Now! More than ever - 8 Day Miracle Jam

[judih]

why use brains
when ego and pride can stir things up
why use love
when blind misunderstanding has brought us to this!

hang on
dig in
resist change

that's the way to
entrophy

[perezoso]

This is a problem with
connotation:
refer you to the preceding posts,
or political reality Mizz Judih?
brains were made use of
in a few of them--
pacifism is as
as effective as a temperance
society for changing
the barons of fashion
finance or philosophy--

alas bobby dylan is an anachronism

[judih]

ah, perez, you caught me out
i'd been wandering on the net
and had to release my observations

should've told you to duck!

unfortunately, my political reality
wakes me up with a bang
hoping one day to bring a dream smilingly to daylight


judih

(link: not related to jam but related to where i live:
http://www.haaretz.com/hasen/spages/512497.html

[perezoso]

Better a bang than a whimper, eh. Iz cool.
Kibbutz is interesting. Might Judih present
a piece about kibbutz life?
A few hundred cubit from bedouins
and zealots sounds a bit dicey

[judih]

shall piece
i promise
but now i'm off
to reiki my son

operating room
awaits

cheers
and look out for underground tunnels

judih

[stilltrucking]

hang on
dig in
resist change
that's the way to
entrophy

entropy is change

it pleases me to think that I am wrong
that our dear leader is right about everything
and we are hammer down in the fast lane to
a better world
where the trains run on time
with a chicken in every pot



another day another miracle


been sitting here thinking about miracles
the political version
the politics of entropy

I wish your son well

[jimboloco]

don't follow leaders
watch the parking meters
he's got his armor
it's called blinders
keeps the jackass in the road so
he won't get spooked

we need more kibbutzes
tousands of co-ops are well
in Italy neopolitan renaissance
there's a farm in Summertown?
Tennessee Good "N Plenty
run by outlaws.
They made be-ins and love-ins
back in the day now
planting seeds of all kind.

[Arcadia]

olive lands
before the sword and the blood
name the sheol
and its borders
light a candle
and wait

[stilltrucking]

jack ass is a stuborn animal
just like our dear leader
never a doubt
confidence
he did well with security moms

I just don't want to be that sure
it is plain as the nose on my face
left or right or wrong

Rose was born on a kibbutz in New Jersey
circa 1912

words like cinderblocks
I line them up
but where is the sound
no poetry here

I like this.

olive lands
before the sword and the blood
name the sheol
and its borders
light a candle
and wait

yas yas yas
turn back
from the mighty smighty god

in the long run, in the long long run, cosomologicaly speaking
everything is on time on schedule
this is all just a temporary a fleeting hic cup
all is well
I am sure.

[perezoso]

Envision, hepcats, the
Best Little Kibbutz In Tejas!

How Dooo, Comrade:

This here Kibbutz, the
Laredo Nir Zion, produces
some of the finest organically-grown
cabbage this side of the Dead Sea.

After the harvest we get our banjos,
our fishing gear, pack 'em
in the Communal Winnebago and
head above Pueblo, CO for some
R n R

can I hear ya say,
Aaaaa-men,
brothas n sistas

[judih]

if it's got wheels
lets get the show on the road
kibbutz is as good as its members

get a bunch of minds
with guts and fortitude
clear thinkers to map out a plan

get a high quotient of pure compassion
and genuine will to work
and ya got yerself the makings of a start

judih

[hester_prynne]

We need more
deep down clown
discussions,
around,
round tables,
squared to screens,
poetic spys,
scoping
underneath
self proclaimed
hero's clothing,
bulbous, loudnosed
soul die ers,
red lipped lies,
white faced clan,
georgie porgy
pie throwers,
bold faced bullshit,
cheeks ridiculi,
agenda jester's,
walk the sidelines
of the parade,
laugh enforcers,
throwing candy mines,
the little ones,
don't know any better,
they run, and grovel,
for a peace.

[perezoso]

the commune
pictured now, say
some
paddies outside Sac,
depends on lots of
ex-
salesmen
teamsters
maytag men
attorneys
cyber trash
preachers
bums
whores
professors
and other
assorted yankee
scum in denim uniforms
with
a Kalishnakov
at their back:

after a 10 hour day they
pedal home to their
sleeping cubicle
and after a few
harvests
are given
a concubine
by the State

[hester_prynne]

state concubine,
replaces the flower,
power drooled,
and bubbled for years,
before changing that one.
Madame Tex-ass,
earned secretary,
and there's no tellin
what those californy
concs
will do,
for a role.

[perezoso]

Tex was
mildly afraid. He was relaxin' with his
banjo, his pal Bar-be-Q Bob on fiddle
at his still in the hills above the Rio Grande:
his gal Doe Bug was cookin' up some
coon fer din din.
"Dem gook reds don't scare me"
said Tex before hittin' a G chord;
Bar-be-Q Bob then put down his
homemade cyber-fiddle (even out in the
Rio Grande badlands these folks had a Net hookup)
and said "dem e chinamen try to
put me in a rice paddie 'n we'll show
em the Tex-ass Two Step raht 'way."
Doe Bug at the griddle, lookin' mighty fine in her
deer skin mini, agreed:
Fuck those little red sheets!
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