We watched the documentary Deep Rising and it made us cry. They're mining the deep sea for metals. There's no refuge from the the extraction economy. The ringing in my ears is an alarm I can't turn off. Speak about destruction. Remember that song by John Lydon and Afrika Bambaataa? I recall that refrain ringing in my ears years after.

olive bites head of one-eyed green snake.

 

listen to this. coil is soul good.

 

heaven's horror, who's gonna cleanse the earth of the war criminal elite?

 

there may be a possible decline in liberal democracy.

 

the year of olive and the woodsnake.

 

obama's ephemeral playground slash wetland (with sewer pipes).

 

obama's ephemeral wetland slash playground.

 

the obamachron waterslide.

 

the park as real estate (the oligarch is in the park).

 

the icj is captured, how about the icc? 
what body of justice will stop
the zionist genocide?
freedom for palestine.

 

the brutalist is played by a tortured, quivering brody.

 

 lunar new year, the year of the wood snake. deep dripping fog and hissing wheels on streets. sound is muffled and amplified by fog up here on 15. the cat olive lays in the window looking at the fog like a snake with sheathed eyes. the screen is clawed by jasper, the ancestor cat. we are wholly unprepared for what comes, what has been coming for a long time now. we can only respond now. the snake survived mass extinction. the snake must shed the skin now. then we can see the skin we were in.

 by 1833 the native population was ethnically cleansed. progress was inevitable. the future itself was bought and sold.

 i sing broken english to lucas. he loves marianne faithful. 

 

All our gains the machine now threatens.
Once our servant it now drives us.
Where we cherished craftsmanship
now its just cheapskate joinery.

No part of modern life's untouched.
Quietly ticking in the corner of
a factory which it plans to take over
machinery watches, pulses, explodes.

Yet still to us existence is
enchanted, pure as once in Eden -
who can feel it and not kneel?

As we sense its meaning language
fades away to music, and the
fragile temple forms within us.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Sonnets to Orpheus

 

have you listened to COIL lately? 

me and you, lulu.

 

 

 

we pray the zionists will be defeated, god help us all.

 

the new icj judge is a christian zionist end timer. let us pray
she may in turn be replaced.
how long will the terror states rule the world? 

 

 i want to be a listener. i want to be a receiver. i want the angels. to help me.

 what's your favored instrument?

 i shall not wish for what i do not have. every body can have deep listening, even with the sirens and the ringing in their ears. 

i remember the album deep listening from when i was a record store clerk. i mostly listened to atonal noise.

~

The key to multi-level existence is Deep Listening – listening in as many ways as possible to everything that can possibly be heard all of the time. Deep Listening is exploring the relationships among any and all sounds whether natural or technological, intended or unintended, real, remembered or imaginary. Thought is included. Deep Listening includes all sounds expanding the boundaries of perception.

We open in order to listen to the world as a field of possibilities and we listen with narrowed attention for specific things of vital interest to us in the world. Through accessing many forms of listening we grow and change whether we listen to the sounds of our daily lives, the environment or music. Deep Listening takes us below the surface of our consciousness and helps to change or dissolve limiting boundaries.

Deep Listening is a birthright for all humans.

Pauline Oliveros

but it seems when i just listen, i hear sirens, machines, trains and planes, and ringing in my ears, (and occasionally coyotes, dogs and birds). 

 

what if we thought of ourselves as listening animals
rather than talking animals?

 

 it's heartless, how people are treated. billions are spent killing people in other countries while old people are forsaken in this country, unless they're rich, they can't even afford to die in peace. mom's money will run out and she'll be evicted from the private place into a state run hell. i myself will have to die at home.

*

Here then, 

Form is no other than emptiness, 

Emptiness no other than form. 

Form is only emptiness, 

Emptiness only form. 

Feeling, thought, and choice, 

Consciousness itself, 

Are the same as this. 

All things are by nature void 

They are not born or destroyed 

Nor are they stained or pure 

Nor do they wax or wane

The Heart Sutra

* sorry i missed the second walk yesterday, charlie, and to think, someday we'll be gone. it seems funny to say i will make it up to you, like you can make up for lost sleep, or lost time.

 it seems the whole damn country has had a psychotic breakdown. we have to figure out how to stay here and stay sane. 

 this cat whose name i forgot has funny eyes and i don't know what she sees bus she goes right up to lulu knowing lulu's sweet and has feline respect. sometimes i feel like i'm dreaming in the daytime.

 i forgot to get charlie the second walk. i feel awful. my brain is just frazzled with the events of the world. i have to ground myself. 

 i signed on to this boycott though i haven't been inside the msi since i was a kid. boycotting is not just not patronizing. 

 i love that boodlyboodlyboodly, don't you?

nothing to see here.

 

 for the first time we see a genocide streaming into our screens every day. we see buildings and people exploding. we have to live with this, and we have to pay for this. the world's greatest democracy is a terror state.

 

maybe i take life too seriously sometimes. i look at my shadow and think of a time when i won't have a shadow to cast anymore. then i'll look at the dogs and know life is brief, but we are now here. i might almost want to cry because we are here.

 how can a person be so dehumanized they can shoot a child? how do the rulers who kill whole populations live with themselves? how do they sleep?

 pippy by linda. i picked this off the free table r. in my head saying what is wrong with you? i didn't notice it was pippy until r. said what is wrong with you. 

i'm in here listening to a person who don't even listen and can't even think clearly, and then! then they say did you hear what the trump did to the hud? he did a lot to a lotta things i say. they say don't get me wrong, i love trump. dead stop. ok that's enough, i say, we're done here. they say i love you anyway. if you love the trump, you don't love anything. i found another red line. doggone us to hell, there's red lines all over the bleedin' place.

 it don't really matter what i think. what i'd say. i'm on the outside looking in, or the inside looking out. i'm looking both ways, gnome sane. 

people all over the world are good. people all over the world ain't bad, but if they don't stop chickening out, they won't get what they wish they had, and that's affection.jonathan richman