Monday, March 31, 2008
So-called violent protesting monks
The Chinese government seeks to portray Buddhist monks in Tibet as capable of violence, but apparently the only way they can do it is to actually impersonate them. As the Dalai Lama says, we should feel compassion for them, since they have some heavy karma coming their way.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Ninth Symphony of Beethoven Understood at Last as a Sexual Message (Adrienne Rich)
A man in terror of impotence
of infertility, not knowing the difference
a man trying to tell something
howling from the climacteric
music for the entirely
isolated soul
yelling at Joy from the tunnel of the ego
music without the ghost
of another person in it, music
trying to tell something the man
does not want out, would keep if he could
gagged and bound and flogged with chords of Joy
where everything is silence and the
beating of a bloody fist upon
a splintered table
of infertility, not knowing the difference
a man trying to tell something
howling from the climacteric
music for the entirely
isolated soul
yelling at Joy from the tunnel of the ego
music without the ghost
of another person in it, music
trying to tell something the man
does not want out, would keep if he could
gagged and bound and flogged with chords of Joy
where everything is silence and the
beating of a bloody fist upon
a splintered table
Sunday, March 09, 2008
A crude comic I drew a while back
Spring
Dragging feet in the water
The nasal passage of time
Conspires and coalesces like music.
Monstrous membranes occlude my perception.
The wave of Spring is always welcome.
But it is not welcome in all ways.
Trees spew their particles into the wind
Awakening ancient cells of resistance.
A body wages war with a body,
Just as beauty battles pain.
Plants emerge from the soil,
And pollen falls like rain.
The nasal passage of time
Conspires and coalesces like music.
Monstrous membranes occlude my perception.
The wave of Spring is always welcome.
But it is not welcome in all ways.
Trees spew their particles into the wind
Awakening ancient cells of resistance.
A body wages war with a body,
Just as beauty battles pain.
Plants emerge from the soil,
And pollen falls like rain.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)