24 May 2005

full moon in may

the full moon peaks from behind rain laden clouds. a heavy day - planets pushin' me, the sun, the moon pullin' at me. working through reclaiming a room which should have been two and not one. yours and mine, always and ever, mine and yours.

so long has passed since i got to be beside myself; i certainly don't look familiar to me this evening. so long since i got to play this way...jao and stan on the table all smooth and quiet like; the only thing missin' is candles alight and well ... you.

but, like i would have said, had i heard your voice, not the canned one, the time has passed. "summer's ready, when you are," kelly and kim screamed in my ear as i drove home from work to two hungry cats and one empty fridge. summer is ready...and i am too.

the sunset was brilliant; the corpuscular light spilled out from behind a cloud, as the nuclear inferno dipped towards the ocean, not its ocean. this day is done. good night moon - i would light you a candle, but there is no wax to drip round about here ways. adieu.

20 May 2005

H.E.A.D. for hedonism

oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah. i did it. come next month my voice will be broadcast through the airwaves round about the northwest coast of oregon and southwest washington. KMUN 91.9 Astoria and 89.5 Tillamook...Coast Community Radio. the name of the show lessen they nix it is H.E.A.D. for hedonism - a nod to Robert Anton Wilson and Timothy Leary. supposedly they will be webcasting sometime this summer so ya'll all can listen in come then. a big shout out to all the programers over time who have given me my love of music and rad-io...specially a heartfelt hullo to the other side to my magickal mentor John Dark aka Bill Johnston, major thanks to my good friend and roomie UNPL secretary general Big Jesus Trashcan aka Michael Wakefield, and ofcourse proprieter of fine used music on the north side Chuck Roast of Funhouse fame; all from KPFT in Houston, and to Greg the program director from KAOS in my evergroovy daze. get ready Coast Community for a dose of sonic sensuality, psychic poetics, and magickal mayhem... Head for hedonism with dj HeHL.V.X. ... till then again finn, peace frog.

19 May 2005

george lucas is a hack!

so last night i went to see the sith’s revenge and there is plenty to say, but first I gotta get something off my chest. the owner, however well meaning for his own welfare, suggested to the crowd that the mpaa would give them 5 bills if they “peached on a fellow” who was filming the film. i just found it oh so ironic that here george is trying to give us a story about power gone all lord acton, and he is all black ballin’ the p2p crowd who drive the whole damn thing by generating interest. i mean how many people will go see this, after the oh so disappointing foray in the previous two, because they saw some clip online, on the tele, or heard about it on the rad-io. i mean that is what reviews do…encourage you to go, and e! can show clips, and the stars bring the press packages when they chat up some host right? whatever! you can’t put the genie back in the bottle, pandora’s box don’t close once the latch is busted.

now don’t take this as some grief i got to grind with george over jar’rastastereotype’jar, but, all said, george ‘i wish I could recreate american grafitti’ lucas is a hack – like steven king, or piers anthony. there was absolutely nothing new in this film. no suprises, and certainly no insight into the force for us seekers. i mean how many space battles can we see the boys fly through before we say enough already? and what happened to all the cool models that made the first 3 (last 3, whatever!) so harry hausen like? this is so full of cgi it is cluttered like a frat boys kitchen sink waitin’ on somebody to do the dishes. i mean the choreography was nice and i been waiting for that “lazer sword” (please!) duel by the lava pit since way back then starlog time.

and by hack, i mean how much mileage can you get out of the dark ‘wish i was readin’ milton’ christ schtick? i mean the “there’s good in him” is just so much foreshadowing for the saving of the son by the father. blood being thicker than apprenticeship, atleast in the west that is. and gods the dialogue. my eight year’s old school play had better lines in it … and more surprises too. and another thing the only moment in the entire second (first, alright already lightsaber wielding geeks) series of films that even felt like a ‘star wars’ film was when padhme got her ‘leia’ on in the arena and saved the boys (and yes here he was being a hack again!). don’t get me wrong she has the only memorable line in the whole damn film, but she was just so much window dressing for his ‘titanic in space’ sequences. i mean come on “this is the happiest day of my life” good gods is that sap.

the one redeeming factor about this eye-candy fest (which is worth seeing on the big screen for nothing else but it is purdy) is the topical nature of this story. imperialism and the drive for greater power being something us merikans is sufferin through right now. i mean, we get to see and hear the jack-booted thugs marching to the jedi temple – nice touch. and the calm and quiet of his ‘turn to the dark side’ scenes were well done. the aforementioned line is so poignant i cannot help but quote it ad nauseum “this is how liberty dies, to the sound of thunderous applause.” but enough already read between the lines on that one and let us not go quietly into that dark night. to hell with exile we must not fail in this one. rise already!

16 May 2005

keep the bushit crew from making profits off death

alright now...if you are gonna buy gas, then speak with your pocketbooks and stop the bushits from puttin' more profits in their and their cronies' pockets (makin' money for resident bush and all the friends of resident bush to update the dead kennedy's 'we've got a bigger problem now'). support chavez and venezuela, and show the neo-cons that we don't want no holy war expansionism in the middle-east. buy citgo gas and send a message to the petroheads drivin' this big 'ol suv country, and the rest of the world for that matter, towards global apocalyptic mayhem. ya basta. viva la revolution!

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