Wednesday, November 30, 2022


 i had another dream of you mister. i know, i haven't sent you a post in a while, and i guess you were sending a message. time may go by, but you're mingled with my spirit, and i'm always glad you came along.


 life is very short, but we got time. we can work it out.


 it was a biting cold wind today. the dogs had a lark. so what could i do, i had one too.




 peaches and magic share a stick. 








 magic points at his squeaky ball and i point at him and he doesn't know what to do, and looks at me like i'm playing the game the wrong way.


 it was our park. now it's part of his elite real estate portfolio. aka the obamachron.


 encroachment. privatization. gentrification. displacement. theft.      the neoliberal model for public parks, the behemoth obamachron.



 magic poses for me.


 the neoliberal model of public parks, the behemoth obamachron.


 katherine smooshes charlie. 


but as all several souls contain

mixture of things, they know not what,

love these mixed souls doth mix again,

and makes both one, each this and that.


john donne


 charlie gets a maria hug and a rafa smoosh.

sundog charlie.






 

Tuesday, November 29, 2022










 

is it a civilized country? has it always been this way? tell me the truth now. tell it like a story.


 The slogan “Revolution or Death!” is no longer the lyrical expression of consciousness in revolt: rather, it is the last word of the scientific thought of our century. It applies to the perils facing the species as to the inability of individuals to belong.

Guy Debord, A Sick Planet



there are many great betrayers; he is one. 

there are many great betrayals; this is one.


 

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.


Pablo Neruda, Keeping Quiet


 we need to disengage with money as much as possible. capitalism is the whole earth crisis. the crisis will result in change. we have to evolve out of the prison of neoliberal capitalism, and we will, in and through the collapse.








 we're always going through a phase. it's always a crisis somewhere, and no one is unfazed. even as we struggle we still note the peace of cats and advocate for the end of the war called endless. maybe it is, and yet we know there's always something beyond this.

burn down the mission, burn it down and stay alive, watch the black smoke fly to heaven, see the red flames light the sky. take all you need, to live inside.



 



 

Monday, November 28, 2022

from the grave yard




 


 

 feeling the megrims. so 8 people looked at the blog. i guess

 that's a typical day now. i used to get a lot more, and i can't help feeling

 sad about it, though i try not to look at the numbers. something

 happened, i don't know if it's me or the algorithms. either way i cant 

 help it. 8 may dwindle to zero. then maybe i'll think of something

 else to do with my inertia. 


 here's to the 8 people who looked today. i know i said i wasn't going to look, but it's like the news, focus on the dogs or what nature you have, still knowing that sinking feeling. i have the dogs, but i guess i lost it in people. 





 

Take me to the pilot of your soul
Take me to the pilotLead me through the chamberTake me to the pilotI am but a stranger


we saw elton' s last show last night. the span of his music is the span of our lives. he sings from within us now.


 me and my shadow. 



i think about what he could have done with the billions spent on building his personal empire in the park, how he could have helped the homeless, instead of making more, how he could have created more parks instead of taking park land for his private empire.


 a. was afraid charlie wouldn't like magic, though a. and m. are best friends. the dogs have different ways but the difference can be complementary. i missed the picture of a brief nuzzle. though they're quite distinct characters they get along quite fine. 








 blessed are the window washers, for now the veil of dust has been removed, and i can see more clearly the imperial design of the occupied zone.