thrill of the syanide pill
break it open, save the bottle
go away from here, go away
sonar sounds should make dead the waves
blip; another one goes down
blip; back up he comes
blip; now he's on fire
blip; now he's burning under the water
and the fire has gills to breath
to extract the sweet sweet oxygen of life
go away fire
go away oxygen
go away life
come on in jesus
let me fix yr robe
let me clean yr feet
let me bring you olives
let me bring you falafel
let me embrace you with your god given electric embrace
make me ten years younger
pour on my yr oil of anointment
i am finally free
i am finally free
i am finally free
i am finally free
and i'm rotting but i don't care
my body is decomposing
but everything's all right now
everything's all right
Social scientific inquiry into liberation theory, scientific socialism and critical theory perspectives on contemporary culture.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
get over it and get over yrself
these lies are dyed blue
such a benign color
far from wicker stings in winter
chunks of wood under the skin
a painful splinter
getting infected
and growing more painful
get the tweezers, get the baking powder
get the needle and burn the end a little
get the emery board
get the apostolic basin
sprinkle sprinkle the water of yr youth
don't waste yr youth on you
watch out and make a very small step
you won't know what i'm thinking
how could you know what i'm thinking
i'm detached from the underground
what more could i do
disassociate and dislocate
new horizons call for new vocabularies
rain on rain on snow on children
rain on the children
rain on their dolls
all those easy listening sounds
the mellow vibrations move my soul
every shadow every part of it
something might have gone wrong
but all i can do is my best
these lies are dyed blue
such a benign color
far from wicker stings in winter
chunks of wood under the skin
a painful splinter
getting infected
and growing more painful
get the tweezers, get the baking powder
get the needle and burn the end a little
get the emery board
get the apostolic basin
sprinkle sprinkle the water of yr youth
don't waste yr youth on you
watch out and make a very small step
you won't know what i'm thinking
how could you know what i'm thinking
i'm detached from the underground
what more could i do
disassociate and dislocate
new horizons call for new vocabularies
rain on rain on snow on children
rain on the children
rain on their dolls
all those easy listening sounds
the mellow vibrations move my soul
every shadow every part of it
something might have gone wrong
but all i can do is my best
heppy brithday poem
Waddle waddle botom heavy beast partoles
white sand in his ears jumping all the time
wax on the pads so he can still glide
an unfortunate crusader.
equally in as far as in is out
i ran and ran and cried then i ran
out the door into the rain blanket
i was breating under the water
then coming up from the ground
living dead just like the night
a hammer to cut the cake
and little tea cups with uninvited guests inside
like an egg in a vaccuum
first recall the last recall
devils shoes fit too tight
shed some more light on the party
open the window and let's get some air into this room
feet stink under florescant light
in a luminous position
the moon the moon the moon
and sharp stars that penetrate the flesh
of all the barely visible souldiers up there
fighting an invisible war
ohh the bloodshed
ohh the horror
the earth is new again
now we can start over
Waddle waddle botom heavy beast partoles
white sand in his ears jumping all the time
wax on the pads so he can still glide
an unfortunate crusader.
equally in as far as in is out
i ran and ran and cried then i ran
out the door into the rain blanket
i was breating under the water
then coming up from the ground
living dead just like the night
a hammer to cut the cake
and little tea cups with uninvited guests inside
like an egg in a vaccuum
first recall the last recall
devils shoes fit too tight
shed some more light on the party
open the window and let's get some air into this room
feet stink under florescant light
in a luminous position
the moon the moon the moon
and sharp stars that penetrate the flesh
of all the barely visible souldiers up there
fighting an invisible war
ohh the bloodshed
ohh the horror
the earth is new again
now we can start over
Saw the film Jonestown: The Life and Death of the people's temple and it really freaked me out. It was a strange dystopia in Jonestown. The people had to hear his voice over a massive sound system all day and all night. The were forced to work without sleep. Creepy stuff.
Anyway, I've been seeing a lot of films lately - here are my recent viewings and my ratings from * to *****
Darjeeling Limited - ***
The Trip/Gas-s-s-s-s - ****
Lars and the Real Girl - ****
Lake Of Fire - ***
Spiderman 3 - *
Sicko - ***
*In Fresh Daisies I Swam*
I was duller than the day
but the day grew within me
I broke the butcher's handle
and the sparrow came to sing and sit beside me
my length had grown with the fairness of lit
my quick wit beheld in the fortress of the grace
eucharistic blindness
awaking peter and soloman
saintly salamanders who slither in columns
filing with their bony fingers
sticking stickers onto envelopes
enveloped by the levies
a dreary tangle
down into the shadow maze
the bird sang out of tune
the sand in the throat
it was all away and gone
angel in the pyre
dream season awake and done
all away and gone
give berries to the lord
the present precedent
the French cloth grew long
viva strauss
human beings emerge from any account of semiotic structures as inveterate and promiscuous producers of signs. As the work of levi-strauss and others indicates, any aspect of human activity carries the potentail for serving as, or becoming a sign; we only have to ;activate; it in accordance with something like the above processes. As umberto eco says, a sign is anything that can be taken as 'significantly substituting for something else.' Accordingly, nothing in the human world can be merely utilitarian: even the most ordinary buildings organize space in various ways, and in so doing they signify, issue some kind of message about the society's proirties, its presuppositions concerning human nature, politics, econcomics, over and above their oevert concern with the provision of shelter, entertaintment, medical care, or whatever. all five senses can function as sign-producers or sign-receivers.
I was duller than the day
but the day grew within me
I broke the butcher's handle
and the sparrow came to sing and sit beside me
my length had grown with the fairness of lit
my quick wit beheld in the fortress of the grace
eucharistic blindness
awaking peter and soloman
saintly salamanders who slither in columns
filing with their bony fingers
sticking stickers onto envelopes
enveloped by the levies
a dreary tangle
down into the shadow maze
the bird sang out of tune
the sand in the throat
it was all away and gone
angel in the pyre
dream season awake and done
all away and gone
give berries to the lord
the present precedent
the French cloth grew long
viva strauss
human beings emerge from any account of semiotic structures as inveterate and promiscuous producers of signs. As the work of levi-strauss and others indicates, any aspect of human activity carries the potentail for serving as, or becoming a sign; we only have to ;activate; it in accordance with something like the above processes. As umberto eco says, a sign is anything that can be taken as 'significantly substituting for something else.' Accordingly, nothing in the human world can be merely utilitarian: even the most ordinary buildings organize space in various ways, and in so doing they signify, issue some kind of message about the society's proirties, its presuppositions concerning human nature, politics, econcomics, over and above their oevert concern with the provision of shelter, entertaintment, medical care, or whatever. all five senses can function as sign-producers or sign-receivers.