Children, Churches and DaddiesVolume 157, February 22, 2006The Unreligious, Non-Family-Oriented Literary and Art Magazine
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I dont know if you feel safer or not, but after hearing all about how the government can have info on you, and how companies can get info one you, you have to decide where to draw the line. Yeah, you could decide that you want to cut off all electronic communication, but if you go out in public, youd have to stop worrying about the possibility of your image being recorded. We live in a world where one some levels we have to be willing to give up some privacy if we want to function with the modern world. And, well, you can guess my take on the situation, if Im willing to post my editorials in a magazine and have all of my writings and art posted in the Internet, but think of it this way:
You can live in this world and enjoy companies knowing on the Internet what kinds of books or CDs you like to shop for, but these same companies can keep track of your credit cards and your purchasing history. That might allow you to fall into unintentional purchasing traps, or it might even make identify theft easier. (And trust me, I understand identity theft. In the same month Internet shoppers took my Visa card number and Discover card number that I have used on the Internet to make thousands of dollars in false purchases. And if you want to know which credit card company revoked those false charges faster, it was Discover everything was cleared within two weeks. I didnt use that Visa card for months to a year because their research department put my account in financial limbo.)
The point? Watch your step, because Im not a conspiracy theorist, but when we make these steps in the technology world, we might have to start looking over our shoulders to make sure people arent tracking too many of our moves.
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Janet Kuypers
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Okay, so a little backstory first, for those who need it...
Regular readers will of course know of a new feature here at the site I recently started called The Heterotopia Report, which is basically my attempt at doing what most blogs do all the time - that is, simply pointing people to other interesting things found elsewhere on the internet. And regular readers will also remember that in my last report, I mentioned an item about Microsoft employee Heather Hamilton, and how it had seemed recently at her own blog that she had mistaken a fake news article in the satirical publication The Onion for a real one. (The article in particular, by the way, was a fake editorial from a viral marketer, about how much all the products that he gets hired to market in this stealthy way actually suck...well, except for the newest drink from Mountain Dew, which really is as kick-ass as hes getting hired to claim it is. And this is important to todays story, so I recommend checking it out if you havent seen it already.)
And I dont know why Im so shocked whenever this happens - I mean, I use Technorati watchlists just like everybody else, and know what all you little fuckers are saying about me as well - but I was indeed shocked when I actually heard from Ms. Hamilton, not even 24 hours later, to let me know that I had gotten my item wrong, that she in fact did not mistake a fake item in the Onion for a real one. No, she was telling me, she was entirely familiar with the Onion before even reading the article, and knew that the article was a fake one designed mostly for laughs...she was just under the assumption that Mountain Dew had paid to be mentioned in it anyway, as a sort of ultimate example of viral marketing taken to a ridiculous extreme.
And sure, I thought this was pretty ludicrous at first myself, just like youre thinking right now too - I mean, really, why would a company actually pay money to a publication like the Onion expressly in order to get made fun of? But then the following question occurred to me, which has now been haunting me for the last 48 hours; what if Ms. Hamilton is right? What if the Onion actually is secretly accepting money from cutting-edge marketing companies, to make sure that their particular product is the one getting made fun of in the publications sometimes devastating satirical attacks? I mean, it seems almost too ridiculous to even contemplate at first, because lets face it - all us smartie little intellectual shits love the Onion, and love everything it stands for, and would never in a million years guess that theyd be one of those disappointing corporate fucks who would actually resort to such a thing. But hey, as I was pointing out earlier this year, pretty much every organization Ive ever had a lot of respect for in my entire life has eventually gone on to profoundly disappoint me...so why not the Onion as well? Jesus, if even the staff of Wired magazine can eventually become soulless, money-grubbing, fascist degenerate corporate assholes, what hope is there for anyone else?
And this gets into an opinion of mine that Ive shared here before, and which I still firmly believe - that this nation has been robbed of an entire generation of cutting-edge artists, and an entire generation of subversive, thought-provoking creative output from these artists (novels, movies, paintings, etc), because for the first time in history these cutting-edge artists can actually get lucrative jobs in the advertising industry instead. And this is just so completely and utterly fucked up, Im not sure where to even start, frankly. Why has our generation not produced another Fellini? Because hes too busy filming a quasi-fetish commercial for Burger King featuring some creep in a dirty chicken outfit. Why has our generation not produced another Jackson Pollock? Hes too busy spray-painting sidewalks with graffiti versions of Sony logos.
And Ill be the first to admit, Im a fucking hypocrite for even bringing this up, because I too have accepted various jobs over the years doing this exact same thing, sometimes for projects that are even more ridiculous than the ones I just mentioned. (Were you one of those unfortunate people, for example, who suddenly started getting lame instant messages on your cellphone in the weeks leading up to that awful Al Pacino movie S1m0ne? Yeah, sorry about that.) But thats entirely my point - that when you are a cutting-edge artist, and you suddenly do find yourself with the opportunity to accept such a job, just the raw amounts of money being hurled at you is almost too tempting to turn down. I mean, seriously, for those who might not know, I get paid $100 per hour whenever I accept copywriting positions for the corporate world; and even on the most simple campaigns Ive ever worked on, I still was able to easily log in 60, 80 hours worth of work. And sheesh, eight thousand bucks to basically write a series of haikus about some awful movie nobodys going to go see in the first place? When the alternative is to make seven bucks an hour behind the counter at a goddamn Starbucks? When you havent worked for months, and are actually seriously contemplating robbing a liquor store just to pay that months rent? Thats a hard thing to say no to, as I can personally attest.
But still, I feel guilty every time I do accept one of these assignments, and I feel wrong, and I feel dirty, because my job as an artist is supposed to be to fight against the very thing Ive just been hired to support. And yeah, I know, that sounds awfully hardcore and pretentious, but fuck you, okay? That IS the job of an artist, no matter how pretentious you might think it sounds - to subvert, to question, to point out the weaknesses and foibles of all the rest of those assholes running around the planet who arent artists themselves. Artists are supposed to question authority, because who else will if the artists dont? Artists are supposed to make fun of the ridiculously lame ways the ad industry tries to sucker the mouth-breathers of the world into buying their products. Were not supposed to be helping these people sucker all the mouth-breathers - were supposed to be fighting against them, and making their goals as hard as humanly possible to achieve.
And I think of all this myself, each and every time I accept $5,000 to help promote the newest cardiac-producing sandwich from Arbys, every time I accept $10,000 to write haikus for cellphones promoting some piece-of-shit movie that nobody wanted to see in the first place. Which of course is why Ive been accepting less and less of these assignments, the older I get, and have chosen instead to simply remain unemployed, and to sometimes borrow money from friends and family, and sometimes simply not eat for three or four days at a time because I actually am that poor. Which, again, yes, I know, is an awfully hardcore and pretentious attitude for me to have, like something out of a bad Objectivist novel or something. But once again, I am a hardcore and pretentious person, have been my entire life in fact, and Im not about to start apologizing for it now. (And once again, just for good measure - fuck you, okay?)
So where does it all end? Thats the question I always ask, every time I hear of the latest ridiculous viral marketing campaign. Is there literally anything that viral marketers wont do, in the cause of selling another hamburger? I mean, just last week Kodak hired a bunch of sluts in miniskirts to walk around a photography convention, accidentally dropping things every ten or twenty seconds; and whenever they bent over to pick the thing back up, of course, everyone suddenly got this wonderful little view of the Kodak logo screenprinted on the back of these sluts panties. Im not making this up, people! Thats the thing that I guess alarms me the most about all this; that the ad industry is in a free-falling downward spiral right now, and so desperate to justify their existence that theyre willing to do just about anything, like out of a goddamn Paddy Chayefsky novel or something.
How much worse will it get before it gets better? Will viral marketers start hiring criminals to break into celebrities homes, just to steal something really specific so that the news articles about the break-in will talk about it? (And frankly, this may already be occurring - in fact, theres still a rumor floating around that T-Mobile was the one behind Paris Hiltons Sidekick getting stolen and hacked earlier this year, simply so that the Sidekick brand would get all that free publicity for weeks on end. And hey, it worked, better than anyone couldve even imagined.) I mean, we now live in an age where entire cities are legally changing their names into URLs; where people will accept money to have a companys logo temporarily tattooed on their forehead; where videogame companies are building temporary utopian societies in the middle of the desert, just to promote their latest gaming console. Where does it end? I cant answer that any better than you can, of course; but just the fact that we need to ask the question itself is whats really starting to bother me these days. Its my sincere hope, for the sake of all of us, that you will maybe spend a little time soon asking the question yourself.
I have a friend who is definitely a Conservative Republican, who claims to be a Christian (though his version seems to consist of stonecasting at sinners, mostly), who sent me several articles about his great hero, Sheriff Hongisto (I think thats the dudes name) in some town in Arizona.
The Sheriff runs an extremely non-luxurious jail, a tent city, actually, with no smoking, no HBO, mandatory work details, no weight-lifting equipment so you can get even stronger for the next time you beat up an old lady and take her welfare check, or etc. And to me, all that is fine. Jail isnt supposed to be a pleasant experience; its intent is to make you not want to do anything to cause your return there. As long as you dont do anything to violate the Bill of Rights, such as beat them or put them in rat-infested holes, etc., you dont owe convicted criminals a cushy lifestyle.
Heres my issue with my Conservative friend (lets call him Mark, since thats his name). Hongisto DOES have TVs for the prisoners (how he gets TVs in tents I am not sure; maybe this is just at the actual jail). Mark is overjoyed that ALL you can see on the Sheriffs TVs (due to the fact that Hongy pipes it in on tape) are Conservative talk shows, Conservative religious broadcasts, and FOX News. Mark is convinced that all these cons got into trouble through being duped by Liberal Democrats, so constanty viewing Conservative Christian Republican viewpoints will help them to become law-abiding, productive citizens.
Agape as usual,
small c
(of Penny Dreadful Press)
The nationwide panic engendered by the Justice Departments subpoena to Google was, according to many lawyers and scholars, a mistake. Timothy Wu, a law professor at Columbia, said that the only interesting aspects of the case concern technical rules of legal procedure. This particular subpoena does not raise serious privacy issues, he said.
Amy Peikoff, Assistant Professor of Philosophy, United States Air Force Academy
In late 2001, the National Security Agency began sending the FBI large amounts of data from intercepted communications garnered from its warrantless wiretapping program. Virtually all of the leads that came from the wiretapping data resulted in dead ends or innocent Americans, the New York Times reported.
George W. Bush, Dec. 18th. 2005: I know that some of my decisions have led to terrible loss-- and not one of those decisions has been taken lightly.
It took two years for US deaths to reach 324 in Vietnam. It passed that figure in seven months in Iraq.
Barbara Bush, March 18th, 2003: Why should we hear about body bags and deaths? Oh, I mean, its not relevant. So why should I waste my beautiful mind on something like that?
Its amazing how the media outlets decided to show the graphic loss of life from the December 26, 2004 killer tsunami waves -- the bodies washed ashore, many bloated as they piled up in numbers that far outdistanced the ability of loved ones to identify and bury them.
But out of the gobbledygook, comes a very clear thing: you cant trust the government; you cant believe what they say; and you cant rely on their judgment; and the Ð the implicit infallibility of presidents, which has been an accepted thing in America, is badly hurt by this, because it shows that people do things the President wants to do even though its wrong, and the President can be wrong.
(for Drea)
In the subway above
-dancing, she whispers, tell me
say you will shoot
deck of cards. It all helps.
itself in the wind lashing
ship, the bottle constricts, mouth
8.15.2005
There is a town that straddles the border
In a place in the middle of nowhere
It is a place of dusty roads and bikes spewing fumes
It can be done in this place,
As the sand crunches beneath boots that have seen too many roads
This material appears in the Eric bonholtzer book Remnants & Shadows.
news you can use
When Property Goes, So Does Privacy
Google is to be applauded for its courage in resisting the Justice Departments subpoena.
By Amy Peikoff
It is true that the subpoena demands only a weeks worth of searches and the addresses of a million randomly selected websites. Apparently, these aggregations of data alone cannot link any individual to a particular search or website viewing. Nonetheless, the panic was no mistake. If the subpoena succeeds, it will establish an ominous precedent: that the Justice Department can seize Googles (and anyone elses) time and property, without warrant or particularized suspicion and, moreover, the seized property need have only dubious relevance to the defense of a proposed law of dubious merit. ACLU attorney Aden J. Fine was right in identifying the subpoena as another instance of government overreaching. Google is to be applauded for its courage in resisting it.
Internet Law specialist Susan P. Crawford warns that, while this subpoena does not seek data that most people would consider private e.g., searches which can reveal a persons unpublicized goals, preferences and problems, sexual, medical and otherwise nonetheless the next subpoena could ask for that kind of data. The solution, however, is not to enact more privacy legislation. What we need is a legal system that defends our right to property and contract.
Warren and Brandeis, in originating a right to privacy in 1890, extolled the value of privacy to individuals, but stressed that their newly coined right must often yield to the public interest. Thus arose the balancing test approach that is now used whenever a right to privacy is invoked from abortion law to search-and-seizure law to tort law. So, if the Bush Administration decides that it is in the public interest to have legislation preventing minors from viewing pornography on the Internet, then a mans right to privacy in his Internet searches may be sacrificed in order to defend such legislation, depending on the outcome of the balancing test. A judge will weigh the individuals interest in keeping his searches private against the public interest in the governments obtaining the data. How does he decide which interest prevails? By his subjective preferences? By public opinion poll? This is no standard. Thanks to the right to privacy, we enjoy privacy not by right, but by permission.
Perhaps it is contempt for the right to property that sustains our legal systems idea that the only property entitled to vigorous protection from government seizure is that containing private information. But Americans must realize that where property goes, privacy follows. One may choose to keep his thoughts and interests within the confines of his own mind. Otherwise, to prevent unwanted disclosure of information, one needs either an exclusive right to a place in which to store it, or a contractual agreement of confidentiality express or implied with others to whom he voluntarily discloses it. It is therefore only through objective laws protecting property and contract against warrantless government search and seizure, that we can safeguard our privacy.
The term, private, when used to describe information, is no more objectively definable for legal purposes than is obscene or pornographic. The referents of such terms change with the fashions; what was once considered strictly private information is today eagerly shared all over the media and the Internet. The terms property and contract, by contrast, have definite referents. Whether someone owns property or has entered into a contract is a fact; common law doctrines allow judges objectively and predictably to determine whether such rights exist in a particular case. This takes the decision about what information to disclose away from government and puts it where it belongs: in the hands of the individual.
One essential feature of totalitarianism is a governments ability to punish citizens, not only for what they do or say publicly, but also for what they think and value in the privacy of their own minds. As one privacy advocate has said, a record of ones Internet searches is a kind of shadow of the thoughts within your head your interests, your desires, your hobbies, your fears. If our government thus begins to have access to the content of our minds whenever it decides that this might serve the public interest, nothing can follow but a future of thought control.
NSA Eavesdropping Data Given to FBI Led to Many Dead Ends
a special feature from the Libertarian Party, http://www.lp.org/article_276.shtml
The NSA was collecting so much data it was overwhelming FBI investigators, agency officials complained. Many former law enforcement and counterterrorism officials questioned the effectiveness of the NSA program and whether it had a proper legal foundation. After many months, FBI investigators found that very few of the leads provided by the NSA actually led to potential terrorists.
Many FBI agents felt the NSA program was not very productive. One anonymous FBI official explained a leads typical outcome - Wed chase a number, find its a schoolteacher with no indication theyve ever been involved in international terrorism - case closed. He further added, After you get a thousand numbers and not one is turning up anything, you get some frustration.
In the months after the Sept. 11th attacks, the Bush administration placed heavy pressure on the NSA and the nations other intelligence agencies to prevent any further attacks. The NSA aggressively moved into secret domestic eavesdropping with written permission from the president. Due to the secretive nature of the program, the NSA could not even tell FBI investigators why the names or phone numbers came under suspicion, the New York Times reported.
Having little background on why the data it received was important, the FBI complained it could not effectively assess the datas priority. The NSA responded by ranking its tips on a three-point scale, with 3 being the highest priority and 1 the lowest, according to FBI officials that were interviewed by the New York Times. Even after having the tips being ranked many FBI investigators still saw them as unproductive. One field supervisor joked that a new batch of tips meant more calls to Pizza Hut.
Some law enforcement officials questioned the claims made by the Bush administration that the NSA warrantless domestic surveillance program was directly responsible for preventing a terrorist plot to destroy the Brooklyn Bridge. Officials that were involved in the case told the New York Times that they had already learned of the plan through the interrogation of prisoners and other means.
political thoughts
from Steve Mad Dog Gans
George W. Bush, July 3rd, 2003: Bring em on.
Im truly amazed the media deemed it proper and appropriate, since televising dead service-members arriving home at Dover Air Force Base in the dead of night, in neat flag-draped coffins is still not allowed.
In related news, The U.S. House just adjourned for the year after approving a $453 billion Department of Defense budget for fiscal 2006 and $39.7 billion in spending cuts over five years to benefit programs such as Medicaid and student loans.
No child left behind?
-- White House aide H.R. Haldeman, June 14, 1971, responding to the publication of the Pentagon Papers in the New York Times the day before.
poetry
the passionate stuff
She Whispers
Michelle Greenblatt
or below the drumming
of the hacked & swathed shadow
what I dreamt last night. I believe
you, I believe you when you
with it, I believe you when
you hold out that
Each moon. Each self
-sharpening weapon, Drea, sharpens
wires & wall-eye from the flat
of the land. in the glass
(hungry:) for secondhand
poetry, from my hand to yours.
Truth or Consequences
Eric Bonholtzer
of fiction and reality, with desert air and blistering sun
As drifters migrate and lay claim for years
Like seconds, left over by the wayside.
Where friends lay their heads to rest
And it is easier to watching the highway
Take it slow and observe the difference
Between what is real and what comes from reality
Swirling with riders, running from something or for something
At the same time blending to create this place
Of existence and time out of mind
Where possibility is always possible.
And the bright dry sky whispers
With clouds that drift lazily by, as if to say
Relax and enjoy the moment that is here forever.
And too few safe havens and sleep filled nights. Now they still
Rest as doorways ever swing inward for cowboys and thieves
That if the silence is kept, it is possible to catch a glimpse
Of the evening air whistling, as it slowly passes by.
Much in the way
the Great Emancipator
freed the slaves
(reluctantly)
so should one take
his take on corporations
in a similar vein;
after all,
he appointed Tom Scott
to his cabinet
as Assistant Secretary of War,
and
even contrived to keep him
out of reach of a subpoena
from the Pennsylvania Legislature
that was investigating Scotts shenanigans
in previous session
(involving a repeal of a tax
that Scotts cronies wrote
as a contract between his railroad and the state)
And
Scott,
more than anyone else,
was the father of the modern corporation
through his invention of the holding company
as an end-run around the prohibition
against a corporation holding stock
in another corporation
And
then there came a race by the states
to enact general incorporation laws,
rather than incorporation for a specific purpose,
a vast abdication of authority
that ensured a race to the bottom,
a race won by Delaware
with its general incorporation law
of 1899:
the certificate of incorporation
may also contain any provision
which the incorporators may choose to insert . . .
creating,
defining,
imiting and regulating
the powers of the corporation,
the directors and the stockholders;
provided
such provisions are not contrary to the laws of this state
And
there was the continued connivance
of assorted sordid politicians:
No harm shall come
to any business interest
as the result of administrative policy
so long as I am President
(spoken by Cleveland,
unspoken by all the others)
It matters not one iota what political party
a joint-stock company in which those
who contribute the most direct the action
or what president holds reins of office
And
couple that with the capitulation of the courts,
starting with Santa Clara
and continuing with countless other cases
that concocted the preposterous proposition
that a corporation is a person,
which
gives way to the following-
Declaration of Incorporation.
We hold these truths to be self-evident:
That all Corporations are created equal
And endowed by their charter with certain inalienable rights;
That among these are Life, Liberty,
And the Pursuit of Profitability.
And when in the course of corporate events
It becomes necessary to alter or abolish
The individuals deemed responsible
For violating these inalienable rights,
It is the right, nay duty, of the Corporation to do so.
Following the example of John Hancock,
I sign my name in large letters
and loudly shout
NO
More than your Boy Scout
Good Citizen merit patch
your switchblade silver
metal cigarette lighter
was your true bad boy
badge that every time
you opened the half
dollar shiny
lid
made a loud enough click!
to let the world know
that this thirteen or fourteen
year old punk
was about to smoke a cigarette
but not before
a thumb that a few hours
earlier held a green
school pencil
now caressed
a small steel wheel
which tip-sizzled
an almost pinky finger
tongue because
you always gave extra length
to your wick
so that when
you lit
your Marlboro
everybody else would see
one of Satans fingers
about to caress
your lips
Shame
to snuff the devil back out
But not before a cop
car had slowed
to an eye-balling cruise
because when you are
young and have an attitude
only God can punish such an angel
who made his First Communion
but not Confirmation
when he told the priest the opposite
of Love you
But for the next few years--
--and especially when you got
your license
and began to light up something
other than tobacco
not even God
would be able to stop you
White ness of bones,
The desert runs thru it.
Sand and dust collecting on fossilized time.
Limestone etch with an ancient tale,
By Brimstone and heavenly hail.
The wale of chieftain elder,
Sailing thru the paleness of a lonely moon.
Parted lovers, beloved kin, sins forgotten,
Tribal knowledge flint with stones.
The hunt,
The gathering,
The earthly womb,
The desert fires,
The sirening songs,
The coming of love,
Hoves among the stars,
Beckoning calls,
The reckoning of sacred scars.
(Feb. 2nd, 2005)
Neighborhood dog lifts
his leg on a faded Bush /
Cheney campaign sign.
I fill my glass
With leftover passion
Place lovemaking
Between my bread
Spread my toast
With your buttery kisses
Cover my salad
In liquid dreams of you
Season my meat
With sprinkles of lust
And I scramble my eggs
In your sexuality
Causeâ when I am hungry
Food for thought
Served as you
Fills me more
On Earth the dangerous
is not always apparent
is not germs in Africa
America the exorbitant
Most of all that skill
humanity was born with
US drug companies kill
Survival uses the pith
helmet against warming
US free trade around a
Free enterprise system
of hidden side effects
that destroy integrity
The sky wept above me,
silencing the city,
becoming a wind-chime world
in which I sat
rocking in rhythm with the rain,
cigarette smoke colring the clouds.
And then the steady growl
of pollution filled the air
as the sky dried her eye
and life was thick with things that should not be,
every breath laced with death
and I rocked in rhythm with the routine,
selling my soul to the city
where serenity is sirens
and people are shadows
and I am nobody.
It was too hot to see past the threshes, foxtails and dead armadillos
flattened out on the road and left for bait
Heated steam from the asphalt rises up this time of year
and bakes its victims
Texas is another country you know...
Your letter of compliance was well uncovered
and yet I paid it no mind
Just remember the Bluebonnets I picked
be sure to smell your fingers
Dust gets into lungs no matter where you sit out here
My last breath was a scent of your bleached white t-shirt
A combination of old spice and body odor
Oh, and her....
With quiet shoes the man walks along a quiet street.
He passes his shadow at each lamp he passes under.
No dogs bark. No cars pass. No lights on.
With each step the space in front of him becomes him.
Particles scream and mix within the chaos of the minute.
The line between the man and not the man dissolves.
He doesnt see his world erupt. The silence he hears is fiction.
In this old Garden of Evil
we see right through the mystique.
Were beautiful beef-eaters
& the future of our culture
depends upon the extermination
of all endangered species on the planet.
Can you believe what theyre doing
with science and numbers these days?
I was never good at numbers,
except in my own way
of working with them.
Numbers are different
and theyre also my friends.
You first kissed me under the shade of an umbrella,
Whispering vulnerability.
Gently you traced my scar, knowing I could not survive another crash.
Walking down the street, you turned to tell me you love me.
Whispering vulnerability,
I knew it was over before you knew yourself.
Walking down the street, you turned to tell me you love me
But a broken man boarded his late flight.
I knew it was over before you knew yourself.
The phone hummed a flat key when you said goodbye, hung up.
But a broken man boarded his late flight,
Murmuring susceptibility.
The phone hummed a flat key when you said goodbye, hung up
A gut-socked lightweight. I can not sleep off this sickness.
Murmuring susceptibility,
Dreams of soothing you into sweet slumber trigger this insomnia.
A gut-socked lightweight, I can not sleep off this sickness.
You first kissed me under the shade of an umbrella.
Dreams of soothing you into sweet slumber trigger this insomnia.
Gently you traced my scar, knowing I could not survive another crash.
Let it be known
to the world
of archaeology.
Never desecrate: as
the legend be true.
Never find the tomb.
Search only and retrieve
her golden reflection
hidden by Aphrodite.
Be diligent: Eros is
obsessive and jealous.
Sail the Aegean sea,
walk to Sparta,
walk to Mycenae.
Ask King Agamemnon.
Never find the tomb.
Be diligent: as you
are a time-traveler.
Be diligent: all Greek
men would die for her.
He peacock
-pecked my cheek
eyeing a cluck
-red pinhole
and an unmistakably identifiable mole.
All through-roads lead
... to dementia.
Finally,
all we see are roundabouts
and us.
I flick through the past,
you through semi-consciousness;
the speech
-song of water
drums your cheek.
At 7 you think
you remember
kissing
a young boys mole
and dancing at dancehalls
to Northern Soul.
All through-roads lead
...to dementia.
All traffic must crawl
through a pinhole.
Wisdoms HillRichard Crowley
A squashed daisy ignored by lovers
The marriage of hot and cold provided by love newly
Today, a child walks
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I sit in bed one night, sipping sweet absinthe
in the isolation of my hotel room
My eyes turn into unpinned grenades
ready to explode at any moment
My body shivers
but also moistens with sweat
Sanity storms out the door
as my room begins to spin
and a green blob drifts across the wall
I curl into a fetal position
and toss the white covers over my body
Who knew saintly Assisi
possessed such a devilish beverage?
-Assisi, summer, 2005
The face of time
wakes you up
grinning
Lights pale
and grow
and age
The last drip
hits
the sink
The bed
still feels
hard
A space
empty
there
youve been
gone
for a year
Coming from Euro frozen lands
through Ellis Island
to find the frozen states
of the Upper Midwest
They dug in deep their roots
to have children and crops
in the life and the land
that they harvested
Many were dairy farmers
although they seldom had some
their children rose early
and got the milk ready
The wagon would be laden for town
so the many children would walk
the mile or two to school
through the rain and the snow they would go
Except in the summer
when they would stay home
with the livestock and the crops
that would feed them now
and through the harsh winter
Canning and storing
what they could preserve
in the ground cellar
And because of all of this
one day the frozen lands
became farms for the
fertile fields of food and flowers
For the world
BarbieDavid Cory
O daughters of America,
Her lips move not
Her too-small waist
There is no orifice
Her feet
O daughters of America,
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I consumed the snow until the snowflakes
fell out of my pores and I had
everything that would disappear,
not just in the palms of my freezer-preserved
hands, but in my blood as I inhaled
winter and let autumn go and as it
chilled its passage through my veins,
I saw the snowflakes start to bleed.
The night stained with darkness
has the power to enhance a flame
(which is like a sacred name in a starry
void).
The night stained with darkness
is a sweet voice of the yin power,
(embracing many with a velvet
touch).
Stained with darkness, the night
proffers an obsidian arm which eases
introspection, uplifting lonely souls.
The night (bleached with oily
darkness) is a blind angel who
knows devotion, that fearless power
which infiltrates a black ocean with
surrender.
The night stained with darkness
inks the poems of dreams on multitudinous
sleeping spirits (beloved by ancestors
who anoint them with heavens innocence).
The night stained with darkness
has known for millions of years sublime
rest, (conducive to meditation, the fruit
of spiritual surrender).
The night stained with darkness
is decked with the black robed of penance,
and moved her thighs slowly in a solemn
dance adorned by the Music of the Spheres.
The night stained with darkness
conceals the secret of God realization
from aspiring souls, who some day
will pierce that veil and attain infinite
bliss.
I saw your ghost at the bar
dancing with other women
who wore less
and drank more
than I ever dreamed of
I flew home
to fall asleep in smoke scented clothes
with the scent of you
though months old
still coming from my pillows
In my sleep
your face floated
before my eyes
wrought with pain
Still holding back
the storms in your brow
and the rain in your eyes
Paycheck waves to paycheck gone
Nothing special babies bulge and drop
Walk quickly
Catch the herd before its gone
Lets return to tiny fraying huts
A chair, a cup, a shelf
Flickering electric numb
Contemplation cramped, exhausted
And watch, they rise again
Squint- crusted segregated eyes
Trudge backwards down the up staircase
Eluding crisp grand exits
Something I say prompts my brother-in-law to cock his eyebrow just like Mr. Spock. I want to ask, Did you stand for hours before the mirror practicing that gesture when you were 12, too? Did you think you could become a creature of Pure Logic? Then I remember that Mr. Spocks eyebrows were cosmetic, products of shaving and penciling, just like the eyebrows of the transvestite dancers my Mom saw when she was a waitress at the Terrace Hilton. (Why did she tell me this? I dont know.) And I remember that Mr. Spocks Mom was Jane Wyatt. Before moving to Vulcan, she was married to an agent for the General Insurance Company. They had three precious children who respected all their elders. I imagine my brother-in-law liked them. I wish that Leonard Nimoy had answered my fan letter and sent me two of his used ears. I could put them on my brother-in-law now and see if they looked cool.
prose
the meat and potatoes stuff
Four Families
Paul Telles
Some days when I stare into the sky, there is no color
except for the blue pools of your eyes. I dive into the deep end of one, recall the star-filled stones of last nights dream, and throw them into the blackest memory of a girl crawling in the filthy alley, drunk beat up bits of gravel stuck to the cut on her forehead as I lift her head to see the dull, gray stones in flight, breaking open showering white light, bright truth falling upon her, It wasnt your fault, I tell her.
The girl is standing now, spinning arms wide-open, free to dive into the shallow end of the other blue pool, hitting the bottom the world now aglow with its full spectrum of colorsÉ
And now,
I am behind the shadow of the moon,
but I have sunk like the sun to a depth no ocean could overcome only to scratch and claw with bitter determination out of miles and miles of a frozen ocean.
You could still smell the vodka on my breath when I surfaced from that depth, but I have risen higher than the sun at noon-time, shining so brightly I eclipsed both the moon and the sun and I was cryin.
So I look to the heavens, working 24/seven will not get me as far as the stars, and all the paper in the world cannot make me more than just a girl with a pen and this notebook full of words.
Perhaps Ginsberg will light up the night from his constellation you know the one that Gabriel fell away from, and hell guide me on my way, so I can once again eclipse the sun and the moon of my soul.
And now,
I am the color of the sun,
the half-hidden yellow truth veiled in white lie clouds
the sound of ravens wings as she recovers from a fifty-foot dive
Im the song that the child jumping rope at this moment sings
the sharp left turn and whoop half-circle of the number five
the long-roped swing hanging from the loneliest, tallest tree
the treble clef of a slow, sad piano melody
the floor of the lake I knew intimately as a child.
Look for me between the sun and the moon.
Ill be everywhere except for the blue.
She drops the coin onto his open palm, surely her last. On its obverse is etched what might be the face of the Holy Roman Emperor. But isnt.
Rather the visage of the empress of too many worries, too few regrets appears there, HER countenance stamped in perfect profile.
And then he is kneeling on the purple carpet before her throne. She hoists a sword, a huge, double edged blade hovers above his shoulder, an inch, no more from his left ear. Though whether to knight him or lop his head off in one fell stroke, hes unsure.
Frozen in that moment between punishment and reward, hes afraid to cast the goldpiece heads over tails through the cooling evening air for fear of what hell find on the flip side.
Nick DiSpoldo, Small Press Review (on Children, Churches and Daddies,& #148; April 1997)
Kuypers is the widely-published poet of particular perspectives and not a little existential rage, but she does not impose her personal or artistic agenda on her magazine. CC+D is a provocative potpourri of news stories, poetry, humor, art and the dirty underwear& #148; of politics.
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Debra Purdy Kong, writer, British Columbia, Canada
I like the magazine a lot. I like the spacious lay-out and the different coloured pages and the variety of writers styles. Too many literary magazines read as if everyone graduated from the same course. We need to collect more voices like these and send them everywhere.
Ed Hamilton, writer
#85 (of Children, Churches and Daddies) turned out well. I really enjoyed the humor section, especially the test score answers. And, the cup-holder story is hilarious. Im not a big fan of poetry - since much of it is so hard to decipher - but I was impressed by the work here, which tends toward the straightforward and unpretentious.
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Children, Churches and Daddies.
It speaks for itself.
Write to Scars Publications to submit poetry, prose and artwork to Children, Churches and Daddies literary magazine, or to inquire about having your own chapbook, and maybe a few reviews like these.
Jim Maddocks, GLASGOW, via the Internet Ill be totally honest, of the material in Issue (either 83 or 86 of Children, Churches and Daddies) the only ones I really took to were Kuypers. TRYING was so simple but most truths are, arent they?
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C Ra McGuirt, Editor, The Penny Dreadful Review (on Children, Churches and Daddies)
CC&D is obviously a labor of love ... I just have to smile when I go through it. (Janet Kuypers) uses her space and her poets to best effect, and the illos attest to her skill as a graphic artist.
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Mark Blickley, writer The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. Scars& #148; is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing her book.
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MIT Vegetarian Support Group (VSG)
functions:
* To show the MIT Food Service that there is a large community of vegetarians at MIT (and other health-conscious people) whom they are alienating with current menus, and to give positive suggestions for change.
* To exchange recipes and names of Boston area veg restaurants
* To provide a resource to people seeking communal vegetarian cooking
* To provide an option for vegetarian freshmen
We also have a discussion group for all issues related to vegetarianism, which currently has about 150 members, many of whom are outside the Boston area. The group is focusing more toward outreach and evolving from what it has been in years past. We welcome new members, as well as the opportunity to inform people about the benefits of vegetarianism, to our health, the environment, animal welfare, and a variety of other issues.
Gary, Editor, The Road Out of Town (on the Children, Churches and Daddies Web Site) I just checked out the site. It looks great.
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Dusty Dog Reviews: These poems document a very complicated internal response to the feminine side of social existence. And as the book proceeds the poems become increasingly psychologically complex and, ultimately, fascinating and genuinely rewarding.
John Sweet, writer (on chapbook designs)
Visuals were awesome. Theyve got a nice enigmatic quality to them. Front cover reminds me of the Roman sculptures of angels from way back when. Loved the staggered tire lettering, too. Way cool.
(on Hope Chest in the Attic& #148;)
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Dusty Dog Reviews: She opens with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternaks Doctor Zhivago. The atmosphere of wintry white and cold, gloriously murderous cold, stark raging cold, numbing and brutalizing cold, appears almost as a character who announces to his audience, Wisdom occurs only after a laboriously magnificent disappointment.& #148; Alas, that our Dusty Dog for mat cannot do justice to Ms. Kuypers very personal layering of her poem across the page.
Cheryl Townsend, Editor, Impetus (on Children, Churches and Daddies) The new CC&D looks absolutely amazing. Its a wonderful lay-out, looks really professional - all you need is the glossy pages. Truly impressive AND the calendar, too. Cant wait to actually start reading all the stuff inside.. Wanted to just say, it looks good so far!!!
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Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA
Indeed, theres a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as theres a good balance between words and graphics. The work shows brave self-exploration, and serves as a reminder of mortality and the fragile beauty of friendship.
Mark Blickley, writer
The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. Scars& #148; is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing her book.
You Have to be Published to be Appreciated.
Do you want to be heard? Contact Children, Churches and Daddies about book or chapbook publishing. These reviews can be yours. Scars Publications, attention J. Kuypers. Were only an e-mail away. Write to us.
Brian B. Braddock, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies) I passed on a copy to my brother who is the director of the St. Camillus AIDS programs. We found (Children, Churches and Daddies) obvious dedication along this line admirable.
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The Center for Renewable Energy and Sustainable Technology
The Solar Energy Research & Education Foundation (SEREF), a non-profit organization based in Washington, D.C., established on Earth Day 1993 the Center for Renewable Energy and Sustainable Technology (CREST) as its central project. CRESTs three principal projects are to provide:
* on-site training and education workshops on the sustainable development interconnections of energy, economics and environment;
* on-line distance learning/training resources on CRESTs SOLSTICE computer, available from 144 countries through email and the Internet;
* on-disc training and educational resources through the use of interactive multimedia applications on CD-ROM computer discs - showcasing current achievements and future opportunities in sustainable energy development.
The CREST staff also does on the road& #148; presentations, demonstrations, and workshops showcasing its activities and available resources.
For More Information Please Contact: Deborah Anderson
dja@crest.org or (202) 289-0061
Brian B. Braddock, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies) I passed on a copy to my brother who is the director of the St. Camillus AIDS programs. We found (Children, Churches and Daddies) obvious dedication along this line admirable.
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Dorrance Publishing Co., Pittsburgh, PA
Hope Chest in the Attic& #148; captures the complexity of human nature and reveals startling yet profound discernments about the travesties that surge through the course of life. This collection of poetry, prose and artwork reflects sensitivity toward feminist issues concerning abuse, sexism and equality. It also probes the emotional torrent that people may experience as a reaction to the delicate topics of death, love and family.
Chain Smoking& #148; depicts the emotional distress that afflicted a friend while he struggled to clarify his sexual ambiguity. Not only does this thought-provoking profile address the plight that homosexuals face in a homophobic society, it also characterizes the essence of friendship. The room of the rape& #148; is a passionate representation of the suffering rape victims experience. Vivid descriptions, rich symbolism, and candid expressions paint a shocking portrait of victory over the gripping fear that consumes the soul after a painful exploitation.
want a review like this? contact scars about getting your own book published.
Paul Weinman, Writer (on 1996 Children, Churches and Daddies) Wonderful new direction (Children, Churches and Daddies has) taken - great articles, etc. (especially those on AIDS). Great stories - all sorts of hot info!
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Okay, nilla wafer. Listen up and listen good. How to save your life. Submit, or Ill have to kill you.
Okay, butt-munch. Tough guy. This is how to win the editors over.
Carlton Press, New York, NY: HOPE CHEST IN THE ATTIC is a collection of well-fashioned, often elegant poems and short prose that deals in many instances, with the most mysterious and awesome of human experiences: love... Janet Kuypers draws from a vast range of experiences and transforms thoughts into lyrical and succinct verse... Recommended as poetic fare that will titillate the palate in its imagery and imaginative creations.
You Have to be Published to be Appreciated.
Dorrance Publishing Co., Pittsburgh, PA: Hope Chest in the Attic& #148; captures the complexity of human nature and reveals startling yet profound discernments about the travesties that surge through the course of life. This collection of poetry, prose and artwork reflects sensitivity toward feminist issues concerning abuse, sexism and equality. It also probes the emotional torrent that people may experience as a reaction to the delicate topics of death, love and family. Chain Smoking& #148; depicts the emotional distress that afflicted a friend while he struggled to clarify his sexual ambiguity. Not only does this thought-provoking profile address the plight that homosexuals face in a homophobic society, it also characterizes the essence of friendship. The room of the rape& #148; is a passionate representation of the suffering rape victims experience. Vivid descriptions, rich symbolism, and candid expressions paint a shocking portrait of victory over the gripping fear that consumes the soul after a painful exploitation.
Dusty Dog Reviews, CA (on knife): These poems document a very complicated internal response to the feminine side of social existence. And as the book proceeds the poems become increasingly psychologically complex and, ultimately, fascinating and genuinely rewarding.
Debra Purdy Kong, writer, British Columbia, Canada (on Children, Churches and Daddies): I like the magazine a lot. I like the spacious lay-out and the different coloured pages and the variety of writers styles. Too many literary magazines read as if everyone graduated from the same course. We need to collect more voices like these and send them everywhere.
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Okay, its this simple: send me published or unpublished poetry, prose or art work (do not send originals), along with a bio, to us - then sit around and wait... Pretty soon youll hear from the happy people at cc&d that says (a) Your work sucks, or (b) This is fancy crap, and were gonna print it. Its that simple!
Hope Chest in the Attic is a 200 page, perfect-bound book of 13 years of poetry, prose and art by Janet Kuypers. Its a really classy thing, if you know what I mean. We also have a few extra sopies of the 1999 book Rinse and Repeat& #148;, the 2001 book Survive and Thrive& #148;, the 2001 books Torture and Triumph& #148; and (no so) Warm and Fuzzy& #148;,
which all have issues of cc&d crammed into one book. And you can have either one of these things at just five bucks a pop if you just contact us and tell us you saw this ad space. Its an offer you cant refuse...
Mark Blickley, writer: The precursor to the magazine title (Children, Churches and Daddies) is very moving. Scars& #148; is also an excellent prose poem. I never really thought about scars as being a form of nostalgia. But in the poem it also represents courage and warmth. I look forward to finishing the book.
Do you want to be heard? Contact Children, Churches and Daddies about book and chapbook publishing. These reviews can be yours. Scars Publications, attention J. Kuypers - you can write for yourself or you can write for an audience. Its your call...
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
Dusty Dog Reviews (on Without You): She open with a poem of her own devising, which has that wintry atmosphere demonstrated in the movie version of Boris Pasternaks Doctor Zhivago. The atmosphere of wintry white and cold, gloriously murderous cold, stark raging cold, numbing and brutalizing cold, appears almost as a character who announces to his audience, Wisdom occurs only after a laboriously magnificent disappointment.& #148; Alas, that our Dusty Dog for mat cannot do justice to Ms. Kuypers very personal layering of her poem across the page.
Children, Churches and Daddies. It speaks for itself.
Fithian Press, Santa Barbara, CA: Indeed, theres a healthy balance here between wit and dark vision, romance and reality, just as theres a good balance between words and graphics. The work shows brave self-exploration, and serves as a reminder of mortality and the fragile beauty of friendship.
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