Master Anarchy

B'Ching 2'08

I don't know why people

Think the Olympics is any good

For changing the world.

I remember when we had

A car accident. That changed

The world; but we got along

Without thinking about it

Very much. Very much I

Wonder why sending two seventy

Year olds to fry in the pan, out

Of the fire, for 12 months, 'coz

They chose to perspire on down to

The Heavenly Court of Applications

For an Official Permit to Protest

In an Officially Designated Protest

Area against the Beijing Olympics

Is indicative of Change in

The world. Then I remember

That car accident. I do not forget

I don't know why people do

Not always come to a full stop

At the right time. I cannot.

Believe the Olympics is Any good.

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[It was reported two seventy year old women were sentenced to 12 months re-education in a labour camp for applying for a Protest Permit, as above stated, their reason being they were evicted from their homes to make way for it. An exceptional Olympics? No: friends of mine in Sydney suffered a similar fate, evicted from homes their landlords willed to rent out for exhorbitant rents in the time period of the 2000 Games, "the Best Ever!!".]

P.a.P.b.

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She said, “I’ll steal that

Light from you !”, plagiary

Setting to out be where as

He had, proud as puss’

Boots, aired as he freely

Declared, “Ergo Cogito

Sum” to be best translate

In “I think therefore I

Am.”, whereas he saw it

Also true that “I am

Therefore I think and I

Think therefore I am.” were

The best translation for

“Cogito Ergo Sum”

While "Ergo Sum Cogito”

Emphasised that one did

Know by the of-thinking

Power one’s self to be,

Antecedent presumed,

Anticipatory

Were an lacunae to

Be exhumed in some latter

Day scholarly foray

If only to warm one’s walk

Like puss’ boots worn proud:

Small but by some stretch of

Imagination allowed

To be seen as fit good,

Just as should failure to

Steal light for a lifeless

Liberty to behold

Until the lore dies out.

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1: “Pb Shoes” – Public Benefit

Shoes, a chains tore selling cheaper

shoes for all Australians

What to download?

And how to know it isn't infected itself (Zombie loading or otherwise)?

Carpe Diem’d D’Whampeer

Cruelty as an intrinsic part of staying

Up all night, eating little, untiring

Muscular exertion with inversion

Of all downs jagging them up to up’n

At ‘em, atomic consciousness wanting

More, society with loose sexual

Morés, stories aplenty with more thinking

Behind them than can sum amphetamine stinking

Sniff out, rushing around without doubt in

A wanting not to run out, running out,

Wanting more, wanting all that’s in the store,

talking so much one can talk no more or

Cannot wait to talk again, going insane,

Enjoying psychoses, boosted brain, endorphine

Undermining judgements of leaps logic

Made as toxic substrata underlain

Both by exertion and main substance stick

The knife in one’s mind more than a Vampire bit.

1: “Atomic”, Blondie.

2: “Benzedrine Jag Party Time”, Crowley.

3: “Ill Wind”, Kuepper, “Eddy Baby”, Ed.

4: “If I Was Your Vampire”, Manson.

The Pit He Fired

He said, “It’s going

to happen anyway.”

I saged, “No way.” He said, “Way.”,

but not openly. I say open

up, make room to be free of what ye

might otherwise but obscurely re: .

And ye deny possibility

Of any other way, ye play and do

not fight what ye say, superficially

disparagingly, or be it deeply weepingly,

can but be and continue to become, free

of any other possibility, as ye conclude,

not exclude, protrude in lieu of

other education, to draw forth background,

hell being populate with the small

minded and their imaginings.

Beget Karma (No Other Way)

What you give is what you get: yet

Many fail to comprehend this

Is no soppy sophism. They let

The Finger point to the Moon as

If the purpose were to sell nail

Polish. It is not. A murderess

Once sang how once she had murdered,

She felt she could die, and so she

Began to fly from society.

Many dreamers have sung not to the

Contrary that once they have dreamed,

They too begin to fly from society.

What you give is what you get: yet

If you wish to give malevolent

Intent, you get malevolent in Tent;

And that you be giving forth will be

Realising no forgiving, for you can

Not forgive yourself in truth, only give.

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1: Austin Osman Spare, regarding his take on the comprehension of karma.

2: “Enter The Dragon”, featuring Bruce Lee and a cast of hundreds, if not thousands.

What God Means To Me

God means to me

My ego knows

No bounds, boundless.

Beget Karma (No Other Way)

What you give is what you get: yet

Many fail to comprehend this

Is no soppy sophism. They let

The Finger point to the Moon as

If the purpose were to sell nail

Polish. It is not. A murderess

Once sang how once she had murdered,

She felt she could die, and so she

Began to fly from society.

Many dreamers have sung not to the

Contrary that once they have dreamed,

They too begin to fly from society.

What you give is what you get: yet

If you wish to give malevolent

Intent, you get malevolent in Tent;

And that you be giving forth will be

Realising no forgiving, for you can

Not forgive yourself in truth, only give.

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1: Austin Osman Spare, regarding his take on the comprehension of karma.

2: “Enter The Dragon”, featuring Bruce Lee and a cast of hundreds, if not thousands.

$1 A Day

The guy starving, often enough, away

In Africa, living on one dollar

A day, lives that way because Westies say

Both should live that way, overall. What’s more,

Westerners tend to, lamely, blame those they

Plunder to assure themselves an easy

Life, taking 60%, still, today,

So I’m told, with 20% for they

Who play according to West’s game plan,

The chosen few, and 20% for

The rest, starving often, enough. The man

Who survives on water and very poor

Food lives an existence which is rude, crude,

Stewed, more than tempted to intrude, interlude

Of rapine and opportunity we,

As Westerners, and now Easterners too,

Encourage with tools of war which will do

Maximum damage to those locally

Living, surviving, in service which we

See, often enough not, in the West, to

Be internecine warfare, and caused through

No fault of the Westies. Reality

Check, as they say in the U.S. of A.,

And one sees rich and poor and very poor

There also. What’s more, were there no war in poor

Africa, those there could afford a way

Of life wherein they thrive well enough for

Themselves and build up from a central core

To a level more or less close to that

The author enjoys among the Westies,

Viz: poor of the rich. Probably twice what

He indulges his self on, steadily

And securely. So, were moderately

Living, by no means deprived, enjoyed by

Most, humanity might coast forward, free

Of unnecessary conflict. To try

This thesis in summary on the

Whetstone of truth, Indulgent West + Poor

Afrique = weak ethical bases

For action whose only attraction for

Both parties: perpetual war and weak

Bases for further action one could seek

In moderated wealth (note I say not

Moderate), more than sufficient health and

Length of days which plays, like a record, not

Backwards, but in the groove, towards an end

Equally well to be depended on.

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0: A sequence of three near sonnets, of Shakespearean-Petrarchan-Shakespearean style, with the beginning of a further Shakespearean.

1: “60% of the world’s wealth is controlled by 6% of the world’s population.”

2: “60% of Australia’s wealth is controlled by 6% of Australia’s population.”

3: “6% of the world’s population live in the United States of America.”

4: “60% of the GDP of Africa is expropriated to use in other continents”.

5: “10% of the world’s wealth is controlled by 1% of the world’s population”,

This last being an approximation: lately it has increased from 8%+ to 9%+,

and rising.

6: “10% of 60% is 6%”.

7: “Westies” is what East Berliners termed those who lived in West Germany, but

here used to indicate anyone living in the West (sic).

Solarity Banality

A taste of enlightenment which they call

Orgasms, annihilation of the ego as fall

Emotional and intellectual barriers unto

Direct experience of that under what they do,

The reality of vacuity of identity, frivolity,

Ambition, purpose, humanity, divinity,

In a word, as well as, gymnastic satisfaction

Of more subtle psychic attraction from base

Appearance, through intellectual friction

Warming emotional frisson to soul felt ace,

Number one needs that bleeds into two as

Two become none in the insight of each the

Other who be so constituted as to enjoy

The which they have enjoyed if only to fell as

Incapable of mental constituants of being the

Truth revealed of said success they do so enjoy

As it mirrors into momentary awareness that

Which ages of sages past knew by right

Of attainment in constancy, satisfaction

Beyond any limit imposed of surrounding

Circumstance, the which could but ignite

Said underlying reality to awareness dealing

With surrounding circumstance, penetrating

Both the all and none, as do stars in full flight.

Need For Lacuna

No philosophy is sufficiemt

To deal with the problems of the modern

Day: so they, jaded or dazed, would say meant

No philosophy were needed by them

When what, and palpably, were needed were

A summary effort, execution

If you will, of the has-been, and then more

Strenuous, and appropriate, action

Be ta’en in light of modern requirements,

Such as going beyond the mechanics

Of Newton and God to the dynamics

Of Einstein and Man; also, uncertainties

Of Pauli and Heisenberg and a past

Done and gone. But they went wrong: will, at last,

They go right, to Relativity at

Least, which be certainly truthful if not

A TOE, which be not,

As Gödel clearly stated, and Hawkings,

Belatedly, admits is overrated by

Intelligence which overestimated “Why?”

And “How?”, and now underestimates We

Who, all too clearly, be coming to see a need for.

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0: An extended sonnet, from the Shakespearean to

an increasingly uncertain, if not totally irregular, form.

1: TOE – Theory Of Everything. “No such animal exists.”,

as Churchill famously said (I am uncertain it was him).

2: Regarding Gödel’s Theorem, “Gödel, Escher, Bach”

by Douglas Hoffstadter is well-worthy of recommendation.

3: Newton conceived of the Universe as mechanical and

ultimately predictable, a secular teleologistic.

4: Einstein famously said he did not believe God played with

dice. He made no mention of human beings.

5: Of Pauli, Heisenberg and Stephen Hawkings, it is left to the

reader’s initiative to find reference thereto.

Carp Odium

Ignorant, Arrogant,

Indifferent scum, the lot

Of you. That’s my position:

Mud; and you’re stick in it.

A Gentleman Never

What is in front of me in the way

Of support and love, she had cried

As I had gathered her up in

My arms before her family,

And I on my way to the charms

Of a waiting, more than willing,

Wench, and she pouring forth that which

Could but wrench, like a sabre strung

Under a whole piano bench,

Tug at heart strings already set

Out to both her, in amour, yet

Also to another in fresh, wet,

We shall not forget amorous

Loving, and that amour balked as

She by her family which did

Not support her in that way, our

Way, nor, as she now wept to say,

In many another: and I,

Wanting to fly to another

Awaiting already, felt her

In a need such that should my heart

Bleed at all as it pumped air to

My lungs and brain, should I not stop,

Help and give all, all self-respect

Should in future fall, crumble as

Even now did she, seeing as

Her family, indifferent,

Revealed truth in place of support,

Mutual non-aggression pact,

In place of love, alliance and

She, knowing the truth of her, learned

In reality of growing

Among such and within her sought

Now, for reasons I knew not, for

All her pourings forth, to delay

Me on my way, to tell me, tell

Someone, tell herself, tell them, how

It really is in an ice land

Of alliance and betrayal

Of alliance as I gathered

Her up into my arms, her spine

Melted as a glucose snake on

The bitumen on a sunny

Day, her muscles like jelly, her

Soul one of love in hell he knew

And knew not, her voice one which could

Never be forgot but only

Ignored, abjured, used to inure

One’s self to voices like that, pure

In strangulation, in drownings’

Peak experience when dawnings

Of an end to all, of all, rise

And in hurried surprise the mind

Races the brain to say, she said

What is in front of me by way

Of love and support, and I caught

Her sister’s eye, her sister’s dress

Of blue caught my eye, and the caress,

Almost like the eye of a carcass,

As her sister’s eye crossed mine eye

As I gathered her up, to follow

Her instruct as to where she would

Go now, now she and they and I did

Know of afore said torrential flows,

I not knowing, I suppose, truths

Of many prospects and problems she

Did pose, only the tips of icebergs, I

Suppose, nor if, in the heat of the moments

In which I gathered her into my

Arms, and despaired to neglect

Another’s charm and wilfull wenchiness,

And she felt her soul’s water melting for

Perhaps the first time ever, what her

Will would bring in the cool of evening

Would not simply chill her to the bones,

Still all free tropical glacier flowings

To an arctic circle’s stowing once again

Of water, useless to the hoeing of honest,

Earthy gardeners, and I useless

Once again in the face of a family

Which could but see alliance and potential

Aggression between she and me to be

To be the only prospect for a felt love

Abjured in me, inured for me, pure

And purely strangled by me, entangled

In its welling and her truth and the truths

I could not ignore in her raisings

From the floor and my risings to once

More her already amourous, my desire

Clamourous, my heart doubly amourous,

Yet in two too many ways. And that stays

Tearing within me, even as she once was

Tearing without me, even as she once was

Daring without me, even as I once was

Daring within me, even as I once was

Caring within me, even as they once were

Unsharing without her, even as they once were

Uncaring within her spheres of concern

Which it seems, in the end, we were all

Too late to learn. But then, after the end,

A gentleman never tells, they say, and

Of that day’s end the poet now dares

To tear his cares to be unsharing.

Self-Expression.

Mere Digression.

Yahoo! Session.

My Poetry

You can just see

How good I be

What I've to say

Here, Now, Today,

While on my way

To a five point

Cost, list my cant,

A little rant

Or real problem,

Homework you loom,

Weft, weave my dream...

What a lovely

Scheme here for we

Whom are lazy!

I know it's not celibate, it's silly but

they still got prostitution in this city.

The Joy Division bass guitarist, whose thumping beats really set the stage for the success of that band's endeavours.

{A Tribute Question}

...humanist chagrin. Even their underpants!

But what if they do not wear underpants!?

Can they change them then?

If so, whose?

[Some suggest that is about the only thing they are good at changing. Just ask Christian Dior and that Hillfinger bloke.]

...not unrecalcitrant 'feudal' overlords (the British Imperials) readying themselves to leave.

By what right, or sense of justice, do they demand the Palestinians forswear violence?

What modern state, apart from only one I can think of (Butan?), would even consider this suggestion without laughter ringing around the agora?

...with the highest Prison Population per capita in the Western Hemisphere, is it not demonstrably poorly placed to be spreading "Freedom and Democracy" across the globe?

Or do they have spherical bread loaves where they come from?

Any one??