Post #328,546
6/24/10 3:15:28 PM
6/24/10 3:16:27 PM
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Wow, this guy can string the words together
In other words, other words. Every war, every devastation, every invention and advancement lets us further mutate, mingle and shapeshift our mindmelds, bedazzle the dictionary and upflip the lexicaldingle as we reconfigulate the snugglemodes of the metaverbalizer. You follow me? Of course you do.
And for some straight-up poetry:
Like the top kill, like the junk shot, like the blowout preventer, the words we create ultimately fail, fall short of stopping the gushing plume of tragic meanings, the feeling that something is enormously wrong with how we're going about eating and screwing, singing and dying on this pale blue dot.
Put it this way: Our words, our media, our storytelling try to capture it all -- the spreading sense of dread, the glooming doom, the hope for a quick and healthy fix despite the sinking feeling that one ain't coming anytime soon -- to keep it in check and keep it from poisoning the pristine waters of life and love surrounding it. The oil is poisoning the ocean. The meanings are poisoning the soul.
I'd love to see this entire piece performed live, poetry slam-style.
http://www.sfgate.co...2Fnotes060910.DTL--
Drew
Edited by drook
June 24, 2010, 03:16:27 PM EDT
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Post #328,549
6/24/10 4:20:30 PM
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"You follow me? Of course you do."
um, not so much, really.
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I think it's perfectly clear we're in the wrong band.
(Tori Amos)
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Post #328,563
6/24/10 11:06:01 PM
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shatner could read it
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Post #328,565
6/24/10 11:11:54 PM
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Was thinking more like LL Cool J
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Drew
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Post #328,571
6/25/10 4:12:38 AM
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At his best..
(I conclude that) MM can somehow meld the dripping sarcasm of H. L. Mencken, the subtle excoriation (via faux-folksiness) of Twain -- with a bunch of micro-oeuvres of Carlin/Vonnegut by way of Mort Sahl.
And with the Greats gone now, mostly -- while the Gloom gets denser, that yellow-miasma of ever-diminishing prospects for the old Disneyland Circus Economy ever again tickling the fancies of masses in search of {even-lower) lowered-consciousness:
I'm thankful for his presence.
(His topic related self-links further flesh-out the scale of his dyspepsia, er orthogonally? Proving that, by Cthulhu! the lad can refract n-dimensional vertices with any String-theorist on 'shrooms ... without breaking a sweat.
Ex:
http://www.sfgate.co...4/notes060410.DTL
[. . .]
We cannot blame evil terrorists, some cluster of swarthy foreigners who hate our shopping malls and secretly envy our Porsche Cayenne's. Nor can we blame the spill on some sort of nefarious conspiracy, a secret act wrought by devious agents in black helicopters designed to destabilize the U.N. and induce universal mind control -- unless, of course, you're getting a little desperate and don't get outside much, in which case, you absolutely can.
Finally (and a bit shockingly), I'm not hearing Pat Robertson or any of his cretinous cult of apocalypticans blame the gays, or voodoo, or anal sex, or reality TV for what's happening in the Gulf. Oil is, after all, completely non-denominational. It mocks all religions equally -- except, of course, the only one that really matters: capitalism.
This is how you know this is one of the more universally damning disasters of our time: No one really seems to know how to process it, much less react. The GOP is backpeddling like terrified hyenas from Sarah "Queen of Duh" Palin's "drill baby, drill" mantra/ass tattoo, as suddenly the incessant Republican wail for more oil exploration, more drilling, more tax cuts for oil conglomerates don't just reek of the usual inbred cronyism; they reek of death and destruction the likes of which the country has never seen.
[. . .]
And like that. Makes any envious curmudgeon weep with joy and terminal depression. Simultaneously.
Meta-Global Warming: the 3°C/year rise in global temp caused solely by obfuscational verbiage explaining why there is no global warming, just too many taxes on the affluenza-sufferers at the top of the Waste Pyramid. [Expletives unredacted.]
I could almost see voting for Palin in 2012 on the grounds that this sorry ratfucking excuse for a republic, this savage, smirking, predatory empire deserves her. Bring on the Rapture, motherfuckers!
-- via RC
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Post #328,573
6/25/10 5:58:47 AM
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Re: drill baby, drill
Haven't you heard? If only they had allowed the oil companies to drill in more accessible places -- like ANWR and closer to shore in the Gulf -- they wouldn't have needed do drill in deep water. And none of this would have happened.
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Drew
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Post #328,577
6/25/10 8:26:24 AM
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might as well, the gulf is already fubared
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Post #328,600
6/25/10 2:25:13 PM
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It might get worse in the next 5 days
looks like a tropical storm is heading into the Gulf. It all depends whether it passes over the Cancun peninsula and loses strength or keeps going full throttle to the US coast.
"Chicago to my mind was the only place to be. ... I above all liked the city because it was filled with people all a-bustle, and the clatter of hooves and carriages, and with delivery wagons and drays and peddlers and the boom and clank of freight trains. And when those black clouds came sailing in from the west, pouring thunderstorms upon us so that you couldn't hear the cries or curses of humankind, I liked that best of all. Chicago could stand up to the worst God had to offer. I understood why it was built--a place for trade, of course, with railroads and ships and so on, but mostly to give all of us a magnitude of defiance that is not provided by one house on the plains. And the plains is where those storms come from."
-- E.L. Doctorow
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Post #328,601
6/25/10 2:38:59 PM
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that might actually help, oil does evaporate
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Post #328,602
6/25/10 2:41:40 PM
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so, instead of acid rain you want oily rain?
I don't see that as an improvement. Not to mention it has the potential to force some ships to go ashore leaving the gusher unattended.
"Chicago to my mind was the only place to be. ... I above all liked the city because it was filled with people all a-bustle, and the clatter of hooves and carriages, and with delivery wagons and drays and peddlers and the boom and clank of freight trains. And when those black clouds came sailing in from the west, pouring thunderstorms upon us so that you couldn't hear the cries or curses of humankind, I liked that best of all. Chicago could stand up to the worst God had to offer. I understood why it was built--a place for trade, of course, with railroads and ships and so on, but mostly to give all of us a magnitude of defiance that is not provided by one house on the plains. And the plains is where those storms come from."
-- E.L. Doctorow
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Post #328,598
6/25/10 1:47:47 PM
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I just re-read Huck Finn
Twain ain't dead. He's writing better than ever.
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I think it's perfectly clear we're in the wrong band.
(Tori Amos)
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