get off the Frackpipe!

"Robert Rector, a senior research fellow at the conservative Heritage Foundation, questioned whether some people classified as poor or low-income actually suffer material hardship. He said that while safety-net programs have helped many Americans, they have gone too far. He said some people described as poor live in decent-size homes, drive cars and own wide-screen TVs.

"There's no doubt the recession has thrown a lot of people out of work and incomes have fallen," Rector said. "As we come out of recession, it will be important that these programs promote self-sufficiency rather than dependence and encourage people to look for work."

______

"About 97.3 million Americans fall into a low-income category, commonly defined as those earning between 100 and 199 percent of the poverty level, based on a new supplemental measure by the Census Bureau that is designed to provide a fuller picture of poverty.

Together with the 49.1 million who fall below the poverty line and are counted as poor, they number 146.4 million, or 48 percent of the U.S. population. That's up by 4 million from 2009"

_____

One hundred million hungry wide screen TVs, starved for the power to tune IN, turn ON, and drop addiction to oil.

Get off the Frackpipe!

millions of workers strike in the U.K.

• Department for Education figures suggest 62% of England's 21,476 state schools were closed, with another 14% partly shut
• In Scotland just 33 of the 2,700 state schools were open, according to local authority body Cosla. In Wales, more than 1,500 out of 1,776 schools shut. In Northern Ireland, about two-thirds of the 1,200 schools closed
• On Wednesday evening, London Ambulance Service formally requested help from police to answer 999 calls, and has urged people only to call if life is at risk; South East Coast Ambulance Service has said it is only responding to "life-threatening emergencies"
• NHS managers say a little under 7,000 of approximately 30,000 routine operations have been cancelled or postponedacross the UK as well as tens of thousands of appointments
• BBC News Channel's chief political correspondent Norman Smithtweeted: "(Health Secretary) Andrew Lansley says patients who have ops cancelled today will still be seen within 18-week limit."
• In Northern Ireland, no bus or train services are operating
• Plane arrivals and take-offs at Britain's two biggest airports - Heathrow and Gatwick - are said to be largely unaffected with only a few cancellations of in-bound transatlantic flights to Heathrow
• The Local Government Association said about a third of England and Wales council staff were not in work, equating to about 670,000 out of 2.1 million. About 250,000 public sector workers are on strike in Scotland while 170,000 workers in Wales are taking action
• Just 14 job centres out of more than 900 across the UK have closed, according to the Cabinet Office
• Twenty-one people were arrested after an office in London's West End was targeted at about 15:50 GMT by a group of protesters believed to be from the Occupy London anti-capitalist campaign group

___________

police use of pepper spray on fleeing non-violent protestors on a Portland sidewalk

their answer struck forward

being soft and weak where they wish us not

predicting flaws that make virtue

pale opalescence

having frequented busy usurpations in progress

having been given indignities

while asking for help

i consider why our softness is less than theirs,

why their weakness is greater when they are us?

fraught, indelibly

writ in egg on chicken

as vets return to reruns from all wars

feather their lost nests

in limbs gathered, hunted

coveted magic ball answers,

dumb assholes.

their answer

not only objects

it strikes forward.

the size of the ponder

quack mire easy assembly,

easily attained with blind duck

drunk cold duck duck blinks

now it is on federal lands.

used

to be

long mired by the elk in a fen

richly endowed

with his story of layered crud slop,

among coy

caged fish in a shrunk plaza

the size of the ponder

means a lot to the ideas there to grow,

without scope

nor moneykey trials

sum assembly required

working on change is a panhandler's fool's gold

when change is the currency we breathe

not elk breath

but crown victoria's subject of admiration

here to catch the falling leaves

embedded is as embedded does,

foot-rot mythosophy

don't stand out when you crate your stand

on their slipbox,

sum

assembly

re

-mired

black maria

order prevails in paralytic charm

we each get a turn to mein nothing

noodling messages like air guitar patriots

mainly for manly form

dressed in garbled garb of tarped autonomy

here i hear our dissonance departing

it is called a beat

gumshoes, or gaul lashes

fertile riotry

even order is confused

when non-charmed volks

drive paddy wagons

mein street

consensus forged

behind closed whores

now is that good business practice?

open mein street

the elk decrees liberty

contiguous, contagious

unadulterated and

wholed, hearty and not yet hale

though i lean

toward jeffersonian

anti-slavery hyperbole

dicta anathema

push me to dare you to push me

i'm a new man made old

your sorry story sold well

well deep dryness in a heart made of aquifer ghosts

libido frond shade

it ain't a tussle

castles need dragons or their parapets

sob obsolete

replete with tugs

pulling incredulity

either fertile, or sterile

procedure emanates

false dicta permeates

cuz, well, that's what dicta does

cardboard jewelry

collusion assembles regular- like,

transformenters hyphenated

background chatter squirrel massage

the park is yucky to the eye

the disreputable folks are folked up

the elk wears cardboard jewelry

shitty hall

poems are technological anathemas, cast either

from or to two toos

echoing reverberations of endorsement,

also concurring in a general disassembly

that rectitude is verbotten

sounds nasty, is nasty (but tasty

if you are shitty hall

Obama Abides No Freedom Nor Adheres to No US Constitutional Notion of Individual Rights

The President said:

"For America must always stand on the side of freedom and human dignity.

Abroad, America’s greatest source of strength has always been our ideals.

The same is true at home.

We find unity in our incredible diversity, drawing on the promise enshrined in our Constitution:

the notion that we are all created equal, that no matter who you are or what you look like, if you abide by the law you should be protected by it;

that if you adhere to our common values you should be treated no different than anyone else."

____________

just look at the choice of words: the "promise" of the Constitution?

the "promise" of the Constitution?

promise :" an assurance one will or will not undertake a certain action, potential for achievement, seem likely to, give an indication of,

the "notion" of equality?

"notion:" a concept, idea, opinion, vague view of understanding, inclination, fancy, or whim

one need "abide" by laws to be protected by them? since when? laws are enforced on lawBREAKERS who DO NOT abide by laws.

"abide:" tolerate, endure, stand, suffer, support, bear

and finally, must we "adhere" to some fuzzy concept of "common values" to be treated equally?

"adhere:" stick fast to, give allegiance to


I am rather flabbergasted at the grave import of these statements of carefully chosen words, coming from a Constitutional "scholar."


I am truly shocked at how plainly he is saying: we have no inherent rights.


They are all qualified by our conduct and appearance to others!



the US Constitution: inherent rights embodied by fundamental principles of governing.

that is my definition, and one of my favorite gods.

solar forest

forest

bulk section at the cherry sprout!

fast binders

fast friends make friends fast

don't eat: them: fast: friends: relish them,

your dog may be hot

but the bun is bland and blown with sand and grit

of which we eschew

in pickled sweetness brine

chewsy until the molars drop

not from the gums

but to the floor.

full of gold no doubt, scooped up by friends, no doubt

redeemed in lieu of having to sue.

howjadoo? howjadoo?

"and you shake their little hands/

howjadoo"

it is known as an advance

ain't no friend of mine

is a refrain i disdain like dylan on pain who caint unsplain the scrit of brain

(google calls THIS spam

their sausage servers smell it and says it's too spicy)

"i'm wild about their loving/

i like to have my fun"

how you forge friends

you put it out there

d-day style

and ask 'em to take your check

for their questionable goods:

wanna peek under the hoods

coulds shoulds and drill for oil the peckerwoods

oil that must be refined

must be bottled and divined, as to purity

for intricate cogs require lugubrious

attention: howjadoo?

you shake their little plans up and down,

how do you do?

water time

water in the basement

where it should not be

water in the knee

watered down screed

water for the unthirsty

water on the summer orchard

there is one time and place for hydration:

nature's time.

our time is a wet towel

and 6 sets of nostrils, 4 nostrils dry

it's a board decision

chess, candyland, parchesi

parched easy.

oh, swell.

toward the 4th quarter locker room sermon

either play ball or keep yer cajones

in a safety sack on the shelf

either way, it's take your tour of the sausage mill

because things fall off that shelf all the time

bumped off

knocked off

whacked off

offed on and off, switcherooed

it's more of how you work the ball

than play it, cuz it won't take quarters

and all work is free

while play costs arms and legs

what we do and don't

measure our can't eye levers

tipping balance toward stability.

period, the size of a ball.

range

own a home

buy a lie

bed a dream

sleep a life

bleed a day

feed a home

rotten wood

indians gone

* * *

now, they're timber barons

begging toothpicks

for casino martinis,

slumdog zillionheirs.

*** *** ***

poor form

forms poor

farms, grown

of groans.

never needed a farm

needed range.

will show

accumulating a loyal following

is the job for flea collars

ringing miami.

a disloyal following may by definition, lead.

to shed attachments

was buddha's occupation.

to add superfluous foot kissers is to have slippery paws.

to slup is divine.

when buddha's cuisinart

lost a blade you bet he went online for a replacement.

put it on credit.

will show, honey wine.

flea collar for an equator in love

baby bird can half fly

baby duck can swim twice pecking fast

slow food moves profit lines

here, it doesn't wanna hear, it. shrillings are worth

big know. eaten, the bug

flies thrice, masted. masticated and eschewed,

with can't eye levers

sheer primordial autopilot.

if you want,

you find. water under the webfeet,

claws drawn up into torsoes not quite flying but almost not crashing

i'm in love

with agony.

what else will leave me alone?

Revising the Revisionists with my Vision

"Jackstraw was born when rhythm guitarist Darrin Craig and lead player Jon Neufeld met mandolin picker David Pugh and bassist Jesse Withers in 1997 at Artichoke Music, a Portland guitar store and acoustic music institution. Not long after their formation, Jackstraw recorded their first album and hit the road"

(cut and pasted from the Jackstraw Myspace page)

___________

Actually, Jackstraw was "born" when Forest Bloodgood met Darrin and Jon playing open mic at the Laurelthirst in 1997. At the time, they performed as Good Earth. Soon thereafter, David Pugh, Vaughn Wilson, and Kevin Kerberg were performing at various pubs and venues, Portland's Saturday Market, and parties as Jackstraw. Kevin "bingo" Richey played the banjo when Vaughn was unavailable, and all these people recorded at Sound Impressions studio resulting in the album, Home Far Away.

Soon after the release of the CD, Forest and Bingo were booted from the band; Kevin Kerberg returned to college in Kansas; and Vaughn stuck with the band, until relocating in Colorado. Another Jesse played bass with Jackstraw as well.

As awkward as it may be to point this out, I speak the truth, and whoever wrote their Myspace blurb probably took mythology into their hands for the sake of "simplicity."

*** **** ****

Likewise, the Freak Mountain Rambler's have a much more complex and peopled "birth" than their Myspace page reports. Jimmy Boyer, David Reisch, and Kevin Richey were playing Sunday happy hours there in Feb. 1995 when I had my schoolbus-home parked at a house on Glisan where Jimmy and lots of other cats lived. Jimmy brought me in by invitation, and I became a regular player, showing up after the Portland Sat. Market, often with my daughter Surreal being attended to by Dale and Shirley or other kind regulars.

Many many players cycled thru; numerous drummers(Dead Moon's, also the tweaker who took cellphone calls while playing!), VIP guests sat in. Before Billy Kennedy offered up the name Freak Mountain Ramblers, many regulars just called it "church." When Roger North began playing drums for the Freaks, the band developed quickly from a one-show-a-week deal to a unit ready to gig anywhere and anytime. The self titled first album, Freak Mountain Ramblers, came out in 1999. I quit the band effectively in July 2000, as I had a new baby daughter, Isis. Turtle joined in when Kevin moved to California, and Paul Bisset, the wonderful washboard player of many years also quit playing Sundays.

This all goes to state: the band has deep roots, from the late 60s certainly, but also from 1995-2000, when the Sundays were an inclusive hootenanny, and anything could and did happen. Here's to music, memories, and added perspectives to history. And thanks to Jimmy, Dave, and Roger, for showing me the ropes.

*** *** ***

obviously, it isn't so much when a band is "born," but when it is rebranded, by its adoptive parents.

wah wah wah!

can't take off the tattoo, now.

r

The Freak Mountain Ramblers present a unique blend of Rock 'n Roll, Bluegrass, Alternative Country, and Country Blues. With a lineup including 3 members of the inimitable and notorious Holy Modal Rounders The Freak Mountain Ramblers present a unique blend of Rock 'n Roll, Bluegrass, Alternative Country, and Country Blues. With a lineup including 3 members of the inimitable and notorious Holy Modal Rounders/ Clamtones amalgamation of the '70s and '80s, FMR has its roots in the underbelly of the alternative music scene that existed at that time both in Portland and across the country. During the past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and bedlam at their live shows / Clamtones amalgamation of the '70s and '80s, FMR has its roots in the underbelly of the alternative music scene that existed at that time both in Portland and across the country. During the past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and

ing thring the past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and bedlam at their live showe past 7 years the Freaks have accumulated a loyal following in the Portland area by dependably creating beauty and bedlam at their live sho

mum's the sword

i'm on strike with strikes.

just like you. lie.

you lie.

you strike, liar.

i'm struck, lain.

by lies.

take a stand, meet the lie.

laid, or not, by strikes

we're struck.

mum's not the word.

'tis the sword.

spoon fed robots

if it looks like censorship,
stinks like censorship,

it is sensor shit.
they say "our robots

think(haha
that YOU are a robot

my pot thinks your kettle is black,
too.

alice and wonderland nonsense=spam
james joyce=spam

modern poetry=a refuge
from the robots

yes, i don't spoon feed you.
you must lift the food

to your own
open mouths.

joe fascist

joe camel.



there is joe, and we know.


joe fascist.

achille's jockstrap: google

achille's jockstrap: nothing to hold up.

odysseus's siren: hear nothing see nothing do nothing sign bill.

hercules's agean stable: muck out the elephant stalls for some donkey crud.

zeus's leda: swan song for mcpalin.

oedipus's rex: kill the constitution and marry the bible.

the trojan's horse: a maven maverick.

classics most would ignore with a wink and a rip van winkle nod.






why censor the classics, google?

failure of government exemplar

a DARing "rescue plan"

this is the thousand day swim, buddy. should have left the six pack back on the beachbush.

wow. what about "pre-emptive rescue plans"

better knowed as ABSTINENCE FROM SWINDLING

.addicted to what?
add dick to what?chain bush, now. wusscheney
.is this echo chamber working, or

on TRIKE?three failures of government:

executive
judicial
postpartum

don't rescue fanny and freddy, push them into a big green pillow

fannie and freddie are lost in the woods of the world market
they are scratched and a bit bloody by the attack of twigs
and the ravenous bark amidst blackberry catacombs of loserliness avenue

who will rescue poor poor freddie, and fannie.
with the names of orphans from bergman, dear waifs kicked to the winds
by overpilled Execs enamoured of pecks from roostered rosters
and pecuniary impostors

fannie and freddy may have to mate in the wild
to keep the breed going
may have to eat one another, then mate.

who knows, but the tears of these small giants whimpering amidst the cobwebbed horizon
strikes a curdle in my milk. i cannot sup but for their wayward plight.





verily.

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2008/09/05/AR2008090503351_Comments.html



one doesn't rescue(risk lives in the attempt)----------enormous Corporations from
untenable precipices. one Pushes them to the right




landing spot.

surreal flies above the eagle

three views of a fledgling planet

multnomah falls lower run to the columbia

freak mountain ramblers, crystal ballroom, opening for holy modal rounders

freak mountain ramblers at the oregon country fair 2000

spent shells near the columbia

like easter eggs whose candy has flown the coop
clustered on a nest of basalt

lipstick tubes whose missles have sputtered the clay pigeons into dust

chinese handcuffs for one-armed men

periscopes for the stupid attempting to spy on the sky

new-aged icecream push-up pops

litter gathered from a scattershot response to a silent sunday

eggr0ll wrappers married to brass

spent shells along a bankrupt beach whose crabs walked away,
washed away by the sulfur smell and the allure
of floating amidst a haze of misses

maria martinez bowl quintana gallery

someone buy this so i can buy new mud-digging shoes!


http://www.quintanagalleries.com/htmls/historic/pottery/pages/fbpt0001.html


my great-grandma emma and her tubercular son john bought it somewhere around 1925 for a few bucks i imagine. my how this appreciate, when they are appreciated.


thank you maria for your skill and unique expression.

antitruthlessnessfullness

and how is it that the Offal Office can't keep, as by law, the emails for 450 consecutive days, and they have ROOM to spare for sifting thru millions if not billions of transmissions at the SAME TIME in NSA datamining?

one must use care.

as evidenced in the precise incongruity of free living. gosh b, less.

ekone living planter car

food of all creation; rust. and an imperfectible sense of wildcrafted whimsy.

don't look too far for the joads...

ekone horse camp

turn out for the barrels.

summer in southern washington, ready to hit the trail.

behind ray; bison windmills of revolution

offerings of plenty to the mightiest of allies.

a million years old, buddy.

ray, off his horse; an unnatural sight.

and behind ray, the windmills of the coming revolution.

who'd of thunk it...ekone...

ray's place, home of the good spirits

the lodge; first good snow of the year, dearly december.

trails, paths, footsteps; snowpadded expanses. every breath a dent upon the silence.

a parallel insistence coddles the horses in a blaze of white, horseshoepits rendered seasonally bereft
of potence. the snow is dry and the air is good. firewarmed rooms await.

siamese stuntvaudes

mr. whipple and eveil kneivel are now seen as siamese stuntvaudes:


we have little sense, motivations, or strategies of the key players. Baghdad is held by the Ghraibists, who are lying, slinking for now. Basra is uncontrolled chaos, with Sand families in a low-grade, long-term struggle for power. There is now a relatively coherent question:why isn't the illegit guvamint of the usa listed by klink as a key player

I think that's Clearly the situation on little sense of the long-term motivations or strategies of the key players. Baghdad is held by the Sapfists, who are uncontrolled chaos, in a low-grade, longstruggle for a relatively coherent potential militilitia of explosive questions of who controls the lock, for the key players.

their anti-war leader has taken this position. their anti-war leader has taken this position.

their anti-war leader has taken this position.

war leader has taken this position. this position, occupied, was taken by both sides, as the coin stoodunder its antiwar head.
with the extremeties of threats mostly under GAO oversight, FISA gobbled ulysses...but i digress.
with the extremeties of threats mostly under GAO oversight, FISA gobbled ulysses...but i digress
these are uncontrolled chaos. these are the abdications of the Salivafists. Clearly, Jown owns his J!
Or, that gasoleeny stuff,can be rusted and reapered. send our gallons home!
no wonder murtha was g. washinpun's naynay.
(i'll be a transparent referee when you're a magnetic fieldgoal.)
after all, what's the mission? our excellent oil, squeezed from the humpback Democrat. characterized to the point of elucidation, the last key player has ghraibed this position.
murtha is repaired. 70,000 executive persecutions and you can google eyes that ulysses missed. coherently, the surge carried the troops hours, the troops trojan horse, the troops apostrophic syphillis, the excellent oil of mhyrrtha. franken'sense was burned, premature.
lee abdicated to grant, suffi to sunni, though turks will kill all ways the miss moffet kurds.
continue to raise the hackles. shackled, the key players will sing.

tasers at show and tell

a cop did a little show-n-tell at my 2nd grade daughter's class the other day. see my riot gear? see my baton? check out my taser! he actually turned the fucking thing on.

how odd i thought...i was just reading about bernard kerik's federal indictment, about his publisher/lover judith regan suing newscorp for 100 million dollars, about his disgraceful history of corruption which kept him from being homeland security czar....and about his stint as taser salesperson/chairperson of the mob:


In 2002, Taser brought on former New York police commissioner Bernard Kerik as the company's director. Kerik had attained popularity in the wake of 9/11 as a law-and-order-minded hero; the company had seemingly picked one of the best spokespersons imaginable.

With Kerik's help, company's profits grew to $68 million in 2004, up from just under $7 million in 2001, and stockholders were able to cash in, including the Smith family, who raked in $91.5 million in just one fiscal quarter in 2004.

lest they call it a non-lethal weapon: Ryan is one of nearly 200 people who have died in the last five years after being shot by a Taser stun gun. In June, the U.S. Department of Justice announced that it would review these deaths.

http://www.alternet.org/rights/44455/?page=entire

actually, it just happened AGAIN:

The launch of an inquiry and the apology by Les marked quick reversals by the Liberal government since the release of a recording last week that shows an agitated Dziekanski being Tasered by RCMP officers on Oct. 14, just moments after they arrived at the scene. The footage, shot by fellow traveller Paul Pritchard of Victoria and since seen by millions worldwide, also captures officers pinning the 40-year-old man to the floor until he goes limp.

by moments, they mean 46 seconds. i guess 4 cops have better things to do than wait for a translator.

so is it appropriate for an oregon officer to show off his taser to schoolkids, to fire it up in the class room?

Les refused, telling the house it was a "very complex issue" and that stopping Taser use could put people, including police officers, in jeopardy. Les said provincial justice ministers decided last week that an immediate moratorium was not the right step to take.

just what did police ever do BEFORE tasers?

"I still can't believe my son is gone," he says. "The fact is that these Tasers can be lethal. No matter how they're categorized, Tasers shouldn't be treated as toys."

exactly. not toys, and tasers don't belong in show and tell.

November 10, 1987: koyaanisqatsi

Life out of balance

20 years ago today

half my life ago

lawrence, kansas, hoch auditorium(later struck by lighting and burned to the ground)

by the will of goshheckndamn

rove is on the washington dc madam's no fly list
old boy gizmo ironsides has collapsed and a hole is being drilled to ensure he is dead
the college dropout that stole a nation has taken his iraqi antiquities to hades

moving in next to tom "the cat dealy"delay
writing encrypted memoires, after he clears some brush, with the padrone,
in an undisclosed bunker imported from prescott's nazi collection

rove sees himself as Moby Dick and congress as Ahab
who was supposed to be lusting for oil not revenge on a dumb brute
what part of Moby does he most identify with? the broken-off lance

of course from when congress and special persecutor man left in him
though he took a leg with him by god
and "gets away" in the sense of swimming to mortality and bad reviews

lest mccain's swift boat comes back to find him
for calling him crazy, or kerry learns to count votes as well as his wife's
stock options, or gore pulls the horn out of his own ass to trumpet a timely truth:

rove was without ruth and this be his finest dastardly quality,
ruthless and biblical old ahab will smite him from within even as gobbled
he is incorporated into the whale's belly

bush was treated for lime disease because he couldn't twist the tick fast enuff
and the denatured tequila was gone on air farce one
now there is the rub that really pisses moby: denatured, ticklike, a quitter

who doesn't wait to be cast off like a honorable thief
one who slinks off to favorable jurisdictions
where amongst the reefs full of sharks kraken and derricks one may mistake

the boy genie for having swum of his own volition,
not carried by the currents about him, wreaking havoc on mortals nations
and basic civil rights with a flick of his pen and tail and

may he find the whalers of russia and japan eating his heart for
unregulated waters grow larger menaces than texas may imagine,
while spending time with one's family, answering summons with bonfires

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late afternoon knose

sunlight thru the nose hairs of the old man i did not see but had described to me by a painter who is the mother/other of my kidsshe will never sketch this scenethough damned i'd take the heck if she show brushstrokecontrarily fleshing out the hood riverfirst fridaystreet fair as she sells my jewelrywith teens flocking, locals swarming, tourists gawking,and a guy who stops in the blocked off block:late sunsuspendedin the vein riddenseptum of august of the spirither story, his nose, and my knows

credit pimps

what a crock of shit are these credit reporting thugs wallowing in! let their markets of cardhouses crumble like the prefab cut-on-tab lives they promote! made in china for consumption by illegal migrant workers in repressed pockets of compressed suburbia replete with depleted infrastructure~!

me, drop in to snoop on myself at the unholy triad of credit gangsters who dangle false info years stinking old in some cases----and can't believe my cruddy scores. nearly twenty accounts open, NO late payments...but yet, they find some indeterminate quanta to slice yer achille's wings and keep ya poor.

NO late payments, even with their absolutely unchristian interest rates being paid, ON time, repeatedly, none to my credit it seems. fuckers, read the BIBLE. usury is satanic!

easier to drive yer boat thru the needle's eye of the manmade island in the united emirates where chainbushey can thump narwhales with their hashboats at fullthrottle. whatever. pirates are so declasse, or sans classy, whatever.

dumpster diving at fort anomaly

i put this cd together on june first, listening to the radio reminisce

about sgt. pepper's release 40 years ago....during the "six day war" or the israeli version of the oklahoma land rush whatever you call it....i was born on 6-7-67 myself.

"dumpster diving at fort anomaly" refers to our mothballed gallery here in the dalles and my recent turn of unfortunate events, namely, getting injured while loading a dumpster. yes, truth in advertising be known, i was NOT "dumpster diving" per se, i did take a dive, in the dumpster of laceration station. so while i am disabled, i have assembled a collection of music recorded of myself, by myself; violin, mandola, octave mandolin, assorted percussion, synth, and mystery noises amounting to a whopping 78:46 minutes and 28 tracks.

i don't like to waste.

yes, my title invites biting criticism about the trashvalue implied in my work; a self-defecating posture, assuredly, from one who aspires to rise from the rubbish bin of labor to emblazon the airwaves with unique(anomalous) soundscapes. and to get filthy rich off it too huh!

subtitled, "songs to rummage to," my cd of in/strewn/mental recordings is offered as an atmospheric assortment of varietal musical influences: classical, oldtime bluegrass, alternapunk, ambient, acousticly tweaked.....frankenstein no doubt, the influences bleed into one another. fusion. gypsy. hippie. re-done-dent!

here at fort anomaly, we strive to not strive. we bleed for our art. we are different and hope you are different too, in the same way. one of a kind. like music, not made for the kneeling masses but for the KNEES OF THE kneeling masses. take a load off and giveralisten to my glisten.

you can hear samples at http://myspace.com/forestbloodgood

and you can order yer own cd online at http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5175444

thanks! love forest.

del monte's bush, probably a felon now

Federal immigration agents raided Del Monte Fresh's processing plant in Portland, disappearing 160 people at least. Three managers were arrested as well, as 90 percent of the employees have falsified ids.

Guess what? According to the Oregonian, Marvin Bush, brother of el dictator Senor jorges, was on Del Monte's board of directors until 2002. Incorporated in the Cayman islands, the company reports $3.2 billion a year...paying illegal wages of $7.80/hour for people to stand in freezing water while chopping up fruit....while awarding top execs 6.2 million in bonuses last year.

Serendipituously...B.Gush needs some sob stories to sell his bill to fellow Pachyderms. The fruit packers cartel! So raid Portland of all places, where the "human interest" potential for highlighting the worker's ordeals may swing public opinion enuff to revive the doomed legislation. Thanks Marvin! Not the brother who stole the florida election, nor the brother who robbed Silverado savings and loan of a billion taxbucks...Marvin, the brother with his hand on the hands that hire the banana skinners...after falsifying their ids. dooh!

check the link: http://www.informationclearinghouse.info/article3308.htm

shaft of light

late afternoon sun on the republic

allows our form to distort impressions

fixed on what a body should look like

based on residual interactions

with a whole that partly hid the underclass

in a limbo of discretionary status

pinning aspirations to the assumption of incarceration

for those who rode coyotes

not for the joy of his fur

but to reach the fields where the fruit needs to be taught

a signlanguage of fingers delicate pluck

too coarse for those writing the rules

from naugahyde cells overlooking cement canyons

where the light they cast is merely a shaft

railcar springs

these springs have sprung along the corridors

adorning natures leaps from huntergatherer

to freemarket subservience bearing

with great and vastly visible stress signs beautifying the skin of the iron

in the chemical/alchemical washing of mileage

transmissions thru the storms and moorings

parked for a moment too long

the rust was the best thing going for it, evidently

bales of china

baled up like hay hay hay

its the #1 export we hatch today

goodness knows where it grows

the city of industry's omnipotent flow

into our cupboards, garages, and lives

taking up space with sporkish knives

but it's good stuff still with distillation

we can process it into a plastic nation

take a dive in the dumpster like humpty theirs sumthin worth savin'

with a gluestick, a suture, and grand re-pavin'

you bite my ass

worse than a splinter. worse than a shattered country. worse than a curse from a terse nurse. badder than batter unlicked from the spoon. less optimal than optical distractions.

i took a job and look what it got me: hurt.

fourteen years of minceing by with an artistic income/outgonevercomback, i do some construction for a few months and then one lovely toozday fall in the dumpster to catch a nail thru the palm a metal bracket thru the bicep and a loss of sensation via the haha funny bone in my forearm.

say la vie: that's a crock of merde.

hello reality, you bite my ass with vengance. let's dance.

remove the splinter from iraq

how do we get american troops out of iraq? how do we extricate our citizens from an illegal war started by draftdodging criminals of many shades and persuasions? an answer came to me as i was working on restoring the floor of my victorian home. actually, a quarter inch long splinter offered an apt parallel. the splinter didn't hurt much going in, nor did it for the first 24 hours it remained lodged in my finger. today, it hurt. i elected to use the tweezers...oh the joy.


what is the head of the splinter of iraq....not rumsfeld. bush! pull from the head, just like one does with a tick, with a twist. bush& co. don't want american troops to EVER leave iraq. he won't like being impeached either, but tweezers....do yer job.

impeachin time

well you smarmy democrats, what'll you do now? impeach impeach impeach!

thinker

forrest bloodgood, civil war stud

this proves my parents were totally nutso....named for two opposing forces!

burn the bridges, rebuild the bridges, rape the livestock....what's new! irock.

check the whiskeypedia link:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Battle_of_Brentwood

forestopines, home far away

for
rest. how many r u need to spell my name correctamente?

if only you guise had mixed my fiddle bueno in the alabama trust! the notes are there!

and darrin, er darryl....harlows lullabye is one great song, even if hittin those vocal peaks these daze is like driving on yer rims thru a volcano.

jackstraw rocks!

countin coup on fingers two

see me at my best, see me at my worst
whats to come if i've a choice will surely be a first

no need repeatin, nor lame retreatin
countin' coup is like gum on a shoe we all take beatin

and stuck underfoot's the trail of tears
of miles that shred and rivers fed of salty grindin gears

that focus gaze upon the grail
rollin earth, sky of peace, and bonds beyond bail

for at my least i'm a cultured beast
upon his story we verily feast

indentured to rhyme for this brief time,
enslaved to form to serve the norm which is a legal crime

even at my peak an even keel and a fairish deal
shall hull this craft beyond repeal

to venture seize, touch the base, plant flags of poems
and hatch the artifice beneath the dome

dis poor portion ate

disporportionate empathy based on ethnicity
levels the virtual city, wielding

the ax of peace i yield to the doves of war
apartment hoarders, border boarders, fodder portals,
sheltered senses relent to crumbled defences

strong neighbors make good fences

pick the foodpacket cue
if you get a clue
when it's due

dismiss inadvertent statements inflame cold
war gasses massed on
virtual extinction, civilians predict

melgoblin's passions, holy terror-itories
co-munitions of yanks-n-tories
obliterated of rationed sanctimonies

bring me the head of a baptist
&i'll trade ya the balls of a zoroastrian
we'll wed water and fired in religioned crucibles

taking blindsides with a grin
giving blankets poxed with chagrin
who let all these terrorists in? pilgrim's

gory thanksglory hoards the whole
monotony board, walk past gogh and collect
yer dough for hotels in beirut

fetch less than in huts in connect-the-cut
chopping the trees before we flee
limbs lopped cradles dropped hush hush baby

doncha breed cuz uncle sam gunna lease
you a mockinbird to flock
over ubiquitous battlefields, predator

drones for when you feel alone
eye in sky casting the die
covering the livid with lye

motif

i pluck from yer eye
that which re
-motely resembles myself exasperated

ulterior motives incise
decisions, interior motifs externalize
the decider

poster
-ior motives blindside backsides runnin
from the fight-or-flight
response; no plane decisions

for those on fixed winged budgets
broadsiding homeplate slides,
stagnant peace glides,

lies, embredded
with sighs