Saturday, June 28, 2014

"Cold Hearts"





I always thought there should be "Cold War" war crimes trials. The U.S. The former Soviet Union, and China were all complicit in the deaths of millions as they fought proxy wars all over the world. This from roughly 1945 through 1993.

As it is at the end they all shrugged, and just walked away leaving chaos, and ruin behind them. I think we're still too close to the Cold War to make sense of it. We're only just now getting a handle on World War one a hundred years on. 

When the old Soviet Union fell there was some media talk of trials. This quickly vanished. The very world order they gave us this nightmare was still in charge.

They were not likely to turn themselves in.

As a kid I just accepted as 'normal' that some maniac somewhere could start an international chain reaction that could lead to my being a charcoal shadow on a wall.

Also I accepted as the way of the world that I my brother, and cousins would be drafted to fight some apparently pointless war in far off steamy shit-hole.

That was what the cold war was. 

It was just what the world was. We for a long time couldn't imagine anything different. That's what I hate most about that time. Everything every outlet told us this was the way it was, and would stay.

For that alone they should hang.

For stealing our birthright to peace, and sanity. For crushing the Hope, and Spirits of millions. For making us think that the extinction of our species was a viable choice. They should be judged.

The major players in this drama are as I say still in power so it's unlikely they they'll turn over the assorted heads of state, and generals for any judgment at the Hague.

If I were a zillionaire I'd make a film about "what if" this happened. I'd have actors play all the guilty parties. Western industrialists, and Soviet Politburo hacks hand cuffed together doing perp walks for the world's press.  

Warsaw Pact generals chained to their NATO opposite numbers. They'd be dragged before the world their uniforms stripped of all rank, and insignia. They just be old men in ragged suits with oceans of blood on their hands.

All of the insane presidents for life colonels generals field marshals, and violent madmen that were propped up by both sides for the duration are cuffed chained, and led by blue helmeted U.N. guards to their time in the glass booth.  

I imagine at their trials some would argue that those very proxy wars are what saved humanity from nuclear death. A big war was averted by reliving pressure with many small ones.

They'd have a point.

However not one good enough to save them from the gallows if it came to that.

What does one do with people that were all too ready to burn the world down. Killing them is too easy in bad taste, and beside enough are dead already. 

Perhaps a zoo. 

A place where the guilty would be on display to their victims 24/7 365. Ironically this is what Stalin had in mind for Hitler if he had caught him alive.

There they'd be well cared for, and open for view at any time. We'd watch them these strange beings living out the lives in glass houses where no stones will even be thrown.

So the Cold War the last act of the second100 years war is long over. However some of the same players have given us what is shaping up to be the Third Hundreds Years War.

I remember back in the early 1990's saying on the air that we'd better take the cold warriors out of circulation because they're addicted to war, and will likely get us into another long cycle of them.

 Looks like I was right. 


"Blue Monks"

Thursday, June 14, 2012



I had a very vivid dream long ago about a monastery, and monks with sky blue robes. There were newly built pagodas sitting in pastel green fields. I could smell the fresh cut wood they were built of. In this dream I was a young novitiate running up the stairs with the other boys. 

We were monastery lads decked in simple robes the color of the summer sky.

I remember crystal gardens, and rose mountains in the distance. There was music too. A kind I'd never heard before. Though it hummed, and danced within my heart, and soul.

I always felt that someday I would find this place. Either in another dream or another life. To this day I feel that this was where I was supposed to be, and this dream was calling me home.

Stay Tuned. 

(I was looking at some old posts, and stumbled over an old fav of mine that Monk dream thing.)

"The Home Front Gets the Truth"



"That's just how it was guys. War is fucking evil. We butchered, and murdered each other day after day. Everything stank, everything was blown to hell."

"There was bits of torn up bodies theirs ours didn't matter it was all heat rot, blood shit, and death. It wasn't like that crap they show in the movies. It was just death bullshit, and more death."

"...nuthin' else to say."

"MAJIK"




  

Enough despair, enough war, and stupidity, and grief. How to break through to the majik. The bright wonderful strange worlds that exist side by side with ours. 

 

The visions we have of the "other side" are all confused, and jazzed up with with religion, booze, dope, lust, boredom, and rage. It's there though. Sometimes the visions, the dreams are crystal clear.

 

There are these moments we see, and there is no doubt, no bullshit, the cool stuff is real Real!

 

Everyday can be beautiful, everyday is a trip to Coney Island, the nicer parts of Paris, Grandma's house, your girlhood/boyhood dream of your best friend's bed when the parents are away, puppies, kittens, bunny rabbits, fields of flowers, free cable, free tuition, getting your book published, and no tax's for lifeNot only Freedom, but Happiness is Possible!


*The above I wrote for my long departed blog, 2006 CE, "Royal Republic of Sydneyland". Remember that one? 

 It was fun. 

I started a Republic on the 'net, and had loyal subjects all over the world. I handed out titles to various of the comrades. 

We had a ball.


"Just a Couple of Guys"


Just a couple of kids riding the crest of a tsunami. A tsunami named History. I also, and just as obliviously rode that wave as well.

Ha!

What a Bleeping Ride!!

"OCCUPY THIS NOISE COMRADE!"




WHAT HAS THE OLD OCCUPY MOVEMENT DONE FOR US?

GRANTED THAT MOVEMENT STILL EXISTS, AND IS QUIETLY DOING ALL SORTS OF NEAT STUFF.

'BUT I'M TALKING "BIG PICTURE" HERE.


WHAT DID THE MASS MOVEMENT ERA OF THAT BUNCH DO.


"THEY PUT INCOME DISPARITY ON THE NATIONAL TABLE."

INCOME DISPARITY WHICH IS A POLITE WAY OF SAYING POVERTY....


'YOU' REMEMBER THAT...


AFTER ALL MOST OF YOU ARE LIVING AT THE VERY BORDER OF IT.

GOOD OLD FASHIONED GRIM VILE FILTHY SOUL CRUSHING POVERTY.

THIS HAS BEEN OUT OF THE NATIONAL DISCUSSION FOR NEAR 50 YEARS.


NOT SINCE THE "GREAT SOCIETY" WAS DELIBERATELY STRANGLED TO DEATH DURING, AND AFTER THE VIETNAM WAR ERA.


SO NOW THE PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES FOR THE FIRST TIME IN GENERATIONS IS SAYING THE "P" WORD.

EVEN REPUBLICANS SOME OF THE SLIGHTLY MORE SANE OF THEM HAVE ACKNOWLEDGED THE VAST INDEED GROSS INCOME DISPARITY.

2OO INDIVIDUALS IN THIS COUNTRY HAVE 'MORE' PERSONAL WEALTH THAT HALF OF THE REST OF THIS NATION.

YOU HEAR THAT?

200 PERSONS ARE RICHER THAN 150,000,000, OTHER CITIZEN OF OUR REPUBLIC.

I GUESS EVEN REPUBLICANS...A FEW OF THEM...TAKE PAUSE AT THIS ASTOUNDING REALITY.

SO THANKS OCCUPY FOLKS FOR CONTRIBUTING THIS MOST VALUABLE  SERVICE TO YOUR COUNTRY! 

(BTW FROM ME PERSONALLY.)

(...THANKS FOR THE SOUP BREAD, AND COMPANY WHEN I WAS CRAZY, AND BROKE. AS YOU SWELL FOLKS SUGGESTED AT THE TIME I HAVE INDEED PASSED IT ON.) 



"Wadda Kid"


 My most dear sister above at her re-union up at Smith College. They all wore Suffragettes hats. To the kids there it must have made sense What with anything more than five years ago is very ancient history.

Better if they wore hot pants, and hippie beads,....um on the other hand the hats are just as well. I wouldn't look so cool in my old bell bottoms, and Tye-dyed t-shirt.

Anyway I slapped her visage up there out'a respect, and love! She's got it into her head to keep me alive...why who knows. Her, and her doctor pals..one of which she's trying to get me to marry.

Still I'm her latest project. Well me, and some documentary she's filming. 

Being a weirdo, and award winning commie pervert I was estranged from most of my family most of the time. Hey they bleeped me over good'n hard, but I forgave'em anyway.

It's too much trouble to hate anyone.

Sylvia, and I were always close though. Even through them unloving estranged years. So yeah when the shit hit the wood-chipper health, and career-wise here she came to make me laugh, and generally keep me alive, and eating all the curry I can handle.

Wadda kid!

Friday, June 27, 2014

"A Pisser"




Greetings Comrades. Well tomorrow is not only the 100th anniversary of the plugging of the Arch Duke of Austria there by starting the second 100 Years War. As it happens it's also the,...I think 46th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots, and Queer Rebellion.

Current stroller pushing mutants not withstanding.

Well who'd a thunk it. Queers started World War One, and some Serbian maniacs in the pay of the Serbia secret police started a Fag Revolution. I tell ya you can't make bleep like this up!

All mayhem aside this date carries some serious shit comrades. 

One couldn't exist without the other. Without the multi-part 100 Years 20th century War. There would not have been the 1950's/60's prosperity which made possible the Civil Rights Movement the Free Speech Movement the Beatniks the Hippies, and their direct decedent the Radical Faggotry of the 1970's. 

Granted all the above movements existed in one form or another anyway, but the "post-war" mid-20th century *American "prosperity" gave them all a gigantic push forward.

Ain't history a pisser.

*(Sure as shit it wasn't remotely evenly distributed, but it was still to this date the largest transfer of wealth to the working, and middle classes in western history. True this transfer was stopped, and reversed in later decades, but still.)

Stay tuned. 

(Btw "GLF" below is the group I joined in the summer of 1970. It was just as advertized "Gay Liberation". Note on the banner the Fag, and Dyke symbols were together in sister, and brotherhood. Oh what generous loving times they were.

All folks regardless of variety weirdness or non/anti-mainstream way of life were totally welcome. They were sweet hopeful daze for the likes of me, and other assorted Sexual Outlaws, and Mad Artists.

This before the witch trial like era of the mid to late 1980's when the "Who is Really Gay" inquisitions began. Perverts were tossed out as the movement ceased it's radical image, and began it long decent into the safe mainstream. 

As I've said both here, and on the air if the original as they were then Stonewall soldiers showed up at the various alleged "gay community centers" today the nice normal folks there would probably call the cops.

Can't have all them dirty commies, and perverts near our daycare center can we. Oh what would Rimbaud, and Burroughs think, and or say.)


Thursday, June 26, 2014


"I Believe"


I believe, I believe in Art, and Creativity, I believe in the Sister, and Brotherhood of 'ALL' the Peoples of the Earth, I believe in the Preservation of Nature, I believe in Love in all it's Forms, I believe in an Instinct that Drives us.

I do not think I'm the only one to Believe.

"We're Desperate for Peace"


Wednesday, June 25, 2014

"A Bunny in Midtown I"


"A Bunny in Midtown II"


Our Hero "Bob the Bunny" at the top of this series inquires of a friendly officer of the law the current state of legality for the recreational use of Cannabis.

Well apparently it's still a misdemeanor. Bob further asked this being the case what should he do with the five joints he was carrying around. 

Well...

Officer friendly said either turn it over to her or dispose of it personally.

Several hours later, and profoundly stoned Bob the Bunny found himself at the 42nd Street Library. This to check up on the recent rulings on "Stop, and Frisk".

Seems toy stuffed animals as well as ethnic, and racial minorities have come under disproportionate attention regards this questionable police tactic.

More as events warrant.

Stay Tuned.

Saturday, June 21, 2014

"Ain't Love Grand"


"Queer Mayhem Month Fun Fact #38"


Apparently Tadzio from that "Death in Venice" story had a steamy thing going with young Joe Stalin.  Who knew?!


"My Tink Figure"


This is my Tinkerbell figurine which I've been dragging around with me for over twenty years. Funny the things that manage to stay with you. I bought my "Tink" at a Mall in New Jersey some time in the 1990's.

She's been with me ever since.

She kept me company when I was Homeless for a year or so, and still hangs around now that I'm in grumpy retirement. 

If she gets buried with me I can see 30th century grad students digging up my bones, and imaging she's some sort of g-ddess totem.  Which now that I think of it she is.

Stay tuned.

"Boy or Girl?"

...Boy!

"The Earth Above My Bed"


I stumbled on this neat geegaw over at Targets the other day. I used my last few pennies to buy it as opposed to say,...eh, food! Anyway I hung it above my bed as you can see. It's a half Earth going from day to night.

On the night side lights!

Cool whadda gadget! My own little Earth to watch as it goes from day to night night to day. With the bonus of it's cities all lit up. 

Okay it ain't much, but "I" like it!

Stay tuned.

"Another Timmy Paragraph"




"THE CONTINUANCE OF THE TIMMY TOM SAGA"

Timmy Tom, Timmy Tom the Half Angel opened his eyes.

Angel eyes.

Eyes that burn like coals.

Eyes that flash the Spectrum's.

Eyes that can pierce your Soul!

He'd been asleep for a long time. Angels even Half Angels like Timmy can sleep for Ages. Mountains can rise, and fall oceans come, and go even the stars ever dancing above us can change their positions before an Angel awakes.

Though Timmy Tom's rest was not that long. In celestial terms just a nap really. Barely a fifth of a human life had passed before Timmy stirred, and opened his eyes.

Golden eyes.

Flaming eyes.

The moon was waning dawn was coming.

Timmy sitting up began to remember. He remembered being abandoned. Being left forsaken, but then found.

Timmy Tom was found, and raised by Wild Poodles on Central Park West. They taught him everything he would need to know to survive in a world like ours.

Killer Ninja skills.

Mastery if the Arts, and Sciences.

Good Fashion sense, but most of all the knowledge to never 'ever' but retail!

Thus armed Timmy Tom the Half Angel entered the World! 

He was fully awake now. 

He yawned, and stretched. He had slept near to a human generation.  I-Pods must certainly be in museums by now he thought. 

Also on reflection he wasn't so sure about those poodles or the park. It might have been a dream or more likely a comic book he'd read.

Timmy Tom the Half Angel blinked eyes of fire stood spread his Raphael Angel wings his halo glistening 'round him, and lifted into the air!

He flew as a feather on the breath of the G-ddess.

...To be continued.

"In Honor of Queer Mayhem Month"


In honor of straight~gay fudge-packing month here's a few out takes from Harry Potter's, and Ron's Nuptials. I think I posted the others last winter some time.

Anyway what with the celebrations by all the homophile stroller pushing taxpayers out there I thought it only sweet as candy to put up a few more snaps of the happy day.

My what a couple. The ceremony was held at the Toy Town Buddhist Temple. Barbie performed the rite, and there was hardly a dry eye to be seen.

Afterward there was the ingesting of huge amounts of ice cream, and Peyote.  Ron was especially taken with the special crop of Peyote flown in special for the celebrations. ...as you can see above. ...Ahem.

Eh,...Draco could not be reached for comment.

Stay tuned.

My Passport Pictures"


The Feds ought to like this one. It's plain, and business-like. Yeah no trouble here. Also the glasses are a nice touch.


Okay the problem here is that there's a serious bacon fire going on.This was taken in my kitchen. Word to the wise. Do not put a mess of bacon on the stove, and just wander off. Them little bastards tend to go crazy in no time.


I had this taken in my bathroom. I hang a bunch of Buddhist tapestries in there...long story. Anyway I figure this one is the best. 

I'd really like it in my Passport. 

I'm sure any customs official say in Rwanda the Sudan North Korea or Eastern Ukraine would surely see the humor in this, and smile as they stamped my papers, and happily passed me through.

Failing that I would attempt to explain that in fact I am sometimes a stuffed bunny. I never know when it will happen, and if they need confirmation they need only contact the American legation.

Yeah I'm sure it'll work out fine.


Okay I tried a sporty look with this shot. Perhaps the more tropical countries like say Cuba would see the playfulness in this. Of course the comrades down there artistic I hear would see the radical humor of a guy with a stuffed bunny on his passport.

I'm sure or at least pretty sure they wouldn't shoot me or send me to one of them steamy Gulag things for some number of years. In any case the American legation as I mentioned earlier would untie any diplomatic knots my attempt at international humor may cause.

At least I sincerely hope so.

"My Annual Hot Kitchen Photo"


Well it's that time of year again. Here's one of my dolls slowly cooking in my kitchen as the temperature tops 100f. Granted the official temp for the Emerald City was a chilly 90f.

 This in Central Park.

(At 2:PM it hit 102f in my kitchen. It dropped, see second photo, to a frosty 96f or so towards evening.)

Btw Central Park is where the City weather station is, and official readings taken. Thing is though no one lives under the nice shade trees of the Park. Not even the Homeless. They were cleared out many years ago.

Can't have them disturbing the rich tourista's.  

Anyhow as by now you long time fans know that my greasy kitchen gets direct sunlight is broadsided by the summer sun this time of year.

Hot Stuff!

I abandon most of my home from June to October. Too damned hot. I live in my refrigerated bedroom, and watch old monster movies on DVD. That, and over eat. Well okay not so much what with my healthy new diet...this so I don't die...right away.

Yeah I lays off the usual goodies like anything fried or with grease or sugar or salt or taste. It's boiled leaves, and mush for your dear beloved editor.

Yum. 

Anyway never mind what the calendar sez it's officially summer at least at my house. 

To da Beach!!!

Saturday, June 14, 2014


"Chinatown"


I was wandering around Chinatown yesterday. One moment sunny, and steamy then the sky opened. Anyway There's Confucius, and our old pal Buddha up top.

I sat in a Buddhist Temple, and waited out the cloud burst along with assorted parishioners. Anyway I needed to get out of the house so went on an abbreviated walking tour.  Whadda town.

Stay tuned.