Saturday, November 20, 2010
BAKIN' LOVE: Sufjan Stevens on Jimmy Fallon. Perfect.
BAKIN' LOVE: Sufjan Stevens on Jimmy Fallon. Perfect.: "Watch in full screen only. I need to become one of those backup dancers. Voice lesson time."
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
X poem from X
Deep Water Horizon, Memorial Day, 2010
To me [belongeth] vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in [due] time: for the day of their calamity [is] at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste. -- Deu 32:35 (KJV)
Medea is sitting by her kitchen table, plotting revenge
What shall become of this? Death is a bog, a mire that brings a Tharos near.
Medea considers of all of her fears like spending gravity.They are spilling out of her like the liquid petroleum from the channels of the seain the Gulf of Mexico.
The chorus says:"Flow back holy river of oil, whether it be unnatural to be reversed.does not matter--what matters is that it be first, and then we harvest these insolent japeriesfrom the men that caused the fraud, those that argue they will produce the desired results.
“Their casuistry is naked, and deepens the jeering.”Medea is thinking: “The oil companies have sent us poisoned robes, It is what I would have done to them had there been time. but instead we pray for their protection, like foolish ants.“
I shall do evil to those who have done this, and then pray that the changes upon the land and water shall guided by the hand of Providence.
“Now must it be undone, on top of it all, again! I trust that our destiny is true and vengeance has no vision for me any longer. “
"I am beaten and have trusted in fools. My bondage has been know for decades. I have not listened to Cassandra and can find the will of Zeus on my own."
Medea then got in her car and drove away. She did not stop at the bakery inside the organic market for her daily baguette, the one she would bring home and serve promptly for lunch.
The clouds has come down low against the mountain range. She was thousands of miles from
To me [belongeth] vengeance, and recompence; their foot shall slide in [due] time: for the day of their calamity [is] at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste. -- Deu 32:35 (KJV)
Medea is sitting by her kitchen table, plotting revenge
What shall become of this? Death is a bog, a mire that brings a Tharos near.
Medea considers of all of her fears like spending gravity.They are spilling out of her like the liquid petroleum from the channels of the seain the Gulf of Mexico.
The chorus says:"Flow back holy river of oil, whether it be unnatural to be reversed.does not matter--what matters is that it be first, and then we harvest these insolent japeriesfrom the men that caused the fraud, those that argue they will produce the desired results.
“Their casuistry is naked, and deepens the jeering.”Medea is thinking: “The oil companies have sent us poisoned robes, It is what I would have done to them had there been time. but instead we pray for their protection, like foolish ants.“
I shall do evil to those who have done this, and then pray that the changes upon the land and water shall guided by the hand of Providence.
“Now must it be undone, on top of it all, again! I trust that our destiny is true and vengeance has no vision for me any longer. “
"I am beaten and have trusted in fools. My bondage has been know for decades. I have not listened to Cassandra and can find the will of Zeus on my own."
Medea then got in her car and drove away. She did not stop at the bakery inside the organic market for her daily baguette, the one she would bring home and serve promptly for lunch.
The clouds has come down low against the mountain range. She was thousands of miles from
Saturday, June 5, 2010
New Poems by Luke Warm Water
Hear Blood Boy’s Prayer
Blood boy surmised his culture
and tradition were distant enough
with the building of the new casino
among the ghost fog of
coniferous forest, dense with greed
so he prayed, like never before
to mixed-blood apparitions
teenager knees sunk into wet earth
teenager fingers white knuckle clutched
then separating into upward arms
neck craned, head lifted
skyward poker chips stacked
he cried in forgiveness want
for the great spirit
to finally bring him
a brand new pick-up truck
~LWW 5June2010
Thursday, April 15, 2010
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