The woman that I love

On sun splendent days
When the warm breeze blows
And the grass sways softly
I see her through the glint

She's stiched in white
Gauzy, thin, and flowing
The sweet light shines from her neck
And the angel of summer wakes in her

This woman that I love
Knows to enjoy the breeze same as I
(For something this pleasant cannot be undervalued)
Lives in transendence
And knows that we feel all things together

I watch her hair catch the wind
Her breast swell with joy
Her smile catch fire
And I know she is the woman that I love

--
Humanista
...if I only knew her

moving pictures

Friars in Motion

also, its time again for Ginsberg's
Wichita Vortex Sutra

number's fountain

its easy to count when there is only one
but is it still or volatile, or yet
making a greater third
out of a seperate pair:
a knot in a rope
a flame in the center of dry branches
a heart twisted from veins
pumping to untie each other
untying itself...a recent cyclops empties foootprints a step from darkness, in a vacant wind and torn clothes, leaking through a cracked window like a free balloon
and the line blurs
as rain is tickled from a glaciar
sinking between the poles
then, so again, to the forced four: walls
broken in series
by an absent door
blown open,
(god and greater thirds
both in a trash bag
not meant for children)
less than one


l'a-r0

Why you think you don't belong

This is me rambling, trying to get that foul taste from my mouth... (transfered from my blog)

The world has changed so much in the past hundred years, that we have no time to judge what the effect of progress really has done to us, to the individual. Even the psychological, analytical methods used to determine our state of being (emotion) has had no true competitor. We may be working on the wrong model of human existence.

Greed has become the number one driving force in our society, this is new, it may not feel good to think that we perpetuate this force, but it is only within 6 or 7 generations that this has come about. The reason Greek, Jewish, and Eastern philosophers wrote about virtue and harmony was not because they were hoping that these would become major principals, it was because they were major principals.

Who do you know that strives to be virtuous? You may say you know some, but how many, what percentage of the people you know are driven more by virtue (doing good) than greed? Do we say anything to those people? Do we complement the people who do good enough?

The world we live in does not give us the chance to change in the way we should. The design of perfect homes, cars, objects, packaging- deters the feeling that your thoughts can be better than the groups. They want you to feel just bad enough to say, "If I have this, I will feel better." And this is the furthest we've come.

Humanista

WASHINGTON -- U.S. Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld conceded yesterday that fears he could be charged as a war criminal may keep him from a [NATO] conference in Germany set for next week (Reuters).


TIME/CNN

Alternet

The Times online

Google





Rush Limbaugh said that the Abu Graib prison guards were "just having a good time" and "blowing off some steam."



Michael Ratner, of the Center for Constitutional Rights (the group who filed the suit), said about Rumsfeld, "So this guy has committed -- without any question, this guy has committed war crimes, violations of the Geneva Conventions." And that “These crimes were planned and executed at the highest levels of the US government.”





And about the Center for Constitutional Rights, Joseph A. Klein (author of Global Deception: The UN's Stealth Assault on American Freedom) said, "There is nothing charitable, educational, or noble about an organization dedicated to bashing America, providing solace to suspected (italics added) terrorists, and placing millions of Americans at risk from (sic) more 9/11 style attacks or worse by doing everything they can to impede effective offensive actions against the *Islamic-fascist terrorists."

*by the Christian-fascist 'lawful combatants'?




Finaly, from the same pack (Bob Parks, a former Republican congressional candidate): "I find it unbelievable that Germany, producer some of the most feared, and hated, war criminals ever, has the business to point a finger at anyone, especially since Nazi-wannabes still roam freely there today. If we don't stand up to these socialist bullies, they'll be indicting the troops next. Thank God, they don't have the guts to attack us*. They'd wind up with all our liberals as refugees."

*why wait?


Saddam was a spade...i sense a bias.






P.S. worth a read: The New York Review of Books: A Country Ruled by Faith

l'a-r0

viKingo rides aGain

great stuff on here... i'm catching my breath and then respond

on a bright note... i have procured an oldsMobile Achieva!
because i'm a little lebowski urban achiever!
and proud we are of all of them!

smoooooooooooooooov

-posted by el vik

when I am diving don’t wet the sponge , don’t reveal an anvil waiting below. if i am a cartoon being drawn by an absent lover or trapped in a pinball machine played by strangers, let me be, plug pulled, falling in the dark, bleeding over the lines.

used to be i thought we had to be together to smell the same flower, under the same tree, noses nestled close, bodies surrendered, laying in each others laps. before a pair of nothings cooled in emptiness, asteroids lost on a scope in an old book about NASA used to start a fire.

the fear i feel over forgetting, like ice melting in a glass of dead goldfish, waiting outside, wandering, always wandering outside what my skin fears. i filled a bottle with gasoline and lit the rag stuffed in its neck. now, the mirror is scorched and the moon floats on the surface, drowning in clouds above the lake.

l'a-r0

Ramble

I loved the mood of that last one, I was moved to ramble...

Ramble river
Towards that dark lake
Where my baby drown
Bend and creek
Along your way
Help me lay my baby down

Somehow I'm okay
You slow and constant river
Carry me down
Fill my heart, my spleen, my liver

Somehow you don't mind
I crash my fists on your shores
Carry it away
All this hurt from mine to yours

Ramble river
Towards that place
I do not know
Down in the depths
Where I hope
No one is alone

Humanista

(I read a book of old poetry while standing in the stacks of ol' John King. I had never heard of the author, nor do I remember his name, but it was in the Michigan section so I felt maybe I knew him. )

Loud, crowded lonely bars are my favorite places to write… Is contentment the root of Idleness? Perhaps, but if we are to conquer life, which way do we forge on without a happy compass? Fire lights the way to a smoky bar but the Moon’s shadow shades the way home… Electric lamps and level steps are poor substitutes for good strong scotch-

Sticks mindlessly break the smooth tawdry surface-

-all is for the best

Rocks collect in the rambling river’s coarse bed-

-all is forgotten

Hate builds a tower and love digs a deep whole-

-all is for nothing

Trees Sway, and buckle in a wretched moment-

-all is for the worst

Sand hastily covers the cursed corpse of time-

-all is for tomorrow

Happiness plays a part in the saddest day’s rain-

-all is for everything

Chivo

my regards to JM for the loss of JJ

VIVA LA JUNIOR JULIP

it's hard to make out ( a picture taken by a phone!
what will they think of next) but that is indeed the
junior julip being wheeled away... died of of a broken
heart... or engine as it were. thanx to laro for his
efforts in procuring the vehicle in august of 2005.
and for all of you who lent a hand! it lasted me
more than 20,000 miles! Don't shed a tear for things...
"The sky has shores where life is avoided."


eL vIkINGo