the repressed


'the repressed' returns

 as history

    to be continued    / as the fragments accrue

       ________there's a good example of it in action isn't it?
  not necessarily  restraint

these old freudian ideas die off slowly. even as clocks and cockadoodle ideas stuck to the mantle.




Wallace Presidency might have prevented the dropping of nuclear bombs on Japan and prevented the Cold War

Peter Kuznick (co-author with Oliver Stone of the Untold History of the United States): A Wallace Presidency might have prevented the dropping of nuclear bombs on Japan and prevented the Cold War

Peter Kuznick, co-author with Oliver Stone of the "Untold History of the United States", discusses the '44 Democratic Convention coup that dumped VP Henry A. Wallace, the man who as President would have opposed the cold war




fat cats

fat cats and headphones mp3 players galore an infinite clatter cavalcade of 'em

roaring down aisles the logjam of bodies leaves the great Tao blocked for ruin

this it sees this way seeing the trespass of past  and future determines

an end to me  an is that was what you was going to say before the moon

settles down balking its skill leave those eyes lowercase it's a disciple leaving

out the taught renewed every hour even in disobedience this broken word delivers

lovers  abandoned bodies lovers washed over the sacred lane the scale heaving

must be a pure surrealism in the most baroque of ages buses bumping their wheels

a simile ineptitude masses the thought of crowded horses yes horses not houses

or loggia in the North of China near the locale of a well known poet's demise among

the thousands you were seen upside down carrying remnants of a Buddhist ashtray

now just imagine there are young men 'all over Europe' who want

to be you

O it's right there he realizes its time to stop getting back

   begetting not made against the Zohar of a lover's long told lips

the decor of a verse

remembering its altitude


think of Gwendolyn MacEwen



 (for the late John Knowles)





      what were you doing in China in the spring ?

    spitting wooden nickels and dimes!
  making tea with socks!
  burling onions with chopsuey!
  doing headstands
     thinking of Bodhidharma
      how death was an immaculate trembling veil

           wrapped on the matted mantlepiece of the unseen


for John K ~Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart Herbert von Karajan


for now ~


Good-bye for now old friend
         let the stars carry you   





Oh, westryn wind, when wilt thou blow
That the small rain down can rain?
Christ, that my love were in my arms
And I in my bed again.


Winter is Icummen in
(Ezra Pound)

                  Winter is icummen in,
                     Lhude sing Goddamm,
                  Raineth drop and staineth slop
                        And how the wind doth ramm!
                                        Sing: Goddamm.
                   Skiddeth bus and sloppeth us,
                An ague hath my ham.
                    Freezeth river, turneth liver
                           Damn you, sing: Goddamm.
                                   Goddamm, Goddamm, tis why I am,
                   So 'gainst the winter's balm
                   Sing Goddamm, damm, sing Goddamm
                       Sing Goddamm, sing Goddamm,


...Crossing the .. little brook . ..cross the water..


  the living                            and             dead

  we're so sorry


Hands flocking in sorrow

                                             and joy


   f  l       o              c                   k
                  l          o         c                  k

                                           Hands flocking in sorrow
                                             an' joy

      hands reaching across the water to the living   souls flying and them resting


Hands flocking in sorrow

                                          n' joy


Nelson Mandela Madiba

'Good Bye Beautiful Soul  ' ~  !


'The works of Shakespeare, annotated by inmates at Robben Island Prison, South Africa. 
I first heard about a copy of the complete works of William Shakespeare known as the ‘Robben Island Bible’ when a good friend was reading Anthony Sampson’s wonderful biography on Nelson Mandela in 2002. I was fascinated by the story and found online the subsequent article that Sampson wrote ‘O, what men dare do’ in the Observer from 2001:


' Julius Caesar was the favourite, and Mandela chose Caesar's own fateful words, which he underlined with his signature and dated 16 December 1977: 

Cowards die many times before their deaths
The valiant never taste of death but once.
Of all the wonders that I have heard,
It seems to me most strange that men should fear;
Seeing that death, a necessary end,
Will come when it will come. 

Mandela continued to reach back to Shakespeare after he was freed and later became President of South Africa. And the fascination with the Bard remained with the next black generation. 

Thabo Mbeki, the current President of South Africa, became enthralled by Shakespeare when he was at Sussex University, and has ever since quoted him at every opportunity. 

When Mandela celebrated his eightieth birthday in 1998, before stepping down as President, Mbeki made a speech speculating about how he would retire to the country, quoting from King Lear: 

To tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
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