Wednesday, May 31, 2006
John Lennon, on Frank Zappa
"I really, really admire [Zappa], he’s at least trying to do something different with the form. It’s incredible how he has his band as tight as a real orchestra. I’m very impressed by the kind of discipline he can bring to rock that nobody else can seem to bring to it."
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Countless My Lai Massacres in Iraq
Botticelli - Nash / Boucher - Milligan, and a great thread
~My Dream, by Ogden Nash~
*
This is my dream, It is my own dream,
I dreamt it.
I dreamt that my hair was kempt.
Then I dreamt that my true love unkempt it.
~Mirror, Mirror, by Spike Milligan~ *
A young spring-tender girl
combed her joyous hair
'You are very ugly' said the mirror.
But,
on her lips hung
a smile of dove-secret loveliness,
for only that morning had not
the blind boy said,
'You are beautiful'?
*
Monday, May 29, 2006
Thanx 4 Tha Vizual w/ Muzical Interlude
Sunday, May 28, 2006
A Constitutional Right to Graft? The Moral Rot in Congress
Saturday, May 27, 2006
Mahadevi
Sunlight made visible the whole length of a sky, movement of wind, leaf, flower, all six colours on tree, bush and creeper: all this is the day's worship.

Friday, May 26, 2006
The Gospel of Mary Magdalene
This is very similiar to the Taoist concept of Oneness as expressed in Chapter 34 of Tao Teh Ching, Speaking of the Tao it says "All things derive their life from it [Tao] All things return to it, and it contains them."Another portion of The Gospel of Mary Magdalene describes a soul's journey after death and the challenges it overcomes. These passages are much like The Tibetan Book of the Dead which reveals the Peaceful and Wrathful Dieties a soul encounters during its journey after it has separated from the body at death. This is very similiar to this portion of the Gospel of Mary Magdalene, " When the soul had overcome the third power, it went upwards and saw the fourth power, (which) took seven forms. The first form is darkness, the second desire, the third ignorance, the fourth is the excitement of death, the fifth is the kingdom of the flesh, the sixth is the foolish wisdom of flesh, the seventh is the wrathful wisdom. These are the seven {powers} of wrath."
Thursday, May 25, 2006
FOURTH CHORUS
Love will find a way.....
Sex theme park to open in London
Slaves to the "Free Market" Unite
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Municipal Gum, by Oodgeroo Noonuccal
*
Gumtree in the city street,
Hard bitumen around your feet,
Rather you should be
In the cool world of leafy forest halls
And wild bird calls
Here you seems to me
Like that poor cart-horse
Castrated, broken, a thing wronged,
Strapped and buckled, its hell prolonged,
Whose hung head and listless mien express
Its hopelessness.
Municipal gum, it is dolorous
To see you thus
Set in your black grass of bitumen--
O fellow citizen,
What have they done to us?
Tuesday, May 23, 2006
VA data files on millions of veterans stolen
JFK library honors Murtha, Mora with Profile in Courage award
Monday, May 22, 2006
White and Black Erotic Photography
Ex -US soldier:
Sunday, May 21, 2006
Israelis Kill 4-Year-Old Palestinian Child, 3 Women, an Activist, in an Assassination Air Raid on Gaza, Amir Peretz Orders Grab of More Occupied Land
Saturday, May 20, 2006
~Fingering the Ocarina~
ArtSetFree.com
They pour more wine and drink in large sips and Tadeja crawls ontop of David and with eyes that shine from all depths of time she shines of life and glow and the erotic sense she express and she claws his hair and feels him and loves and she sucks him into a kiss and David squeezes her body tight kisses her and time vanishes as they embrace in hot springling singling mingling emotion and their love wrauuu! and they grow younger older brighter in all directions in a second and the world turns fresh and hot and sexy and Tadeja rips opens her dress and reveals her breasts as David slides his hands up her back and kisses her chest and dives onto the fullness of her breasts and she pours more wine down her neck and into daves mouth and they kiss wet and winy and she squeezes herself hard against him hands warm against his chins and their pupils grow large their eyes like the moon is in heaven and they feel around them enter a familiar kind of beauty, a beauty that always is new, a beauty that is alive, and they enter it more and more and more and they feel themselves feel it's stance as they open something that can only come forth by an act of will, by actually wishing it forth and letting it guide every motion and every sensation every shiver touch and breath and they breathe together as they kiss and touch and feel themselves around in the dance of beauty the dance of love that flowers forth from everywhere and the candles begin to give a more yellow shine, the shadows vanish, and they move and feel and love and touch, together, this beauty, this aliveness, their bodies warm together, irises revolving galaxies, pupils telling all, and they love, with every movement and every breath, the shivers through their bodies, the life of their eyes, in the beauty everywhere the all is alive and they breathe and feel and love and touch in the pace of nature the pace of Eden back in Paradise back to where it all begins
http://www.artsetfree.com/ero.htm * Xun
Muzical Interlude
Friday, May 19, 2006
Mexican priest ordered to retire
Spring, by Vinci Vin
*
If spring were a woman,
she would be arrayed in yellow and blue and red,
not the colors of daffodils and hyacinths and irises,
but blue for waning winter days,
the yellow of daylight savings time,
and the angry red of stormy skies.
Her scent would be the fresh-ploughed earth,
her breath the breeze of melting snow,
and in her eyes of heavy clouds
would be the promise of verdant fields.
If spring were a woman,
she would be a gifted woman, indeed!
*
Tom Waits - "Waltzing Mathilda"Iran honors Georgia poet for his translations of Rumi
George Soros Dumps Microsoft Stock and Redeploys into Stock Exchanges
Thursday, May 18, 2006
The Masque of Anarchy: Percy Bysshe Shelley
'Government is an evil;
it is only the thoughtlessness
and vices of men
that make it a necessary evil.
When all men are good and wise,
government will of itself decay.'
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
How Important Is A Kiss?, by Fantasy
A kiss can take you on a journey
Into the recesses of your senses
And into the secrets of your soul
As it awakens your excitement
And stimulates your desires
A kiss will tell you immediately
If you'll bond with someone or not
You'll know if they share your passion
Or if they miss the mark entirely
It can lay bare your sensual nature
When your lips first touch another's
You'll know if they're gentle or they're rough
You'll feel their heat or their coldness
And feel another's lips stimulate you
You'll know if they'll satisfy your needs
And when their tongue starts to explore
And begin a dance within your mouth
You'll know if you match in your rhythm
Or If your tempo's are way off key
And if you'll make beautiful music together
When your kisses match in passion
And you're feeling each other's heat
You will float in time and space
And make time literally stand still
You'll be transported to another place
The importance of a kiss
And the oral expression of your love
Allows you to meet in a moment
To stimulate your senses and drown
And be introduced to another person's soul
How important is a Kiss?
You decide.Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Quote by, Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian writer
Monday, May 15, 2006
Sex, Love & Ecstasy, by Linda King
Sensual,
Unrestricted nakedness,
Erotic skin,
My breasts slide along his sides.
Feline,
Claws out,
Arched back,
His body trembles under my sharpened nails.
Offered,
Eyelids closed,
Mouth opened,
His hands climb along my thighs.
Opened,
Smooth wet,
Lips spread,
His sex plunges passionately into me.
Given up,
Sublimated body,
Ecstasy fusion,
Love quivers in the deepest of me.Sunday, May 14, 2006
The invented world of J.R.R. Tolkien
~Strange Brew~
*
*
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Iran: Euro to replace dollar as oil currency
Porno Saturday
Friday, May 12, 2006
Organelle.org
As individuals, collectives, and a species we are heir to a living library far older than the Sun, and we were born to enjoy, celebrate and preserve our personal and unitive rights and expressions of access.
A few thousand years ago, there was an accident — and the road to the library disappeared.
:
That road is open again.
It leads to direct experiential contact with the living sources of the stuff we refer to as knowledge.
We can together reMember a game of unity and mutual uplift our anscestors were adept with, and games of this nature will entirely change what we believe about what it means to be human — because what we believe is grossly misfounded, and our intelligence has potentials we’ve never seen examples of.
There is a garden of stories we can share...which rapidly unlock learning potentials barely dreamt of in our religions and most imaginative fictions... by changing how we interact with a feature of representational experience.
For thousands of years our ancestors were attempting to piece together a way to speak about a living riddle which they had constant and direct experience of. This riddle had to do with the source of Knowledge. and the meaning of Light, Darkness, Life and Death.
Each of our cultures and their children of science, philosophy or religion express a different version as well as a modernized token of their essential experience and understanding — but there are ways of integrating the toys they left us that lead to a startling experience:
Direct contact with what they were making stories about.
If we can merely agree, we can play an ancient riddle-solving game together...
that transforms into game of impossible rescue...
...and that’s only the beginning...
ANARCHIST JESUS Spoke to me....(thanks AJ)
Thursday, May 11, 2006
Fuck the US Government for Fucking US or, STOP WATCHING ME, ASSHOLES
!Blissed Out!
*
Voyage to Cythera
*
Free as a bird and joyfully my heart
Soared up among the rigging, in and out;
Under a cloudless sky the ship rolled on
Like an angel drunk with brilliant sun.
"That dark, grim island there--which would that be?"
"Cythera," we're told, "the legendary isle
Old bachelors tell stories of and smile.
There's really not much to it, you can see."
O place of many a mystic sacrament!
Archaic Aphrodite's splendid shade
Lingers above your waters like a scent
Infusing spirits with an amorous mood.
Worshipped from of old by every nation,
Myrtle-green isle, where each new bud discloses
Sighs of souls in loving adoration
Breathing like incense from a bank of roses
Or like a dove roo-cooing endlessly . . .
No; Cythera was a poor infertile rock,
A stony desert harrowed by the shriek
Of gulls. And yet there was something to see:
This was no temple deep in flowers and trees
With a young priestess moving to and fro,
Her body heated by a secret glow,
Her robe half-opening to every breeze;
But coasting nearer, close enough to land
To scatter flocks of birds as we passed by,
We saw a tall cypress-shaped thing at hand--
A triple gibbet black against the sky.
Ferocious birds, each perched on its own meal,
Were madly tearing at the thing that hung
And ripened; each, its filthy beak a drill,
Made little bleeding holes to root among.
The eyes were hollowed. Heavy guts cascading
Flowed like water halfway down the thighs;
The torturers, though gorged on these vile joys,
Had also put their beaks to use castrating
The corpse. A pack of dogs beneath its feet,
Their muzzles lifted, whirled and snapped and gnawed;
One bigger beast amidst this jealous lot
Looked like an executioner with his guard.
O Cytherean, child of this fair clime,
Silently you suffered these attacks,
Paying the penalty for whatever acts
Of infamy had kept you from a tomb.
Grotesquely dangling, somehow you brought on--
Violent as vomit rising from the chest,
Strong as a river bilious to taste--
A flow of sufferings I'd thought long gone.
Confronted with such dear remembered freight,
Poor devil, now it was my turn to feel
A panther's slavering jaws, a beak's cruel drill--
Once it was my flesh they loved to eat.
The sky was lovely, and the sea divine,
but something thick and binding like a shroud
Wrapped my heart in layers of black and blood;
Henceforth this allegory would be mine.
O Venus! On your isle what did I see
But my own image on the gallows tree?
O God, give me the strength to contemplate
My own heart, my own body without hate!
*
Charles Baudelaire
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
The Way It Feels, by Jade
The way it feels.
Leather,
Cool and smooth
Rubbing against your skin
I like the contrast of my gloved fingers
against
the upraised cock
that I revere.
The way you grovel
at my boots,
naked,
breathing heavy,
begging for
a taste
of my tits
or my pussy,
makes me whole.
My adoring slave,
My reason
For living.
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
~*Venus*~
Paris is the capital of erotic art and the Netherlands has enjoyed freedom of the press since the enlightenment era.
Many British upper class Grand Tour travellers were shocked by the sexual explicitness of the artworks they found in Europe.
An example of such outrage can be found in the writings of American author Mark Twain:
In his 1880 travelogue A Tramp Abroad Mark Twain called the Venus of Urbino 'the foulest, the vilest, the obscenest picture the world possesses'. He proposed that 'it was painted for a bagnio and it was probably refused because it was a trifle too strong', adding humorously that 'in truth, it is a trifle too strong for any place but a public art gallery'.
Monday, May 08, 2006
The Violet Flame

Sunday, May 07, 2006
Muzical Interlude
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Ghazal 119, by Rumi
American Soldiers Kill More Children in Ramadi
Friday, May 05, 2006
The Rosicrucians- Their Rites and Mysteries, by Hargrave Jennings
TheLogofaLibrarian.blogspot.com
On Cuba
“Sounds of Healing", Interview with Dr. Mitchell Gaynor
Declassified FBI Files Reveal Years of Surveillance of Peaceful Demonstrations by FBI's Counterterrorism Division
Corinne's Last Love Song, by Jane Francesca Lady Wilde ("Speranza", Oscar Wilde's mother)
Thursday, May 04, 2006
Thanks 4 Tha Vizual
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
After Press Dinner, the Blogosphere Is Alive With the Sound of Colbert Chatter
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Muzical Interlude (courtesy of "NEWS CONSUMER")
Monday, May 01, 2006
~C~ C~ C~
Dance like no one is watching.
Sing like no one is listening.
Love like you've never been hurt.
Live like Heaven starts tomorrow. * [quote courtesy of above Fishgrease's comode] ********************************************************************************************
. . . CCC . . . According to Seth, we are given the gift of the gods, the gift of creativity. He says there is only one rule of physical existence, and that is the fact that we create our individual realities. Events don't happen to us; we cause them by what we expect to see in our world, and our lives. Seth is not talking about us creating only a small selection of the events we encounter; he's talking about us generating the whole of our existence, including the problems we face, the successes we experience, the environment we live in, the material objects in our possession, the condition of our bodies. Seth is talking very literally when he says we create it all. Our thoughts have creative power and they, combined with emotion, desire and intent form what becomes known as our objectified world. This is an important statement indeed, because once it's understood, we will no longer believe in fate, circumstance, luck, conditions outside of our control. We will know their true genesis, and by knowing that, we'll be free to make the changes we deem fit and necessary because we will know the nature of physical reality and how we can consciously maneuver within it by choice.
Worker-to-Worker Solidarity Committee to AFL-CIO: Cut All Ties with NED
Subscribe to Posts [Atom]
(

