On this the last day of the first month,a third of the way,through the fifth decade of my life,I begin to blog. I write,in defience of cold,poverty,sickness and public indifference/contempt. I intend to concentrate on matters poetical. You do not need,nor care to hear,my viewpoint on the zeitgeist(we're all fucked and I'm glad),political opinions(they're all a set of useless cocksuckers) or religious/spititual beliefs(the dave abides).
Not knowing whether to post when I've got something i want to say or less frequently,when i have something worth saying; I'll do it when I can be bothered. Let me leave you,with some suggestions: Good reading http://www.ranprieur.com/. Good listening at http://www.abneypark,com/. Good watching,go to google videos and Derrick Jensen,'EndGame'.
Oh, a poem
MEMORIES
memories burned
on my soul,
like the shadows
of vaporised humanity
etched on
the walls of
Hiroshima & Nagasaki.
Acid-burned
past,
poorly covered by
times
grafting of fresh
memories.
I still show
the scar
my enemies/friends
gave me.
They're faded
now and few
notice them
or know why
I bear them.
Poet quote,'To have great poets there must be great audiences too' Walt Whitman
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Follow the outré exploits of this transcendental vagabond and street bard as he pushes the boundaries of human decency and poetical possibility.
Follow the outré exploits of this transcendental vagabond and street bard as he pushes the boundaries of human decency and poetical possibility.
