Tuesday, June 27, 2006

SURREAL WORLD & THE APOCALYPSE & VERSES FOR THE RAPTURE



FUN FOR THE WHOLE FAMILY KILL ALL THE UNBELIEVERS IT IS YOUR DESTINY & TIME'S RUNNING OUT . A NEW CHRISTIAN COMPUETR GAME OUR ULTIMATE GOAL TO BLOW THEM ALL UP FEMINISTS, LIBERALS, INTELLECTUALS , SCIENTISTS , GAYS & LESBIANS, ADULTERERS & DEVIANTS OF ALL SORTS THAT's WHY GOD GAVE US AK47s
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Anyway the computer game mentioned above is for real kids so get ready to start the Apocalypse - the game is courtesy of LEFT BEHIND INC. A company run by fundamentalists of the Apocalyptic Reconstructionist persuasion or as they call themselves the only true Christians who hate all that faggoty communistic mamby bamby Peace on Earth Love Thy Neighbor shit.


THE NEW THEOCRACY : LET GOD SMITE ALL THE UNBELIEVERS & IF HE DOESN'T WE'LL DO IT !!!
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BUSH AT THE NATIONAL DAY OF PRAYER : TO HELL WITH SEPARATION OF CHURCH & STATE
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Can it get any more surreal than this. Well there’s always that no. 1 with a bullet hit song “ HAJI GIRL “ written & sung by a US Marine the finest the American’s have which is a song about mass murdering IRAQIS since it seems all Iraqis are considered enemies of the United States of America & therefore enemies of the Christian GOD who by the way loves a good massacre . AND GEORGE BUSH IS HIS PROPHET !!!

Anyway here’s why I brought all of you here today which is to say to upset your applecart as it were with some profound yet over-rated verses of mine which I will share whether you like it or not besides no one ever comes here anyhow...

First for those new to this site here is some personal information you may need:

I like to watch movies in a foreign language I do not know without subtitles -

I like listening to songs in a language I do not understand I invent the words I hear -

I read poems like instruction manuals -

I read poems while watching movies & listening to music to drown out the
news of the day -

I only watch the commercials on television ; my television has been preprogrammed for this purpose -

I remove the flowers from my garden & leave only the weeds & then stand back & admire them -

I collect umbrellas for the needy & the fortunate -

I enjoy my migraines as if they were my children -

I insult everyone I meet to keep myself on my toes as it were -

I make words into a stew -

I dream I am sitting at my computer and this is the dream
the dream is this dream
this is the only dream -



SURREALISM REVISITED

Surrealism revisited as part one of a non-series about paranoid mystics concealing themselves in classic ming dynasty blue jars -

Surrealism finds itself if it can -

Surrealism howls at the side- splitting moon -

Surrealism paddles backwards only -

Surrealism backwards paddling only

The moon howls at Surrealism -

Surrealism rejoices in unintelligent design

Surrealism is the antidote

Life is the disease -


surrealism is the key to unlock our delusions -

our delusions are the key to our future -

the future never arrives -

the future runs like an escaped convict -

the present has been kidnapped by undercover agents -

our beliefs stand like statues in the rain -

our beliefs do not know when to come in out of the rain -

our beliefs are the tricks of the Maras -

demons shake their fists at our beliefs -

religion is fast food for our shallow souls -

our souls cower in the dark waiting to be tortured & abused -

our dreams are cowards -

the universe is a mandala designed by some guy three doors down from you -

the universe hangs by a thread -

peace is bloody boring -

war is an aphrodisiac -

humanity is a lie -

culture is the icing on the cake - utterly useless -

flowers in bloom make liars of us all -

the flush toilet is the pinnacle of civilization -

just toss in your culture & flush away -

we are gnats on the dung heap of history -

the dead drag us to our destiny -

we are the slowly rotting dead waiting for the lights to go out -

our death throes last a moment or an eternity -

so rest here a bit you aren’t going anywhere fast -

That ‘s all for now,
See you later & take care
GORD.


THE NEW THEOCRACY : LET GOD SMITE ALL THE UNBELIEVERS & IF HE DOESN'T WE'LL DO IT !!!
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Friday, June 16, 2006

AMERICA IN THE NAME OF TYRANNY & THE IRONY OF HISTORY & MY VERSION OF LA MARSEILLAISE


LADY LIBERTY ! OH SWEET IRONY IN A LAND WHERE TYRANTS RULE
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THE EXECUTION OF THE TYRANT KING LOUIS XVI, ( OR HOW TO DEAL WITH TYRANTS & DESPOTS )
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PAINTING OF THE FALL OF THE BASTILLE , JULY 14, 1789
WERE THEY FREEDOM FIGHTERS , INSURGENTS
OR TERRORISTS ???
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LADY LIBERTY LEADING FRENCH INSURGENTS IN 1830 REVOLUTION; PAINTING BY EUGENE DELACROIX (1798-1863)
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AMERICA'S LEGACY TO HISTORY (NOT IN OUR NAME)
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" There comes an hour when protest no longer suffices: after philosophy there must be action; the strong hand finishes what the idea has planned; Prometheus Bound begins, Aristogeiton completes; the Encylopédie enlightens souls, the 10th of August electrifies them. After Aeschylus, Thrasybulus: after Diderot, Danton. The multitudes have a tendency to accept a master. Their mass deposits apathy. A mob easily totalises itself into obedience. Men must be aroused, pushed, shocked by the very benefits of their deliverance, their eyes wounded with the truth, light thrown them in terrible handfuls.

An enormous fortress of prejudices, or privileges, of superstitions, of lies, of exactions, of abuses, of violence, of iniquity, of darkness, is still standing upon the world with its towers of hatred. It must be thrown down. This monstrous pile must be made to fall. To conquer at Austerlitz is grand; to take the Bastille is immense. "

Les Miserables, Saint Denis, Book Thirteenth, Chapter III
Victor Hugo 1802-1885


Anyway I was listening to the French National anthem "La Marseillaise" which I do everyday sung by Edith Piaf & a version by Charles Aznovar & I began toying with the idea of playing around with the lyrics to better represent the troubling & farcical times in which we find ourselves . So here are the original lyrics translated into English to be followed by my own unmusical version as it were. Hopefuly the French don't take offence .


LA MARSEILLAISE

Ye sons of France, awake to glory!
Hark! Hark! the people bid you rise!
Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Behold their tears and hear their cries!
Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding,
With hireling hosts a ruffian band
Affright and desolate the land
While peace and liberty lie bleeding?
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On liberty or death.

Oh liberty can man resign thee,
Once having felt thy gen'rous flame?
Can dungeons, bolts, and bar confine thee ?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Or whips thy noble spirit tame?
Too long the world has wept bewailing
That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield;
But freedom is our sword and shield
And all their arts are unavailing.
To arms, to arms, ye brave!
Th'avenging sword unsheathe!
March on, march on, all hearts resolved
On liberty or death.

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NOTE:
Written by Rouget de Lisle, a young officer in the French army
stationed in Strasbourg in 1792. It was played at a patriotic
banquet at Marseilles, and printed copies were given to the
revolutionary forces then marching on Paris. They entered Paris
singing this song, and to it they marched to the Tuileries on
August 10th. Ironically, Rouget de Lisle was himself a royalist
and refused to take the oath of allegiance to the new
constitution. He was imprisoned and barely escaped the
guillotine.

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Unfortunately the ideals presented in those lyrics have rarely been achieved ; if ever.
And so here for your amusement is my less tuneful version of the Marseillaise dedicated to the The New American Empire & its rulers & those countries who rally round the Stars & Stripes to carve up the world & its spoils . Fot its always the same since man began to conquer & plunder since the time of Cain & Able ...



MARCH ON ! MARCH ON !

Arise! Arise !
Chastise all who will not arise
to protect your empire of lies
unsheathe your swords of vengeance
in the name of all that is Holy
march on march on ye sons & daughters of America
to breed mischief o’er all the world
march on march on in the name of tyranny
march on march on for King & country
killing all you despise who will not be melted
into your melting pot who will not bow down
to the one true God in whom you trust
march on march on over a thousand killing fields
smite them all the wretched of the earth
pity not the poor , the orphan & the weak
who are but a burden on the people’s purse
march on march on in the name of Jesus
the avenger of the Good & the Mighty
march on march on for a hundred years of war -

ARISE! ARISE
march on march on til none resist
smite even your friend who refuses to believe
for he too is already dead to you
for he is not among the Twice-Born
march on march on in the name of calvary
march on march on to conquer Arabia
march on march on to Armageddon
March on ! march on ! for the reconquesta
March on ! march on ! to Babylon
fight on til their land is desolate -

Arise ! Arise !
with the Stars & Stripes held high
march on ! march on ! to kill the infidel
march on ! march on ! for you are the blessed
and none shall question your faith
march on ! march on ! for these are the end of days
let not doubt enter your thoughts
like the evil worm in the apple -

Arise ! Arise !
with greed in your eyes
march on ! march on ! to pillage & plunder
as you harden your heart
and build a wall around
as you become as an impenetrable fortress
in a world lost in darkness -

Arise! Arise!
Awake to the Eagles cries
March on ! March On !
To spread freedom for your race
which only deserves God’s Grace
as you smite the teeming masses
who are a mote in God’s eye
ignore their tears & cries
scatter their limbs hither & yon
as they plead for liberty
for their pleas are as tinkling brass
as you make way for the Messiah
to build the celestial city
over the graves of millions -

Arise ! Arise ! for it is your birth-right
to make slaves of them all
to fill your prisons the world round
march on march on to subdue the nations
in the name of the tyrant and his band of ruffians
thieves to a man or woman
march on ! march on ! til the sands run red
with the blood of their soldiers, their wives & children
Rejoice in their deaths
sing songs of jubilation
sing songs unto the Lord
march on ! march on ! with Sword & Cross
singing death to liberty except for the chosen -

SO TAKE CARE,
GORD.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

SURREALIST DOROTHEA TANNING & POEMS GUTTED LIKE DEAD FISH :IMPRISONED & TORTURED


"UBU ROI " 1896 PLAY BY THE FRENCH WRITER ALFRED JARRY (1873-1907) FATHER OF SURREALISM & INTENSE ABSURDIST PLAYS OF SLAPSTICK ART
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PAINTING " FAMILY PORTRAIT " BY AMERICAN SURREALIST DOROTHEA TANNING (1910-?)
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PAINTING " BIRTHDAY " (1942) BY DOROTHEA TANNING
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PAINTING " THE PHILOSOPHERS " BY DOROTHEA TANNING
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PAINTING " EINKLEIN NACHT MUSIKA " (A LITTLE NIGHT MUSIC) BY DOROTHEA TANNING
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PAINTING " DEIDRE " (1940) BY DOROTHEA TANNING
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PAINTING " PALAESTRA " (1947) BY DOROTHEA TANNING
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"Many people find joy in actually doing something the pragmatist would call useless"
Dorothea Tanning

"As for still being here," says Tanning, 91, "I can only apologize." (2002)
Dorothea Tanning

Anyway just thought I would share some of the art work of the Surrealist Dorothea Tanning & a couple of quotes from her.

And a few passing thoughts of my own in the form of a few verses called " POEMS " -

POEMS

poems chained to a professor's desk
poems hanging out on street corners
poems pursued by tracking dogs through woods & swamps
poems stripped naked to titillate to amuse the emptied souls of the inane suburban prisoners
poems gutted like dead fish for the hungry
poems blind-folded standing before a firing-squad
poems castrated by the grand inquisitor
poems tortured by the Secret Police
poems accused of attacking the unintelligible majority
poems questioned about their whereabouts on April 1st 3am
poems dismissed without their pensions
poems beaten senseless by Brown- Shirted Christians
poems at a loss for words
poems shouting non-stop for days
poems sodomized by American soldiers
poems becoming refugees sneaking across borders
poems Guillotined in the public square
poems becoming street beggars
poems sitting on their laurels
poems old & crippled
poems drowning in a sea of indifference
poems their leaves falling off left to wither & die
poems their bellies stuffed with jewels
poems too sick to get out of bed
poems infectious quarantined from the general population
poems too in love with themselves -

poems abandoned by friends & family
poems crushed by mortgage payments
poems driving on the wrong-side of the road
poems used to fertilize our gardens
poems dripping from a full golden moon
poems playing hide & seek among the stars
poems on their knees praying for peace
poems never bowing down to anyone
poems cursing a deaf God
poems aborted before their birth
poems their legs spread giving birth to saints & monsters -

poems in need of a haircut
poems having gone bald
poems drunk on wine
poems left for dead
poems breaking wind
poems walk around on stilts
poems wounded & bleeding -

SO THERE YOU GO,
TAKE CARE,
GORD.

Friday, June 09, 2006

ZOMBIE ARMY TAKES WHITEHOUSE & MAD POETS DREAM LOVE


POSTER OF NEW INSTALLMENT OF RE-ANIMATOR (OR THE INSIDE STORY ON THE BUSH REGIME & IT'S ZOMBIE FOLLOWERS: COMING TO A COUNTRY NEAR YOU ! )
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PAINTING BY MAX ERNST " UBU IMPERATOR"
( GEORGE BUSH EMPEROR OF AMERICA SCOLDING THE MASSES:
WAR IS THE NATURAL HYGIENE )
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As the world turns topsy-turvy as it were ; here is a little poem for these troubled times.

nov. 11, 2005
DREAMING LOVE

I dream love sitting alone
watching the Tzars of the Café Apollinaire
spreading despair & cynicism
spreading hope & revolution -

I dream love walking along the boardwalk
sharing some weed with another lost soul
some sad eyed poet searching for love & beauty
finding only truth stripped of all delusions
walking with some sad eyed young girl still searching
lost in romantic delusions
some sad eyed forty something woman
still dreaming of being an artist
wishing she would take refuge in my arms
but I lack anything of value
being poor in body & spirit
having no answers to offer-

I dream love as I join the Tzars of the café
in heated debates over poetry & art
joking about love & life
armed anarchists disgusted
at all the indifference
tossing bombs into cafés
tossing Molotov cocktails into quiet living rooms
of the tyrants & bureaucrats who stoke the engines of despair
in the name of law & order
in their barbed-wire encircled gated towns
as they lecture the poor about peace & freedom
the peace the ruling class desires
the freedom of the poor to starve
the freedom of the homeless to die in despair
the freedom of the abused child filled with fear
who’s soul withers & dies
telling all these lost souls they are free at last
just don’t raise your voice to complain
justice is only for the deserving few
just pray & keep silent
is what the tyrants say -

I dream love as the old war vets march by
on a cold wet day in November
as they remember the slaughter
in the name of freedom so they say
the poor sent into Hell
for a pack of cigarettes & a crust of bread
but its bred into their bones
to fight & die for some lofty cause
to keep the rich safe in their homes
only to return to toil for tyrants
for scraps from their tables of plenty
so sons of the nation do your duty
to die on foreign soil
& the sons of the rich do their duty
toiling in colleges of ivy for a few years
playing at being students in the fields of Bohemia
while the poor die in Flanders fields
going on the Grand Tour
settling down to a life of greed & power -

SO TAKE CARE,
GORD.