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flattened skunks

flattened skunks

riding in 1952
in my uncle's chevrolet
he stopped
saying,"take a deep breath
some day there
won't be any
dead skunks
left to smell"

Uncle Vic later
sat on his white couch
in front of the white drapes
in his snow white livingroom
put a shotgun in his mouth
and somehow pulled the
trigger

Vic had gallons of silver dollars
three perfect
strange daughters
Diana Lee
Susan Lee
Barbara Lee

and knew the
dead skunks smell
we all did.


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Now playing: Bob Dylan - You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
via FoxyTunes

It is difficult

being zen when you live in a zoo. That of course is the beginning of a metaphoric exploration of the similarities between my life and the life as lived by those who live in the zoo. It promises the profundity of a cliche because I know little of zoos. It is one those phrases that a lazy muse floats into view. Here consider this:

"It's Hard Being Zen While Living In A Zoo"

The monkies are awake
swinging in the branches
on monkey island
the zoo in San Francisco
of course

old grey gorilla
sits pondering flea bites
and grapes

lions roar somewhere
where they echo
give me this day

some kids got
eaten by tigers

in the air
the seagulls come
and the seagulls go

out my window
it's turkeys snow
and crows
some deer
opossum
coyotes
owls
our chickens
and flattened rabbit
cardials
and chickadees


monitor to the front of me
monitor to the left
around the corner largely
a projection television set

satellite reception
disappears in the storm
ove them til they're
done
they let us out
for public viewing
prodding
for
food and
fun.

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Fall Scale 2008
Category: Writing and Poetry

This is a scale poem; a song I sing looking over my desk at the woods through the window of where I am and where I have been.

Fall Scale

snow cold wet leafless
branches slender trunks brown and
white dead daylight lace

brown means dying
black means dead
stand your father
on his head
dig it deep
root deep
gone

black and white
checkered shirt
fingers on the keyboard tapping
mickey mouse and
white gold ring

oceans surf
and cold fog
sand and driftwood
art on the cliffs
a song in the middle
of my chest
aches

cold is cold

time is up
run out
your lawyer doesn't care
no money there

no golf ball
flies that far

snow snow
cold and cold
rubber heels slip
to break my bones

Taming the poem

Interpreting meaning or translating poetry for sense has never been something I felt necessary. It in fact, tames the poem, whips it in to a framework for containment so that it will be a little less frightening.

It is the emphasis on understanding that allows the deconstructionist to say that words have no meanings or more accurately mean what we think they mean and are therefore relatively meaningless.

which is saying the butterfly landing on my knee means I am important or not when it is simply so.

Or to paraphrase, a poem is a state of being...what a poem does is the proof of synchronicity, but even saying that tames the moment more than I would ordinarily do.

narcissus would understand.

halfway through 2008

I have a toothache THE CANCER'S GONE i have a toothache yaeah

IN THE ROOM I RIDE

"Well, Sirrah! move back, there is scarce room to ride."
-- from “The Fool Errant”
Amy Lowell

from here I cannot
see the kingdom sky
with my eyes the roof
stops rain and light too

stops outside where the
cars park and birds fly
tar and air grass and
clouds the cheer and boo

of every where
and every when
on this watery
ball where I can run

in circles circling
counting bits of ten
the base that speaks of
being done on earth

home of the brave king-
dom of drive I can
not see past the room
the work shop of words

waiting for glory
to arrive for the
power of old stars
to end stop but there’s

a surge against the
enjambment edging
air of dark heaven
luring in the light

in the room I ride

the broom of love



Make Much of Time
by Robert Herrick
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying,
And this same flower that smiles today,
To-morrow will be dying.

The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun,
The higher he's a-getting,
The sooner will his race be run,
And nearer he's to setting.

That age is best which is the first,
When youth and blood are warmer;
But being spent, the worse and worst
Times still succeed the former.

Then be not coy, but use your time,
and while ye may, go lay with me;
For having lost just once your prime,
You may for ever tarry.

2007 shudders to an end

looking around the room today
is the best I can do with my web cam
and I'm not sure I like those candy
ass ladies who want to show me their stuff
for money when I have plenty of
useless stuff around the place
and webcam pointing at me
Perhaps you'd like to shoot some green
to line my wallets with

It's cold here all the time
in one way or another
I think silver and mercury
bandits stalk the plastic floors
disguised as wood
the way robin did you know
taking from poor putting it on the floor

The penguins are watching but
they're sewn to silence
sworn to innuendo
and limited to guess.

Shadow Killing

I've been doing too much pessimistic expounding of late. darkness always gives way to the light. This is a poem about that. My granddaughter Willow is our light dancer, caster, and killer of shadows.

Shadow Kill

it's a lot easier to talk about gutters than stars
gutters collect the runoff

the excess water that falls from the sky

carrying leaves, sticks, small dirts and

if there's enough of it around, blood
washed back to the
the ocean we came from.

the gutter's clogged
with excesses of our dead parts.
But we can't drown stars.
their lights shine and as long as we can see them

the gutters will only collect the small parts
of the glory of the explosions in the sky.

in the beginning there was light
the lights in the sky are stars
no gutter can hold the fury of the coming of the light

we burn and boil and rise in to the air

nothing can hold us in this universal bang

the stars would kill us if we got too close to them
the gutters are safer.
we can float there and drown the streets
with parts of once living things

killers, presidents, butterflies, and kings,
leaves, and waste...
Oily bones and vegetable power

darkness is a shadow under our feet.
we are creatures of the light.
what storm can wash light through the streets?

Bo Bice must see video

This with a littlle jiggling is alreadya poem

Sometimes, if you just keep an open mind reality kicks your door in with a poem...just don't try to get too fancy with language.
Best,
Stephen


Rob

Subject:
Body: ----------------- Bulletin Message ----------------- From: Rob Date: Oct 23, 2007 4:39 AM don't fuck with monkeys, man...they'll fucking kill ya!




Delhi has long struggled to cope with marauding monkeys The deputy mayor of the Indian capital Delhi has died a day after being attacked by a horde of wild monkeys.

SS Bajwa suffered serious head injuries when he fell from the first-floor terrace of his home on Saturday morning trying to fight off the monkeys.

The city has long struggled to counter its plague of monkeys, which invade government complexes and temples, snatch food and scare passers-by.

The High Court ordered the city to find an answer to the problem last year.

One approach has been to train bands of larger, more ferocious langur monkeys to go after the smaller groups of Rhesus macaques.

The city has also employed monkey catchers to round them up so they can be moved to forests.

But the problem has persisted.

Culling is seen as unacceptable to devout Hindus, who revere the monkeys as a manifestation of the monkey god Hanuman, and often feed them bananas and peanuts.

Urban development around the city has also been blamed for destroying the monkeys' natural habitat.


http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7055625.stm

Write about something real

Just another set of ideas and topics to write about that don't include your wounded psyche

----------------- Bulletin Message -----------------
From:
Date: Oct 21, 2007 5:41 AM

Looking for something real to write about?

It is about time that poets stopped writing about their belly button lint, their angst, and the frustration of being a poet. Looking for things to pay attention to? Try the world around you. That's what this blog is going to be about from now on. . . something to write about that isn't you.

Best,

Stephen Morse

Social inequality in US hits new record

Social inequality in US hits new record

By Bill Van Auken

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The Internal Revenue Service issued a report last week documenting record levels of social inequality in the United States. According to the data released by the IRS, America's wealthiest 1 percent accounted for 21 percent of all income in 2005, while the bottom 50 percent earned just 12.8 percent of the total national income.

While the share of income taken in by the wealthiest 1 percent rose steeply—up three points from 19 percent in 2004—the share for the half of the population at the bottom of the economic ladder fell during the same period by 0.6 percent.

The IRS data, published in the Wall Street Journal last Friday, are based on "adjusted gross income" reflected in tax returns for 2005. This measure provides a starker and more accurate picture than other indices of the staggering polarization between wealth and poverty in America.

It records individual income after deductions for such expenses as alimony or individual retirement accounts, and includes capital gains, a major source of income for the very rich. It also breaks down the figures relating to the wealthiest social layers, spelling out the obscene levels of income raked in by the top 1 percent and top 0.1 percent, as opposed to other reports that lump this relative handful of multimillionaires and billionaires together with average figures for the top 10 percent.

The share claimed by this wealthiest layer has now surpassed the previous record recorded during the stock market boom of the 1990s. And, while the IRS has kept such data only since 1986, it is believed that the present percentage of the national income going to this layer is higher than at any time since the period that preceded the Wall Street crash of 1929 and the Great Depression.

Even George W. Bush is compelled to acknowledge the prevalence of social inequality in America. In an interview with the Wall Street Journal, the president said, "First of all, our society has had income inequality for a long time." By way of explanation, Bush, the offspring of a family worth many millions, declared, "Skills gaps yield income gaps."

The Wall Street Journal was more candid than the president, acknowledging that while the IRS did not spell out the source of rising income for the wealthy, the "boom on Wall Street has likely played a part."

The newspaper went on to point out the enormous accumulation of wealth on Wall Street itself, citing a recent study from the University of Chicago showing that twice as many Wall Street executives count themselves in the top 0.5 percent income bracket as their counterparts in other sectors of the economy. One of the authors of the study, Joshua Rauh, told the Journal, "It's hard to escape the notion" that the increasing monopolization of wealth at the top is a "Wall Street, financial industry-based story."

Summarizing the study, the Journal reported that "the highest-earning hedge-fund manager earned double in 2005 what the top earner made in 2003, and the top 25 hedge-fund managers earned more in 2004 than the chief executives of all the companies in the Standard & Poor's 500 stock index combined." The study also found "profits per equity partner at the top 100 law firms doubling between 1994 and 2004, to over $1 million in 2004 dollars."

The data released by the IRS indicated that the minimum annual income needed to make it into the top 1 percent rose 3 percent between 2000 and 2005 to $364,647.

On the opposite end of the social scale, the median income of tax filers had fallen 2 percent between 2000 and 2005 to just $30,881, with fully half of the population struggling to get by on less than that.

Earlier data released by the US Census Bureau established that every section of the population outside of the top 5 percent saw their real income fall between 2000 and 2005.

According to one recent study, while real income for the bottom 90 percent of the population fell by 11 percent between 1973 and 2005, those in the top .01 percent bracket, comprising some 14,000 households with annual incomes averaging nearly $13 million, saw their take increase by 250 percent over the same period.

What emerges from the data are the effects of a long-standing social policy involving a massive transfer of wealth from working people, the great majority of the population, to a handful of the super-wealthy, who have enriched themselves at the expense of the rest of society.

This is not merely an American, but rather a global policy that has been carried out on the backs of the working class of every country. A study released last week by the Boston Consulting Group found that the world's 9.6 million millionaires—comprising just 0.7 percent of the earth's population—now control $33.2 trillion in wealth—roughly a third of all the wealth in the world. According to the study, the world's wealthiest 0.1 percent—those with $5 million or more in financial assets—now owns 17.5 percent of global wealth.

Meanwhile, half of the world's population—some 3 billion people—live on less than $2 a day.

The social cost of this vast accumulation of wealth by the financial elite grows daily. A report issued last week by the Center for Economic and Policy Research and the Center for Social Policy at the University of Massachusetts in Boston found that 41 million working families in America—one in five—are unable to cover the costs of basic necessities with the money they earn working for low pay and no benefits.

The study found that many of these workers are ineligible for federal support in the form of child care assistance, the Earned Income Tax Credit, Food Stamps, housing assistance, Medicaid or the State Children's Health Insurance Program, and Temporary Assistance to Needy Families. Eligibility for such assistance has been steadily tightened by federal and state governments.

The demagogy of the current crop of Democratic presidential candidates about defending the "middle class" notwithstanding, these policies have been enacted by Democratic and Republican administrations alike. The growth of income inequality in America has continued unbroken since 1973, spurred by the high-interest-rate, recessionary policies enacted by Federal Reserve Board Chairman Paul Volcker—Democratic President Jimmy Carter's appointee—with the deliberate aim of driving up unemployment, slashing wages and unleashing a big business offensive against the working class.

It was under the Clinton administration that the top 1 percent set their previous record share of the national income—20.8 percent in 2000, Clinton's last year in the White House. This was up from about 14 percent when he first took office.

The increased concentration of wealth was fueled by the Democratic administration's deregulation of the financial markets, which spurred the financial bubble of the '90s that gave rise to much of today's financial elite. At the other end of the social ladder, the Clinton White House carried out a ruthless war against the working class and poor, carrying through its pledge to "end welfare as we know it" and slashing other areas of social spending.

From the beginning of the Bush administration, the Democrats have helped pass round after round of tax cuts for the rich, running into the trillions of dollars. Even a limited proposal to close a tax loophole that has allowed hedge and equity fund managers earning hundreds of millions of dollars a year to pay a lower tax rate than a bus driver or an office worker was shelved earlier this month by the Democratic Senate leadership, in deference to the party's well-heeled contributors on Wall Street.

The inequality that pervades every facet of American society inevitably finds its expression within the Democratic Party, which, while posturing as the party of the people, remains a political instrument of the ruling financial elite. Among the Democratic candidates, the three front-runners—Hillary Clinton, Barack Obama and John Edwards—are all millionaires.

Roughly half of the US Senate is made up millionaires, many of them Democrats. The House, meanwhile, is led by Speaker Nancy Pelosi, who in her latest financial disclosure forms reported that she and her investor husband conducted some 30 stock sales and purchases last year, many of them involving sums up to $1 million each. She also reported owning a California vineyard, valued between $5 million and $25 million.

The Democrats will do no more to reverse the growth of social inequality than they will to end the war in Iraq. In the final analysis, the explosion of militarism abroad and the destruction of working class living standards at home are two sides of a common political agenda aimed at funneling the wealth of the US and the world into the coffers of a financial oligarchy.

"The Garden "
"Show me your garden and I shall tell you who you are."
Alfred Austin (1857 -1929)


1. THE BEGINNING

"The Garden "
"Show me your garden and I shall tell you who you are."
Alfred Austin (1857 -1929)


1. THE BEGINNING

"The Garden "
"Show me your garden and I shall tell you who you are."
Alfred Austin (1857 -1929)


1. THE BEGINNING

"The Garden "
"Show me your garden and I shall tell you who you are."
Alfred Austin (1857 -1929)


1. THE BEGINNING

this is a test
"Sometimes Life Is For The Birds"


(sometimes life is for the birds. can you hear them?)


5 billion
A baby born today will be the
5 billionth human alive
Born poor, probably sick
Eat-Drink, Eat-Drink
Buy. Buy.
Eat-Drink, Eat-Drink
Haw,, Haw, Haw. The baby may live
Fast food, Fast Car
Eat-Drink, Eat Drink
Buy, Buy, Buy.
Help it, Help me, Help us