Saturday, April 30, 2011

something new begins...
don't really know if I'm up to it--
this world is horseshit
and I'd rather be with the whores
cringing under the whip
than the same old oppressor
who wields it--something new begins they say--
but the tipoff is there's nothing new under the sun...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
what is it about righteous people
that make them want to crucify
the very Savior for whom
they've been praying?

they are evil assholes--
and an Anointed Ones task is more thankless
than those lost ones
or even the God who demand it be so...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
what bear and deer problem in the wilds of New Jersey
and Pennsylvania?
this was their land before the human killers came
to destroy the Wilderness and develop it into
sterile asphalt fields of commerce and indulgence--

and now you want to hunt these poor animals to extinction
so you can spread your privileged filth everywhere?
fuck that!
let the animals run free
and let you human monster be fed to Wu's pigs*

*a reference to a character in the TV series Deadwood--God--how every
damned thing has to be explained--and only so it may be discarded--
and damn in advance any contentious imbecile who naysays this
or who thinks he's entitled to his opinion--or that it has any value

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
pursuant to the previous post: I say

to hell with Authority of any kind

they'll kill you and leave you on the roadside

after rifling your pockets...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 29, 2011

today on Bill Knott's poetry blog

is a blast at Poet's House "snobbery":

here here Knott

I'm with you on many things but especially this--

I used to work at the Berg Collection at the New York Public Library

and knew many of these glory-mad yokel wanna-bes--come nasty

to the Big Time because they'd heard this was how it was done--

I knew more poetry than fists-full of them--while they treated me like a boy--

after all--what could a clerk like me possibly know?

any time you're ready to piss on their doors

I'll grab a jug and join you--

(agree with you on Collins as well--your Apr 23 post--

but that Digmeat Makeshift Bottomdweller fellow?

I also never heard of him...)

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

harms come

and healings go

the body

and the soul

will preserve themselves

if left to the mercy of peace


for those with ears to hear

let him stuff them now--

like the rich man in hell beseeching the Master

to show his damnation to his family

that they would repent and not follow him there

and Jesus pretty much saying What? nothing I do

will convince them!

I too know better--the Hebrews saw plagues pillars of fire

and parted seas and still fell before the Calf once Moses

went up the mountain to receive the Laws from the Almighty--

giving in to their childish hungers and fears--

stuff your ears now--lest you are reminded too much of yourselves...


we explain all and signify nothing

but I must leave the conversation--

a smile on the street enticed me

and i must follow her where she goes


no freedom

no restraints

just moving in the precise vectors

of your own being


who but the One knows when the last time I look at the moon

from this body will be?

who knows when the Moment of Release will come

that I may leave all I've loved and hated?

that moment could come at any moment!

I've wrestled with what I've hated--

in the time that remains to me I'd rather

remember and celebrate all I've loved!

and who--including the One--could give me any better advice?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I need nothing now...

no work no love no reason...

I need nothing now...

no hurt no help no hope...

I need nothing now...

no way out no way in no sorrow left...

I need nothing now...

no wonder...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
have your way with yourself

before Life does its fatal job on you--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
keep everything you have in reach

and if you can't--

then be satisfied to let any of it go--

we can't call out own shots any longer--

and must have faith

that what you are left with

is truly your own--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 26, 2011

when a man loses his mind he gains his soul


be what you love but don't become what you love


we never had any business together back in the day--
and now there is nothing but endless communication
and mutual admiration--i.e.
I fuck you in my mind all the time--
a make up for so much missed for so long


I could leave this life at any moment--
to know this has sharpened me outrageously--
a sensibility so acute
I hear the fall of leaves
before they drop


after this dream journey of Life
I cannot feel bereft--
finally awakening to the knowledge
that I never really left

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
how a woman's eyes will make you

forget your train of thought--

only to lead you to another thought

another intent another action

and WHAM! there you are

years later in bed with a stranger

and wondering what the hell did you see

in those eyes in the first place--

you saw nothing--nothing

that is--but your own hunger

reflected back

and now you're starving--

and she's eying her next meal--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
so what if God had no mercy or forgiveness in Him

so what if He is all vengeance

whether he hurts or helps me

I'm still alive

I'll go on taking care of myself thankyouverymuch

even if he kills me for it...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
Bosco Vs. Cocoa Marsh

best 2 out of 3 spoonfuls

(with Hershey's and Fox's U-Bet as seconds)

God--the world is ready to blow at any minute

and here I am treating of chocolate syrups

from back in the day--

makes perfect to me...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 25, 2011

and what way opens amid the ruins of all old hopes?

what new world beckons?

what does it matter

when you're at the end of your own line?

and your own world is past and gone?

and no one knows or cares about your misery

until they undergo it for themselves?

let it be--and then--people will know what you're talking about--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Phiulip Milito.
as if I had anything to say about this--

my friends--it's another collapse--

another good intention come to nothing--

another carrot on a string being pulled

into the trap by the One He/She/Itself

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
the smoking crater

in the middle of our lives

stops thought


Content (c)2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I don't know what's going to happen next--

all I've believed and put stock in

is so off the table I couldn't cash in my chips if I wanted to--

a new era indeed--and no mercy for those who haven 't

placed their bets--God Himself fades our action--

and what are we to do but take the loss

and say--"Ain't that the shit!"

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
whatever is crushing us with its righteousness

is so much bigger than we are

only a fool would try to measure it or

figure it out--howdy fundamentalists--sad stupid wicked fools--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
she's done--she's had it--

the things that didn't mesh in us

have started to wreck us to the root--

I thought she was outside the box with me--

I thought anything that didn't fit

would be smoothed over with love and acceptance

of our differing energies--

but that was a fool's delusion--

that was vanity in the eyes of what mystery animates the Universe

(which we call 'God' for lack of a word that describes

the Indescribable)

I truly believed--and my idiocy was corrected

by another's reality--

so much I didn't sign on for--

and all of it sinking us--

I tried my best--thought we could work things out--

what a fool I am--what a delusion--

done is done--and all that remains are the slanders

of hurt lovers who had no time to waste on yet another

mistake--another misfire--another dead battery--

and the God we bow and scrape before

stronger in vengeance than in repentance--and mercy--and grace--

and forgiveness

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito

I used to hope

I had more going for me

than everyone else--

until I realized that in that hope

I was exactly like everyone else

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Sunday, April 24, 2011

Easter Sunday yet again--
the Risen One conquering death
opening the Gates of Paradise
showing--being--The Way

but his Father's another story--
viciously cruel and unforgiving--
tearing out pounds of flesh with interest
unmerciful--vengeful--being nothing but vengeful

oh ill schizoid Source of Creation--
and what fools are we who believe and die--
The hand of Christ helps us up from the earth
while His Father's Word sends us to the killing floor--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Treasure your obscurity.

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
what's he going to do today?
is he going to be sloppy sentimental about women?
is he going to all go mystic-apocalyptical?
is he going to whine about being old and no one wants to play with him anymore?
is he going to bemoan a past that is merely his mental construct?
is he going to sing the praises of young'uns who politely smile at him?
is he going to curse God for gouging his price out of him...this alleged God
of Love and Mercy, who's anything but!?
is he going to keep on trying to do the right thing
while God does him down for doing right?
what's he going to do today?
who's going to care?
is there anyone who'll care less than he does?

oh fool oh fool oh endless fool...
you tangle in your own knots and God just stands there staring--
and the more fool you if you believed your childish delusions
of mercy and forgiveness--ain't no such thing...

ladies and gentlemen...we have a winner!
it's the God-cursing him--

next race...any time you want it to be...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 22, 2011

did I ever play the fool!
trust destroyed
all hope smashed
and all in the name of making amends

amends for what?
now I cannot say
I cannot distinguish wrong from right
and all I bonded with

ruined every good intent
and some Source is satisfied
with my grief and other's woe
do we ever play the fool

in the name of love
for each other's love

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I did a good deed

and the sky caved in

the universe collapsed

and God was unmoved to mercy

now I do as I please

good or bad

just enjoy my flesh while

I'm still in it

and sky caved

universe collapsed

God unmoved anyhow

but man what a time goin' down...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

I see a blur--a smudge of light in the sky--

no one seems to see me--

I tremble

afraid my happiness will prove

false and again

I'll play the fool for hope

a way is opening up there

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
love will kill me more quickly than hate--

friendship will try me worse than any foe--

loyalty will tie me a sinking man's stone--

forgiveness will forsake me for seeking grace--

I'm tired of God's wondrous paradoxes--

they are gross contradiction to me--

when can I leave the world?

when can I come home?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I'm stranded at the end of my time--

looks like this is how I'll go out--

a new breed of cut-throat occupying the spaces

where the members of my tribes wandered--

as much a part of some unholy pattern

as those who came before and will come after--

one more step to this absurd edge

of time and human history

will deliver us to our to the end

of our sufferings--

until we face them again

in some future generation

running under the same eternal clock

we're despairing of--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
Good Friday--

more of an 'O.K. Friday'--

more like you hang on your own cross

the nails pinning you the pegs of karma

you're paying for---

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

so this is how it comes down--

oh well--all our earthly time is measured out

and my love--out of that spoonful

we've made--not memories--but eternal realities

that will hold us in good stead--(and only more so

the less aware of such we are--)

somewhere an Eye watches--

somewhere an Ear hears--no--listens--

and we hear a Breathing we think is the wind--or blood rushing

in the blood vessels of our ears--

or our own breathing in the stillness of night

as we lie together in the bed of our living love--

no madness on earth will destroy this--though it will

make it harder to bear than the Ineffable would have it--

but what do we know of this Ineffable but that we move

and love and live within it--and of it--and by its very sustenance--

never forget my love

we are--all lovers are--its issue--

and all who honor their love will be honored--

this is how it comes down--

the whole content of our living in a single frame

that dissolves into awareness beyond vision--

and tears will subside--sobbing will stop--

and the weariness of our life will fade into the calm

of the only present instant we ever know--

and there my love

is our love--

there is Love itself--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
are you ready to go into the Black Hole

at the very center of all things?

are you ready to embrace the Heart at the center of that crushing Void?

are you ready to hold onto your love

and meld with them into some unimaginable All?

you should--

every single day we do it

on the smallest--on the vastest--scale

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I will miss the gray cool days

of cloudy skies and bare branches--

I will miss the melancholy wanderings

through streets and parks and empty lots

seeing the Eternal in every rusted can--

much as I despair of the madness and sadness

of the World I will miss the Age of Ruining Hopes

and devastating fulfillments--wraecca--lone wolf of the Steppes--

longing for his home beyond this place--this time--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
we squabble while the world tilts on its axis--

our bickering is part of the general purging

we are unique and yet not the only ones

we all face the fire--are burned--and emerge renewed

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I said I love you
and the universe did not collapse around us

either God doesn't exist

or He does--and is true beyond what we can imagine

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
you're hurting
so am I
you're sorry
so am I
you're sad beyond comfort
So am I
you're as I am
and we are together
let that alone
be between us and death
let that alone
be our salvation
it is all there is
as we are all we will be

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
oh pity the evil of every good intention--
it turns love into hate
and brother against brother

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
how to wake people up! you can't--

everyone has their own understanding

and this world is the hell it is

because everyone must awaken in their own time--or not--

I'm reminded of Jesus and the rich man in hell--

"Oh Master show my condition to my family

that they may repent and not wind up here where I am"--

and Jesus sorta said "WHAT?! nothing I can show them

will make them change their ways"

Jesus knew human nature--and no one will awaken

until they "burn down their own house to roast their pig"

and feel the flames on their very skins--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I'll bet you anything

Type-A personalities

wreck everything they touch

because they are hollow on the inside

and are ever in the deepest mode of denial

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 18, 2011

you know I was always there for you--
covering your lapses--
uniting with your purpose
in some old-fashioned idea of matrimony--

but sadly--you never learned how to be kind--
sadly you went on and on

as if you had license to abuse
in the name of some idiot notion of 'love'--

you've gone on to other marks
and I am no better or worse than before--
except for the waste of time
that will become tales I tell the young'uns

when they're old enough to receive this without mockery--
when they are ready to find out for themselves

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
a sepia sunglow on the street
all of the past and all of the future

around us as our kisses
surrender to the only moment

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
the voices I hear
emanate out of the air--

someone is calling me home--
but home is not here
nor is the voice--
should I be afraid
or should I surrender to the peace

knowing I'm welcome wherever I will end up?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
how did it come to this I've no idea--
we were in the middle of our scrimmages
then time was called--

and here we are--
broken on the three-yard line
staring up at the fading goalposts

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
how soon the lively ride is done--

I am finally begin to enjoy the journey

and find out we're already there--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
Your lips on mine

are sense-memory--

you gone

and I lost in memory

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
The sum total of worldly wisdom:

"Ain't it a shame?!"

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Saturday, April 16, 2011

I never dreamed back in grade school
we'd reunite in later middle age
and--none the worse for wear--the fires would still
be burning hot and bright--

it never ends does it?
you're absolutely steaming--
so unreasonably hot
the mere thought of you lifts my head
in full throbbing vigor--

good Lord woman--
there is no end to your allure--
there is no end to your magnetism--
there is no end to the lust you excite

or the love that lifts it to holy aspiration--

oh the world is resolved in your arms
if only for this moment

in my mind--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I open my vein for you...

I invite you into my life
as I invite you into your own soul

I am no different than you
nor you different from me...

we suffer we rejoice we gamble
when we should know definitely what we should do
but we never do...

look in your lover's eyes
and you'll as many indirections

as any commandment of "God"--

for this moment in the violence and the pain
of ordinary earthly living

forget "God" and what you should or shouldn't do--
sink into the embraces of who you love the most

she or he are not the ones you signed on for--
but somewhere in there is the reason you're together--

go with that--and know you will find what way
you need to find--you won't be alone--even if

you're companion are unknown to you--there's a reason we're all One
and that reason

is Reality

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 15, 2011

all I had given proved too much for the recipient--
too much passion and not enough consideration--

and though I listened and commiserated
there was no confidence in a restless roving eye

to convince her that I heard--I listened--
to every word she said--

serves me right for the disdain I carried
for hearts that broke mine so far in the past

they couldn't remember--having moved on--
so for her was the dross mingled with the gold--

and for me the failure I didn't realize
I was asking for--

and even in this the heavens are merciful--
being all the better for our loss

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
o.k.--you win--I failed my own expectations
and missed a great deal of the good I'd actually done
in this life--now--will you please get off
of my confession and let me create a new character?

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
I have returned to earth
after many seasons in my own elevated mind--
and everyone who loved me so
will love me again
now that I have been brought down
to the killing floor
we call our lives--

welcome me back
I have evidence of some spectral light
you won't see while you're in your skin--
it pours out of me when you patronize me--
you won't see it--and I don't see it--
but there it is lighting up
the killing floor
we call our lives--

now I'm a buddy--a pal--someone to confide in--
anything but a serious threat
to your plans for the evening--go enjoy--
you'll take your own dive in due time
to the killing floor
we call our lives

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
shall I dance for you again and again?
you tell me lies but I cannot counter them
without destroying the subtle fabric of our weaving--
they are a truth you have created to justify
your confusions and I am an accomplice
by reason of some idiotic sense of decency
that gets me another smoted cheek--
so again I lift clumsy feet
and shimmy down a hall in your castle--
and ever sorry I didn't stay a wallflower
at the prom of your eternal graduation--
today you are a woman--a slut--a goddess--
anything some foolish man would have you be--
and I dance again--but happy when the last number of the night
is played--

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Knowledge is where you find it; wisdom tells you whether it's worth it.

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

the Apocalypse as a universal Bread and Circuses

God atop a throne

licking chicken bone

and saved souls like a headpiece on His skull

a lop-sided crown of Creation

and the pride of an eternal fool

treacherous as His own creation

I am in the arena all tired and given up

waiting for a door to lift and unleash

my brethren beasts and the last sight of these eyes

that first in infancy saw a dangling bird mobile

and who clung to a squeaky rubber lamb

will be blood soaked incisors

and the disappearing sky

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
fool I am to engage with fools...

let all you ravening beasts

howl until a stronger tooth tears

or your hunter finds you

gun at the ready--

I will find the meat sweet

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Monday, April 11, 2011


The controversy about this trip to China by Dylan is one of the most unbelievable displays of vicious stupidity that the old boy has ever aroused. Enough intelligent writers and readers have spoken up and given this crooked playing field a degree of level ground.

But it remains that the Media (and those powerless little shits who worship the notion of telling the world off through whatever available means and thereby, worship the notion of being part of any media manipulation) have decreed that it is time again to take Dylan down! He's past his expiration; more than ever, we can't stand his voice (after he spent a lifetime trying to sound like an old bluesman ready and willing to die on the road, these 'fans' run screaming into the night, clutching their ears!); he should retire (as if someone were putting a gun to your head and ordering you to buy tickets to his show!); he didn't stand up for Weiwei la-la; he didn't do what governments around the world refused to do; he sold out! He didn't do what we demanded of him, and now we're out to take him down! (That idiot from the Human Rights Watch: "Dylan should be ashamed for not singing 'Blowin' in the Wind and 'Times They Are A-changin'" What's the problem, birdbrain? 'A Hard Rain' and 'Desolation Row, let alone 'Change My Way Of Thinkin', aren't 'subversive enough for you? Idiot!)

And of course, our endlessly pompous, arrogant cousins across the pond--they still can't accept that their 1000 years are well up. I thought Maureen Dowd's piece in the New York Times was a truly moronic piece of drivel, but lo, some idiot from the Independent named Joan Smith really topped everything off; I wonder how old she is; I tend to think she's rather young, and schooled in the ignorance of her betters. Protest has given Dylan his living? Excuse me? His 'protest', such as it ever was, lasted about a year and a half, implying that for this twit, Dylan the visionary poet, Dylan the snide surrealist hipster, Dylan the mountain mystic of the Basement Tapes, Dylan the country squire, Dylan the divorced wanderer, Dylan the born-again preacher, Dylan the the Jeremiah of Shot of Love and Infidels, Dylan the searcher of lost gifts, Dylan the renewed, Dylan the Master performer, Dylan the Archivist, etc., etc, doesn't exist, at least as far as her agenda is concerned. I mean really, 1/100th of his career taken up with this and you make it sound like he's never done anything else.

He said nothing about Weiwei and human rights? Did he have to?;He knows the meaning of his historical standing; he knew he didn't have to say a word to focus attention on this matter--knowing you all would do the heavy lifting--he manipulating you while you think you're chastising him!

He 'meekly performed'? I direct Ms Smith and other 'Flat Earthers' to the comments to 'Human Watch Birdbrain' made above. Hard Rain too subtle for you? Desolation Row? For Christ's sake, he ended his show with "Ballad of a Thin Man'! Joan Smith, are you braindead or what?

Media works to restrain someone by putting an easy label on them, and constantly throwing that label in their face if they ever act up, or outgrow it and move on with their lives; a kind of way of controlling someone and keeping them in their place, because all media does is serve
the business and financial Powers that rule the earth.

And so, they will always, always, always hate Dylan. They will never bring him, and when he does pass away, and one of the most amazing artists to ever walk the earth is no longer with us, just wait until after the fawning eulogies, for the talkback maggots to crawl out and pick his carcass clean. The haters getting in their last licks. It won't matter. Aside from the permanence of his work, the idea of Dylan that his own living engendered, will also endure. As already given, he will outlast friend and foe alike--he already has, he always will.

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

56 years ago today

Easter Sunday April 10, 1955

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin passed

from this mortal coil--

after a life as a priest a visionary a poet and paleogeologist

(the man who offered up the entire world

at one mass in a god-forsaken place)

after positing all geological processes as tending

to the fulfillment of Time

and the manifestation of the Paurosia--

the omega point--the Final Manifestation of the Christ--

after a man oppressed and hounded by his own church--

he was finally released--

and does not have to see

the souls lost to the reality of his wisdom--

Pere Teilhard--we follow--may the One permit us

to be there soon...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
murderers of love

murderers of all that is holy

do your worst and be satisfied

for your mendacious victory will be brief...

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
hear my voice from here on in--

look at my pretty pictures--

you can always tune out the truths
behind them

please do--since you'll do so at your own peril

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
how many fools how many pure idiots out there--

hear what they want to hear--

believe what they want to believe and will try to kill you

if you naysay them--

this is why I have no love to give--

this is why I've had enough--

take your abused freedoms and go oppose

someone else--

go use your media and its lazy malicious ignorance

to destroy everything you can--

it'll come back on you

and you'll suffer unmercifully--

and I'm sorry i won't be there to savor it---

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Friday, April 8, 2011

to atone for wrongs and amend my destiny

God knows I've have ever tried

but there's even a price to be paid

when goodness itself may be denied

the Word is always the last word

no matter what we may think

and so in this contrary conditioned creation

we find that to rise we first must sink

I'll see you down there or up there

or wherever the Void really is

though we know beyond knowing it's around

everyone and thing--and we must grow content with this

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
better to talk to a mule

than reason with a jackass

(make your own distinctions...)

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.

Thursday, April 7, 2011

my time fills its place

in the Book of Life--

a blank page--

that is bad

if I've stopped

but very good

if I keep going on

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.















Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
only so far and then no more...

the lamp in the window

has gone out and no one remains

in the solitude of the Void

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
earthquakes tsunamis radiation decaying environment

and all I want to do (presently) is punch out

those sandwich-board prophets

smirking as if to say "see?"

their mission fulfilled and sanctified

except by the God whose Name they invoke--

even Elijah/John had to pay for Jezebel/Salome

and her turn will come again

woe coming to all who bring trouble

is the knowledge that stays my hand

while Nature quakes around us

Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
the joke is over

and it's on us yet again...

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Looks like it's time to try to take the old boy down again--our allegedly 'free press' is having a field day castigating Dylan for not being what they've insisted he be for the last 50 years--he's not singing 'songs of protest'...he's not living up to the expectations they've foisted upon him...he's not storming any barricades...he's selling out yet again!!!!!

Another generation of well-meaning but ultimately destructive imbeciles insisting that someone lead them and absolve them of any personal responsibility so they can merge into an illusory mass of 'humanity' fighting for some principle...and let's take Dylan down because he won't bless us--

Forget trying to explain to anyone that God's Plan (for lack of any phrase that can express the inexpressible) works like this: 1-2-3

In our attempts to be righteous--limited because what essence we share with the Universal Forces is boxed off in discrete little envelopes of flesh--we can only work from our own proximity to All--so from where you stand you make your move--and it comes out 2-1-3--no good--someone else from where he stands tries and it comes out 3-1-2--yet another tries it and it comes out 2-3-1--and so on down the unending line of numbers--we will always fail in our imitations of God because as long as we inhabit these bodies and this earth--we will never possess the Totality of the One--the only way it works is: 1-2-3

I am saying that to take full personal responsibility (1-2-3) you'd have to step out of the box--unless we do all we can do will be limited--but we must take that step--the man you're castigating now has already told you this--over and over again--Only a Pawn in Their Game--Hattie Carroll--these songs run so much deeper than mere 'protest songs'--included his greatest 'protest song' (if you wish to pigeonhole that as well) the utterly transcendent It's All Right, Ma--Dylan outside the box clear-eyed and straight from the hip--giving us the startlingly pure vision of all our fallen state--(shall I mention "Name me someone who's not a parasite and I'll go out a say a prayer for him" as well?)

Dylan's set list in Bejing was absolutely no different in kind than any of the sets he's been playing these last 20 years of his maturity--parse for meanings all you want--look closely enough and you'll find them--usually after the fact and without apologies or retractions--(see Dylan's remarks after playing Masters of War at the 1991 Grammy Awards--Iraq War I)--but every generation tries to crucify its mob-appointed 'leaders'--I don't know what guardian angel looks over Dylan--but it surely must work overtime (get it?)--so let's unleash the hounds--take the spears and follow Mr. (and Ms.) Jones or that jackass from the Wall Street Journal who caught Dylan on an off-night and raised a small media ruckus demanding that Dylan retire from preforming--ignoring (of course) the incredible raves from the following night's show at U of Mass--Lowell campus--a show that by all reports went absolutely through the roof and saw Dylan in peak form--with three nights at Manhattan's TERMINAL 5 not too far behind--

So let media stroke you all--"we're so tired of China and Libya and Obama and those Tea Party morons wrecking this country they so love to call their own and earthquakes and tsunamis and radiation and 2012--we want diversion we want Lady Gaga we want the latest ghetto king hitting number one on the charts while rich music executives kowtow to him while they reach around and pick his pocket--and don't forget the ever lunatic fringe that loves guns monster cars gory horror films with plenty of head crushing and lots of T&A yes sir" but Dylan will outlast you all--he already has--he always will

I'm reminded of Lawrence Ferlinghetti's poem Eight People On A Golf Course And One Bird Of Freedom Flying Overhead--the 'people' are the President of Earth--the King of the Car--the Spiritual Head--the General--Your Master's Voice---Your Friendly Multinational Banker--the Little Woman--and lastly, the Chief of All Police who says "You're all in the computer We've got all/ your numbers. Except one/unidentified flying asshole./On the radar screen./Some dumb bird./Every time I shoot it down/it rises."

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Wednesday, April 6, 2011

the old world is ending

but hell that's o.k.

the new one will show us

a better way

and if you don't believe me

and think that I'm not true

well it's not me you disdain

it's the God who'll say screw you

(well that's not totally right

but the the time has begun

to shake the rotten fruit

and you don't want to be one...)

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you think I've gone mad

but you're way wrong

I got rid of my burdensome mind

and my soul grew strong

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I saw you falling

off of a cliff

I ran to catch you

but my foot slipped

we both went down together

but as we dropped

we rose

and death was nothing but the portal

to life that we chose

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I will tell you

righteous but plain

all this maddening confusion

we'll have it again

God's not done with us

not by a long shot

God's not done with us

like it or not

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no one loves me

except when I'm off my soapbox

they want me to go down with them

very well then

I was going that way anyhow

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I will give you reason enough

to doubt your senses

and distrust your fluff

walk like you talk it

and smash all defenses

you ain't a dreamer if you've

no courage to take sight of your dream and stalk it

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farty old blowhard

so serious and sour

spews his apocalyptic shit

by the hour

all he wants is a piece and a spliff

and a young angel to make him

holy and stiff

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I fashioned a destiny

from thoughtless little acts--

a greedy take here

a neglectful omission there--

all the accumulations

of every wade through the aether

forming the way I proceed--

and in the passage--

a reflection here

a penance there--

not so much on a road

as on a swaying suspension bridge

that swings one way in my favor

and other times in opposition--

and the delusions of hope that

undermine aspiration

cannot make out any way ahead--

for the bad will weigh a ton on the stooped shoulder

while the good is so evanescent

one could doubt its presence--its existence--

such is good news among the detritus

we make of the world--

I have fashioned a destiny

to a destination I've yet to make...

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by small increments

we advance--

we test with toes

the raging waters

of our own indecision

and sometimes find

solid stones to stand firm on--

incremental fact

of rocks and water and the weight

of our load and the balance

of our nerves--

ah we made it! we made it!

and now must guard against

the quicksand on the other shore...

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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

in astrology

fire and water cannot mix--

I am a Pisces with Venus and Mars in Aries--

see why I'm always in hot water

with some woman--somehow?

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Sunday, April 3, 2011

I see an audience shrink before me

the Powers-That-Be

put their draconian systems

against the human heart

block that open expression

delete that free thought

regulate regulate regulate

all forms of communication

they think they succeed they think they endure

but it's just the fact they fail

and must make mindless and obedience

every new generation that rises

from their mother's foamy lips

and always they will fail always they will lack

because in every generation there are the hearts

that ever beat free...

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you love me so much

you'll lay me beneath

the ground and choose

the burial wreath--

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Friday, April 1, 2011

what can I do to make you see

that I wish to be forgiven by those

who know not forgiveness?

doctor's lines? a pardon from the governor?

a papal bull?

what can I do to make you see

we are not alone in all this cauchemar?

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if you want a raging madman coming like Jeremiah

out of the desert stinking of sun and sand and scorpion bites

go elsewhere--

if you want some holy wise man who'll answer your questions

about why your life is soooo fucked up

go elsewhere--

in life some things are settled but nothing is resolved--

all your penance alleviates nothing--if you want a hand to hold

go elsewhere--

I wasted my life--I don't need the burden

of wasting yours--if you want one who'll go down with you the third time

go elsewhere--

I'm a man of my word--I love you all and I hate you all

and all I'm doing is looking in the mirror--please

go elsewhere--

I'm not your enemy--but I doubt I'm your friend--

we all go our own separate paths no matter who we're with--

go elsewhere--

I'll still be there--but at least we won't expect of each other

what is not ours to give each other--

go elsewhere--

we'll either go to perdition or row our way

to "God's Golden Shore"-singly or together--

and we'll have gotten there by

going elsewhere--

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o.k. so it's April Fool's Day...

but I ask...
what day isn't April Fool's day?

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