A tight tug,
my chest
remembering when
clouds and pockets held the lord
my desires, now
like the rain,
a breath forever still…
Distorting excess be gone
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Obama’s New Jobs Act
It sounds so great to heart and is seemingly inevitable as we approach the presidential election. The competition, whether Huntsman or Romney can break through the Looney tunes, will dictate how strong Obama’s comeback will become.
His rebuttable on health care, agreeing to let states decide, is already on paper to take down that tiger. What is left, no pun intended, is politically viable legislation on the jobs front. Obama should and must tie job creation to any tax increase with the announcement that any job creation whether from an individual or a firm can be met with tax reductions. Obama’s new Jobs Act can be that simple by raising taxes on all those making more than 200 thousand dollars a year unless they directly create new long term sustaining jobs. Although similar incentives already exist they are not tied to tax increases. Since it doesn’t seem politically viable to stop Wall Street and the banks from gambling and force them to invest in real assets we must make job creation the driving incentive. The government can grow claws and sharpen its teeth by regulating through taxation. This could eventually help end our deficit and the recession by weaning the global economy off of fantasy assets.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Meek’s Cutoff, the independent fact based film showing currently at the Film Forum in Manhattan, is an experience that draws you in from a rugged distance on a long journey of self discovery and instinct as we follow a small wagon train on the Oregon Trail, circa 1845.
Lost, desperate, and politically identifiable even in today’s modern climate of hostile conspiratorial plutocracy; the measured distance is perhaps too real, as the dialogue is several times too low and the cinematography though adequate and clever doesn’t do this new great American classic justice. I feel almost guilty to want vast color and more beauty but, as such is the symbolism wrought with nature and the heart of the earth beating with every look and stare, engrossing in its dust from a tree to the dessert. In this way director Kelly Reichardt makes the audience part of the experience. It is so immersing, that I almost walked away at the end incidentally without my bag, not to mention my opinion which I quickly changed upon further thought.
Our culture feeds us emotion like fried Twinkies to the point where we are banged on the head with morality, vanity and punditry forgetting the importance of the journey.
This daring original stage performance of a script is a minimalist masterpiece that takes us where we need to be. It should be treasured and even studied by school children. One can’t help but come away affected by the well drawn out lessons of trust, patience, and spirituality; not of a blind faith but from the clarity of the heart. The existentialists have finally made their peace with God here; Beckett and Camus be dammed! A heart must be earned and given.
This is not a film for someone who wants to be awed and entertained with grandiose landscapes, gratifying emotion or high pace action. It is a thinking man’s film with a lady hero leading the way as a moral rock. Michelle Williams, of Dawson’s Creek, was stellar. All the performances were excellent, their subtle distinctions, superb and worth the price of admission alone. The acting and the script coupled with its slow steady realism and symbolism is sheer poetry but don’t go run to see it, walk slowly there, in the rain.
Lost, desperate, and politically identifiable even in today’s modern climate of hostile conspiratorial plutocracy; the measured distance is perhaps too real, as the dialogue is several times too low and the cinematography though adequate and clever doesn’t do this new great American classic justice. I feel almost guilty to want vast color and more beauty but, as such is the symbolism wrought with nature and the heart of the earth beating with every look and stare, engrossing in its dust from a tree to the dessert. In this way director Kelly Reichardt makes the audience part of the experience. It is so immersing, that I almost walked away at the end incidentally without my bag, not to mention my opinion which I quickly changed upon further thought.
Our culture feeds us emotion like fried Twinkies to the point where we are banged on the head with morality, vanity and punditry forgetting the importance of the journey.
This daring original stage performance of a script is a minimalist masterpiece that takes us where we need to be. It should be treasured and even studied by school children. One can’t help but come away affected by the well drawn out lessons of trust, patience, and spirituality; not of a blind faith but from the clarity of the heart. The existentialists have finally made their peace with God here; Beckett and Camus be dammed! A heart must be earned and given.
This is not a film for someone who wants to be awed and entertained with grandiose landscapes, gratifying emotion or high pace action. It is a thinking man’s film with a lady hero leading the way as a moral rock. Michelle Williams, of Dawson’s Creek, was stellar. All the performances were excellent, their subtle distinctions, superb and worth the price of admission alone. The acting and the script coupled with its slow steady realism and symbolism is sheer poetry but don’t go run to see it, walk slowly there, in the rain.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
The wandering trench
dug clinging deep
billed a lofty sorrow’s steep
like lust to ravage sleep
my love a torrent blinding fair
what solace does despair
the grunting trysts like mold
shadows of contemptuous grandeur
stolen lost abandoned dreams
sold diverted plundered, steamed
nigh the pharos stir
the broken sheep toil sharpen tongue
scratching scarring and bought to spill
my peace beyond a mourning fill
believing God as Christ could dare
set free such folly
brooding cares
as tantamount our victories dredge
to vanquish speeds that dull my heart
never so be sought
oh Buddha worship branded lot
an anchors dawn
my eyes must see
the calling storms
the world or ladders born undone
Friday, September 3, 2010
free money
black brown water washing up on beaches
hurricanes tornadoes ripping up our bleachers
earth control dirty air
ice is melting flooding everywhere
grab your children, leave your mom
they all been sold to the company lawn
prices dull and watchful eyes care only of their bottom lies
betting stocks that once were assets
wont help to pay our dry luck sachets
earth control dirty air
ice melting flooding everywhere
grab your children, leave your mom
they al been sold to the company lawn
hurricanes tornadoes ripping up our bleachers
earth control dirty air
ice is melting flooding everywhere
grab your children, leave your mom
they all been sold to the company lawn
prices dull and watchful eyes care only of their bottom lies
betting stocks that once were assets
wont help to pay our dry luck sachets
earth control dirty air
ice melting flooding everywhere
grab your children, leave your mom
they al been sold to the company lawn
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
self theft - lust is a hinderence
To be hampered by desire or even debauchery is to have the energy, freedom, and that which defines you, stolen.
Thursday, August 6, 2009
http://www.salon.com/opinion/feature/2009/07/23/economic_crisis_part_two/index.html
If you dont believe me, how about John Talbott?
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