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Mickey Z
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
Flower Power
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William Burroughs sez: “The people in power will not disappear voluntarily; giving flowers to the cops just isn’t going to work. This thinking is fostered by the establishment; they like nothing better than love and nonviolence. The only way I like to see cops given flowers is in a flower pot from a high window.”
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NYC Event Alert:
Sunday, May 18 is the Veggie Pride Parade
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
Rehumanize yourself
Psychology pioneer, Carl Gustav Jung believed “most of our difficulties come from losing contact with our instincts.” Well, the simple act of perusing a garden variety American drink tap water (heavy metals and microbes), light up a cigarette (tar and nicotine), chow down on a candy bar (sugar and chemicals) and an unorganic apple (pesticides and bioengineered food stuffs), wash it down with a glass of milk (animal protein, BGH, subtherapeutic levels of antibiotics, and more pesticides), wipe his/her face with a napkin (chlorine and dyes), and then head off in the car (exhaust emissions) is evidence enough to back up Jung.
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
A haiku for the second Sunday in May
My whole life, second
Sunday in May: Mother’s Day
Now: Motherless Day
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Bruce Springsteen sez: “Those you are with, in the presence of miracles, you never forget. Life does not separate you. Death does not separate you.”
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Grief, revisited:
As most regulars here know, my Mom passed away in January. The grieving/mourning process was somewhat put on hold when my wife Michele needed shoulder surgery but now, as Michele is almost ready to return to work - roughly four months since my Mom’s death - the feelings of grief remain.
It’s interesting to note how “society” expects an adult to mourn a parent. Early on, I was often asked how I felt, how I was doing, etc. Eventually, those questions faded. However, I sometimes get stuff like this: “I hope the sadness is fading and you’re able to begin to focus on the good memories.” A nice sentiment, without a doubt, but not very realistic.
I’ve talked to several other adults who have lost parents and they see it the same way. They tell me the pain and sadness never fully goes away. And why should it? Usually, the first face you see is your mother’s. The first words you hear are hers. I know in my case, I feel as if I have lost my sense of balance. My anchor is missing...and I’m free floating.
Would anyone else want to share some thoughts on this or a related topic?
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Bonus: A non-Mother’s Day shout out to all those women who are child-free and loving it
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Friday, May 09, 2008
"I can sell you anything"
Joe Jackson sez:
Pretty soon now
Y’know I’m gonna make a comeback
And like the birds and the bees in the trees
It’s a sure-fire smash
I’ll speak to the masses throughout the media
And if you got anything to say to me
You can say it with cash
‘Cause I got the trash and you got the trash can
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money ‘cause I know you think I’m funny
Can’t you hear me laughing?
Can’t you see me smile?
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Kung fu
That was one of my good ones
Well what’s a few broken bones
When we all know it’s good clean fun
Skateboards
I’ve almost made them respectable
You see I can’t always get through to you
So I go for your son
I had a giant rubber shark and it really made a mark
Didja looka looka lookit alla blood
Give me all your money ‘cause I know you think I’m funny
Can’t you hear me laughing?
Can’t you see me smile?
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Right now
I think I’m gonna plan a new trend
Because the line on the graph’s getting low
And we can’t have that
And you think you’re immune
But I can sell you anything
Anything from a thin safety pin
To a pork pie hat
‘Cause I got the trash and you got the trash can
So baby we should get along fine
So give me all your money ‘cause I know you think I’m funny
Can’t you hear me laughing?
Can’t you see me smile?
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the hula-hoop
I’m the man
I’m the man that gave you the yo-yo
Post your consumerish song in the comments section…
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Meanwhile: JCPenney, circa 1977
(Thanks, Zen Prole)
And: People-watching with Walter Brasch
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Wednesday, May 07, 2008
Ashamed to be American
I was reading Five Years of My Life: An Innocent Man in Guantanamo, by Murat Kurnaz, when I came across a passage about Kurnaz being subjected to gruesome electric shock torture at the hands of America’s brave volunteer warriors. After passing out and being tossed back in his cell to sleep it off, Kurnaz was soon awakened by harrowing screams.
He saw two valiant American soldiers hitting a man who was lying on the ground-his head wrapped in a blanket. Five more patriotic heroes eventually joined in on the beating, hitting the man’s head with the butts of their rifles and kicking him with their heavy boots. “Then,” says Kurnaz, “they walked away, leaving him lying there.”
Those lovable liberals at Daily Kos weight in here
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Okay, who wants to make a documentary about me?
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Monday, May 05, 2008
Temp Agency
Eventually, nothing of these will remain...
Tyler Durden sez: “Hey, even the Mona Lisa’s falling apart.”
Ozymandias of Egypt
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter’d visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp’d on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock’d them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains: round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Ozymandias of Egypt was written by the radical, atheist, vegetarian poet (he’s batting 1.000 in my book): Percy Bysshe Shelley
PeeBee sez:
Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few
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Call for reviewers:
My novel, CPR for Dummies, will be released this summer. As erotic and experimental as anything Henry Miller ever put to paper, CPR for Dummies has been called “an orgasmic Left revolt-book;” “a ribald collage of styles, points of view, and blasphemies;” and “as tongue in cheek as Vonnegut and Bukowski.”
I’m looking for writers interested in reviewing CPR for Dummies for a magazine, newspaper, or blog. Serious inquires can be sent to info@mickeyz.net
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