Friday

Freelance day,

do what you like

or what you planned

execute

or not 

                     be alive in the comfort zone,

                  after all,

                         that is the only place things get done…

even blogging has it’s benefits…

though i have done this for a long time…

instant dissemination is  new

finally i understand the term

                                                            god speed…

i am not from the technical era

 

These guys are:

                                  monologues - the dead flag blues (intro)

this monologue appears at the beginning of the dead flag blues from the album f#a#oo; it comes from incomplete movie about jail, an unfinished film that efrim wrote and has been working on for the last five years.

the car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
                 and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows

the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
                      with the radio on and the curtains drawn

we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death …(not crazy about this line)

the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead on top of their poles

it went like this:

the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair

the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze

i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"

you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever

we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death

i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood

 http://brainwashed.com/godspeed/

 

caution is warranted

 

Canadian Intelligentsia

The Progress Traps

as Ronald Wright

discusses

from bow and arrow                                     

    to bullet

         from gun

             to nuclear war…

problematic.    

http://ronaldwright.com/

the logic of war.

 

                           “and the mood is sombre and i have no beer.”

 

Residence in the New Year

  i remind myself

as the days slip past

my body decays

as i get older

 

Poem.

back to the 340 tonight

and in the afternoon

I’ll exercise

go food shopping

and maybe get a massage

 

the stock market corrects

 

Music

i am compelled

to record my self

and music

have the names

of two able

industry fellows

and here I

hesitate

not quite afraid

to make the call.