Friday Morning (When I can muster it) Poetry!
Well, my jimbies, it's the last Friday of the bewitching month, so I thought I'd try for one more scary poem. Here goes.
Furnace
My journey ends at
A dim cave a-flicker
With flames that are seeking me
Brightly and fierce.
Then as I enter
A chatter arises-
By harsh, jarring mockery
My skull is pierced.
Glowing heads cackle
Surrounding me, crying
"The Furnace! The Furnace is
Calling for thee!"
I must surrender
And follow their gestures
The glowing maw pulses with
Hatred for me.
Skinless hands herd me,
And cut me and slash me
And probe for what's left of
My fear-wasted soul.
"Want it! We want it!"
And I acquiesce to
Their cries, to their hunger, their
Needs, black as coal.
Cold fingers pluck it
From out of my breast and
I never foresaw what pain
My sins would shed.
Dark were my deeds and
Yet darker my ending.
Now stained, by my blood, are the
Hands of the dead.
Empty and icy
My body is dying,
My cold dormant chest is
Now fit for the fire.
I see no more but
The flames that engulf me,
No protest have I 'gainst this
Funeral pyre.
Well. My feeble attempts at spooky poetry can now be brought to a close.
Happy Halloween everyone!
"It breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops."
-A. Bartlett Giamatti
Raise one to the Sox, Champions of Baseball.
you gotta stay real...
hey, weren't we talking about gary awhile back? well, his new website is at www.missionman.net. i found this out from my brother joe, who picked up a pizza at papa john's and ran into gary. he called me all sweaty-breathed and told me that gary was "going on tour". first stop: st. louis.
so put down the pen, pick up the mic, join the street team, and sign that guestbook! gary's info superhighway resource is back and better than ever, gents. is there a god? i don't know. but if gary continues rocking the jams, we can guestimate the answer is... maybe.
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hello jackbloggers. what are you doing for halloween? dressing up? send me your photos.
also, make your plans to come home to jackbarn for new years eve. the place to be is in dc. hopefully we'll be bringing in a new pres. with the new year. see you here.
MAN YOOOO!!!!!
For you sorry Boston fans, here's something to be really happy about. United beat Arseanal 2-0 this beautiful, beautiful Sunday, ending their 49 match unbeaten streak. I'm so happy that the cheating, sniveling, Red Sox could win the series, and this would still be a good week.
GLORY, GLORY, MAN UNITED!
Nice purse, Gayrod.
ok,
don't watch
this when there's a meeting going on in the same room like i did. but watch it.
REJOICE! REJOICE!
The Evil Empire is thrown down! Dancing and joy in the streets of Boston for all the people of good faith!
The Yankees are defeated! In the frosty chill of October the bespoiled soil of the Bronx bore witness to the defeat of the foul, cheating Yankees!
(And in humiliating fashion, no less!)
Join me friends! Join me and throw your belief behind the mighty Carmine-Hosed Warriors of Boston!
YES!!!
what's up with new year's this year? i've been hearing all kinds of shit from many different people, so i thought i'd throw it out on the jackbarn to see how everyone is feeling.
urgent!
this is a high priority request for any and all ascii art you may have at your disposal, no matter how crude or glorious. take it back to tlcnet.
also: who wants to start old skool MUDing?
US to Britain: "If you want to have a meaningful election in your crappy little island full of shitty food and yellow teeth, then maybe you should try not to sell your sovereignty out to Brussels and Berlin, dipshit. Oh, yeah - and brush your goddamned teeth, you filthy animals."
ok, i know i've already reached my quota of worthless political garbage for the week. but i can't help it.
this shit is golden.
if you're smart you probably don't watch "crossfire" very often. but if you missed last friday's show where jon stewart was the guest, you missed something a little bit special. it's one thing just to make fun of tucker carlson's bowtie. it's another, more precious thing to call him a 'dick' on his own show, etc. you could see the last 3/4 of
this transcript if you've got nothing else to do.
Resident Evil 2
Oh man. The comedy never stops over here. A friend of mine who works for capcom just told me that he is the voice of a character named "HUNK" in the video game 'resident evil 2.' granted i know nothing about this game or this character but i can't help but laugh when the guy people refer to as 'porno dave' has somehow been transformed into 'hunk' via the videogame world.
Labels: nerdcore
there may be a ray of light... Marcus and I went up to cincistanky this afternoon to get out the vote. To anyone with free time on their hands, I highly recommend it. No one we spoke with needed to be swayed by two scrawny white boys in tattered hoodies. They are all voting Kerry. Tight. But, there are at least two people in Precinct 7 who wouldn't have voted at all had we not stopped by and given them the address of their polling place. That feels pretty good. And, according to Elanor, the Louisville native who's been living in Cincy and working full time on the campaign, the Dems are optimistic about their chances in Hamilton County. Based on their numbers, they've convinced more undecideds to vote Kerry this year. Of course, we can't be certain about the success of their idiot Republican counterparts, but maybe... Just maybe, all you Buckeyes can pull it off. You got 2 weeks. Do something.
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election talk, continued
seriously - where do we meet to start digging if g-dubs wins? together, we shall find a better land beneath the crusts. who's with me? i can get some good deals on shovels with my government discount. once we get a tentative list together, we can start with the logistics, i.e. location of dig, ideas for constitution, name, of new underground utopia. this is going to be huge.
Failure
Well, my Lords and Ladies, I'm deep in sorrow. There will be no FMP today! I've tried, lord knows I've tried, but i've got nothing. There just ain't nothing there today for poetry.
Sorry. But, since it's Friday, and we all still need scary, or at least morose, poetry, I thought I'd post something from the man himself, Mr. Edgar Allen Poe. I'm going out on a limb here with a poem I had never read before today, so give it a try.
The Conqueror Worm
by Edgar Allen Poe
Lo! 'tis a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly-
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
Invisible Woe!
That motley drama- oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore,
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!- it writhes!- with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out- out are the lights- out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, "Man,"
And its hero the Conqueror Worm.
-1843
He's the man.
and while we're at it, check out
this badboy.
for a good time, check out the
steamy bill o'reilly files
hey, listen: i know i'm about 15 years late on this, but i've been listening to bel biv devoe like a motherfucker lately. i got this tape in my crate and i've been rocking out to it, and also i downloaded "poison" and that song is slick! "never trust a big butt and a smile" -- so true!
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okay folks. those who know about voting and shit...
it looks like i have missed the deadline for absentee ballot registration, etc. so im not voting this year. granted, i haven't ever voted before but i had planned on actually registering this year and everything. i didn't. some expats and i were talking about this and they basically told me i'm an asshole for not voting because 'every vote counts.' my argument was pretty simple: look at the last election. my vote doesn't matter at all really. they disagree.
SO...my question for you is: does one vote really matter? do i just not understand how voting in america works at all? i was pretty sure that the popular vote doesn't account for anything important and is just somewhat of a silly process people go through to feel like they can 'make a difference' in politics. please explain this to me if i am wrong. i really don't get it.
well, juan rincon just screwed the twins with that pitch he just hung right over the plate. now, he's bashing his against the dugout wall. but, the real intriguing story here is the announcer(tim mccarver maybe) suggesting that a 'cone of silence has descended upon the stadium' as a three run homer splashed down in some poor sod's beer. excuse me?
a cone of silence? i believe we have a closeted d's roller all up in the fox organization. what kind of character do you think he rolls? a retired athelete, living a life steeped in tradition, rules, and meticulous record keeping and statistical analysis. also, i hate derek jeter's face. i can't stand looking at him up there in the batter's box. it makes me cringe.
Friday Sometime Poetry!
Hello lads and ladies. Continuing our bewitching month theme, here's more (hopefully) spooky October poetry for you!
In Chasing
I'm chasing fawns
'Cross reckless dawns
Where rising Suns bleed wet and red.
Go scamper North
On forth toward ragged graying forests
Rank with dead.
Step thicket through
So slick with dew,
Seep damp and chill in bones to creak.
This forest old
Grows cold and withers while I watch, with
Palling reek.
Before my eyes
My fawn, my prize
Had entered in the forest, fell.
No sight to see
Left she. No clue, no warmth, no sign of
Life to tell.
Lone silence lies
And pokes and pries
To wrench my fluttered heart from out
My hollow chest.
"Go! Lest it's hopeless horror sought!" the
Forest shouts
And closing in
A crooked grin
Of wizened bark and gnarled limb.
Swift, bind me tight
The night that falls upon my mind is
Stark and grim.
But left therein
Remains a din
Confusion, voices, pain, regret-
A fleeting flash,
Her dash, her flight from me, her warmth, I
Can't forget.
So clutch and hold
The mem'ry told
Within my mind of loss and hurt-
For it remains
Life's grain, not death, not suffocation,
Breathing dirt.
Ice stings my toes
A newfound woe-
The mealy dirt enfolds my leg.
And down I sink
The brink comes on and hollow winds laugh
While I beg.
Then all else flees
On smoky breeze
Like acrid poison from my mind.
And only dark,
No spark, no beacon left to me, no
Light to find.
Go Sox!
things to do during a typhoon:
ok folks. typhoon #22 of the year is fast approaching and this one, it turns out, is actually going to smash into the kanto plain tomorrow morning about 9 am. this means that i will most likely be spending my saturday inside waiting for the weather to clear. give me some advice on what i should do to kill the time tomorrow.
holy shit! my step-dad, now that he's retired and has nothing much better to do, has been working overtime for the democratic party in butler county. i guess he's been walking around oxford, hounding people to sign up to vote, and its been working.
he told me today that on the last day of registration the other, 5000 people came in to register in butler county! that seems totally unreal to me, but that's what he said. also, apparently in swing states all over the country there has been a 250% increase in democractic voters.
sounds good to me.
which candidate is more metrosexual?
what would we do without
fair and balanced news up in here?
hot damn, gents! did you see that debate last night? it actually got me excited to vote for kerry, something i had planned to do just as default. but he wiped the floor with bush, calling him out repeatedly and keeping bush on the defensive. kerry was effective and looked in control; bush looked weak, tired, scared, and stumbled, having little to say other than several repetitions: "kerry flip-flops", "you need to be strong", "its hard work", etc.
i'm happy about how all that turned out. i was cynical at the start, but surprised by how pleased i was at the end. i checked out several sites, and even gopusa and other right wing fucks had to concede, if begrudgingly. fuck, even joe scarborough said kerry kicked ass:
“As far as the debate goes, I don't see how anybody could look at this debate and not score this a very clear win on points for John Kerry."
ok. check these things out:
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scroll down to see some flip-flops of bush's
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examples of bush's failure in "acknowledging reality"
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some video of the debates
