Sunday, May 31, 2015

I Don't Tweet

But, then there's this...

You're a masochist, but, I beat you
because  I refuse to beat you.

Playing It By Ear

Art Tatum vision of 
piano bar in Chicago
a tasteful booth, back
against wood, safe for
the moment because
no one expects anything
to happen here...here is 
where you come in the
between times, before or
after the encore..here is
where you come to, out
side the boxing ring...like
waking up on the lawn 
to the sound of the  
milkman's clinking bottles
without the embarrassment.

Some joints you go into, 
and that itself is success...
it's high class, and no one 
seems to notice you...
you fit in....membership
has it's privileges.... 
acceptance, invisibility,
no matter who you had
to kill, why the music is
so sweet and soothing...
why the bartender is so
understanding.

It takes a while to sink in,
to chill out, slough off the 
care like the snake you are...
it's just another skin, and,
what lies beneath is tougher.

They'll bump you off in a 
restaurant because you're
eating...distracted...not here...
this is like a watering hole
in the Serengeti...the senses
acute for predators....and, it's
posh....hard to ambush ambition.

A perfect, temporary pleasure...
a trifle, an opium dream, your
hit man waiting patiently in the
back seat of the car with his cold
cup of coffee, waiting 'till you've
had enough.





















Friday, May 29, 2015

The Next Room


Contained by knowing
there is a next room...
that, first of all, space
is divided into rooms...
and, beyond that, there
is a next one, which could
be the name for a dance.

Tough poem...it's next door...
maybe it's when we meet in
the hall...get out of the building
altogether....out the gate...part
our ways for the time....

coming back...back into what
we feel is our lives, contained
in our private space of room
not caring what is next or next 
door.

Intuit This

When I followed intuition,
things seemed to work out 
better...my rational decisions
always led to disaster...

luckily, it was hard for rationality
to find purchase on my slippery,
contradictory, schizophrenic 
privileged upbringing...I mean,
it was just a matter of time before
I came out of that stew, as we all 
do....in my case, it was very lucky...

Inuit, intuit, else I'm not into it....
you think our ancestors made
tools, learned to cook, because
of rational mind? No, they just 
saw what fire did.

Rational mind..."I think therefore,
I am."  DesCartes before the horse...
if you weren't already, you wouldn't
already be thinking....after "I am" is
the only time you can realize you're
thinking...a stone fish would eat your
point of view for breakfast.

Rational mind is addictive because
it makes sense, like heroin when you
Jones...like any tool, it can be misused.
Western mind has raised the rational
beyond it's intended purpose, to make
shopping lists, get to the moon, to the 
point that Western tendency is for
humans to believe that rational mind 
can...do everything...solve all the problems,
which, seems to me, an oxymoron....
to believe in rational mind.






We've suddenly become Poland, or, India,

waiting for the next invasion...difference?

We were invaded from within, zombie WASPs

planting their larvae....let them eat themselves

out from within...sound familiar?  I'm still human,

not part of this Social Darwinist fantasy/reality

feeding frenzy....wake up,  Manatees!



Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Ex Machina

Saved by the bell
of stock market
time machine slips
on probability, and
a man escapes a 
telephone booth
Clark Kent used to
change in.

Urbane warfare
across from martinis
all the tells on 
computer...programmed
into prospectus.
"So, what do you feel
you can add to our 
company?" "You already
know. You just want to
hear my answers."

The waiter brings another
tray of doubles. Suddenly, 
he hemorrhages, spilling
his blood over the glass
table. "Hard to get good
help these days." We 
move to another place.

"Let me be frank with you..".
Says fRank, CEO of 
Franklin Productions.
"I'm sick of robots...they
just can't brainstorm.

Shakespeare solved the
unsolvable through poetic
convention. We can't do 
that here. The A.I.s lack
one thing...imagination...
which you gotta have to
make the leap. Maybe 
that's the definition of 
soul."

fRank was getting into 
his cups. Obviously he 
already decided to hire
me. Otherwise we 
wouldn't still  be talking.

We were silent for several 
moments while the para-
medics carted off the dumb
waiter...not out of respect.

"To be without description
of to be...That's Wallace
Stevens...do you know what
that means?"

"No, fRank, what does it mean?"

"It means to be human, beyond
description...it means that every
human, no matter how sure they
are of themselves, given a new
situation, will go beyond that idea
to face what's new.... they will,
actually, forget who they think 
they are and, in some way, use
their whole minds on the spot
instantaneously...unless their
minds are frozen by ideas and
belief, which means they're not
truely human in the first place.

So, to solve the unsolvable, put
humans into untenable situations
and see what they do. You will
lose a thousand, but, the odds 
are much better than an hundred
monkeys that the problem will
be solved by the few that are left...
crack the whip on those axions!"

"That's interesting, fRank...do I
get the job?"

"Hell, you're already working."




Saturday, May 23, 2015

Sharona


She happens...
we all do...for brief
moments... in her case
she shows moment in
every lick of her lips, so,
you see, she is the goal
you see, not possess, no,
when you have it, you 
have her.

Alamo Alcoholico

I've got to make every drink count,
surounded, up against a wall...how
much more inspiration 'till I run out
of ammunition? I measure my life
by the shot, but I'm losing my aim,
my desire, and my fear of falling
in battle, forgotten the cause...
cause?

Barely Alive Old Mens' Club...
"I want my world within reach..."

"Let's have a Carnival in my body
Apocalypso of Old Age Crisis...
We could join ISIS, the Carnival
of violence." (with many party favors
of money, women and weapons...)

Yes, because this train is out of 
control...and, won't stop 'till 
it runs out of track.



Wednesday, May 20, 2015

World Lottery

The Bilderberg Group, in concert with the 
United Nations, has come up with an equitable
solution to the world population crisis. A World
Lottery will take place. Participation by everyone
on the planet is mandatory. 20% of those
participating will win. The remaining 80% will be
euthanized. The lottery will be entirely random,
assuring a fair representation of all peoples.
This process will preclude the necessity for war.
War tends to over eliminate youth,
which is harmful to the species survival. The
public will need to be educated as to the necessity
and fairness of the process, and, it's importance
for the flourishing of mankind. This will be the
first time humanity has acted in the interest of
the species rather than in the interests of smaller
groups of  individuals competing against one
another.  This process will bring the species
together for the first time in human history.

"World Lottery" Copyright 2015 John Tischer

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Quote

"We now live in a nation where
doctors destroy health, 
lawyers destroy justice,
universities destroy knowledge,
governments destroy freedom,
the press destroys information,
religion destroys morals,
and our banks destroy
the economy.”

Chris Hedges

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Clear Rant

Oh yes, open, nothing on my plate,
when will I ever again get to that state?

You could say I'm here, now, so, what's
to rant about, rantworthy, rantable?

Have you ever noticed that when people
are having a good time, they're usually
not angry?

There are those that have a good time
when they are angry that should be killed....

..they just got on the wrong bus and should
be taken off before they take others with them...
it's simple and compassionate clarity...

Can you rant clarity?  Did Jesus in the
Sermon On The Mount?  Did  Buddha
when he spoke the Noble Truths?

Did M.L. King in his last speach the
night before he died? Did Johh Brown
before his misfourtunate deed?

We remember the speeches, 
not the deaths....it seems this
is what, these days, we have 
pretend great men for.

For The Women

Your beauty is the key
that perpetuates the
human song...without
it, there'd be no reason
to continue.

Your beautiy stimulates
desire, sure...how else the
ape man gonna get the
idea?  That beauty, else
ape man put his round
peg in any square hole.

Without you, there would
be no art...no reason to
dance in celebration.

It's a chemical driven
process, sure...and, I'm
old, out of those, so, I
don't feel the pull anymore...

Without them, what drove us
woman crazy/alive, we'd
never have had Bethoveen
or The Stones, no, so, thanks
for everything we were able
to feel....especially because
we never thought we would
feel anything.










Friday, May 8, 2015

Can't Remember The Title

There is a moment 
in a sci fi book I read
that condensed a monumental
change in a spare of words,
got the nanosecond down in print...
I read the monumental changes that
took place in that part of moment.
It made perfect sense...if you could
sense the blast that vaporizes you.
I'm feeling that exact change now,
no matter how long it seems....it's 
taking too long...to fly apart...