Anime

The “Left Behind” Series

Ron Paul

People Magazine

My Space

Conversations about the weather

Dog People

Shopping

Fascination with/interest in the Olsen Twins (or insert other “celebrity” here)

people who litter (especially those who do so in my front lawn)

Books on CD/tape

James Patterson

NASCAR

Baseball as a metaphor for America

Here is a poem by Damian Sebouhian, he lives in Northern California, is 37, divorced, and enjoys cheese.

Gospel Accordingly

1.
Put my sins behind your back, saving one for the sleeve.
Death cannot sing your praise.
The grass withers and the flowers fall,
but do not be afraid. The flesh cannot count
the sheep of your worry.

Save your manna for the dogs,
eat my words
oh prisoners of trust.

The stock market rises and falls
but the interest lasts forever.

Traverse the eye of the needle
head first,
listen for the present’s eternal bellow.

Watch the fool pick ocean glass
for the sky fish born from all this
ferocious change.

God haunts the simplest questions:
What time is it?
How are you doing?
When will it stop raining?

2.
God haunts military idioms:
Death count.
tactical maneuvers.
Private.
General.
Yes sir, no sir.
Right away sir.

The general calls for a surge, but he is a private man.
He has spiritual experiences. He appreciates the joy
or randomly satisfying bowel movements. He prays
for lower taxes, for his daughter’s Harvard admittance.
He bemoaned the demotion of Pluto to the lower
ranks of planetoid.

Is there no justice, indeed.

3.
The air strikes your fancy. Your fancy car,
your extensive digital music collection.
It’s in the atmosphere, the blood of your fancy.

Play poker with my sins. The ante will be low, like smoking
in front of a baby.
The stakes, dramatic: like losing your soul to Wal Mart.
Bluff death at your own peril.
Fold to beauty for beauty’s sake.
Stack my sins in neat columns, but don’t count them.
Better yet, lose all count.

If you find yourself wandering through the valley
of Hamon Gog, you know you’ve lost.
You’ll have to listen for my voice
shaking the lupin that cover the countless graves.

This is what I’ll say:

“As you go through the land, if you see
a human bone, set up a marker beside it
until gravediggers have buried it.
There you will eat the flesh of mighty men
and drink the blood of princes of the earth
as if they were the rams and lambs,
goats and bulls – all of them fattened animals
from Washington.”

4.
You are helpless, pigeonholed
by a rival deity; dear friends let us
love one another.
Dear friends, keep yourselves from idols.
Rahab, the prostitute is here
to set you free.

What good is voting when her tongue
has a much more selective imagination?
What good are words when her moans
call the moon to shine
through your ceiling?

Like the breeze in a forgotten painting,
You will become her masterpiece.
Love her, love her,
love her…

Even as the bread is leavened
and the Romans raise another cross.

Please join Michelle Obama for Get Out The Vote Rally in Asheville, where she’ll talk about Barack’s vision for bringing America together and creating the kind of change we can believe in.

GOTV Rally with Michelle Obama
featuring special guest, Gladys Knight

University of North Carolina Asheville
University Quad
One University Heights
Asheville, NC 28804

Friday, May 2nd
Doors Open: 4:30PM

For preferred viewing tickets and to RSVP:

http://nc.barackobama.com/MOasheville

The event is free and open to the public. Tickets are not required, but RSVPs are strongly encouraged. For security reasons, do not bring bags. Please limit personal belongings. No signs or banners permitted.

I don’t know what they mean by “doors open” as there are no doors to the quad, but I’m sure you can figure it out

This blog will return to action soon, I am currently otherwise occupied with things of a domestic nature, what with the changing of the season, and what not (which is kind of code for not really being interested in blogging)…But Beltane is just around the corner, and my wife tells me that it is customary to have sex in the fields to make sure the crops come in…so get to it. until then…

Adamitism:Nakedness for religious reasons

Autolatry: Worship of oneself

Squassation: A form of punishment in which the victim had his arms tied, feet heavily weighted, and was jerked up and down on a rope.

Flabellum: A large fan carried by attendants to the Pope; or, a fan used tokeep flies away from the Communion wine.

Errhine: Made to be sniffed into the nose.

Barm: The froth on beer. Sometimes called fob.

Kakistocracy: Government by the worst people

Eidolism: Belief in ghosts

Cuspidor: The word that James Joyce singled out as the most beautiful in the English language.

1

The expedition began in the toe.

The smallest of spaces made new again.

The place where you keep all your future deaths compacted.

No one was sure if we were winning the war or not,

all information was received via an accounting of the stars.
Better luck next time.

2
After reaching the summit we turned around and headed back down.
No one took any pictures, as the tremendous loss of life seemed to prevent it.
Later on someone remarked, but no one was listening.

3
The exile, in his solitude, composes letters on the bottom of his feet.

Soon someone will ask how we got here, and no one will return.

This should be guarded against.
Remember your oath.

4

Because this is not what it says it is, it is something different. No one knows what it is.

5

The opposition had taken the form of sleep. No one trusted their dreams.

6

No one is a response to nothing.

7

No one is here.

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Ten Ways the Internet (as we know it) Will Die

Joe Wenderoth reading from : Letters to Wendy\’s(and a John Berryman poem)

Oh, and this is your brain:

(stolen from George Carlin)

Here is the Secret News:

All people are afraid.

No one knows what they are doing.

Everything is getting worse.

Some people deserve to die.

Your money is worthless.

No one is properly dressed.

At least one of your children will disappoint you.

The system is rigged.

Your house will never be completely clean.

All teachers are incompetent.

There are people who really dislike you.

Nothing is as good as it seems.

Things don’t last.

No one is paying attention.

The country is dying.

God doesn’t care.

Shhhhh.

In The Latest Novel The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion meets Everyman. It is the turbulent 60’s and Everyman is from a well to do Northern Family while The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion is from a poor southern backwater town, but who nonetheless is wise and worldly. They meet at Exclusive West Coast University, and fall in love. They take part in The Struggle, become jaded, have numerous affairs and children, and divorce by the mid-seventies. Soon thereafter Everyman begins taking peyote and hanging out in SouthWestTown, looking to expand his consciousness, to throw off the chains of upbringing, and to seek The Nothingness. The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion moves back home with The Children and starts a school for MinorityGroup . The chapters alternate between perspectives. The Writer includes maps, hand drawings, pictures, and at about the middle of the book, begins to author single sentence chapters that are centered on the page to add a dash of Post-Modernist pastiche. The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion and Everyman struggle to find/make meaning in theirs lives with varied success. Their children grow to resent them both and rebel in various ways. Everyman eventually (after taking a 3 year trip to TibetNapalIndia and converting to ZenBuddhism) moves to Small Northwestern Canadian City and begins selling marijuana to cancer patients. Everyman makes peace with The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion, but not The Children, and dies after being run over by a car. The Character Whose Name is a Vague Biblical Allusion vows to never marry again, but has several long lasting fulfilling affairs with various gentlemen. The TownsPeople come to see her for advice and she becomes a bastion of TheCommunity, and after several unsuccessful tries she pens a novelized version of her life story, which quickly becomes a bestseller and propels her and her hard won homespun wisdom onto the talk show circuit, where she becomes an overnight success and is offered a talk show of her own (which she declines), as well as a lucrative book deal (which she accepts) and lives out her days in SmallEasternCoastalTown surrounded by cats.