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Behaviour Is Truth
-Andrew Vachss
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My Father-In-Law say this difference between a Democrat and a Republican is this:
Say You see a person drowning 20 feet from shore.
IF you are a Democrat, you throw them a Life Preserver and walk away.
IF you are a Republican, you throw them 10 feet of rope, and tell them "Work it out yourself."
Whereas a Black Militant I met back in 1992, who's name escapes me at the moment, said the differences ammount to this:
They both want to fuck you up the ass. A Democrat uses Vasel...
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As relentless and timeless as hunger,
and as meaningless,
to some infinite and unseen hired power,
that bellows out of nowhere,
with the force and depth of God's own public address/Emergency Broadcast system,
"Nothing but the Newest in Nightmares tonight,
Ladies & Gentlemen, Boys & Girls, of all unimportant ages,
Welcome to the Redemption Demolition Derby!"
As a white hot spot sweeps the semi-frenzied crowd of habitual offenders,
Substance and cirumstantial abusers,
pyschopatholo...
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Expression walks the line
between thought and action,
drawing blood like drawing flies
to a mixture of honey and vinegar
in which my shadow dances,
like a long forgotten jones
or insomnia's day dream.
Lost in broken moment,
reflected in a broken mirror,
relentless as the sun.
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My muse is missing, presumed dead,
for the last two weeks or three,
but that last part could just be,
that Motor City pessimistic tendency.
Someone said it had to be
that poem about a crunchberry,
but that's a sad ass joke,
like, "Dude, it's karma, for dumping that chick Calliope."
And there's other factors that make me shudder,
nearer and dearer to me,
than dedication to "dead arts",
or bad history with female mysteries.
Like being driven to distraction and back...
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Well it's 9th and Hennepin
And all the donuts have
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the grill like
The whole goddamned town is ready to blow.
And the bricks are all scarred with jailhouse tattoos
And everyone is behaving like dogs.
And the horses are coming down Violin Road
And Dutch is dead on his feet
And the rooms all smel...
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The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come,
the cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone.
But let me ask you one more time, O children of the dusk,
All these hunters who are shrieking now oh do they speak for us?
...
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A Season in Hell
Introduction
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
One evening I took Beauty in my arms-- and I thought her bitter-- and I insulted her.
I steeled myself against justice.
I fled.
O witches, O misery, O hate, my treasure was left in your care...
I have withered within me all human hope. With the silent leap of a sullen beast, I have downed and strangled every joy.
I have cal...
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For those unfamiliar with the concept, a Mantra is a word, used in the "East", to meditate on, for the good of one's being. It clears the mind, calms the heart, and nourishes the spirit. For me that word was, is, and probably shall remain ENOUGH.
I gained this word from a STRANGE place, the classic Western (ironic right there, no?) The Magnificent Seven. In a pivotal scene, the bandit Calvera, confronted by seven men protecting some all but destitute campesinos, asks how many ...
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I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in the chapters you shut
Sometimes the jail can't chain the cell
And the rain's too plain to tell
All alone by a barren well
The scarecrow's only scarin himself
I've been diggin the ground
Thru the dust and the clouds
I see miles and m...
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When I cease to race my waking age,
that turns days to nights,
turns days to paid and unpaid hours,
transcending semi-prepetual motion,
within society's semi-critical mass,
I linger in the moment where I can smell nothing but green,
unclean heart almost halting,
remembering the earth is turning,
take me for the ride of my life knowing,
I've never been here before.
Behind cool glass,
inside silver's razor fine safety line,
my twin who claims this body a...
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Political differences...
(blog entry)
My Father-In-Law say this difference between a Democrat and a Republican is this:
Say You see a person drowning 20 feet from shore.
IF you are a Democrat, you throw them a Life Preserver and walk away.
IF you are a Republican, you throw t...
read more
Big Savings in Eternity Equity
(blog entry)
As relentless and timeless as hunger,
and as meaningless,
to some infinite and unseen hired power,
that bellows out of nowhere,
with the force and depth of God's own public address/Emergency Broadcast system,
"Nothing but the Newest in Night...
read more
Compulsive
(blog entry)
Expression walks the line
between thought and action,
drawing blood like drawing flies
to a mixture of honey and vinegar
in which my shadow dances,
like a long forgotten jones
or insomnia's day dream.
Lost in broken moment,
reflected in ...
read more
Not-Quite-Freestyle For An M.I.A. Muse (in the key of E)
(blog entry)
My muse is missing, presumed dead,
for the last two weeks or three,
but that last part could just be,
that Motor City pessimistic tendency.
Someone said it had to be
that poem about a crunchberry,
but that's a sad ass joke,
like, "...
read more
9th & Hennepin By Tom Waits
(blog entry)
Well it's 9th and Hennepin
And all the donuts have
Names that sound like prostitutes
And the moon's teeth marks are
On the sky like a tarp thrown over all this
And the broken umbrellas like
Dead birds and the steam
Comes out of the g...
read more
The Stories of the Street by Leonard Cohen
(blog entry)
The stories of the street are mine, the Spanish voices laugh.
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas,
and I lean from my window sill in this old hotel I chose,
yes one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose.
I ...
read more
My Favorite Rimbaud Poem
(blog entry)
A Season in Hell
Introduction
Once, if my memory serves me well, my life was a banquet where every heart revealed itself, where every wine flowed.
One evening I took Beauty in my arms-- and I thought her bitter-- and I insulted her.
I ...
read more
My Mantra...
(blog entry)
For those unfamiliar with the concept, a Mantra is a word, used in the "East", to meditate on, for the good of one's being. It clears the mind, calms the heart, and nourishes the spirit. For me that word was, is, and probably shall remain E...
read more
Scarecrow (by Beck)
(blog entry)
I'm walkin to the other side
With the devil tryin to take my mind
And my soul's just a silhouette
In the ashes of a cigarette
Illusions never fake their lies
Trick cards fool the eye
Carry zeros over till they add up
Bury tears in ...
read more
No Contest
(blog entry)
When I cease to race my waking age,
that turns days to nights,
turns days to paid and unpaid hours,
transcending semi-prepetual motion,
within society's semi-critical mass,
I linger in the moment where I can smell nothing but green,...
read more
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