The Ones That Broke Free

Coming of age in the sixties and seventies

in the United States was like being in a particle

collider of social forces and energies that smashed

some barriers temporarily, brought increased

awareness in many spheres, failed miserably 

in the political arena, created a modern template 

of what society could be, and was, later, 

overwhelmed by the persistence of corruption, by 

then, endemic in the government.

Some jumped out of windows on LSD….

self defenestration…..

some became converted capitalists….it was

up to you then, if you were into it, what you saw,

what message you got out of it, how long you
were in it, what you did after you got out of it.

That was the denouement…the cry of joy while
there still might have been time…what the first
half of the Twentieth Century was always longing for.

There is still the ripple in the pond of that freedom.

There is still music we love, air that we breathe,
there is still the unimaginable world that we
haven't, fully, yet explored.

To All The Dead Cowboys

Their moving the fuel rods in Fukushima

and all my wives and dogs are coming back to me…

their moving the fuel rods in Fukushima

and my old Ford looks the away it used to be

O' we'll all go out to the outdoor drive in,

to see our favorite movie one more time….

we'll eat hot dogs and drink a jug of Ripple…

just one more stupid, happy, drunk'n evening

and I can take those rods just fine!

Their moving fuel rods in Fukushima…

the world just isn't what it used to be.

Their  moving fuel rods in Fukushima…

How do I know? It glows when I pee pee!!!

OK…Some Rap Is Poetry

Maybe it all is….
I'm not that sophisticated…
Nor as soaked in sulphur,
if that has anything  to do with it….
doo dee doo dee dooo….
even rap depends on the two beat…..
doo dee doo dee doo…
It don't mean it bad rap…..
it rap
ain't blue
oh, more clever words….
well…. it didn't help
the white people.

Good For All

Nothing…..

(Did I get your attention?
I'm just F'(having a good time) wit ya!
Sense of humor is the punchline….
now, I can write the rest of this
sitting at a hookah in Odessa,
as is my nature. Well…somebody's
got to be wrong…or, right….no
parameters now…you gotta think for
yourself…because the music is over…
not strong enough now…you have to
make your own..which is all I'm saying….
nothing.

Spontaneous Attention Getter

Ahem!  Hi! I'm Ashton to Xena!
forget why…or, even Z!!
You're looking at ME!!! Hey!!
Good!!  For ME!!

Oh, well, now is when I write a line or two…
whatever it takes to keep you looking at me.

No.     Can you say No?
I'm speaking my spore….
I'm a mushroom with tendrel….
You can't understand, but, maybe you will.

Think back,
to when you fell off of your bicycle….
when you skinned your knee on side walk
because of skateboard…when you went to
the store, and, you didn't have quite enough
money, but, he gave it to you anyway.

These are the only moments we remember.
Could be a joke, could be a straight-line.
Your vision is as good as mine.

Arising

Get Up! Get Up!

The day is blazing!

With you or without you!

It comes it goes without a schedule!

Wake up! Wake up! Time is a-wasting!

When you're in it, there is no such thing

as time!

That's why now is so now!  It's so very

very….what are you waiting for!!?

Poan,,,#?

I'm celebrating tonight…

give me a reason,

I'll say: "Sure!"

You Are Like Having An Audience

I watch the hits on my blog.
it's a blogspot thing…a statistic…
I really don't know what it means.
What I've noticed, is I get a lot more
hits for a while when I've just posted
something. It's like watching your
pulse rate go up. It's like trying to look
at reality a few steps removed. That's
what any media does…more and more.

Is Fukushima Retribution?

Fukushima is retribution for Hiroshima and Nagasaki

Consider it:  

Japan:  "Oh, we have this bad nuclear accident….hey,

look!  All the radiation is heading to the United States!  Hmmmm…

Do we really want to stop it?

We didn't want nuclear reactors….they forced us to….

what's good for the goose is good for the gander!!
Banzai!"

The Looters

Your money, your houses, your lives
have been looted by the banksters,
the medical and big pharma industries…
make your own list….they are protected
by police in combat gear, by the courts,
by government. Why should they have
all the fun? Sure, go ahead and protest.
They like a little bit of that…makes it seem
as if you had a choice…until it gets too loud,
too many people…then they send in police,
Blackwater, National Guard…to protect
"The Nation"….not you. Why should they
have all the fun in this controlled anarchy?
They know you're going to do it anyway.
Looks like they're ready. Your vote means
nothing to them…nor to you. Why should
they have all the fun? Give them some of their
own medicine. I don't advocate the overthrow
of the United States Government. You can't
overthrow something that's no longer there.
Try to be aware. Denial is the first stage of
the acceptance of death.

Story…N.S.A.

Story

I'm sitting in the S.F. airport, in an

interrogation room of the NSA, the

FBI, you name it. This beefy dude,

that looks like all the other dudes

in a black suit says to me:

"We've seen you publish a lot of 

subversive posts about the United 

States Government on your website."

I say: "Yes….did I miss anything?"

Beefy dude starts to look serious,

I say:  "Let me tell you a story…"

Beefy unclenches his fists a bit….

"My Ex in Mexico has a nice house 

there….she used to leave her front 

door open so the dogs could go in 

and out. There weren't many houses 

close to hers. One night five drunk

Mexican men with guns, walked through 

her front door…told her they were going

to rape her and kill her and steal 

all her stuff. When this guy told her

that, she told him that she knew that

she would die someday, and he was

going to do what he was going to do…

but that actions have their consequences,

and his actions would too. I'm not sure

if that stopped him, or just slowed him 

down…but, at that moment, he didn't 

hurt her. Then, a Mexican cop car came 

down the road, the getaway driver, 

honked his horn, they piled out into the 

car, but they did shoot one of the cops

as they were driving away. (Don't think

they killed him/her)"

(…..that part of the story is true.)

"So, my only question to you, Sir, is do you

think you're better than that slimy, dirty,

drunken, rapist, Mexican thief-thug? Or, will you

pause for a bit and think about your actions?"

Free Country

It's a free country…
you're  not free, the
country is…free to do
whatever it wants, to you.

One Joke

I've started doing monologues
pacing up and down the room…
Either I'm going crazy, or, becoming
a comedian. Here's a joke, in honor
of J.F.K.  :

"Kennedy assassination?

It can't be a conspiracy
when every one is in on it
EXCEPT THE PUBLIC….

that's called a coup."

The Quick And The Dead

The quick and the dead

you know what that phrase means….

(it's another two part Digital/dualistic code)

just to keep things consistent and heading in the same direction…

The quick and the dead….well….

take the quick…

you could call them fantastic human machines

of enormous invention!!!

tremendous athletic rob-o-Daddies,winning 

every contest they ever enter!!!

Even Chuck Norris is so good that everybody

gets to be him!!!

then, you have the dead….not many accolades there…

they're all just the dead. They may have been Chuck

Norris or not….even Chuck Norris doesn't care…

You can't say, "Hey! Skippy! how's it going!!?"

"WE have no trouble with the dead here,"

Sheriff Norris, (or, was that Omar Sharif?)

hey, we're all Chuck Norris now…anyway!

"the dead keep a lot to themselves anymore,"

he continued….

"It's pretty hard to read them….they don't get out much…

very few in our sand volleyball league."

Sheriff Norris informed us later, that his campaign

to raise the dead was on going.  Sheriff Norris:

"Hey, Jesus did it himself!  I'd say he was the first

Chuck Norris. He set a great example !!!!"

…it was like watching the pyramids being built

right in front of you in five minutes.

…..let's see the dead top that!!

Alternative Aphorism

Alternative to:  "It's A Good Day To Die!"

I'm from Chicago. We say:  "Gotta Die Sometimes."

I've Been To Osaka I''ve Been To Oaxaca

Oh, I've been there
I remember
as if it were
an earthquake.

No need to be angry…
now is time to be calm.
How can I help you to relax…
life is inevitable.

Redundancy Again

I had a redundancy class in college…

let me put that another way….

I had a mythology class….

in college…

what I want to do here is find a word

that combines oxymoron and redundancy…

more on that later….

so, I'm passing this on to you

from my class…(redundancy 

punchline.)

Proteus

OOps….

done here….maybe a misquote 

will soothe your not being me:

"I never met a sucker I didn't like."

(by the way, I passed)

Ode to Vanity Fair Magazine

(The Last OF Eden)

"Here is a dog of no known kind,

with one white eye and one black eye,

and the eyes of it's eyes 

are as lost as you'll find."  eecummings

Looks like they found another lost tribe…

well, it wasn't lost 'til they found it; they

knew exactly where they were. Now that 

they've been found, they are sure to be lost.

This is what we do…this is all we  do…this

Terminator civilization.

Maybe in six months one of these
darlings will be adopted by society and
trained to walk a runway in Paris, wearing
the latest jungle chic…. (might be a challenge
to teach them to walk  in a straight line.)

They say there are still a few small
civilizations left that haven't been discovered
…in South America and the tropical Pacific.
Why do we have  to find them? They might be
some of the few  people left able to survive in
the world that's coming. Can't we keep our
corrupting dirty paws off  of anything? We could
put them into a preserve… (wait, that doesn't
sound right.)…..what I mean, is we could put bars
around wherever they are….it wouldn't be like a jail,
because that's where they are  already. If we tell
them it's to keep the rest of  civilization out, they
might start to like us.  The Kogi have kept us away
for over five hundred years, so far….

and they still have their culture.

You notice they put the article at the back of 

the magazine. Thank you, Vanity Fair, for

demonstrating that you are the white trash you

so vividly represent.

Aphorism

We know what we are doing.
That's the hardest thing to believe.

Now

It appears I'm waking up,

although we know

appearances are deceiving.

Well, at least I don't have to

take LSD again, for one thing.

I don't have to do anything

anymore. That's how I know 

I'm awake.

Six years old again, but no one

will take care of me now, like then.

That's fine, that's how it goes.

Many people before me knew

that, before they died.

Most of the old people died

before they could give you 

what they had.

That's all you need to know now.

Trans Hamlet Fat

I am not an A student,
nor was ever meant to be.

I'l take my C+ and hide
behind the arras.

Soliloquy if you need me.

Haiku **

We're doing the same
thing, my friend, call it living
call it dying.

Watching "On The Beach"

Two train wrecks came to mind:

Swish

waiting for the Super Bowl

or, some one like him….

I think of the oral traditions

and wish that I was there.

Old Hippie Saying:

"I don't know if we're even, or,

even together on this...

I don't even know if we're there."

Conclusion Aforethought

I reached a conclusion….not like 

a thought or idea or concept….

it was more of a life conclusion…

.a body conclusion…..

that I don't have to struggle anymore….

and the moment I came to that conclusion…

I stopped….

which kinda opened up a new bag of 

worms for a while…

a little excitement of freedom…

.yada yada….

but, even, being free is nothing 

to get excited about….

you might get excited 

about not being enslaved….

I don't know. I'm not you.

Midway

Midway

It's midway, but it's more

than half way because 

it's an algorithm.

And, if that isn't a paradox

my enigma has no place to go.

Only For The Registered

Like a  parrot

in a Monty Python skit

I cannot prove

that I'm not yet dead.

Burma Shave, Dude…

from: "Burma Shave…

the Zen Prophesies"  by:

Who Knows….that old stupid guy

that lives down there somewhere

and eats something sometimes..

I Can't Laugh For You

What's next? What's left?

Number three is what's going on.

We're binary now….

we don't want to be odd.

We've been eaten by our machines.

Artificial intelligence? Hey!

I just told you!

Poof #3

Probably a short entry….the flight of
crows has ceased for the moment…
I've removed my hand from the tennis
racket for the time being.  A month, still,
'til I go….might as well pull up a roofer,
a weefer, and take a load off. We're all
adults here, aren't we? (Oops….suddenly
half the people left the room….must have
been the adults)

It's great….I can write anything I want!
Why? Because I'm almost dead and I feel
free  and I'm  already published. Call it
adult onset childhood dementia, if you like.
Really, really….too many words….
not enough meaning.

There's a term for what I'm doing….I don't
know if it's from comedy, or life.  It's called:
"Fuck'n wit ya!" I've had plenty of parents,
teachers, bosses…haven't we all? So, I'm
writing for the little guy….me. Why? Because
somebody's got to speak up for…me And,
since I see no queue waiting to speak for….me,
I guess it's my turn.

I saw a politician on vid yesterday. He was a
retired Republican hit man….Atwater kinda guy.
He wrote a book that affirmed Johnson had
Kennedy killed….but, let's not talk about that now.
The reason why I mention him is that a very important
idea he stated was that politics has to be entertainment
to garner attention.  That's all I need to say about that.

I don't know if you know the joke that has
the punchline: "But, Mr. Shaw, everybody knows
it's turtles, all the way down." My punchline?
Folks, it's straightlines, all the way down.

I was a plumber in South Carolina…(shudder)…
I had a boss that was kinda cool….a cross between
(never mind). He let me work there for five years,
so, he couldn't have been all bad. The point I
leave you with now, ('till the next paragraph) is that
he gave me a bit of advice…

I was on a job, and I had a 1 1/2" water pipe,
in the ground, gushing like "an ass of barbecue"
as they say down there. I called him up for help.
His response, before he hung up the phone,
abruptly, was :   "Don't let it whup you!"

I know….well hell

I'm listening to the
Grateful Dead
and, I wrote this
on the way.

Not Now

No, I'm not taking any questions.

If you didn't get the jokes

ask for your money back.

Hey! Send Me Money!

You (expletives deleted)
This is not even a joke….
certainly not a poem.

I want you to read me
because I am a comedian,
an actor, a poet….

I love you all very much, just….
don't ask me to like you.

fuck the money…
(Hey, if you didn't get the
joke, I have to explain it, right?)

Without A Net

like Nietszche's Ubermensch on a tightrope

over the marketplace….I just haven't fallen yet.

Pupils

Pupils are what you teach….
the eyes….you think it's
the same word for no reason?

So Deska?

And so it goes…
as Kurt Vonnegut would say.
There's no point in
getting angry
or even or even
having anything to say.
"So long, and
thanks for all the fish!"

Poof #2

I'm going to visit California….never been
there…should be fun. I'll be there the
second week in December.

I've been writing on this blog for some time.
Many of my posts are critical of the United States
government. Critical enough to be a red flag
for someone? Yes…of course…anyone who
hasn't been paying attention to the actions of
the government to militarize the police, just as
one example,  doesn't know what's going on
in their own country. But I'm not a violent
person….I don't advocate violence against the
the USA government. (For one thing, they've
got too many guns…..that's called "humor",
by the way.)

But, it seems, these days, even criticizing
the government makes one a threat. Well,
if I'm not writing my blog by the third week
in December, when I should be back in
Mexico, take that as another clue.

I'm not afraid of the US government. I won't
hurt anyone, but, I'm not afraid to say what I feel,
and I'm not afraid to die. I believe I am a patriot.

I always had a feeling that if I went to California,
I would never leave. I think that's why I wasn't at
"The Summer of Love." This is in no way a veiled
threat to anyone else.

I used to be more angry…now, I see no point. As
Mark Twain once said: "I see no profit in it."
What's happening in world politics is just a side
show now.

Let's see what happens. Keep an eye out for me.

Poof

I am going to San Francisco next month.
 An idea I had was to ride around in a
limo one day, with my friend, and videotape
us old hippies on the road, for the last time,

driving in circles in luxury, in San Francisco,
where the world might have been saved,
if the CIA hadn't  replaced the LSD and pot
with heroin and  methamphetamine. We were
all naive and thought  we could change the
world with love. Guns seem to be doing a
better job of it at the present. So, the premise
of two senior hippies thumbing their noses at
the idiots that are destroying the world, while
conspicuously consuming mass quantities,
still seems like a great idea. I see Jeff Bridges

and Harry Dean Stanton playing the leads.
Steal this idea,  if you like. My dear friend
hates limos, so, I couldn't do it without him.
Maybe they still have double decker tourist
busses there…(did they ever?)….so, there's
still some dregs in my mind.  But, I just
wanted to have some fun while I'm there…

and I still will. Can't see giving my money
to a worthy cause, 'cause I can't see anything
left that's going to be unsinkable.

Break out the champaign, Captain Smith!

My Vacatiion

My next vacation 

is to lake Urine…or, is that Huron?

not sure…I get confused about

large bodies of fluid anymore.

Efemal

That was the name
of the drug on the bottle
that someone showed me.

Let's Get Critical

Olivia Newton John
notwithstanding.

Addendum

You won't have enough time
to see the truth
before it happens to you.

No Insult

I don't want to insult anybody….
but, these days, how can you not
and still be human?

Ongoing

My computer went nuts….changing screens…mouse arrow 

going everywhere….no control.

It was off for a while….now it seems fine.

Maybe D___ would have an idea.

G__ says I should just re-instal my operating system….

I'm a plumber….and…like Schultz on Hogan's Heros (see??)  

to boot:

"I know nothing! Nothing!"

maybe the little darling just needed to rest for a while….

I always, after 20 years or so, approached plumbing that way, 

or shit, whatever was there.

There was magic in plumbing, sometimes, besides the shit.

I pulled a gold ring out of a lavatory drain one time…..

a wedding ring that the clients had lost years ago.

They didn't even thank me. Looking back, no,

they were too excited at the time.

That's probably the same problem as with the Bible.

Quote

"You can't have tabula rasa 'till you erase the blackboard."

Anon.

New Entry: Mexico: Surealism

In Mexico,

everybody talks about everything, but,

a fish.

Road Sign

not much time left…..

no complaint…..

(not just this night, but EVER….

do you know that word?)

Burma Shave

A Funny Thing Happened to Me On The Way To California

I've been talking about this trip

for six months or more with the friend

I want to visit.

When I sat down in front

of my computer to buy a

plane ticket, a storm came 

up outside, knocked out 

the power six times in a row,

I locked myself out of the bank

account…the airlines wouldn't

accept payment.

I know, but I can't explain how,

but these kinds of obstacles that

arise before something important

are a good sign. (all the rationalists

can leave now.)

Because the world knows 

what you're doing….it just

sometimes

wants to make sure you do.

Fragment From A Comedian

Always leave them laughing….hey…

Davy Crockett was one of the first comedians…

Fess Parker

Walt Disney

notwithstanding…..

forget Buddy  Ebsen…

he was always a sidekick

of reality.

Poan

"Rocky": if you've done anything, you remember what
it is to do something.

That's why Ali beat Foreman…..

not why he beat Frazier….

no one knows….even them….why Ali beat Frazier…..

Symptoms

I was in theater in 1971. At the time, there were over three hundred theaters
in the United States that presented their own original works. Now, there is
only one left….Broom Street Theatre in Madison, Wisconsin. That was the 
place where I performed in 1971. A friend of mine was recently beaten up 
in a road rage incident in….Holland. His wife told me about it. The police told
them that that type of occurrence is becoming increasingly common. Sounds
to me like a symptom.