Saturday, April 14, 2012

Bad Spaghetti-O's, Bad Poetry and Tribe Slime Culture

Patrick did a number on the latest Smoking Mirrors
(youtube won't let me comment at the site; no surprise there).

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be cold and wet.

It's not the easiest job in the world, juggling the viewpoints, opinions and beliefs of a large number of individuals. The people who come around here are mostly pretty well informed about a lot of things. Sometimes, it's just information without much practical use. Sometimes it's practical. What's practical for one person is not necessarily practical for all. We've got different goals, different needs. Some of us are on different rays and different imperatives apply. Most all of us have two hands and two feet. Most of us have a brain and a heart but our objectives can vary widely. Some of us have families and children. Some of us don't and both sides may well be very content with what they do have, without that reflecting negatively on either. It just makes their circumstances different and affects their priorities.

Some people get really out there with fears and expectations. Things like this always make me think of “the best laid plans of mice and men”. Given that the cosmos has a deep sense of humor and irony, I always think there will be some glaring hole in the plans and preparations that don't reveal themselves until further down the road. The corruption just gets worse and worse. Somehow people have gotten the impression that the Afghanistan conflict has ended. This is because they announced it ending two years from now but it's not ending. Nobody knows where it 's all headed from here, except The Shadow 'and' the thing The Shadow gets its existence from, as a result of blocking the light. News like this is proliferating like deranged multipliers out of The Sorcerers Apprentice. You can't go to any local or national news, without hearing about shootouts, car chases, spree killings and all the colorful pressure response reactions that are the confetti and wind torn bunting of The Kali Yuga. Everybody wants to get their licks in. Things that shouldn't have happened are allowed to happen, against all odds in (dis)respect of the criminal justice system, which now exists to give all criminals latitude and license, especially if they are well-heeled shitheels. Tribe slime, like Michael Bloomberg and Little Georgie Sorrows, are plotting and planning the trepanning of the human race, which has apparently been lost, ever since it was turned into a three-legged potato sack jaunt.

The sheer weight of suspicion, evidence and conjecture, along with whatever I left out, seen at the alternative news sites, is off the charts in bulk and iridescent brine, filled with dayglo shrimp, swimming upside down in the Fukushima currents, in the rain and ruin, the infected tide pools but... what we are really drowning in, is indifference. Thousands more people follow the slag slut episodes of The Kardashians than anything connected to Fukushima, or the rape of the economy, or the threat of world war, or what they put in their mouths and especially what comes out of their mouths.

A really big earthquake is brewing in several locations, especially that big fault line that runs from Mexico up through Kalifornia. I coined that phrase decades ago and I still haven't gotten a dinner (grin). Volcanos are smoking and people are choking (or will be and should be) from pink slime comestibles. Heroin's cheap, it needs to be. Opium is also the opium of the people, as yet another Tribe member didn't say, prior to instituting the deaths of tens of millions in Russia and here is why Gunter Grass's poem sucks. I noticed the same thing with fairly recent, sorta war, poetry from Ferlinghetti. It ain't spaghetti, it's Spaghetti-o's that comes in a can. Yeah, it's canned, like the laughter that accompanies our permitted debasement of self, honor, integrity and all those other ghosts from Christmas past.

Here's why the poem sucks. It's disingenuous. It skirts all around what is so and why it's so. A man of that age should know better. Is he worried about his legacy? Well, I guess that means he has one. Uh huh. Of course, you don't usually win a Nobel Prize, unless you are 3 bottles short of a six pack in the dark of the night; sometimes you wake up, more clear than ever before and it all comes to you. Perhaps you weep and perhaps you cannot weep but you know. You know what you have done and what you have not done. You know if you tipsy-tippy toed your way through the Nightshade in the tulips and it's not Tiny Tim singing, it's Marilyn Manson.

When you take the inspiration out of what you do, which involves removing the honesty that would have spawn real controversy and eye-opening among the sleeping dead, you've removed whatever might have been there that would have made the thing worth reading or listening to. There's not much more pathetic than a poet who cuts off the access to the actual author. Of all the arts, this is the one least crafted by human hand and mind, without that input, you get shit and dribble-drivel, something like an old man at the toilet late at night, trying to pee. That's what you got.

No one can tell me that Grass and Chomsky and all the rest of the sidestepping gatekeepers don't know what really happened and is happening. Grass's poem is like the white flour in the industrial silos and warehouses. They take all nutrients out of it. It become an inert and nothingness matter. This is so the rats and cockroaches won't eat it. They pump it all back in when they make that Wonder Bread that builds wrong bodies 12 different ways. You can take a whole loaf of Wonder Bread out of the package and crush it into a ball the size of a baseball. Nice. Really nice. All you need is some pink slime spread. Yeah, the color comes from the pimentos, not blood from the stool of The Kali Yuga, presently occupied by rank after rank of marching shit golems; anthropomorphic entities of no fixed identities, shifting with the tides of the moment. Face and shape-shifting, into whatever the commercial says they are.

WTF is going on? Well, cats and kitties, the shit that has been impacted on the inside. That impacted colon on the astral plane, is being exposed to the colon cleansing chemicals of the cosmic, internal, janitorial service. Once an age gets to that 'outta here' state, it's in the same condition as your usual carnivore, sitting at the window, in a geriatric holding and loading zone. Things don't work like they did because they're all gummed up from congealed slime. No one paid any attention to this when they were young and now they see where that led, if they see, which probably they do not. So... all of the unbelievable crap that keeps pushing earlier crap off of stage, is being hosed out of the more invisible confines where it has resided for some time. When a new age comes in, it's going to need an empty house. You can trust that, over time, it will get all fucked up too (Kali Yuga) but we're not there, except in respect of the one departing and that one will take everything attached to it along with it. If you haven't detached yourself from the impacted state, you'll go where that colon goes. Otherwise, the benign and loving intent of that which cannot be named or defined, will shit you out unto a land of bright, though temporary, promise and you can get your towel, your cooler and your sunglasses and go sunbathe on the warm, or cool, clean sands of serenity. Pardon me for the scatological graphics. I guess we all wind up on Paracelsus's chaffing dish at one point or another.

Mad winds are swirling in the rat-fucked enclaves of the urban nightmare. The pressure of the bodies passing, drives up the heat. The steam from Hell's Kitchen, rises up through the manholes and gratings, along the sidewalks of zukunft Detroit, ubiquitous from Karachi to Cairo, from Mexico City to New York. We're surfing on a sound cloud of bad vibrations. Something good (the soundtrack will be there at the end of the posting) is resonating underneath. The darkness and confusion is being pressed outward. It's a cyclic thing. It's a natural routine in the natural order. It looks bad to the temporary mind, trapped in the comings and goings of lifetimes, forgotten to each other, between the hiatus points but... never fear... it's almost here or... well, 'or' for those of you without a rudder or an oar. The symbolic is often obscured by the appearance of the mundane and ordinary seeming. We miss the dramatic edge and meaning in the humdrum of the hypnotic state. Soon enough we can stop asking ourselves, “Is that all there is”? All there is, is going to be multifariously manifest in specific and general ways and the varieties of destiny, implicit within the mix, or in the purity of exception. This, all of this, is one more posting from the hinterlands of wilderness in the land of locusts and wild honey.

Disappointment always has a lot to do with expectation. Every expectation cannot be met, depending on what you signed up for in the first place. Those unlucky in the karmic lottery will be finding their expectations fulfilled due to low expectation and wherever that particular train is running, one should always remember that it is on fixed tracks.

On we go, into the fields of 'you never know'. On we go, our tracks illustrated in the bloody mud, covered by snow in our passage, invisible on the hard rock surface, or disappearing in the endless returning surf upon the sand. Inward tracks and outward tracks, run on their courses, for each and everyone, according to what they think they want and where it's located. Your guess is as good as mine but... I'm not guessing, I'm relying. Good luck to you, sportfucking in the high, wide and lonesome. You're going to need it.

End Transmission.......

Visible sings: 911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible♫ Something Good (is Coming Soon) ♫
'Something Good (is Coming Soon)' is track no. 10 of 10 on Visible's 2002 album
'911 was an Inside Job'

Lyrics (pops up)

911 was an Inside Job by Les Visible

There will be the usual radio show this Sunday night.


DaveS said...

nodding my head in agreement, while trying to keep from stepping in the excrement. Hard to do when the whole world is blue because of the folks with the blood of the same color. Mongrels like me and you with rainbows coloring our blood are headed for a much better 'hood in the woods where the critters dance with god.

mike m said...

Ha, the "sportfuckers" are in for a big surpise!

MR said...

Prayer for the Earth

video with Llewellyn Vaughan Lee

sorry, can't remember how to hyper link.


Clarity said...

Visible - F*ck the t-shirts!  Pack your bags - off to Rome you go to make your fortune.  Along the Cloaca Maxima I see a shit shack - the world's largest colonic assembly line.  I can picture the asses' asses, pasty white, all lined up on the conveyor belt, pointing towards the heavens.   For those on a tight budget, you could offer a self-serve option.  Some of these shitheads impacted all the way back up to their brains might get a bonus awakening. That's a deal too good to pass up.

Unlike Grass, and Chomsky, whom I've heard said Tillman thought he could trust, you tell it like it is.  Keep on keeping it real, Visible.  You saved the best lines for the end:
Good luck to you, sportfucking in the high, wide and lonesome.  You're going to need it.  

Relying? I'm trying.  I am detached, focusing on complete trust in the divine and staying the course.

Nick N. - check the SM comments - Ray B and I are fans.

Love to all...

Anonymous said...

You cover so much, I never know when I'm off topic or on. I think my comprehension fatigued out about halfway. I gotta say you're brilliant. Did I expect a holy man to walk out of a church? No, I didn't. I hear voices, but not like you do. My intelligence exceeds my intelligence, when the spirit is speaking. Sometimes, I even live up to this moniker, which I created to make people call me 'idiot' and 'razor wit' in the same sentence. lol, good laughs, good times.

Speaking of volcanoes, I drove through that Missouri volcanoe plume about a month ago, all the while looking for geologic evidence of that volcano (what's this haze? It's not fog and it's not smoke). I found a story on Rense about it a few days later, or I probably still wouldn't know. The day before that, I sidestepped a month's worth of tornadoes, packed into a day, driving through tennessee lengthwise. The great I AM is with me. WHY? If I could handle the answer to that question, I would have it.

Great times. The Apocalypse is ours.

Ray Zerwitt

Anonymous said...

Fear not, fear not, fear not, fear not, fear not. Isaiah 38 on. Just the tonic I needed.

Do ya some good.

Ray Zerwitt

Anonymous said...

Just a friendly reminder to all those not in the KNOW...

Rat faced punk "RABBI" Marvin Heir never once pursued any TRUTH or Justice for the victims of the Zionazi Holocaust @ Mt. Carmel Center...19 April 1993 @ the Branch Davidian COMPOUND...

Furthermore and NOTWITHSTANDING...Carlos...

I HATE Holocaust Heir, and ZELLIKOW...and all the rat faced ZIONAZI TERRORISTS promoting "THEY" lies...with fries.

I hope Queen Noor posts the comment with the link to Issa Nakhlehs' - ENCYCLOPEDIA OF THE PALESTINE truly is offensive to "JEWS" like Heir & Netanyahu...

REAPING THE WHIRLWIND is a BLAST inside the vortex...

See you soon...

Really enjoy your congregation & their prayers' for whirled peas...!

lightandlongshadows said...

"Things like this always make me think of “the best laid plans of mice and men”."

If Maurice Cotterell is correct then the lack of sunshine will be the mole peoples undoing. According to Maurice women become infertile underground due to the absence of the sun's fertilizing rays. He also suggests that's the reason we could never inhabit another planet unless the sun was of the same four-cycle nature as our own. Who knows, not me. It did make me laugh thinking about it though.

lightandlongshadows said...

"something like an old man at the toilet late at night, trying to pee."
Indeed, that's generally where we're at.

I've been meaning to recommend a movie (knowing you're a buff) for awhile now but keep forgetting, now I remembered so.........
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter... and Spring

A favourite.

Rob in WI said...

Thanks for calling out Gunter Grass. You're the first I've read to do it. The one nice thing about his little poem is that its short, and easily dismissed. What really needs to be said IS being said, by you and a few others (none of which have received a nobel prize in their Cracker Jack box). Today's post is great.
Be well, Rob

Anonymous said...

via Homer..

As my friend lobro says .. when it's all said and done "Chomsky would have us all believe the Romans crucified Jesus for oil."

Anonymous said...

Eloquence thy name is Visible. That's a great song too. I never think you can get better than you were and you always are. You're proof to me that there is a god.

Lee said...

Mr. Visible. Thanks for clarifying Grass's poem for me. When I first read it, something just didn't seem right. Of course, he is vilified by the German press as a lifelong Anti-Semite, which brings cheers and accolades from the "Self Chosenite", but, that is merely for outer consumption or for the purposes of demonstration. Hm, where did I hear that from?

I live a few miles from Modesto, California where a man shot and killed a sheriff and a locksmith when he was served with an eviction notice. It's getting crazy and crazier as things worsen. Several weeks ago a van was pelted with gun fire, but nobody was hurt. They moved in the apartment next to me to get away from that crazy place. They wanted to sell me the van (target vehicle) for cheap. I declined.

I'm just giving you a situation report of the real world out here.



William Freeman said...

Les, you're saying it, you've always said it, but I think for someone like Grass to say a bit of it's better than alot are saying. Yeah, OK, it might look like gatekeeping, but did he need to do it? Not really. He could have just kept his trap shut. Isn't he part of the awakening? I know, he could have said alot more. I personally think the average joe isn't ready for a whiole lot more. He's begun to rock the boat. It just needs some more rocking, doen't it?
William Freeman

missingarib said...

wow,vis wow-love in the ether afflictions twitter in the wind and brick and mortar relationships always interpreted by the ring. Ya new wine need new vessels new skin in the game as it were - the rotto roter man is staring at all the invoices going unpaid -you nailed the picture of dorian grey back in the front room for all to see -
your gift,your clarity are a blessing -live long

Anonymous said...

pierre said.

amongst other things, shit HAARpens, and nowadays Shitz iz the biz, interest , blowing in the wind, is overdue in the Hellraiser sense.

interesting take that women might become infertile in the bunker, I am thinking of the Dr Strangelove male fantasy of women breeders for their bunkhole. then again, there's the frozen eggs and the men can always lie about it and keep on going. sports(fucking) would be re-runs for eons, there's always the poker.

I watched that Parkinson/Mohommad Ali interview on YT (for those that can get it) the other night. interesting with my new views, though I wouldnt let Mohammad off the hook completely, he gave the script-reader a run for his money. relevant? a bit, 10/10 for integrity.

Scott said...

Did you ever see the old Don Johnson movie 'A Boy and His Dog'? Seems a good fit for what's going on underground lately.
Take care.

ChewyBees said...

The Scowler. You know the type. It's the person that lives a life of perpetual dissatisfaction and disdain for everything and everyone. It doesn't matter that they have all the plastic, and shiny fake bling there little plastic cards can help them hoard, and the latest motorized polluting junker. There is no amount available of temporary orgasm to make them quit whoring their pathetic existence to any john (or jane) that passes their territory.
It's everywhere in this nation of advertised freedom. Where everyone should be happy, and love should prevail in the land of the free, and home of the brave. Instead we have a populace of ne're do wells and malcontents, always looking for the next thing to set them off to a rant and rage of entitlement.

You can literally give betting odds on the length of time a person will survive without the zero liability system of fraudulent society that has been created in the minds of the nations. 1 week, 2 weeks, a day, the duration. It takes a matter of moments to size up the beneficial, and the detrimental. The citizenry is a collection of semi-intelligent (at least as far as the TV and njewspaper tells them to be) lard bellies, and less than intelligent (at least as far as the TV and njewspaper tells them to be) beach bodies. All of them are searching for the same thing: a way to make all others feel inferior based on some advertised category of societal definition of importance and stature.
I see the light of love and spirit shining in two demographics in regular doses. The very old, and the very young. These are the only people that smile that aren't paid to smile. They do it without thinking about it, and they do it with genuine compassion and empathy. Everyone else acts like their hole of Babylon is above showing happiness without some occultist, sexist, racist, monetary incentive behind it.

The neighborhood trashcans are filled to brim every trash day, and still there is an overflow onto the sidewalks, blowing across the fields and filling God's true house with waste, waist high. When the disposable crap is no longer stocked on the shelves of hell-mart, and there is nothing left to throw away, then I suppose the only thing left to be disposed of will be the consumer himself.

I keep coming back to this blog, Vis, because it is a validating path to walk on, and the writing is second to none in this day, and reminds me of F. Douglass himself...Thanks for that.

Dube said...

Your disapproval of Grass's poem lacks specifics. It's not a critique, you must admit.

Anonymous said...

you've outdone yourself. bet you was hardly tryin'.

good clean fun.

if you only want what you need ...
you'll always get what you want.

(good luck figuring out what 'that' is.)

Patrick V1.2 said...

Vis I swear to God you sound just like Willie Nelson. Like to hear ya do Whiskey River ,Seven Spanish Angels or any Willie tune just for fun. Or er do wise men do fun these days ?

Anyhow ... Oh dat Kaliiii Yuuuga . Cop tries to stiff a hooker, nothin new here.

I guess the shit rubs off on ya when you're in it all the time ? Something Goood is comin .............. dum ditty dum (Amen)

Out of respect for Patrick Willis I've changed my name to Patrick V1.2 so there can be no confusion. It occured to me that my own name, which came about quite innocently, might be confused with this great Orator.

Also I've had some significant software changes since arriving here. Hence the upgrade from V1.0 to V1.2

Patrick V1.2 said...

Started thinking some more about this Secret Service scandal and I'm wondering now if this story wasn't just an excuse used to purge the guard around the POTUS.

I mean these types of things are generally covered up .

Is this just an excuse to remove a perceived threat to the emperor ?

Hmmm strange.

Stella Blue said...
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Visible said...

New Smoking Mirrors-

The Swine Flu Smorgasbord Cuisine of Rot.

kikz said...

duff's latest.. it might not hav been about the whores... is a possibility in cola.

or... it might also have been distractionary... 'they take one for the pres' to sidestep and derail the fingerwag demands of cola, et al, on the drug legalization issue.

the whole story reeks... eyeroll....

nose crinkle at the latest captcha crap.. tired of the rorschach text :P

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Rob in WI said...

William Freeman,
You're right about those with some influence "rocking the boat". Jimmy Carter did it, but knew there were lines he wasn't ready to cross. He took alot of heat for just using the term "apartheid". I'm surprised he didn't have a sudden heart failure, or something like that. Owell you be well, and keep on truckin'.

Ray B. said...

Hi, Vis!

Enjoying your columns, as always. Thanks.

"All there is, is going to be multifariously manifest in specific and general ways and the varieties of destiny, implicit within the mix, or in the purity of exception."

Wow! I had to screw myself through the knothole to understand that sentence. It is very good, once you unwind it. I wonder how many of your readers are now lying twitching on the floor in the attempt (grin)...

"... what we are really drowning in, is indifference."

I came up with at least one 'why' for the indifference a while ago. I was looking at the time for why people in various secret societies were so resistant to change, but it applies to society at many levels as well.

Originally, many people are relatively pain-free. As such, they have access to and can 'move' with their intuition or inner knowing. They are basically uncontrollable.

Various 'bad guys' learned how to compromise this situation with gradually-growing pain. It generally starts with getting someone to do something that is marginally acceptable to them, but causes some inner pain. Over time, you repeat that and slowly ramp it up.

Once the pain 'ball' is big enough, you have them - they are on your 'side'. To return to the 'free' state, they would have to feel the pain that was carefully 'built up' - and particularly, that they have partly done it to themselves. It may take a lot of screaming, crying, 'dark night of the soul', etc. In many ways, it is a lot like withdrawal symptoms. Most people do not have the inner strength to do this, particularly if they do not have a (well functioning) family or clan to provide support and context.* Hence, 'indifference'. In many cases, it is simply an unfortunate protective mechanism. (But, it works in the bad guys' interests...)

Fortunately, higher types can 'reach through' this deadlock. They can either remove the pain (returning it to all-God or the sender, as appropriate) or 'squish' it hard enough into the holder that it has to be felt through (ouch), whatever is best. As in Nick N.'s posting over in Smoking Mirrors (second half), I am of the understanding that this is well underway - for the first time in a looonngg time.

* I believe that this was one motivation behind the destruction of [well functioning] groups like family or clan.

Best Wishes,
Ray B.

P.S. "Nick N. - check the SM comments - Ray B and I are fans." Indeed. Thanks, Clarity.

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