Thanks to all who went to the show the other night. It was small but fun (and a little spooky). Everyone was real cool and friendly like. Strauss was there doing his thing. Lots of booze and and shit etc. Thanks to Red Tag Rummage Sale and Kelli Shay Hicks for their lovely and hauntingly quiet performances.

I couldn't find any websites containing information about the films of Rochester film maker John Roberts so I'll put some here. John Roberts is director, writer and producer of two short films Sunday Morning and Portraiture, the latter contains music by Auger.

Interesting factoid: when Emma Goldman moved to the US in 1885, she first settled here, in Rochester.

http://rocwiki.org/Activism
http://www.liberaterochester.net/

October 22nd: National Day of Protest Against Police Brutality. --What: Screening, Speak-out, and Open Mic against Police Brutality and state repression --When: Sunday, October 22, 2006; 6-9PM --Where: Friends Helping Friends, 333 Child Street, Rochester, NY. Come hear speakers, musicians, artists, and fellow Rochesterians as we speak out against police brutality and state repression in Rochester and around the United States. A screening of "CopWatch: A know your rights training video" will also be shown with discussion afterward. Rochester Food Not Bombs will be serving a meal. http://www.october22.org/



http://rochester.norml.net/drupal/

Rochester Hotel Worker's Strike

This Election Fire All Elect None...
or vote for these assholes:
Howard Eagle for School Board
Andrew Stainton for County Xec
Mark McDermott for Village Trustee(?)

if you want to run in a Monroe County election and want the greens to endorse you go to GPOMC.org

and of course

Frank Moore For Prez 08

William Blake

The Garden of Love
I went to the Garden of Love,
And saw what I never had seen:
A chapel was built in the midst,
Where I used to play on the green.

And the gates of this chapel were shut,
And "Thou shalt not" writ over the door;
So I turned to the Garden of Love,
That so many sweet flowers bore,

And I saw it was filled with graves,
And tombstones where flowers should be;
And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds,
And binding with briers my joys and desires.

Versed versus verse:

A TASTE OF RUMI

These spiritual window-shoppers,
who idly ask, ‘How much is that’
Oh, I’m just looking.
They handle a hundred items and put
them down,
shadows with no capital.

What is spent is love and two
eyes wet with weeping.
But these walk into a shop,
and their whole lives pass sud-denly in
that moment,
in that shop.
***
When someone mentions the
gracefulness
of the nightsky, climb up on the roof
and dance and say,
Like this.

If anyone wants to know what
‘spirit’ is,
or what ‘God’s fragrance’ means,
lean your head toward him or her.
Keep your face there close.
Like this.
***
We are as the flute, and the music
in us is from thee;
we are as the mountain and the echo
in us is from thee.

We are as pieces of chess engaged in
victory and defeat:
our victory and defeat is from thee,
O thou whose qualities are comely!

Who are we, O Thou soul of
our souls,
that we should remain in being
beside thee?
***
Make yourself free from self at
one stroke!
Like a sword be without trace
of soft iron;
Like a steel mirror, scour off all
rust with contrition.

Rainer Maria Rilke
Death

Come thou, thou last one, whom I recognize,
unbearable pain throughout this body's fabric:
as I in my spirit burned, see, I now burn in thee:
the wood that long resisted the advancing flames
which thou kept flaring, I now am nourishinig
and burn in thee.

My gentle and mild being through thy ruthless fury
has turned into a raging hell that is not from here.
Quite pure, quite free of future planning, I mounted
the tangled funeral pyre built for my suffering,
so sure of nothing more to buy for future needs,
while in my heart the stored reserves kept silent.

Is it still I, who there past all recognition burn?
Memories I do not seize and bring inside.
O life! O living! O to be outside!
And I in flames. And no one here who knows me.

Gacela of the Dark Death
by Federico García Lorca
Translated by Robert Bly


I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries.
I want to sleep the sleep of that child
who longed to cut his heart open far out at sea.

I don't want them to tell me again how the corpse keeps all its blood,
how the decaying mouth goes on begging for water.
I'd rather not hear about the torture sessions the grass arranges for
nor about how the moon does all its work before dawn
with its snakelike nose.

I want to sleep for half a second,
a second, a minute, a century,
but I want everyone to know that I am still alive,
that I have a golden manger inside my lips,
that I am the little friend of the west wind,
that I am the elephantine shadow of my own tears.

When it's dawn just throw some sort of cloth over me
because I know dawn will toss fistfuls of ants at me,
and pour a little hard water over my shoes
so that the scorpion claws of the dawn will slip off.

Because I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
and learn a mournful song that will clean all earth away from me,
because I want to live with that shadowy child
who longed to cut his heart open far out at sea.


William Carlos Williams

Transitional

First he said:

It is the woman in us

That makes us write--

Let us acknowledge it--

Man would be silent.

We are not men

Therefore we can speak

And be conscious

(of the two sides)

Unbent by the sensual

As befits accuracy.

I then said:

Dare you make this

Your propaganda?

And he answered:

Am I not I--here?

The Beat Page

The Moon Versus Us Ever Sleeping Together Again - Richard Brautigan

I sit here, an arch-villain of romance,
thinking about you. Gee, I'm sorry
I made you unhappy, but there was nothing
I could do about it because I have to be free.
Perhaps everything would have been different
if you had stayed at the table or asked me
to go out with you to look at the moon,
instead of getting up and leaving me alone with
her.


Jefferson Airplane - Lather

Lather was thirty years old today,
They took away all of his toys.
His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,
About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.
There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,
His leather chair waits at the bank.
And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,
Commanding his very own tank.
But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,
To lie about nude in the sand,
Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,
And thrashing the air with his hands.

But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,
He produces the finest of sound,
Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,
Snorting the best licks in town,
But that's all over...

Lather was thirty years old today,
And Lather came foam from his tongue.
He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,
Is it true that I'm no longer young?
And the children call him famous,
what the old men call insane,
And sometimes he's so nameless,
That he hardly knows which game to play...
Which words to say...
And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."
And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.

The Family by Ed Saunders
Denny's Wizard

My band is famous.

Shirley Collins
He's named like my name

“...and no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light” -2 Corinthians 11:14.

Hitler's Pope

Weaving Spiders Come Not Here
Ex Deo Nascimur, in Jesu morimur, per spiritum sanctum reviviscimus.
Ra-Hoor-Khuit hath taken his seat in the East at the Equinox of the Gods
Konx Om Pax

Beginning in childhood, he'd seen how people treated each other and wanted to know the truth of how this had begun and by what tortuous path the world had become what it is. In confusion, he looked everywhere and was led by curiosity to his Guardian Angel. Astra was how he called her, deep within himself. She led him through the outlying lands and in each of the twelve provinces a new part of his soul was purified, and balanced and subtilized. Now a madman noone understood, he was ready for his final test. She seemed to leave. He wandered until he found himself far away lost in the dark night. Before him arose the vicious dragon of all his dishonesty, confusion, and lovelessness, every image by which he had betrayed himself. Feeling completely lost and doomed, he saw the truth and said "I love you and reclaim you and restore you to your proper place." The Dragon dissipated into its elements and each was sent to its proper place, where it would be a jewel. Astra appeared and told him to go forth, heal, and be known as Rasputin.

Tiny Tim's Cyber Grave

poetry submitted to various websites:

*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

http://www.euterpejones.com

http://www.gpomc.org/
http://www.frankmooreforpresident08.com/

got the new animal collective cd even though i have no money. Auger has a show on WED SEPT 26 at the Funeral Home in Buffalo 366 Ontario St. 8pm $5 with Kelli Shay Hicks and Red Tag Rummage Sale.
and then we're playing at the Death Trap (99 Custer St.) on October 19th.

*a tune* going back to saddness again, i thought i wasn't losing my friend, i thought i'd be alone again, like i've been all along, a whispered song, the throat does dance in fire, my tongue like a lilac switch, the song of saints, the sinner's swell, the wicked yeast, the ecclipse of days, the tongue of lambs, the goat and frog's eye, a tooth in the buttons, my beautiful friend, my song stings the skin, the dream made flesh, the flesh of dreams, the bird of paradise, the robin's throat, the song of days gone by, the song's lament, the window gaze, the steeley glaze, the crusty hair, the stamps unlicked, a cache of dreams, the windows tear at the plane, the lead chips are cast, russian art minage a tois, the ringing of bells, the handmaiden's hands, the wet nurse's corpse, the corpse of the father and son, the holy ghost, the ghost's hands, the wet hands of the moist ghost, a ghost in wicked fall, seasonal guilt, wicked ghost, autumn hands, wicked guilt, autumn ghost, a skeleton betrayed, an exoskeleton exposed, exquisite jaguar nudity, the jaguar post, reading with jaguar eyes, archetypes of western understanding, western brotherhood, why can't the white man be poor? why can't he be sick? why can't he be mellow? why must he be bothersome? why must he be distressed? why does he bite down on his pen cap so hard? why does he inhale the fire water without end? why does he sell his grief to those not fortunate enough to have it for their own? why does the white man eat stake? why can't the white man eat yams? why does the white man wear a tie? why can't he wear nothing? why is he held so delicate in the holy ghost's wicked hands?

“The Dead Dog’s Teeth Are White”:

“Malik, son of Dinar, said this: one day Jesus was walking with his followers, and they passed by the carcass of a dog.

“The followers said, ‘How this dog stinks!’

“But Jesus said, ‘How white are its teeth!’”

FRANK MOORE FOR PRESIDENT

someone else made the green gems glow
we march and march and find no sympathy in our blistered feet

Why "Libertarian"?

It is recognized that there are authoritarian systems and behavior, distinct from libertarian, or non-authoritarian ones. Since capitalism's early beginnings in Europe, and it's authoritarian trend of wage-slavery for the majority of people (working class) by a smaller, elite group (a ruling, or, capitalist class) who own the "means of production": machines, land, factories, there was a liberatory movement in response to capitalism known as "Socialism". In almost every case, the socialist movement has been divided along authoritarian, and libertarian lines. The anarchists on the libertarian side, and the Jacobins, Marxists, Leninists, Stalinists, and reformist state-socialists on the authoritarian side. (And liberals more or less split down the middle.)

There was also a movement called "Propaganda by deed", around the late 1800's to early 1900's, in which some anarchists (Such as the Italian Anarchist Luigi Galleani (1861-1931)), believed that violence was the best strategy for opposing the state. This proved a disaster, alienating anarchists from the general population and exposing them to negative characterizations by the press... the "bomb-toting anarchist" is for the most part a creation of the corporate media- before this stigma anarchism was recognized as an anti-authoritarian socialist movement.

Many anarchist groups and publications used the word "libertarian" instead of "anarchist" to avoid state repression and the negative association of the former term. Libertarian Socialism differentiates itself from "Anarchy" as a movement only in that it specifically focuses on working class organisation and education in order to achieve human emancipation from the fetters of capitalism.

Why "Socialism"?


Socialism, in it's traditional and true definition, means "the workers democratic ownership and/or control of the means of production". Such a definition implies that rather than a government bureaucracy for managing such means, there is a focus on highly democratic organisation, education and awareness, and every individual is encouraged to become an active, rather than passive participant in that which effect their lives. Only the workers themselves bear the knowledge of what their own freedom and liberty means, and only they know what is best for themselves, ultimately. Advocates of the state, be they on the left, or the right, have repeatedly defined the meaning of "socialism" to mean arbitrary rule by a set of "leaders", or a political con-game in which socialism is no more than capitalism with a few token adjustments for bearability.

"But when the king came in to see the guests, he noticed a man there who was
not wearing wedding clothes. 12'Friend,' he asked, 'how did you get in here
without wedding clothes?' The man was speechless.
13"Then the king told the attendants, 'Tie him hand and foot, and throw him
outside, into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of
teeth.' 14"For many are invited, but few are chosen."


He called me to come, and came to me it seems one year after I was first
imbued with His healing presence. For me, it was His second coming., where
I was judged, all my sins and dark places were blown up in wave upon wave of
explosion of light and darkness darting through me from the Word.

Gnosticism and Iraq War

Hippy Poems

A. J. Muste
Jesus the Revolutionary

We must liberate and emancipate ourselves from the Law of Causality.

We can make the great jump only by awakening and developing the Consciousness.

It is necessary for the Bodhicitta, which means the auric embryo, the awakened Consciousness, to fall into the Illuminated Void.

Only thus can the Bodhicitta be free from the world of relativity.

The world of relativity is the world of combinations and of duality.

The universal machine of relativity is based on the Law of Cosmic Causality.

The Law of Cosmic Causality is the same as the Law of Karma.

The Law of Causality is the same as the Law of Action and Consequence.

We can submerge ourselves in the Illuminated Void by means of the Great Jump.

Thus, and only thus, can we liberate ourselves from the Law of Karma.

The world of relativity is based on constant dualism and therefore, on the chain of causes and effects.

We must break chains in order to submerge ourselves within the Illuminated Void.



Christian Pacifism

Coinscientious Objection

Juan Luis Segundo

Source Family

Hermeticism

Look At Your Game Girl

intro:
D G
There's a time for living
D G
time keeps on flying

D G
think you are a loving baby
D G
but all you do is cying
D
can you feel?
D A G
all those feelings real
D A G
look at your game girl
D A G
look at your game girl

D G
What a mad delusion
D G
living in that confusion
D G
frustration and doubt
D G
can you ever live without the game

D A G
the sad sad game, mad game
D G
just to say love's not enough
D G
even if it can't be true
D G
oh you can tell those lies baby
D G
but you're only fooling you

D
Can you feel?
G A D
i know those feelings aint real
D
then you better stop trying
G
or you're gonna play crying
D
stop trying
G
or you're gonna play crying
D
stop trying
G
that's the game
G A D
sad sad game
G
mad game
D
sad game

People Say Im No Good Chords

http://www.charliemanson.com/music.htm

E/C Em6

People say i'm no good
but they never never do they say
why their world is so mixed up
or how it got that way

They all Look at me and they frown
Do i really look so strange?
if they really dug themselves
I know they'd want to change


Am Dm

Everybody says you're no good
'Cause you don't do like they think you should


F E

Do you expect them
And do you expect you to act like them
Look at them man
Look at the fix they're in


I don't care I don't care what they say
Just let 'em sit there and burn
The young might not be so dumb after all
An' from the young you might even learn

Everybody says you're no good
'Cause Charles you don't do
You don't do like they think you should
Do you expect them to act like you
Do you expect them
To expect you to act like them
Do you expect to see
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in
Do you expect the fool to see what a fix he's in


E F#m

In your cardboard houses
An' your tin-can cars
You sit there and you wonder
You wonder where you are

Those diamond rings they're obscene
You sit there and you wonder
And you say who's to blame
Take a look at yourself
Take yourself off the shelf
You can't belong to nobody

With your Can't-Cough medicine
And your wonder drug
You got, more sickness
Than you got cures of


Cancer o' the mind

Catholic Anarchy

Rebellion against tyrants is obeying god.


Leo Tolstoy

All violence consists in some people forcing others, under threat of suffering or death, to do what they do not want to do.
In all history there is no war which was not hatched by the governments, the governments alone, independent of the interests of the people, to whom war is always pernicious even when successful.
Everyone thinks of changing the world, but no one thinks of changing himself.
In the name of God, stop a moment, cease your work, look around you.

"The desire to rule is the mother of heresies." ~ St. John Chrysostom

"My kingdom is not of this world." ~ Y'shua

Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. (Romans 12:19, quoting Deuteronomy 32:35)

The Apocalypse of Paul
[...] the road. And he spoke to him, saying, "By which road shall I go up to Jerusalem?" The little child replied, saying, "Say your name, so that I may show you the road". The little child knew who Paul was. He wished to make conversation with him through his words in order that he might find an excuse for speaking with him.

The little child spoke, saying, "I know who you are, Paul. You are he who was blessed from his mother`s womb. For I have come to you that you may go up to Jerusalem to your fellow apostles. And for this reason you were called. And I am the Spirit who accompanies you. Let your mind awaken, Paul, with [...]. For [...] whole which [...] among the principalities and these authorities and archangels and powers and the whole race of demons, [...] the one that reveals bodies to a soul-seed."

And after he brought that speech to an end, he spoke, saying to me, "Let your mind awaken, Paul, and see that this mountain upon which you are standing is the mountain of Jericho, so that you may know the hidden things in those that are visible. Now it is to the twelve apostles that you shall go, for they are elect spirits, and they will greet you." He raised his eyes and saw them greeting him.

Then the Holy Spirit who was speaking with him caught him up on high to the third heaven, and he passed beyond to the fourth heaven. The Holy Spirit spoke to him, saying, "Look and see your likeness upon the earth." And he looked down and saw those who were upon the earth. He stared and saw those who were upon the [...]. Then he gazed down and saw the twelve apostles at his right and at his left in the creation; and the Spirit was going before them.

But I saw in the fourth heaven according to class - I saw the angels resembling gods, the angels bringing a soul out of the land of the dead. They placed it at the gate of the fourth heaven. And the angels were whipping it. The soul spoke, saying, "What sin was it that I committed in the world?" The toll-collector who dwells in the fourth heaven replied, saying, "It was not right to commit all those lawless deeds that are in the world of the dead". The soul replied, saying, "Bring witnesses! Let them show you in what body I committed lawless deeds. Do you wish to bring a book to read from?"

And the three witnesses came. The first spoke, saying, "Was I not in the body the second hour [...]? I rose up against you until you fell into anger and rage and envy." And the second spoke, saying, "Was I not in the world? And I entered at the fifth hour, and I saw you and desired you. And behold, then, now I charge you with the murders you committed." The third spoke, saying, "Did I not come to you at the twelfth hour of the day when the sun was about to set? I gave you darkness until you should accomplish your sins." When the soul heard these things, it gazed downward in sorrow. And then it gazed upward. It was cast down. The soul that had been cast down went to a body which had been prepared for it. And behold, its witnesses were finished.

Then I gazed upward and saw the Spirit saying to me, "Paul, come! Proceed toward me!". Then as I went, the gate opened, and I went up to the fifth heaven. And I saw my fellow apostles going with me while the Spirit accompanied us. And I saw a great angel in the fifth heaven holding an iron rod in his hand. There were three other angels with him, and I stared into their faces. But they were rivalling each other, with whips in their hands, goading the souls on to the judgment. But I went with the Spirit and the gate opened for me.

Then we went up to the sixth heaven. And I saw my fellow apostles going with me, and the Holy Spirit was leading me before them. And I gazed up on high and saw a great light shining down on the sixth heaven. I spoke, saying to the toll-collector who was in the sixth heaven, "Open to me and the Holy Spirit who is before me." He opened to me.

Then we went up to the seventh heaven, and I saw an old man [...] light and whose garment was white. His throne, which is in the seventh heaven, was brighter than the sun by seven times. The old man spoke, saying to me, "Where are you going, Paul? O blessed one and the one who was set apart from his mother`s womb." But I looked at the Spirit, and he was nodding his head, saying to me, "Speak with him!". And I replied, saying to the old man, "I am going to the place from which I came." And the old man responded to me, "Where are you from?" But I replied, saying, "I am going down to the world of the dead in order to lead captive the captivity that was led captive in the captivity of Babylon." The old man replied to me saying, "How will you be able to get away from me? Look and see the principalities and authorities." The Spirit spoke, saying, "Give him the sign that you have, and he will open for you." And then I gave him the sign. He turned his face downwards to his creation and to those who are his own authorities.

And then the [seventh] heaven opened and we went up to the Ogdoad. And I saw the twelve apostles. They greeted me, and we went up to the ninth heaven. I greeted all those who were in the ninth heaven, and we went up to the tenth heaven. And I greeted my fellow spirits.

Spiritual Recoveries

Kali the Mother

The stars are blotted out,
The clouds are covering clouds
It is darkness vibrant, sonant.
In the roaring, whirling wind
Are the souls of a million lunatics
Just loosed from the prison-house,
Wrenching trees by the roots,
Sweeping all from the path.

The sea has joined the fray,
And swirls up mountain-waves,
To reach the pitchy sky.
The flash of lurid light
Reveals on every side
A thousand, thousand shades
Of Death begrimed and black —
Scattering plagues and sorrows,
Dancing mad with joy,
Come, Mother, come!

For Terror is Thy name,
Death is in Thy breath.
And every shaking step
Destroys a world for e'er.
Thou ÔTime', the All-destroyer!
Come, O Mother, come!

Who dares misery love,
And hug the form of Death,
Dance in Destruction's dance,
To him the Mother comes.

candy is morbid








We all worship the same god.

Products made by wierd cults:
Dr. Bronner's Magic Soap
Satya Sai Baba incense

bohemian grove

this is my favorite bible passage:
For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.

--Paul, in a letter to the Ephesians (Ch.6 v.12) about 1900 years ago



Growing In Grace Ministries
Robert Crumb
Mobalization For Global Justice
Rochester Indymedia
Manson Family Today
Fernando Arrabal

"...the mere gaze of an object cannot engage us (completely). Each look flows into a careful examination, each examination into a meditation, and each meditation takes us into a connection. With each attentive look into the world we already begin to theorise about it. If the abstractions we fear is to be harmless and the experience we hope for is to be real and useful, we need to engage skilfully with consciousness, self-reflection, a sense of freedom, and - to use a daring word - a sense of irony."

Johann Wolfgang Goethe
preface of ‘The Theory of Color’
Anyway, instead of Seabreeze I'm going to go to the conservatory and then I'm going to have a concert in Highland Park underneath the statue of Goethe at around 5pm. Then I'm going to go see Grizzly Man at the Eastmanhouse at 8pm. And then around 10pm or so I'll be going to Lux.

phallus mausoleum:


the goldem sun licks sugar off my lips
and feeds me the wine of life
but the vessel is old and soon will burst

Instead of going to Seabreeze I'm going to see this movie at the Eastman House