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Rock n Roll

gets peace prize.

No one wants war.

Seriously, though, Dylan is an awesome poet.

No one wants war.

He's not a publicity hound. He's not looking for fame, nor does he seem to notice it too much, it's just the way the world is to him, I suppose, in one sense.

I remember he played with a bunch of different bands over a long range of years, and even was a real convert to an active church. I can't parrot out details but it all seems very authentic to me, a real man living a real life under the real influence of real love in a real world where most of us do not want war of any kind, and think, for the most part, that Russians have always been a part of the solution, and rarly the cause of any real problem. Except for maybe being there prepared for the worst case that doesn't ever come on account of their grand dilligence and excellence in the filed of intellect, battle? You've already lost the battle if you are on the wrong side of some things so that will always have to be considered when considering effective long-term and future allies.

The lurid and almost pornographic email dumps keep happening and I find myself using phrases that I'd rather not. We all already know the final outcome: Liberty and Democracy. Anyone or anything that impedes that is suspect to the intellect of the logical skeptics of the world, guarding over their own domains of mind, and not impressed by the cupidity and grand scheming of anyone. And are not impressed by the villainzation of a group or nation by temporary stewards of the public trust. The public is well aware of the mendacious and the trust-worthy. The public doesn't need a main stream. The rain is falling and it's made the whole world wet with the awareness of who and why and what and when. The out come of Liberty and Democracy is the outcome that will arrise. The details of that? The peaceful transition to a forward place where rule of law and the will, as garnered through democratic processes, gets to hold sway across the land.

With all laws applied equally to all citizens. The laws that do get applied, the statues of criminality that get enforced would be required to be enforced equally in a just system. Otherwise the system is out of equilibrium, in that strange dynamo of democratic expectation . System alway enter into states of equilibrium. A system of democratic rule of law, if it were disrupted from that, would have a form of reset, in a sense, to be expected due to the frustration concerning the violation of the rule of decent law, which imposes a dual system of unequal justice. The citizenry does not abide the injustice. Set the cameras, position the microphones. Cry for Justice. Liberty for the falsely imprisoned. Equity for the wage slaves. Justice for all poltical prisoners, general amnesty for crimes deemed by censors. All prisoners of conscience be let free, general jubilee.

No one wants war.

Can't you see that he's describing a bit from some old and lavish movie montage, all done up in smaller scale to have it be snowed on on christmas to get the expensive shot? It's all a hollywood minded delusion of appropriate behavior and this blogger is rahter more a bad novelist self-depricator who actually is disconnected from the Washingstoned yum fest and vender fair, cartel governance of international pleasant faces, who are mostly harmless and well intended and not worthy of being blamed for the mistakes of a criminally minded plan crafted generations ago for the subversion of nations, and how, when it had no more moral leadership, was let to go astray a yumming thoruhg the various places where they could slum their way forward, dreaming of teh higher cause and living wihtin the bad dementia of lost causes of the long ago, and worthy of a good life but unable to make a thought that doesn't involve revenge for some imaginary slight from some imagined past for some other people who are just a fiction of anthropolgical hoaksters or someone inside a dream he once had, passed out on a beach in another dream, where he's passed out on a mountain and another dream where he is passed out in a valley, another in a giant orbitting ring, in the sky, somewhere once below the deep water, and inside his other dream that he's having again. None of it was really happening.

But if you are just trying to write that song, that magic hit, that sets everybody dancing? Rock in roll wins the biggest prize of all. If anyone is dancing and rocking away the fear and worry, and gathering together in respectful dance, everyone's having a good time? No one says who is the this, who is the that? There is no BS like that in such a scene. Bob Dylin on a thousand different stages, and a lot of people dancing. Rock-n-Roll gets the peace prize. Bob gets the poetry one in literature. Life as poetry? It's not that. The authentic living of life by a real poetic guy? Oh how we gush. Real people are real and it's hard to be gushy when they could really come and strole down your lane. A real guy in a real world on a real day in New Jersey just stroling down the street. Let's not have a war. Rock N Roll wins the peace prize.

2:52 PM EST

14 Oct 2016

The whole crowd
is getting 
jiggity-oh

ewe ah
ewe ah
ewe ah
ewe ah
  

If every body starts rocking
who is it that can be dropping bombs?
If the lyrics are a bummer
who is it that would sing your songs?
or sing along
we must be strong
and stand to gether
in all kinds of weather
in the mist or in the cold
if the mission's long
the wind is cold
when the seas are rough
and the goings tough
we know who are our friends

blah blah
anthem song
blah blah
antehm song
let's not have a war

blah blah
blah blah
let's have war no more.

blah blah blah
blah blah
anthem song
ancient cause
let's not have a war
I really mean it
he really means it.

The Zapp ppa voice over quality
doesn't take away from the song
this is a live performance,
he's got it going on.
He doesn't need to take it to be baudy
the bedroom or to say . . . 
here we are togther so 
lay lady lay

Its not that we mean blah blah
in disrespect to the ones
who let out the blah blah call
that many then condemn
we mean blah blah, that
imperial we
if you point it out now
I'll say , "oh, not we."
And as if it's hard to understand
what it is that he might mean
he might continue to inquire
who made her the queen?
her him or question mark?
I have no questions for Mark.
No, question mark, that you put at the end of a sentence.

Is there something didactic, some urgent urge of the day
thing that you have to point out now, on this 14th day
of October, oh ye blogger, ranter, quick typest?

Yes:
Let's not have a War!

Scrared, are yeee?
No not
ye yar
no not
ye yar
yar wrong to say ye yar.
No not
ye yar
no not
ye yar
no not
yar wrong to say ye yar
no not
ya yar
ya yar
no not
Scared?
Nuclear
War?
Scared
Declared
not scared

Rock and Roll wins the Peace Prize
Praise the Lord for all Alive!

Rock and Roll takes the cake
praise the lord for all who bake?
But isn't too much sugar a cause
of obesity?

Oh you PC fool
Praise the lord for all who druell
And just for people in general, really, right?

Rock and Roll
and electric guitars
tries to let us 
here the stars

You don't mean stars of stage and screen?
why you so interested in what I mean?
Believe me no one is
then why you here?
what gives.

The banter of constant
self deprication
ends with a thud and a call
once again, at
the end of the rant
what was trying to be lyrics to a song
that admitedly, within the lyrics
confesses
that no one should ever sing this song
except perhaps as
some literary example
of how not to behave
in a real world situation
and take it to the graveyard of a Dicken's novel
quality
Christmas Angels of the long ago
come to you and dance within the snow
of a snow globe that you are lucky enough to have
it hovers nearby
in your room
above the big trees and far away lawns of the well manacured landscape
horizons of rooftops and quant buildings
where happy people live.
No back story.

Cause at Christmas
everyone is happy
they've stilled their rage
They've stilled their rage
if they had any
they've stilled the rage
and turned the page.

The poem ends at the end clearly
a 'bad poem' now, 
words don't rhyme
no particular rythume to anything
not suitible for performance at a grade school
not going to be given a mention at the scholarly meeting . . . 

He finishes.
It's done now
the people have to help themselves.
The only way to rule is to let the people rule themsleves.
If you need to 'impose rule' you've already failed as leaders.
Perhaps negotiations are in order.
Ask those who you think need rule and ask them what the rules are.
Or just watch, and figure it out.
The world figures out the way it works and a lot of that
happens 
without the imposition of the urge of the day governance
and on message pukes
(like this blogger?)
blah . . . 

let's not have a war.

Unmongering
I hate your ugly new word
Unmongering
a word that's too absurd
unmongering
think of a better phrase
unmongering
being a word smith rarly pays
because you don't know the business?

 
 ewe ah
 it's a due dang diggy
 I know
 I know
 I know 
 I know
 
 

how about an excerpt?

Blah . . . 

Be your own Nememsis

Instead of trying to attack and destroy the people who you imagine have deep held fallacies that you loath, do that to yourself and attack the fallacy that you ahve the right or obligation to do such an attack on some other person. Be your own worst enemy in the sense that when you deserve to loose the debate, your own best interests will kick in and demand that you adhere to truth and reject fallacy and thus loose, in one sense, but win a much better future in every other sense. Be your own nemesis and demand that you adhere to the values that matter, and give truth and only truth as testimony with in the courts of great importance.

But even that inner skeptic needs his voice tamed. Sometimes overthinking things results in mission failure. Sometimes it really is time to launch and hesitation is mission failure. With some things, like nuclear weapons, any launch or use, or even testing or development of them is mission failure. It is societal failure of the gravest kind. The use of these devices is well known to be taboo. Even discussin their use or none use, like this here, can only be presented by the friendliest of expectations.

Replace Your Own Bad ideas

Instead of trying to replace the bad ideas of your readers for some fowl paid-for message, and being a shill, replace your own fallacies with truth and be of the future.

Sept 19, 2016

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If I could write 
show tunes
in the past
everyone would be coming home.

Or hollywood songs
everyone's singing along
and Dorothy's smoking a bone
No she didn't
Dorothy
come on home
she's tripping, Boo
no she isn't

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too much too fast
might be a bringdown
and cause a crash
don't linger on the failures of the past

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  All that I ask
  in this 54 year old song
  is that you be
  your own
  unmongering . . .
  
  isn't that rather a lot to ask for?
  
  
 
 
 All that I ask
 in yet another verse
 is that you can be kinder
 when you converse
 
 I'm not pulling any punches.
 
 
 
 
 
 All that I ask
 is let her get away
 she'd rather be free
 even if not with me.
 
 She's not your girl
 
 
 She's not your girl
 you can't call her that
 and if you do
 you'll have a spat
 she'll call you out
 she won't need to shout
 so don't you start
 Don't try to bruise her heart.
 
 She's not your girl
 She won't dance with you
 there's no talking about it
 or getting through
 she's already betrothed
 by what her father owed
 she's not for you
 not your dream come true.
 
 And if you call her a girl
 she'll call you out
 and make you explain,
 she's not going to shout
 she's be calm, without passion
 not dining and dashing
 she never means harm
 she's not down on that farm
 And if you call her a girl
 or say she's your baby
 she'll call you out
 and well, then, just maybe
 you'll be hearing it then
 the sound of her Zen
 She can't be your girl
 but she will be your friend.
 
 She'll be speaking really kind
 just speaking her mind
 explain about her fiancee
 and the expectation of the wedding day
 and if you can come
 she might just know someone . . . 
 who won't be your girl
 but she might be your friend.
 
 And if you call her a girl
 she'll be starting that whirl
 she'll gall you right out
 whe won't need to shout
 She'll dancing you along
 the scene will be grand and long
 she can't be your girl
 but she still be your friend
 and her beau will be jealous
 but that won't be the end
 not the end of you
 because he'll be your friend too.
 
 Nations 
 Nations
 dancing
 if you can't be married to me
 and I can't be married to you
 that doesn't mean that we have to fight
 we really don't need to
 
 Nations
 dancing
 doing the lovers dance
 if you can't be married to me
 then I can still 
 take a chance
 with somebody else
 and that will be how we contend
 but there is one thing, the respect 
 need not end
 let's part ways,
 or so they say,
 and bless you through all days,
 and when people owe, they usually pay.
 
 
 If the poet is too aware
 that the manic movement is upon him
 he shunts the crazy rantings
 and deletes when he shouldn't delete
 imagining someone taking offense
 to his automatica of writing
 just phrases, burning off hours,
 wishing for better outcomes,
 writing a better story:
 
 
 
 
 
 
 The more I delete,
 the less I repeat
 content is not that hard
 but it's not easy either.
 
 Think of all the thoughts
 that you can't ever have
 and post all of those.
 
 
 
 Trip trap
 da dant da da
 trip trap
 take it back
 trip trap
 da dant da da
 trip trap
 da da dant
 
 Trip trap
 da dant da da
 trip trap
 take it back
 trip trap
 da dant da da
 words aren't made of stone.
 
 Trip trap
 da dant da da
 trip trap
 dant da da
 trip trap
 da dant da da
 trip trap
 dant da da
 
 
 

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changing it now.

     oh those arbitrary frames!
      spinning, but not this line.
     
spin me a yarn neon
spin me a yarn neon
spin me every where but not here!
here is a fresh link, a new path to some older content:
   photo pile!
   
 

 
 Let's write this year
 where we don't have a war
 ewe ahh ewe ahh ewe ahh
 
 Let's write our story
 where we don't have a war
 ewe ahh ewe ahh ewe ahh
 
 Let's write the story
 where nations stay friends
 ewe ahh ewe ahh ewe ahh

 Let's write our story
 where we don't have a war
 ewe ahh ewe ahh ewe ahh
 
  

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Political and Media Inanity

Kafka wrote comedy. Orwell was a pessimist. Depends who you ask.

Truck-u-later

in this column Truck-u-later steps in deeper . . .

Ahhh, I got . . . nothing

Maybe I should put that last paragraph as a quote, though I don't know who I'm quoting. It gotta be a famous line from . . . ? Hollywood? Ahhh, I got . . . nothing. I'm just mimicing what I find humorous.

You got a problem with that? OK, that's another famous line.

The election will soon be over and the problems of the world will mostly be the same.

Oct 10, 2016

Billion dollar ideas? They are all around us!

Delete Kruft.

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   the        the        the
   Lord       Lord       Lord
  for his    for his    for his
 unfailing  unfailing  unfailing
   love!      love!      love!


the poet won the prize for literature!

  well, nothing more here today.