Today is the end of an era. I'm sitting here thinking about what today means. I have my last exam of the semester today and I still haven't registered. I can't get ahold of my advisor which is a pain in the ass. I shouldn't have procrastinated this long, but I still wish it could be easier for me to just pick a couple of classes for next fall. I have to go to the DMV today to register the car in my name. I tried to go yesterday, but when I got there it was closed. Not a fun day. Today is the last day in my parents' house. I'm excited, but I'm also kinda scared. I am imagining this summer to be wonderful, but also it could be horrible. It all depends on what I make it. No time for poems, now or probably for a long time. Maybe I'll try and use someone's computer sometime this summer, but no promises. Ok, so peace to everybody. All Power to the People!

I haven't posted any poems up lately, but here's lyrics to a song by the Velvet Underground that I've been working on covering. It's called Heroin and it's written by Lou Reed.

I don't know just where I'm going
But I'm gonna try for the kingdom, if I can
'Cause it makes me feel like I'm a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I'll tell ya, things aren't quite the same
When I'm rushing on my run
And I feel just like Jesus' son
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I have made the big decision
I'm gonna try to nullify my life
'Cause when the blood begins to flow
When it shoots up the dropper's neck
When I'm closing in on death
And you can't help me now, you guys
And a
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just don't know
And I guess that I just don't know

I wish that I was born a thousand years ago
I wish that I'd sail the darkened seas
On a great big clipper ship
Going from this land here to that
In a sailor's suit and cap
Away from the big city
Where a man can not be free
Of all of the evils of this town
And of himself, and those around
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know
Oh, and I guess that I just don't know

Heroin, be the death of me
Heroin, it's my wife and it's my life
Because a mainer to my vein
Leads to a center in my head
And then I'm better off and dead
Because when the smack begins to flow
I really don't care anymore
About all the Jim-Jim's in this town
And all the politicians makin' crazy sounds
And everybody puttin' everybody else down
And all the dead bodies piled up in mounds

'Cause when the smack begins to flow
Then I really don't care anymore
Ah, when the heroin is in my blood
And that blood is in my head
Then thank God that I'm as good as dead
Then thank your God that I'm not aware
And thank God that I just don't care
And I guess I just don't know
And I guess I just don't know

Looking for guidance? Here's an option.

A Revolutionary Life
A Loud Obnoxious Death

- I'm sitting here going crazy, but no crazier than usual. So much to take care of right now, but I actually don't feel totally stressed, which is both good and bad. I'm moving out in about two weeks so I probably won't have regular internet access after that because I won't be in school either (SUMMER 2003!!!).
Peace, I'll check back later.

supposed to be working on a paper.

Next semester I'm starting an organization called Brockport Students Against Work.
Here are some chants/slogans:
Housework not Homework
No Class but Class WAR

I want to thank all the people that came to the show last night. It was a good time.
Here's a poem...

*Ideals on Wheels*

Touch the mirror to feel the tears that smear across my face
Mirrors make you feel yr own skin
Or sometimes reexamine the very air you breathe
A study in black and white of the noxious pheromones that drip from the trophies of sex

Why do so many people die in bathtubs?
Cornered by the swine of dreams policing thoughts
Bawling in the bathroom for two hours exactly and promptly at 2am the tears disappear and a smile creeps in like the rising sun
And when it all ends I want to look back and say it was a good trip

Follow the river of sound to the apparition of cardboard skulls and salt stained bricks
I'm hoping to find you there
But even if I find you I'll still be lost
I'll pull you aside promising brilliant and epiphanous revelations but only tripping over words on the way to my admission of things that make me feel like a little boy

Tell the people you love how you feel
They'll love to hear it
And you never know how many more chances you'll have
Every day an angel loses its wings since there aren't enough to go around and the young Cassanovas and Cassanovettes are using them like gasoline is free

The night before I told you I wrote this poem that was so honest and passionate
Bees come from Indonesia to get stuck on honey-flavored fly-paper
And somewhere in Amerika a kid played his or her first guitar chord
But mostly I finally made up my mind and I guess it feels good
Or maybe I can't feel anything

This makes me happy.

From Michael Moore:
Take the Dixie Chicks. I'm sure you've all heard by now that, because their lead singer mentioned how she was ashamed that Bush was from her home state of Texas, their record sales have "plummeted" and country stations are boycotting their music. The truth is that their sales are NOT down. This week, after all the attacks, their album is still at #1 on the Billboard country charts and, according to Entertainment Weekly, on the pop charts during all the brouhaha, they ROSE from #6 to #4. In the New York Times, Frank Rich reports that he tried to find a ticket to ANY of the Dixie Chicks' upcoming concerts but he couldn't because they were all sold out. (To read Rich's column from yesterday's Times, "Bowling for Kennebunkport," go here. He does a pretty good job of laying it all out and talks about my next film and the impact it could potentially have.) Their song, "Travelin' Soldier" (a beautiful anti-war ballad) was the most requested song on the internet last week. They have not been hurt at all -- but that is not what the media would have you believe. Why is that? Because there is nothing more important now than to keep the voices of dissent -- and those who would dare to ask a question -- SILENT. And what better way than to try and take a few well-known entertainers down with a pack of lies so that the average Joe or Jane gets the message loud and clear: "Wow, if they would do that to the Dixie Chicks or Michael Moore, what would they do to little ol' me?" In other words, shut the f--- up.

This is what I'm doing tonite. Upset that I have to work instead of seeing Abusing the Word and 17th Class at the Food Not Bombs space (I guess people are calling it Club Sandwich now). Ahh well, I've got a full weekend anyway between Angela Davis (and maybe critical mass) on Friday and posing nude and the show on Saturday. Plus, I need the money if I'm gonna move out and all.

Not my government.

Tiredness. I just realized how much work I have to do before the end of the semester. I need a break. Good thing I'm not going to school in the summer.



Current playlist:
The Reputation - s/t (?)
The Cure - Best Of
The Weakerthans - Left and Leaving
Rage Against the Machine - all

From the pastures of plastic suburbia where the sheep go to graze to the firey gates of hell
I am beautiful
And no one can take that away from me

here

There's some photos of me here, taken by Josh Strauss. More will be posted soon.

I played at the protest at the Liberty Pole yesterday. Here's the Roch. IMC article about the rally. I couldn't remember the names of the songs I played yesterday, but I do now so here they are:
- shock and awe
- pour paint on the fire
- brockport to islamabad

Then it was fun fun fun at the RCAN benefit show. Kinda disappointing more people didn't show up though.

Support the people, not the "troops": http://www.commondreams.org/headlines03/0418-01.htm
http://www.commondreams.org/headlines03/0415-12.htm

http://www.regulareverydaypeople.com/

The person that just IM'd me, please IM me back. I don't know who you are and I accidentally clicked out of the little message thingy.

people that i didn't formerly think were cool but now do...
Susan Sarandon
Tim Robbins
The Pope
the lead singer of the Dixie Chicks
Martin Sheen
... there's more I'm sure, but that's all I can think of for now (note: Jeneanne Garafolo does not appear on this list because she was already cool)

oh man oh man oh man, i need some sleep.