Men Who Hate Women
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Men Who Hate Women
They are wannabe women. They long for and hate a woman's body. Some even try to be gay, but they are not really. They don't love men, because they can't love anyone. Gertrude Stein spoke the truth about them to Hemmingway.
When they manage to pop my little bubble of peace, I take a deep breath, I think of the beauty I have seen, grab me a new chunk of bubble gum and go back to work
Or as US Grant said when The Prussian General showed him an impregnable fortress and asked Grant how he would take it. Grant said "I would go around it and say it was mine." You can own them anytime, but why bother.
When they manage to pop my little bubble of peace, I take a deep breath, I think of the beauty I have seen, grab me a new chunk of bubble gum and go back to work
Or as US Grant said when The Prussian General showed him an impregnable fortress and asked Grant how he would take it. Grant said "I would go around it and say it was mine." You can own them anytime, but why bother.
I like women a lot, I must confess.
I am a nurse. It took me quite a few years to adjust to working with women. I had a lot of conflicts for a while.
Finally I learned somehow, the growing that happened.
I remember one misogynist fellow I knew out in California, when I was down and out. He was expressively against women.
I don't understand your literary references, tho, poor me.
Gertrude Stein is a painting by Picasso and Hemmingway is an unfinished book in the Spanish Civil War.
Don't see a woman as an "impregnable" fortress either.
Sometimes ya can't see the forest for the trees.
I gave up trying and a woman friend came along.
Romance blossomed.
Bubbles of peace and positive solitude popping.
I am a nurse. It took me quite a few years to adjust to working with women. I had a lot of conflicts for a while.
Finally I learned somehow, the growing that happened.
I remember one misogynist fellow I knew out in California, when I was down and out. He was expressively against women.
I don't understand your literary references, tho, poor me.
Gertrude Stein is a painting by Picasso and Hemmingway is an unfinished book in the Spanish Civil War.
Don't see a woman as an "impregnable" fortress either.
Sometimes ya can't see the forest for the trees.
I gave up trying and a woman friend came along.
Romance blossomed.
Bubbles of peace and positive solitude popping.
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Gertrude Stein
Conversation in A Moveable Feast, she lectures him about homosexuality.
The fortress is not a woman, it is about power. German mentality build this fortress and they can dominate from it. Grant saw he could just go around it and isolate them, let dominate themselves until they starved.
Thinking about my student driver looking down at his mother laying on the floor. This all over a 99 cent piece of baloney.
"Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison ofthis earth"
I tell jimboloco I may sound like I am looking for love here but I ain't. I did that once and I got the egg in my beard, the custard pie in my eyes and the brokien heart. But every once in a while i sneak over to her website to peak at her face. It cuts me like a knife. Sometimes I think I would like live until I am ninety just to see what she is like when she hits her stride in her fifties.
These conversations with women at work, reminds me of how the slaves spoke among themselves when their masters were listening.
The forest is ripped of from SooZen
http://soozenlee.blogspot.com/2004/10/r ... nfest.html Ruidoso, I have crossed over there so many times, so beautiful, so fearful, the weather changes from heart beat to heart beat.
Jimboloco I lack the imagination to make up characters to write fiction. Just trying to cash in on my family.
drive on drive on
dont mean nothin
Conversation in A Moveable Feast, she lectures him about homosexuality.
The fortress is not a woman, it is about power. German mentality build this fortress and they can dominate from it. Grant saw he could just go around it and isolate them, let dominate themselves until they starved.
Thinking about my student driver looking down at his mother laying on the floor. This all over a 99 cent piece of baloney.
"Naked and alone we came into exile. In her dark womb we did not know our mother's face; from the prison of her flesh have we come into the unspeakable and incommunicable prison ofthis earth"
Homeboy said, don't try do it.I gave up trying and a woman friend came along.
I tell jimboloco I may sound like I am looking for love here but I ain't. I did that once and I got the egg in my beard, the custard pie in my eyes and the brokien heart. But every once in a while i sneak over to her website to peak at her face. It cuts me like a knife. Sometimes I think I would like live until I am ninety just to see what she is like when she hits her stride in her fifties.
These conversations with women at work, reminds me of how the slaves spoke among themselves when their masters were listening.
The forest is ripped of from SooZen
http://soozenlee.blogspot.com/2004/10/r ... nfest.html Ruidoso, I have crossed over there so many times, so beautiful, so fearful, the weather changes from heart beat to heart beat.
Jimboloco I lack the imagination to make up characters to write fiction. Just trying to cash in on my family.
drive on drive on
dont mean nothin
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what the hell did I say
I have no imagination
my student driver knoows him as "raisin toast dark, decaff"
He becons me over to sit by him and talk
He has on a hat that says "Silver Star"
He has the yellow shield with the black horsey
1st Cav?
He tells me of his woes at the VA hospital, something is wrong with his face, maybe a wound, maybe surgery, looks like he lost piece of his jaw, how many weeks laying in a hospital somewhere. Last year it came out that the VA was charging wounded veterans from Irate seven dollars and fifty cents a day for their meals. But whoops sorry boys we going to fix that little glitch, from now on free meals, money for college, lots of money for your folks if you come home a dead hero, hey they are volunteers not draftees right, so suck it up, this Pax Americana is a pox on americans, pre-emptive wars, did I ever have a point when I started this rant or did just lose it.
I don't know what i am doing here just scribbling
who wants to read my tripe
keep in touch jim please
I have had all the text based communication I can stand for a while
I have no imagination
my student driver knoows him as "raisin toast dark, decaff"
He becons me over to sit by him and talk
He has on a hat that says "Silver Star"
He has the yellow shield with the black horsey
1st Cav?
He tells me of his woes at the VA hospital, something is wrong with his face, maybe a wound, maybe surgery, looks like he lost piece of his jaw, how many weeks laying in a hospital somewhere. Last year it came out that the VA was charging wounded veterans from Irate seven dollars and fifty cents a day for their meals. But whoops sorry boys we going to fix that little glitch, from now on free meals, money for college, lots of money for your folks if you come home a dead hero, hey they are volunteers not draftees right, so suck it up, this Pax Americana is a pox on americans, pre-emptive wars, did I ever have a point when I started this rant or did just lose it.
I don't know what i am doing here just scribbling
who wants to read my tripe
keep in touch jim please
I have had all the text based communication I can stand for a while
See whhat happens in the midle of these rants something gets put in there that is so right on.But whoops sorry boys we going to fix that little glitch, from now on free meals, money for college, lots of money for your folks if you come home a dead hero, hey they are volunteers not draftees right, so suck it up, this Pax Americana is a pox on americans, pre-emptive wars,
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still trucking, still smoking, sitll say adios for a while, at first I came back to see if you had sent me any PM's today, and from there it was a slippery silicon slope.
Poet Eye was right on to,
listened to Ted Kennedy telling it like it is, like they are kind of making it up as they go, well, no sense crying over spilt milk. You know what jimbo I forgot what the bardo string we are on, feels like poetry and politics let me try for some posey
nope not a dam word of it jim,
but I don't see how my self destructive behavior is going to help the world situation which always seems to be desperate. That exchange Knip about Shake Hands With The Devil, I get anymore bummed about it I may have to start going to Meetings
so am I still ranting?
, going to try one more time to sit on my hands and chill out on haiku, drop me a ku sometimes.
Poet Eye was right on to,
listened to Ted Kennedy telling it like it is, like they are kind of making it up as they go, well, no sense crying over spilt milk. You know what jimbo I forgot what the bardo string we are on, feels like poetry and politics let me try for some posey
nope not a dam word of it jim,
but I don't see how my self destructive behavior is going to help the world situation which always seems to be desperate. That exchange Knip about Shake Hands With The Devil, I get anymore bummed about it I may have to start going to Meetings
so am I still ranting?
, going to try one more time to sit on my hands and chill out on haiku, drop me a ku sometimes.
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How many days have I been saying "adios amigo for a while?"trivial?
no way... it is good to see you leaning on a gate, st; gates are openings and beginnings
still say good bye, all ashtray's are smoked, took out the trash, just when I thought I had closed the gate, I found a package of Bugler. no rolling papers, but I got a timy bowl, it could keep me going for days now if I just had some more tomato juice
i forgot to ask permission for the avatar
would you mind if I used this for an avatar for a while. ??
shucks
sheepish
good old rollin tobacco
buglers
kite menthol
borkum riff
even bull durham
mercy
livin in th woods on th san lorenzo river
fifty bucks food stamps a month
had to stretch it out
a quarter for an apple
a big #10 can of coffee
plus scrounging in the salad bowl
the dumpster out in back of albertsons
bent cans of veggies and produce we'd wash in the river and boil
left over change for rolling tobacco
plus mailobox at 5 bucks a month
an occasional ice cream to feel civilized
cowboy coffee
grounds in the can
fill with water
cook over fire until
water rolls
let it settle
best coffee west of th pecos.
all that shit
water under the bridge
yet
what has emerged from this
bruised and fatigued,
is better respect and kindness.
hopefully we will continue to have this ongoing.
studio eight
i mean i am a coomplete fuckup
but i don't insult anybody
not when i can imagine other possibilities than war.
what was this thing about the bardo?
it seems a different conception of life after death than either heavon, hell, purgatopry, as the european christian mmodel has it.
I mean, St Peter ain't gonna be at th pearly gates for the unchosen, man
The bardo intuitively to me is a place where deep consciousness abides in ethereal essence, like back into the stream after the waterfall
organic and mineral.
sheepish
good old rollin tobacco
buglers
kite menthol
borkum riff
even bull durham
mercy
livin in th woods on th san lorenzo river
fifty bucks food stamps a month
had to stretch it out
a quarter for an apple
a big #10 can of coffee
plus scrounging in the salad bowl
the dumpster out in back of albertsons
bent cans of veggies and produce we'd wash in the river and boil
left over change for rolling tobacco
plus mailobox at 5 bucks a month
an occasional ice cream to feel civilized
cowboy coffee
grounds in the can
fill with water
cook over fire until
water rolls
let it settle
best coffee west of th pecos.
all that shit
water under the bridge
yet
what has emerged from this
bruised and fatigued,
is better respect and kindness.
hopefully we will continue to have this ongoing.
studio eight
i mean i am a coomplete fuckup
but i don't insult anybody
not when i can imagine other possibilities than war.
what was this thing about the bardo?
it seems a different conception of life after death than either heavon, hell, purgatopry, as the european christian mmodel has it.
I mean, St Peter ain't gonna be at th pearly gates for the unchosen, man
The bardo intuitively to me is a place where deep consciousness abides in ethereal essence, like back into the stream after the waterfall
organic and mineral.
[color=darkcyan]i'm on a survival mission
yo ho ho an a bottle of rum om[/color]
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behind the waterfall in the deep consciousness where we dream our heavens (and/or) hellsThe bardo intuitively to me is a place where deep consciousness abides in ethereal essence, like back into the stream after the waterfall
organic and mineral.
half a Jew but
the wrong half
I know his mother well
gender confused
maybe you do have to choose
he got a tattoo
proud to be a Jew
swastika with a red circle with a red line crossed thru it
he says if he goes to prison he will be a bitch
trying so hard to be a man
the only thing holding it together is the protestant work ethic
and Freud said the best we can do is make unconscious misery conscious.
I want him to be a valuable man, whatever gender he choosesnot live out some unconscious nightmare
but wanting something for him is just my desire, I do not want my desire to be his suffering
so now I have balanced the books like einstein's equations
I do/ I do not
I can only speak of my own suffering and desire.
HAMLET
A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
A monologue from the play by William Shakespeare
HAMLET: To be, or not to be--that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And by opposing end them. To die, to sleep--
No more--and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to. 'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep--
To sleep--perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. -- Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
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