and for my next feat... a few pieces I constructed
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Occupy Boston
If you live in the Boston area, come stand in solidarity as we oppose this wretched banking system which threatens our future.
Newspapers are reporting that Boston is expected to receive an equivalent turnout to the protests taking place in NYC.
Spread the word like wildfire.
The demonstration will start this Friday 9/30 at 6:00pm in Dewey
Square, in the vicinity of the
Federal Reserve of Boston.
Bring a tent and your heart. Check out the scene if you are on the fence. Power in numbers. The more the merrier. For those staying the course, Food Not Bombs will be providing food. Many are planning to stay there weeks if possible, those with fire in their hearts and minds hope to take up shop for months. Do something with your life. Be the change you want to see in the world.
Bring a tent and your heart. Check out the scene if you are on the fence. Power in numbers. The more the merrier. For those staying the course, Food Not Bombs will be providing food. Many are planning to stay there weeks if possible, those with fire in their hearts and minds hope to take up shop for months. Do something with your life. Be the change you want to see in the world.
The proceedings will be kicked off following the beginning of the
HONKS parade to Davis Square, a weekend long festival of activists who
perform brass music.
http://honkfest.org/
http://honkfest.org/
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
amongst worms
Tonight's atmosphere feels a bit eerie, Poe-esque... truly fits the mood.
A damp walk with the dog felt a bit poetic, reflections dancing off pavement and such.
The kind of night a slug could appreciate
The kind of night a slug could appreciate
Pondering skipping the art formula for the night and catching a horror flick,
likely old school psychological, Giallo or something similar.
I've chosen: the Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976)
I've chosen: the Town That Dreaded Sundown (1976)
STRANGE DAZE indeed.
...the beat goes on
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact
Blackboard formula waits by the next class
with the outlines still intact, and I see it
And I'm still not sure of the meaning
But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you
No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail
(No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no anger
(No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation
Or distortion of purity sentiment
No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion, no revenge
(No bullshit) no culture hidden agendas, no preaching
(No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego,
No newspeak or freakish lingo
(Here I go...)
I haven't loved many people
I grew up afraid that I was crazy
And one time when I was deep inside your body, you purred
And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
I used to be in love...
Everything you said
I took it all to heart,
And you spurred a change in me
Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart
And I can see that now
And I wish you well
Cause you saw what was good in me,
And I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myself.
And everything you are
I know you got to cry
Before I could become a new man,
I had to lose my mind, had to lose my mind
And I see that now
And I wish you well
Cause I see what's good in you
And I'll be god damned if you cant see that yourself.
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
Or maybe resident incurable romantic defunct in the face of fact
Blackboard formula waits by the next class
with the outlines still intact, and I see it
And I'm still not sure of the meaning
But I'll say it, write it down, and read it for you
No protective leathery flesh of emotional chain-mail
(No running shoes) no running, no locking doors, no anger
(No e-mail) no voicemail communicational strangulation
Or distortion of purity sentiment
No fantasy of reconciliation or delusion, no revenge
(No bullshit) no culture hidden agendas, no preaching
(No pedestal) no standing on the pulpit, no ego,
No newspeak or freakish lingo
(Here I go...)
I haven't loved many people
I grew up afraid that I was crazy
And one time when I was deep inside your body, you purred
And I was sure that you were gonna have my baby
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
And you can tell that maybe time is out of joint my love,
So this is maybe just a SOS shrapnel, an echo of dead sentiment
Measurement tossed to nothing for no one, a wasted effort, a shrug
I used to be in love...
Everything you said
I took it all to heart,
And you spurred a change in me
Before I could become a new sun I had to fall apart
And I can see that now
And I wish you well
Cause you saw what was good in me,
And I'll be god damned if I didn't see that myself.
And everything you are
I know you got to cry
Before I could become a new man,
I had to lose my mind, had to lose my mind
And I see that now
And I wish you well
Cause I see what's good in you
And I'll be god damned if you cant see that yourself.
Monday, September 5, 2011
Bob Dylan - masters of war
Come you masters of war
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When you death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul
Andl I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
You that build the big guns
You that build the death planes
You that build all the bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin'
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten all the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
While the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
While the young people's blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You've thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain't worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I'm young
You might say I'm unlearned
But there's one thing I know
Though I'm younger than you
That even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When you death takes its toll
All the money you made
Won't ever buy back your soul
Andl I hope that you die
And your death will come soon
I'll follow your casket
On a pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand over your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead
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