Coca Cola who hope to package
smart water shots.
Noone asked for them
between super big gulps.

4 oz of water from an undisclosed faucet
plastic wrapped labeled trucked refrigerated
for a lazy sinner's three sips
before spilling infinity.

Wait there's more,
1.6 billion K cups in 2009
3 billion K cups in 2010
5 billion K cups in 2011.

2012?  Americans drink 350 to 400 million coffee cups a day.

Now. 

Keurig engineered this problem,
and saw
mass littering
without  a solution.
Green mountain instead of GREED mountain
16 cents per cup profit.

Trusting, unimpressed?
Pile the kups in your backyard,
check the office closet after a month,
fill the neighborhood,
your kid's world
or dont.

Green Mountain's response:
"K-Cup® Portion Pack Packaging is an area of major environmental concern for all consumer product companies. As the single-cup coffee market and our Keurig brewing systems grow in popularity, we understand that the impact of the K-Cup® Portion Pack waste stream is one of our most significant environmental challenges.  Recycling is difficult.(2008)

Saturday, June 5, 2010