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May 29, 2012 5:31 pm

The street I grew up on crumbles. All the stories of my childhood – all of the events of my life will evaporate into smog, absorbed by weeds, broken apart by lack of attention – unless I care for them, write them down, wrap them up in warm pages, nurture them with breath, voice, and memories, and infect the minds of others with the pathogen of my oral and documented history.

 

 

February 12, 2012 9:27 pm

Right before I went to sleep last night, I thought up some lines very similar

which makes it weird to watch this today. well after a shitty ass day this is truly breath taking.

alicia keys - words unsaid

February 3, 2012 4:16 am

noisettes- “when you were young”

sooo much better than the killers. this song makes me happy

January 22, 2012 4:54 am

Allen Ginsberg is such a badass

America
America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January
17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb.
I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I
need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not
the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back
it’s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical
joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday
somebody goes on trial for murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid
I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses
in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle
Max after he came over from Russia.

I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by
Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner
candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It’s always telling me about responsibility. Business-
men are serious. Movie producers are serious.
Everybody’s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance.
I’d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of
marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable
private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour
and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of
underprivileged who live in my flowerpots
under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers
is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that
I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly
mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as
individual as his automobiles more so they’re
all different sexes.
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 
down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Com-
munist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a
handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and
sentimental about the workers it was all so sin-
cere you have no idea what a good thing the
party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand
old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me
cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody
must have been a spy.
America you don’t really want to go to war.
America it’s them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen.
And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power
mad. She wants to take our cars from out our
garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Readers’
Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia.
Him big bureaucracy running our fillingsta-
tions.
That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read.
Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us
all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in
the television set.
America is this correct?
I’d better get right down to the job.
It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes
in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and
psychopathic anyway.
America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Berkeley, January 17, 1956
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I’m now obsessed with listening to poems read by their author. Its so great. This one was hilarious especially when he read it. I now want the next gift I get to consist of anthology of audio poems from cool people like Kerouac, ginsberg, edgar allen poe, langston hues and such. that would be jawesome. Im also deprived from slams. Im looking at another poetry event to speak at but I guess nothing happens in January…not yet anyway. Plus ever since I did that dumb rap at the last one, something serious would be nice.

January 15, 2012 10:59 pm
Sudan has started ‘confiscating’ southern oil

dynamicafrica:

Sudan has started to confiscate some oil exports from South Sudan to meet “unpaid transit fees” but said it will not shut down a pipeline carrying the southern state’s oil.

“Since early December we’ve started taking part of our share after the southern government refused to agree on a deal for a transit fee,” Saber Mohammed Hassan, a member of the Sudanese delegation in Addis Abba for talks on the oil issue, said on Sunday.

The talks on Tuesday, sponsored by the African Union, are being held after previous rounds ended in failure.

South Sudan said on Saturday that diversion of its oil was “blatant theft.” It accused Khartoum of ordering its security services to load 650,000 barrels of southern oil worth $65m on a Sudanese tanker at Port Sudan. 

“The government of Sudan has chosen to steal this oil in broad daylight just days before its own proposed commercial oil negotiations with the Republic of South Sudan,” Stephen Dhieu Dau , South Sudan’s oil minister, said in a statement on Saturday.

‘Pipeline to stay open’

He said the oil pipeline would be closed within days since storage capacity was filling up in Port Sudan but Azhari Abdalla, director general of Sudan’s oil exploration and production administration, dismissed this.

“What I can confirm from our side is we will not close any line. It will stay open. You can take this for granted,” he told the Reuters news agency.

Saber Mohamed Hassan, Khartoum’s chief negotiator on economic issues, did not say directly how much oil Sudan has confiscated.

But he said Khartoum is applying the rate of $36, up from an initial demand of $32, to the volume exported by South Sudan, which is then divided by the global oil price “to get the number of barrels we take.” He did not say what Khartoum is doing with the seized oil.

South Sudan has accused Khartoum of blocking oil exports of 3.4 million barrels in Port Sudan and asking foreign oil firms to divert some oil to refineries in Khartoum and El-Obeid.

Pagan Amum, South Sudan’s top negotiator, said on Sunday oil companies had sent a letter to Khartoum verifying that South Sudan has paid for the use of oil infrastructure in Sudan since July.

“This letter makes it clear that the government of Sudan has no basis to demand any payment from the government of South Sudan because it has been paying and we cannot pay twice,” Amum told reporters in the southern capital Juba.

In a second demand, Khartoum wants South Sudan to pay a total of $1 billion for transit fees since July, said Badr el-Din Mahmoud, the deputy governor of Sudan’s central bank who is also part of the delegation.

He said South Sudan also owed Khartoum another $6bn in debt. “The South has sent us a letter demanding $5bn but this amount is not correct. We actually demand from the South $6bn,” he said.

Under pressure

Sudan’s government is under pressure to overcome a severe economic crisis after losing the southern oil which made up 90 per cent of the country’s exports. It generated $5bn in oil revenues in 2010.

“The national economy cannot do without oil,” said Idris Mohamed Abdul-Qadir, head of Khartoum’s delegation in Addis Ababa.

South Sudan has refused to shoulder Sudan’s foreign debt of almost $40bn which has been a burden for the economy for many years in addition to a US trade embargo.

South Sudan pumps around 350,000 barrels per day (bpd), officials have said. Sudan produces 115,000 bpd in its remaining fields but needs it entirely for domestic consumption.

South Sudan became independent in July last year under a 2005 peace deal with Khartoum that ended decades of civil war that has killed two million people. But both sides have failed to sort out a long list of disputes.

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Just add oil confiscation to a list of inequalities inflicted on South Sudan by its northern enemy. I’m sure racial, religious, and political barriers have yet subsided in intensity after July’s independence ruling. This can be shown by the slow progress in infrastructure rebuilding and quarrels in negotiations with the north. The hard hand of the north’s president, Al-Bashir, approved changes to the immigration law which would automatically strip all Southerners of their citizenship and terminate all southern born soldiers from military and gov service right after independence was issued. Should loyalty and length of time in the north matter? Bashir doesn’t think so. Khartoum, the northern capital, also stopped the flow of goods and services to the South by closing all borders. Salva Kiir, the south’s president is open to a permeable and reciprocal relationship with the north- in favor of northern born citizenship in the south and giving Northerners the priority in investments and the job market. Khartoum has no intention of doing the same.  South Sudan can only move past decades of genocide, slavery, and destruction that came with this past civil war by working with both al-bashir and the UN to progress in new transparent regulations. Yup this is going to be a long struggle. 

(Source: )

January 3, 2012 4:19 am

this guy is pretty awesome. im glad someones sticking up for iowa. im tired of hearing about the republican caucuses

4:12 am
The road
It brings me to my destination and away from home.
It is both the bridge and the barrier between me and my destiny.
It is inviting and defiant at the same time.
It is in front of me and behind me.
It can be smooth and it can be rough.
It is the vein of my world.
When I’m on it I’m on track.
I follow it to its source where I will find my treasure.
And then it will bring me back home again.
-Bert Teunissen
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I recall that I’ve previously posted about the benefits of long car rides but this topic is especially relevant right now. My recent 18 hour road trip to see family in the south was pretty special.
Highlights:
-being apart of a fuchsia landscape as the sky falls over the mountains before the sun meets the horizon. this is all while driving through the kentucky smokies and seeing a waterfall jut out from a crevice in a cliff close to the road. 
-its christmas morning and im going 95 down the freeway in southern ohio. literally no one else is visible on the road and beck’s “loser” is blasting out the speakers. ahhh yeah.
-talked about the logic in the acts of religious fundamentalists and the dilemmas fisheries face with justen. didnt think that would ever happen…ever. turns out my brother is not such a closed minded ass. who woulda thunk it
-I read -DMT: The Spirit Molecule when Josh and Justen drove. Pretty amazing stuff. Wasn’t really interested in all of the junk about tripping out on drugs but it did talk about the soul being seated in the pineal gland and about how near death, mystical experiences and dreams originate with the gland’s release of the neurotransmitter dmt. whenever someone explains tracking the soul through chemical messaging, good things happen. it brought up some interesting questions about the nature of dreams and the resonance of thoughts during collective effervescence or when enlightened. gave me something to think about 

-a huge crash happened a quarter mile or so in front of us about 16 miles outside of the florida border. usually people dont think about this as necessarily a good thing and it certainly wasn’t in many contexts. but look at it this way -its almost pitch black except for a few bill boards up the road. cars are at a stand still and the majority of people walk out onto the middle or edge of an 8 lane highway to gossip, walk around, and dance to some fresh beats playing. when are you ever given a chance to sit indian style in the middle of a still highway with atleast two thousand people on either side you? Everyone seemed really friendly and relaxed, so much so that when I took a walk up to the crash, atleast 12 people came right up to me to chat about what happened. some of them were kind of creepy but that happens. so I sit there in lane 4 eating whats left of my moms cookies in the middle of night eyeing these white horses enclosed in a small fenced off farm a little ways up. an hour passed, the road cleared and we were gone.

sometimes passively watching through a window is the way to be. you learn things. 

The road

It brings me to my destination and away from home.

It is both the bridge and the barrier between me and my destiny.

It is inviting and defiant at the same time.

It is in front of me and behind me.

It can be smooth and it can be rough.

It is the vein of my world.

When I’m on it I’m on track.

I follow it to its source where I will find my treasure.

And then it will bring me back home again.

-Bert Teunissen

_____________________________________________________________________

I recall that I’ve previously posted about the benefits of long car rides but this topic is especially relevant right now. My recent 18 hour road trip to see family in the south was pretty special.

Highlights:

-being apart of a fuchsia landscape as the sky falls over the mountains before the sun meets the horizon. this is all while driving through the kentucky smokies and seeing a waterfall jut out from a crevice in a cliff close to the road. 

-its christmas morning and im going 95 down the freeway in southern ohio. literally no one else is visible on the road and beck’s “loser” is blasting out the speakers. ahhh yeah.

-talked about the logic in the acts of religious fundamentalists and the dilemmas fisheries face with justen. didnt think that would ever happen…ever. turns out my brother is not such a closed minded ass. who woulda thunk it

-I read -DMT: The Spirit Molecule when Josh and Justen drove. Pretty amazing stuff. Wasn’t really interested in all of the junk about tripping out on drugs but it did talk about the soul being seated in the pineal gland and about how near death, mystical experiences and dreams originate with the gland’s release of the neurotransmitter dmt. whenever someone explains tracking the soul through chemical messaging, good things happen. it brought up some interesting questions about the nature of dreams and the resonance of thoughts during collective effervescence or when enlightened. gave me something to think about 


-a huge crash happened a quarter mile or so in front of us about 16 miles outside of the florida border. usually people dont think about this as necessarily a good thing and it certainly wasn’t in many contexts. but look at it this way -its almost pitch black except for a few bill boards up the road. cars are at a stand still and the majority of people walk out onto the middle or edge of an 8 lane highway to gossip, walk around, and dance to some fresh beats playing. when are you ever given a chance to sit indian style in the middle of a still highway with atleast two thousand people on either side you? Everyone seemed really friendly and relaxed, so much so that when I took a walk up to the crash, atleast 12 people came right up to me to chat about what happened. some of them were kind of creepy but that happens. so I sit there in lane 4 eating whats left of my moms cookies in the middle of night eyeing these white horses enclosed in a small fenced off farm a little ways up. an hour passed, the road cleared and we were gone.

sometimes passively watching through a window is the way to be. you learn things. 



3:12 am
-Simon Fujiwara

-Simon Fujiwara

December 21, 2011 8:25 pm
shrug them atlas of oranges

shrug them atlas of oranges

8:00 pm

because I breathe in fire 

tune-yards- “fiya”

7:47 pm

This is Sergio and Horace. descriptive realists…and they want yo booty.

(when professors ramble, sketching is my only defense against the gates of dream world.)