Tuesday, September 08, 2020



Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsession gets you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

Hey, you've been used
Are you calm? Settle down
Write a song, I'll sing along 
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to laundry and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secret of the boy you never kissed 
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer girl you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room 
Head of English gets you, asks you, "What the Hell do you think you're doing?"
"Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside."
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right 

Hey, you've been used
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

And you cool and you know
You're a star and you'll go far
Listen to me as a friend
Not just a boy who play guitar
You're on top of the world again

Friday, March 06, 2020

Poetry in Motion

Blinded me with Science
Pegasus myth. How he struck the ground and a poetry inspiring spring sprung....boing. Now the winged horse is the syymbol for poetry.

Thursday, March 05, 2020

Golden Ass

Colorful invectives courtesy Giordano Bruno.
It also suggests the degree of his militant anger at those who opposed his intellectual agenda, dis- played for example in La cena, the first of his London dialogues, with a verse ‘‘To the Malcontent’’ warning, ‘‘Since you have confronted me with injustice, / I shall stretch and pull your skin all over; / And should my body too fall to the ground, / Your shame will be re- corded in hard diamond’’ (Jaki 1975, 42). Brandishing the invective typical of his subsequent dialogue attacks on pedants, Bruno con- cludes the Ad excellentissimum epistle with a curse on the ‘‘diluvii asinorum stercora malis aureis’’ [floods of evil golden manure from asses] who have infiltrated the university environment until ‘‘nunc cuilibet stulto et asino liceat in nostras positiones hic vel alibi’’ [now any fool and ass is allowed into our positions here and elsewhere] (2.2.78). This oxymoronic ‘‘golden manure’’ alludes to the Cicero- nian ornamentation of the Oxford rhetoricians (see Yates 1982, 137), gilding their stubborn resistance to his ideas.
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Even if you wished could manure on someones soul in th lore of magic the blowback is three fold. Best to wish for clarity of vision for all concerned. 
The power of lovers to dismember the corpus of their combined egos is a testament to all things immeasurable.

Sunday, October 06, 2019

Friday, August 30, 2019


This summer I had the distinct pleasure to relive my Atari addled childhood with Cary Whittier 's most excellent offspring. We solved the Adventure maze by grabbing the tail of the bat as it grabbed the chalice! 'cue winning seizure inducing flashy sequence. Cherish your good times-♥ The beads are from my moms visit to Africa and an olive wood cutting board she gave me and a squeaky ruler just like my grandfathers.

Excerpt from Gordon Whites Rune Soup blog.-"But there is something very powerful about the joy of play, which in almost every form requires navigating probabilities. It's like the universe 'notices' you. Perhaps it does?
From the solemn gloom of the temple children run out to sit in the dust, God watches them play and forgets the priest.
- Rabindranath Tagore
There is also something very dangerous about play... dangerous in a good way. And I'm not talking about the sometimes-alarming paranormal effects that accompany roleplaying (or the weird dreams). Play is dangerous because it teaches you about rules. When to follow them, when to break them... and when to bet the farm:
Play the game for more than you can afford to lose... only then will you learn the game.
- Winston Churchill"

Friday, May 31, 2019

catching colds and missing trains

An ambitious king, Jalandhara by name, by virtue of assiduously practicing yoga acquired such supernatural powers that he was able to overthrow the gods themselves in their heaven. In his hubris at this success he decided that Shiva's consort, Parvati, should properly be his queen. To this end he summoned forth a great demon, Rahu, the Seizer - whose more normal night time job was to catch the moon and eclipse it - to act as his emissary on this considerable errand. When Rahu confronted Shiva with his request the latter, unperturbed, let blast a flash of light from his third eye, conjuring forth a leonine headed emaciated demon which was non other than ravenous hunger incarnate. Rahu realising his probable fate if he were to confront this horror, cast himself upon Shiva's mercy and implored forgiveness. Appeased, Shiva granted him protection from the terrible monster who however now demanded from the god another victim that his hunger might be temporarily satiated. With the wit of a supreme godhead, Shiva suggest the monster eat himself, which he did until only his upper face remained. Shiva delighted by this act granted the vestigial terrifying face the compliment of:
 You shall be known henceforth as Kirttimukha, Face of Glory, and shall abide forever at my door. No one who fails to worship you will ever obtain my grace.

Chinese face jug-tiger?

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