Sad we have to work so hard to keep the GOP and now even some Bush Democrats from tearing up the Constitution. They’ll be pretending to care tomorrow about this country when they celebrate July 4th but we know it’s really about capitulation to corporate crimes and treason by the Bush Administration.
See what Russ Feingold has to say. He’s one of the few true Progressives in Congress:
I think back to tall buildings
wandering through the labyrinthine Bamberg streets
sandkerva
fischerhof
tonight it’s particularly strong
the sense of being in many places at the same time,
through many times
seems
palpable
beyond that
the lights off in the distance and the unbrdiled sense the world was finally
waking up from history
somewhere between 1988 and 1991, I ran across your path in European splendor
maybe it was Bahnhof
or a cafe
or a bierkeller
somewhere
sometime,
we crossed paths
Out there it the lounge blue nights
which I now look for here in the Bay
Left Coast and sometimes Left out.
Sadly our little commune of time and distance doesn’t quite cut it
“A mirage will not take away your thirst.”
Thank you George Carlin (1937-2008).
At times I wonder whether I enjoy creating blogs more than actually putting them to use. My writings of late haven’t been copious, that’s for sure. No doubt a HUGE part of this is just that nagging feeling that the WRONG people, or shall I say, entities/governments that have by now developed profiling techniques to round-up all of us for one thing or another, are also accessing everyones’ blogs, sorting and sifting. It’s selective enforcement at its worst; laws applied only when they ‘need something on you.’
But I think this also applies in other fields. I sometimes enjoy making radios more than I like operating on the air. And this definitely flips too.
Returned from Tucson on Sunday evening. My siter Julie graduated from the University of Arizona, Tucson from the French Department. I was only down there three days but had a blast catching up with my family there. For once I didn’t pack like a diva.
like a pebble cast into the calm pond
ripple
across the surface
tension
in rhythm
resonance
Smog hovers above the Bay this morning.
As I approached our old place on Arlington,
I remembered I hadn’t put the dogs’ water bowl out for them.
Turn around
Hey at least i get to see what this part of the ride is like in the daylight.
Not bad!
Hills off to the East, and actually, all around.
Back to the smog.
You could really only see it as you rounded past San Pablo Dam Road.
At first it looked like a giant grey nebulous ghost of a toad.
Floating over San Pablo.
By time I got back up and over,
the toad had morphed
into a blanket of doom, spread across the Bay like a death veil.
Off in the distance, you could see it was the Chevron plant in Richmond churning it out.
Even in the middle of Lefty Mecca we have need for the devil’s brew of gas and oil.
Let our kids die on foreign soil
to protect our right to wreck and spoil
the planet
your back yard
doesn’t it seem like a state of distress?
Why the triangulation?
why the complication?
Things have really slipped
we’re losing our nation
but not of you’ve got YOUR imagination
of what this world could be like
if we only cared.
kid deluxe in a breathing exercise turns and asks
‘what is the present phase of the moon?’
bemused, I say ‘from which part of the Universe?’
All the same, the idea has been planted
a while back
when the wind was cold
and persistent
on each side of the temple are two dogs
their names: Fear and Doubt
remember this, again