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12/31/2005

essay: #051: Postscript, 2005.

< Palm Springs >


Sighs and whispers.
Words between pictures.
Tsunami and hurricane.
Bodybags litter our terrain.

Everything's illuminated.
Optimism, amid the turmoil.
Awareness, of a different kind.

Tasted culture, this year.
Traveled many miles.
Across sky.
Across ocean.
To lands, far, far away.

Through forests of wind turbines.
And the click of a million Vegas chips.
Venice Beach, where the palm trees sway.
To the digital fingerprinting.
And biometric eye scans.
Of tomorrow.
Of me.
On file.
Download.
Into Planet Surveillance mainframe.

Felt the heartbeat of my baby.
Curled in tight.
On an endless, Californian night.

Carpe diem!
Live.
Learn.
That's what we're supposed to do.

Sweet and divine.
Every last moment.
Put it into perspective?

2005.
Greatest Story Ever Told.

12/05/2005

essay: #050: Kung Fu Hustle

< Vegas >

Just in from Sin City.
Satellite outpost.
In the desert sands.

Vegas...
What goes on there, stays there!
Or so I'm told.
Click of a million cameras.
A million chips.
A million paychecks.
A million helicopter blades.
Deep into the sunrise.

Nevada blues never got me.
Windowless alleys where time has no meaning.
To Joshua Trees.
And streets with no name.

Oh so pretty, this City of Angels.
Tagged and sometimes not.
Architectural prism of light.
Canyon oasis.
Statelines and Louisiana diners.
Cheap and nasty.
To fields of wind propellers.
And street parties in Palm Springs.

Losing my heart.
In the excess and golden smiles.
In the knowing.
And the unknowable.

Post 9/11-world.
Retreats into the distance.
For now.
Only this.
Red, White & Blue.
Blood & Beans Tour.

A work in progress....

11/16/2005

essay: #049: Sunset Boulevard Tuesday.

< The Strip >

Scene One

Clock says: 11.56am.
My body says something different.
From one continent, to the next.
Surfing this international dateline.

Cocktails, pills and Nada Surf ballads.
ipods and eye masks.
Limited alcohol.
And by the way,
"No congregating in groups allowed, folks...."

13 hours later...

Houston lady, seated to my right, new best friend.
Motions to First-Class slumber ahead:
"There's a difference between the have and have-nots in this world, girl..",
God love her.
Keeping me sane, like this.
She, soaking up life in the autumnal fast-lane.
Me, just along for the ride.

* *

Sinking into the fluffy white clouds.
Beneath the wings, now.
Only the sound of the engine.
And a heartbeat.
Gliding through this space, time continuum

* * *

Scene Two:

L.A. Customs.
Border Patrol.
Declarations of Intent.
Not in Kansas anymore, daddy.
Department of Homeland Security Agents.
Some perfunctory, while they digitize your fingerprints.
Others sweet, "Hi, ho...Love the T-shirt, and have a nice day, now..."

Cab drivers happily commentate.
While levitating taxi 3-feet from the ground.
"Sorry for snapping your spine, mam.
But have a great holiday, anyway!"

Love this Freedom.
Love this Liberty.
Love the man who bade me here.
Hiding behind an airport column.
Asleep on his couch...

* * *
Scene Three: Four Days From Now...

I will count.
Eight planes and three helicopters.
As the sun sets over the rooftops.
Here, and in the now.
In this City of Architecture.
And eternal sunshine.
Human and otherwise.

# transmission ends #

10/12/2005

essay: #048: Eyes of a Child.




c. AFP.com

There's a quote, that haunts me.

From a time, long before suicide bombers,took over the world.
When we punctured a hole in the sky..
Split the fucking atom and the universe, wide apart.


"I am sure at the end of the world, in the last millisecond of the earth's existence humanity will see what we have just seen..." -
George Kistiakowsky, Head of Implosion Department
, Manhattan Project, 1944.

Now, earthquakes, bombs and bitch hurricanes.

Wipe our blood, red meridians clean.

From the bone.
Erasing our footprints from the plasma sands of our own destruction.
Grainy, fleeting, just slips through the tips.

Reading novels, immersing in the surreal.
About suicide bomber cyclists.
About Al-Jazeera, behind the scenes.

Pure & Radiant Hearts, thank you, Lydia!

Heaven in a Chip, barcode for the flesh, for tomorrow.

Godfathers of the A-bomb.

Come see your playground, now.


Too tired to cry, busy watching bodies being excavated.

Again.
From 7.6 magnitude eruptions.
RIP estimated 35,000 dead.
From poverty to the grave, with little in the middle...

Drifting off...
Wondering, can a millisecond truly last a lifetime?

# transmission ends #

9/22/2005

essay: #047 Ghost Town


c.AFP/Gett Images

It begins as an ache.
Next, comes the flashback.
Stark and disturbing.
Of the photograph, of the man.
The Corpse.
Jon Doe.
Belongs to no one in particular.
Just floating, really.
Through the toxic aftermath of Ghost Town.
Formerly known as New Orleans.

So sad, these unfolding chapters.
These apocalyptic times.
Brings a lump to my throat.
Makes me raw and fucking sentimental.

Third World poverty reflected in the murky depths.
Of a once hedonistic city.
E-coli bacteria in the water.
And refuse of human remains.
Yesterday vibrant.
Today, a fullstop.

#

People are talking:
"
I'm scared right now...What's next?"
"
Plague, pestilence and the four goddamn horsemen..."
I offer with a wry grin.

#

I wonder about that man.
And how he ended up as floatsam in the food chain.
Deserted, in his hour of need.
I want to forget I ever made his acquaintance.
Sobering and heartbreaking as it was.
Poor soul.
Decomposing before our very eyes.
Our scrutiny and curiosity ever so human.

RIP














































9/06/2005

essay: #046 Gliding down Canal Street


I used to dream.

Of bodies.
Floating.
Now.
I only have to open my eyes...


c. cnn.com

Corpses litter.

The streets of New Orleans.

Silent.
Bloated.
Accusatory.


Third world.
In the heart of 'God's country...'
Surely you jest.


Sometimes.

Life.
Trickles.
Like water.
Through fingers.

People howling with despair.
On their knees.
"Life goes on."
Says one banner.

Canoes glide down Canal Street.
While troops.
Prepare to harvest the dead.

Such tragedy.
Death of so many souls.
Population: 485,000.
Not anymore.
67 percent.
African-American.

RIP

9/01/2005

essay: #045 Amnesiac Souls


Katrina
c. usnews.com

A woman says:

"We'll all be underwater in 100 years..."
Her eyes drinking in.
The watery devastation.
Of a New Orleans grave.

Misplaced.
Displaced.
Amnesiac souls.
Us.
Humans.

Asahi and Ok Computer.
Keep me company.
Soothe my mind.
As the hurricane subsides.

# #

My baby says:
"Love is... Travelling...8,000 miles..."
I say:
"Give me the gold, from your smile..."

# #

Damn.
Descending again.
Drifting.
In.
Out.

Just fading, really.
Right now.
Into the devastation.
The river of tears.
The hum of a looters heartbeat.
And those sweet.
But reassuring sounds of.

Icebergs melting...

# transmission ends #






8/23/2005

essay : #044 On The Wings of ipods



c.William S.Turchyn II

Breathtaking.
This!

Hovering above
The fringes.
Of a city.
In recovery.

So quiet.
So peaceful.
For now...


* *

They shot.
Hunter's ashes.
Deep.
Into.
The.
Great Beyond.
Stylish fucker.
That he was.

Pulverized.
They say.
Into fine particles.
Shot from a cannon.
A Generation of Swine.
Just ejaculated.
All over the
Goddamn place.

* *

Seems sometimes.
Like we forget.
How to breathe.
Yes.
A World That Forgot How To Breathe.
I like that.
dammit.

* *

My baby says:
"I want you to write
Until your fingers bleed
..."
I say:
"Too busy.
Observing humanity, honey
..."

Falling in love.
With a sepia autumn.
Don't want to.
Keep filling in.
The blanks.
Joining the dots...

Just want to.
Climb onto.
The Wings of ipods.
And
Dream.
Of
A
Place.
Far.
Far.
Away...

# transmission ends #















7/28/2005

essay: #043 Rings Of Steel






"Just like the image of the Luton four, like the frozen frame of Mohamed Atta, one of the 9/11 hijackers, as he strolls through the airport, we are confronted by the impossibility of divining evil intent. There is nothing in the face, the manner, the situation. All are blandly normal.

"The cameras, like our own eyes, may glimpse the moment, but they cannot read the already calculating mind. That's left for us to read from the image after the fact, then ponder at our leisure."- Jonathan Green, The Age Newspaper.

Yes.
Unfathomable.
Tragically.
Fucking.
So.

Uncertain words.
For uncertain times.
Dense.
With polarity.
Resonant.
With what we understand.
What we don't.

Other's actions.
Cracked up.
Fucked up.
But always
Illuminating to the core.

Gridlock.
Bombs exploding everywhere.
Brits show stoicism.
Through shell shock.

"
I saw the wire and it hit me: he's a suicide bomber." - Commuter, Shepherds Bush, London.

2.5 million surveillance cameras
Mounted within four outposts.
Of London's
Rings of Steel.
Sweet jesus.
Qur'an's riding the subway.
Evangelicism.
On the spines.
Of bomb-rigged-prophets.

People are stunned.
But not.
Overly surprised.

**

Police.
Meanwhile.
Shoot a man to death
In front of commuters.

Blair apologizes.
After the fact.
Bad luck, buddy.
Wrong place.
Wrong time.

But still.
I dream of.
Asahi for my sweetheart.
Lost.
In London
In Summertime.
Somewhere.

Missing.
And missed.

* *



























6/21/2005

essay: #042 :: Sunset Strip



rogersadler.com

Sitting drinking cocktails.
In wind chill factor.
'Sub-arctic.'
Clouds moving way fast.
Just like the last time.

Quake in L.A.
4.9 on the Richter scale.

25 aftershocks.
Magnitude 3.5

Sunset's shaking.
And I'd trade a lifetime.
For just one kiss
From a man.
8,000 miles away.

Ironic...

The iceberg's are melting.
Children die in a hail of bullets.
In a Cambodian school.
And.
Well.
Pedophiles are set free.
Every day.

Comforting isn't it?
The thought of crazy people.
Just roaming.
Roaming free...

But, right now.
I'm just keeping my eye on the clouds.
Turned down the sound.
For a little while.
Sensory overload.
This amazing life.

















5/21/2005

entry: #040 :: Windows On The World


I have this image floating through my mind.

Of a renegade iceberg.
Damn.
Just like the one in Antarctica.
That sexy mother christened, B-15A.
An arctic missile.
Heading for the shelf.

Imagine that!
Dissent in Glacial Headquarters.
Windows On The World.
Not carved from the steel and concrete of human fatality.
But the frozen wasteland of a volatile eco-system.

Mercurial and eerie.
This B-15A.
Mistress of destruction.
Signifier of things to come.
Slam!
Right into the heart of the Drygalski ice tongue
a month ago.

Inconsiderate bitch.
Tearing off two city-sized chunks of ice.
Just like that!
At 71 miles long.
She's the largest free-floating object in the world.
Threatening the longevity of our arrogant ways.
Our hopes and dreams.
Of an inhabitable planet.

Ad-infinitum.
One step from biosphere fucking hell.

* * *

Renegades, all round.
Just ask dear Mr President,
Well.
Someone damn well went and lobbed a hand grenade.
Landed 100 meters from his feet.
Height of bad manners.
Especially whilst he was extolling the virtues of democratic development.

dear Mr President
{Psst... I gush with warmth at the thought of you, Sir}
A figure loved and admired by all.
We so want to wrap you in our embrace.
So...
Smug, sanctimonious and nervous.
Speaking from armored podiums,
Stage shielded by bulletproof glass on either side.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.

Freedom Square, Tbilisi, Soviet Union.
Nice touch.
The promise of liberty.
At a price.
Self-sacrifice of civil-rights
Hell, just take them.
They have no place in this New World Order.

dammit, I always end up back there.
To the bliss of ignorance.
To retrospection.
To the pipe-dream.

I'm thinking
Amnesia.
Global delusion.
The openly naked predatorship
Of our species.
Of our planet.
Of ourselves.

In Utero.
Filled with so much promise.
So much potential...

# transmission ends #

















5/04/2005

entry: #039 :: Hegemony or Survival


"We live in a culture of hysteria.
" - Todd Solondz

Hegemony

c.FTAA IMC

Yes.
That's exactly what it is.
The modus operandi.
Happiness!
Dysfunction-Style-Show.

Hegemony or Survival.
"Militarization of space."
Chomsky's doctrine.

Meanwhile...

Ratzinger's just slipped into the hot seat.
He, of the shifty eye.
And theological mind.
Bleak authoritarianism.
From an unenthusiastic former member
Of Hitler's Youth.

How funny is that?
78-year-old enforcer of medieval ideology.
Childhood specimen of the failed Aryan-vision.
dammit.
He gives me the creeps.
Once right hand man,
Now, Pope Benedict XVI.
If you don't mind.

Militarization of Space.
Militarization of Morality.

Endless...

ABORTION.
CONTRACEPTION.
SEXUALITY.
HOMOSEXUALITY.

Militarization of the very air we fucking breathe.

Political.
Papal.
Accursed downfall.
Either way.

A friend says:
"Write about that African parasitical worm that eats away your insides.
Y'know. It's kinda cool, like Ebola...."
I pause.
And think of trains derailing.
Going so goddamn fast.
90+ people have to die.
Got to fill the quota, folks.
Time's money, honey.
You know the drill.

As autumn surrenders to winter,
I remember a man.
And his words.
As he stood on a beach in Thailand when the tsunamis hit.

"It was eerie.
All I remember was the tide receding.
Going further and further out...
Until there was no water left.
Only sand..."


# transmission ends #























4/18/2005

entry: #038 :: Planet Quarantine



bird.flu

Vonnegut.

Acrimonious bastard that he is.
Immortalized Dresden.
Through the crack-pipe satire and splatter
Of SLAUGHTERHOUSE 5.
>> 2005 >>
Protest novel for a disposable tomorrow.
Populated by the schizophrenia...
Of murderers, madmen and victims alike.

Billy Pilgrim.
Pathetic fictional specimen in the evolutionary chain.
Heretic.
Time-traveler.
Fuck it.

4/04/2005

entry: #037 : : 12 MONKEYS




c.AFP

damn...
It's...
12-Monkeys all over again...

Life imitating art...
All that kinda fucking jazz...

Reactionary papacy...
Sprouted wings and flew into the divine hereafter...
Leaving Corporation Catholika in turmoil...
Vatican-cam....
Press Office 24/7 fucking cam...
Corpse-cam...
Crazy shit...

Angola meanwhile...
Is Haemorrhagic Fever capitol...
Seems nasty little Missy Ebola-virus...
Well, her offshoot cousin anyway...
Marburg...
Has felled 145 already...

Brutal death...
Organs liquefy...
Everyone's running scared...
Democratic Republic of Congo...
Insists on border inspections...
While Angola quarantines...

Airborne...
Humanityborne...
Eco-weapon of Mass Destruction...
Why...
Even old dear Mr President...
Couldn't blast this one into the stratosphere...
Independence Day...
Extinction Day...
What's the difference?

It's all just word-bytes...
24-seconds-ago-is-yesterday's-news...
Cardinals pontificate...
As to the new Pin-up-boy-of-the-Papacy...
While bodies collapse around the Congo...
Bleed...
Back into their original form...
All so biblical...
And ultimately...
Fucking predictable...


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3/28/2005

entry: #036 :: Razor Blade Express


LAST RAYS OF SUMMER...
ON MY SKIN...


Minnesotafreedyfrenz
c.Reuters

Then...
Suddenly...
Teen-angst of Autumn...
Arrives on cue...
ONE BOY'S OWN PRIVATE IDAHO...
Adolescent hell...
Momma's in a coma...
Daddy's fucking dead...

Shooting spree on the Reservation...
240-miles-north-of-Twin-Cities...
9-killed...
7-wounded...

dead bodies in the hallways...
Smears of blood...
On the Evacuation Trail...

Ghosts of children...
Molten with apathy...
Rage...
Cerebral existence...
Bliss...
@ the end of a .22-caliber...

Gus Vant Sant's Elephant...
All over again...
Columbine: Chapter II...
Red Lake High School, Minnesota...
goddamn massacre...


Cameras...
Security Guards...
'Disaster Plan...'
No way of stopping it...

16-year-old Jeff Weise...
Popped his load...
down the barrel of a gun...

"I should've taken the razor blade express last time around. Well, whatever, man. Maybe they've got another shuttle comin' around soon?"

Social outcast...
Loner...
Survivor, 15-year-old Cody Thunder...
Pre-shootout....
"He looked like a cool guy, and then I talked to him a few times. He talked about guns and shooting people...'
Gun culture...
TRIGGER-HAPPY hormones...
Children with the right...
To bear arms....
How proud we should all be...
As parents...
As a human race...
As a highly-evolved...
Fucking democracy...

# transmission ends #















3/13/2005

entry: #035 :: Eyes Wide Open





http://www.afse.org/eyes/

DAMN THIS 21st CENTURY...
And lessons unlearnt...

Sweet Jesus...
A howl of rage...
Surfs Capitol Hill...
Wild and indignant...
We shall be heard...
Goddamit!

Exhibition, Eyes Wide Open:
On The Cost of the Iraq War...

MAKES ME WANNA CRY...

Curl back into my momma's arms...
Escape...
Somewhere warm...
Amniotic...
Pre-9/11...

The silent winds of denial...
Erase memories...
Blowing across a country...
Disembowled by indifference...
By opinion...
By its fallen...

PAINTED WITH THE BLOOD OF OUR EXPENDABLE CHILDREN...
EYES WIDE OPEN...
SO BITTERSWEET...
SO PENETRATING...
So fucking right!

Time to pay the ferryman...
dear Mr President...

Throw in a coin for Brutality...
For...
"To love your country...
Is to die for it..."

Throw in a coin for...
Deception...
And...
Signing their death warrants...

What crazy hell is this?
War...
JFK got it right the first time round...

"
Mankind must put an end to war or war will put an end to mankind..."

Is anyone listening, here...
Too busy counting the fucking coffers...
Greed...
Plain and simple as that...

Orwell's Tomorrow...
All Reptilian smile...
And lamb-to-the-slaughter...

Principals of life and liberty...
Of a country in despair...
A world in decline...
Racing into the arms of tomorrow...
And their own epitaph...

# transmission ends #








3/07/2005

entry: #034:: One Man Army


OneManArmy
http://www.wtc.acmecargo.com


I SLOW-DIVE...
Through a world of...
Fragments...
And strangers...

As society crumbles...
Through my fingertips...

Jesus freaks, madmen and the power-crazed...
Are left to roam this crazy, fucking earth...

>> A ONE MAN ARMY >>

Each...

And...
Every one of us..

Proposed-$419 Billion-US-defense-Package-For-2006...

While Caps melt...
And the earth shakes...
Son-of-a-bitch...
Rumsfeld hums...
"This would set an ambitious course to continue prosecuting the war and to attack its ideological underpinnings..."

WE'RE ALL HOSTAGES...
GODDAMIT...
IN THE LAND OF THE LAWLESS...
Governed by insanity...
Of the worst fucking kind...

Millennial Britannia...
Stocks up on 14.6 million-courses of anti-viral drug...
Tamiflu...
Contingency plan-A...
Code - Ground-Zero-Bucolic...
Vaccinate...
Against...
Avian plague...

I breathe into life...
An oasis...
Softness-to-eradicate-the-sharp-edges...
That drive me crazy...

damn...
This human thing, sucks...
Never breaking stride...
From the momentous rhythm...
Of...
Survival..
And...
Bipartisan existence...
In faith...
And...
The air in which we breathe...

French journalist...
Florence Aubenas makes her debut appearance...
On Hostage-Cam...
Vanished into thin air, apparently...
January 5...
In Iraq...
A land stained by blood...
DEMOCRATIC, MUSLIM & BLUE...

A crock of shit...
No eloquence there...
That's just the way it is...
Fucking travesty...
One-after-another...

21st Century...
Camouflage >> all the way, babe...
Crazy ideology...
National Guard Playground...
Tear Gas...
Fear Gas...
Storm the Metropolitan trenches...
Make the world...
A safer, kinder, bloody place...

Bitch...
Hunter S Thompson....
I know you're smiling...
Up there...

"Millions of people around the world are watching the headlines these days, and most of them are getting the Fear. Good news is out of the question in this brutal year of our Lord 2002. This is the time of the Final Shit Rain, as Nostradamus predicted in 1444 A.D., and anybody who thinks he was kidding should strut out purposefully, like some all-All American girl with a head full of Mandrax, and try to get a job in this country...Yes sir, little sweetie, just walk right up here and get what's coming to you. Ho. Ho.Ho." - "Kingdom of Fear."


Sayonara, Ralph...
Farewell...
And thanks the hell for coming...


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2/25/2005

entry: #033:: Obit For Hunter


HUNTER S.THOMPSON

Hunter

[1937-2005]

Loathsome Secrets...
Of a Star-Crossed Child...
In the Final Days...
Of the American Century...


Whore that he was...
That Hunter S.Thompson...
For having the last laugh...
Son-of-a-bitch...
Bowing out like that...
Just as the world ignites...

Kapow!

"So long and Mahalo..."
Gonzoid prophet...
Subversive junkie...
Hedonist...
Sweet Jesus...
He was God, okay...

Horse-syringes, loaded shotguns, cans of Mace...
And a crazy leer in his eye...

Fear & Loathing...
Every step of the way for this cowboy...
Daily epiphany...
On tap from the barrel of a vengeful God...
In a Stetson...

"A howling, violence freak..."
Fuelled by LSD, ether, alcohol...
And...
Suicidal tendency...

Let's be honest, here...
dammit...
Anyone prepared to call...
dear Mr President a "Whore Beast," honey...
Deserves deification in my book...

Honorific doctor...
Always...
Divinity surfing the waves of the Apocalypse...
Red, white and blue...
You betcha...


His Partner-in-Swine...
Ralph Steadman...
48-hours-after-hearing-of-his-co-conspirators departure:

"Since it happened my feet haven't touched the ground. It's like I can still speak to Hunter beyond the grave. Like he is saying, 'Don't fuck up on this one, Ralph! Tell it like you knew it, but don't bad mouth me!! You always knew I was going to do it, so it wasn't 'if' but 'when'. It was my call Ralph and now you will have to deal with the flood. Apres moi, Ralph - the deluge!!

"Did you think it was going to be an easy ride? You knew what you were doing when you brought a ticket. You were there most of the time, but towards the end you couldn't handle the heat, but you made the role of Honor by the skin of your teeth. So long Ralph, and thanks for the laughs. And remember - The Crazy Never Die! Look after Anita."

HST...
Free-basin' the highway of life...
Snorting it...
Shooting it...
Any which fucking way...

Whilst humanity hits global-meltdown...
The Duke decides to cash in his post-millennial chips...
Bitch, that....

He was, after all...
The bad-ass muther...
Who reportedly spat at Richard M.Nixon...
"Go get 'em, Dick. Throw the bomb! Fifty years more of the Thousand year Reich!"

God I'm gonna miss him...
Trail-blazing fucker...


RIP > GONE, BUT NEVER FORGOTTEN >



































2/14/2005

entry: #032:: Requiem For A Dream



SO PHALLIC...

Penetrating the Stratosphere, like that...

PENETRATION...
Of sky...
Earth...
And human creation...

A-BOMB-FOR-THE NUCLEAR-AGE...

Big-toys-for-small-fucking-boys...
With atomically-modified penis envy...

PLUTONIUM-239...

Decimates 80,000-civilians in one foul swoop...

damn...
The human imagination...
Requiem For A Dream...

TO REALIZE...
TO DESTROY...

And now...

"US SCIENTISTS DESIGN NEW GENERATION OF NUKES..."
So, The New York Times reports...

$9 million thrown into the 'Research' kitty...
For designers to create...
A sturdier, "more robust" weapon...

Projections estimate...
That within 2-5 years...
Operation-Let's-Blow-Anybody-Who-Stands-Against-Us...
Into Smithereens...
Will be in completion...

Fucking heretics...
Frankenstein's-modern-day-army-of-mass-murderers...
LETHAL WHEN TAKEN IN LARGE DOSES...

* * *

Ghosts from the past...
Whisper...

Sweet Hiroshima...
And Nagasaki...
Ashes of Experiment #01...


Tell us your secrets...


Atomic corpses...
Decimation HQ...
Whatever doesn't kill you...
Makes you fucking stronger...

Cold...
Cold...
Comfort...
In an Anthrax Age...

"If the Germans had dropped atomic bombs on cities instead of us, we would have defined the dropping of atomic bombs on cities as a war crime, and we would have sentenced the Germans who were guilty of this crime to death at Nuremberg and hanged them..." LEO SZILARD, SCIENTIST.


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2/07/2005

entry: #031:: CENTURY OF THE WIND


FIRST CAME THE CLOUDS...

Moving way faster...
Than usual...
Why...
Almost sprinting...
Across this Mercurial City Sky...



credit: Geoff Kavanagh

36-degrees...
Bitchin hot...
As Cyclone Tempest...
Dropped in...
Unexpectedly...
Last week...

damn...
This city...
Built on the seeds of fire and ice...
Eternally...
4 fucking seasons...
In one day...

Meanwhile...
dear ole Mr President...
Was at it again...
Havin' some old-fashioned-Southern-fun...
Paying lip-service...
TO HIS TEMPLATE FOR DEMOCRACY...
State-Of-The-Union-diatribe...

The basis of which...
Can ever only...
Truly lie...
In dictatorship of another kind...


Cable News Channels...
Predictably...
Hung on by their fingernails...
To his every motivationally-manicured-word...
Intonation...
Mannerism...

Sick of the drawl...
The rhetoric...
Tired, old, sly-dog fist...
Shaken in evangelical zeal...
Join Us Or Be Damned...

Some may disagree...
And praise the Lord that he is leading them...
Down the good and righteous path...

Al-Ittihad daily...
Declared...
"'
The new Iraq is born today...'"

And furthermore...

" Now that Iraqis have voted, the new line among American critics of the Iraq War is that 'elections are not democracy.' Well, elections may not be sufficient for democracy but they are necessary. Everyone knows that struggle and compromises lie ahead if the new Iraq is going to succeed. But yesterday's demonstration of courage and
hope by millions of Iraqis belies those cynics who
say Arabs and Muslims don't want democracy."

STILL...

My mind flashbacks...
To the Memory Hole...
And the casualties...

Boy footsoldiers...
Just carrying out orders, Sir...

Night-Vision goggles...
Infa-red scopes...
High-powered rifles...
Internet Cafes @ Base...
Melancholy Latinos...
Looking for a break...
In the cycle-of-exploitation.
That's their legacy...

Blood in, blood out, bro...
An oath...
Till death do us part...
And it always does...
In the end...

WAKE ME WHILE I SLEEP...

As the trees crash all around...
The water rises...
Carrying the consequences of our actions...
To the surface...

Ecology...
So fucking fragile...
Human...
And otherwise...


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1/26/2005

entry: #030:: MY OWN PRIVATE BASRA


damn...
This New World Order...
Muted-shades of violence...
Every-hue...

Executions in the street...
And tsunami's of biblical proportions...
The pitter-patter...
Of insatiable lust...
Fuck...
Throw in camera-porn-for-the-Privates-and-their-Generals...
And it's just another day at the office, really...

Sepia S&M-kicks...
For bored One Hour Photo geeks...
Tie me up...
Shake me down...
Prison-bitch slap-and-tickle...
> Now a humiliating affair >

Abu Ghraib...
Come on down, honey...

CAMP-X-RAY, GUANTANAMO...

Guantanamo
c.bbc.co.uk

ONE-TOUGH-SON-OF-A-BITCH...

Shatters the soul into a million pieces...
Suicide Stretch...
Long and Lonely...
Sweet Jesus...
Solace at the end of a noose...

BASRA'S BREADBASKET CAMP...
The latest...

22 photographs...

CAPTION: Iraqi trussed in cargo netting...
Assumes fetal position...
While soldier surfs his backbone...
Pinning his head to the ground with a stick...
So macho...
So Great White Hunter...
Pearly-whites...
And hard-on to boot...

Testosterone City...
Jesus...
Just another way for these freaks to get their kicks...

I dream of stormy oceans...
Perhaps land itself...
Fleets of ferries...
Waiting in the docks...
Pre-and-post-Cold-War,relics...
Age of Terror...
Whatever the hell you wanna call it...

A lifejacket...
A human hand...
The spine of a withered tree...
Tears-spilled-from-a-child...
Orphaned...
In a cradle of exotic graves...

A world with little restraint...
Geneva-Code-Gone-Haywire...
Military...
Civilian...
Does it really really matter in the end?

Code Orange...
Well...
It's shifting into focus...
Like-a-hazy-Fourth-of-July...
Pretty fireworks...
All red, white and blue...

Bigger..
Bolder...
Brighter...
Than you could ever imagine...
In vainglorious...
Webcam fucking technicolor...


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1/14/2005

entry: #029:: DESERT STORM


THE SAND'S BLOWING IN FROM THE DESERT...

39-degrees-of-Eco-System-Separation...
Crazy shit...
Salination...
Desertification...
Midnight arrives...
HUMIDITY...
Too fucking hot to sleep...

Everything's shifting...
Damn Climate Change...
Wasn't supposed to happen...
For 20-years-at-least...

Spinning off our axis...
Global Tilt...
Losing a Nano-trilisecond...
Here...
There...

WHATEVER...

That bitch sun...
Too fierce...
Burns-the-damn-skin...
Clean off my bones...

SKEPTICS...
>> Open your Eyes >>

Royal Nazi-poster-boys...

Striking a Swastika pose...
Trivializing the Holocaust...
To the sound of Grandma tsking...

And Daddy's cheeks turning crimson with shame...

damn Royals...
Rich...
Blue-blooded fools...
Last of a dying breed...
Disintegrating...
Into-their-own-privileged-extinction...

Mudslides in California...
Moscow Melts in Record Warm Spell...
Drought's on its way...
While bushfires devour the Eastern Australian seaboard...

Tsunami...
dear lord...

The Aftermath...
210,000-and-still-counting...
Carnage...
Courage...
And a man...
Selling his grandchildren for profit...

I look...
And I see...
A World of Confusion...
From heatwave to sub-thermal...
In the second it takes to submerge 10 Nations...

WMD...
Honey, the party's over...
And some folk got a little explaining to do...

Severe gales...
Batter Blighty...
The Colonial Sun just about gone...
And melted...
Like the Caps...
And our hearts...
And our optimism...

Look to the horizon...
Population 2005...

To the Disruption to the Pattern...
Of our Remote-Controlled-Lives...
Ivory Towers...
Tropical tsunami hell...
Webcam lifestyle...

Goodwill seeps like honey...
Blurring the hysteria of reality bites...
For now...

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1/01/2005

EPITAPH TO DEVASTATION

EVERYTHING ELSE...
Pales into insignificance...

Really...

Tsunami
REUTERS

125,000-DEAD...
AND THE TOLL'S STILL RISING...

A baby is torn from her father's arms...
Claimed by an angry ocean...

An Indian man and woman...
Carry their dead children...
Shaking...
And...
Pleading...
With them...
To wake...

Just a sigh...
A flicker of the eye...

Anything...
But this cavernous, heart-breaking fucking grief...

damn Tsunamis...

Mother Nature's Furies...
Terrible reality...
TOO DEVASTATING TO COMPREHEND...

A YEAR...
Swallowed whole...
In a split second...

Poor bastard's...
Never stood a chance...

Horror...
Always...
In this life...

SRI LANKA...
THAILAND...
INDONESIA...
INDIA...
MALAYSIA...
MALDIVES...

YOU NEVER SAW IT COMING...
Grazie a dio...
In a thousand tongues...

Swept into the bowels of the earth...
Into cold...
Cold...
Watery graves...

Unmarked...
BUT ETERNALLY MOURNED...

Thai fishermen...
German tourists...
Indian children...

Tsunami...
Knew not discrimination...

MORE RANDOM ACTS...

Now...
Cholera...
Typhoid...
Dysentery...
Stalks the battered shores...
Licking at the heels...
Of the dead...
And not-so-dead...

Ghosts...
Pale imitations...
Barely alive...
Really...

Howling women...
Cursed earth...

Mass burials...

WELCOME, 2005...

In Memorial...


SOMETIMES...
This gift of life...
Ain't such a gift...
A curse...
Perhaps...

An endless...
Two-minute-replay-of...
Life is fucking Beautiful...

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