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2014-01-05 9:21 AM
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Multiculturalism...

Supplementals

Richard Rodriguez on browning of America
Spike lee do the right thing
Letter from a Birmingham jail
Ain't I a woman

Ethnic notions
American history x
Skinhead by Patricia smith
Appiah on cosmopolitanism
Sullivan's travels

Essays.... Evaluation of materials, evaluation of your own life and experience.with additional sources,

1/2/14

One minute you're gone in a crash
And then there are all the people
You have left behind to carry on
And they miss you and wake up
In the middle of the night screaming
But they still eat their salad
And indulge in the occasional...
Or frequent libation but they
Always raise a toast to you
Even in silence you are never
Forgotten, especially when the check
Comes and someone forgot to put
In their share, they will know
It was you, your spirit freeloading...
Or when the ice cream mysteriously
Disappears...someone will feel you
Weighing them down...the heaviness
Of love departed, the memory
Stronger than a peach Bellini
That was just there a moment ago.

12/31/13

This is where it all ends
Overlooking the valley
Knowing there are multitudes below
And we here who have climbed
are drenched In sweat...
To us this is Everest
Even though the mtn biker
we chatted with Thought that this
was nothing. He had built the trail himself
But soon we made it to the top
And after a few fisbumps and glamour shots
We would descend back into our quotidian lives
Struggling with the daily grind looking up at
The trail we had left behind.

12/30/13

Consider the lilies but first
Take out the garbage
And then eat your liver
But first your spleen
And kill your idols
But wipe the prints
And say cheese
a thousand times
So there's no need
For a selfie and wash
Your hands of all
The blood you have
Spilled...but first
Pour me some of that
And remember that
Love is all there is
Left so we are charging
Extra for it... Oh no...
This can't be, the world is
Grand and arguably
The best one we know
But still not a day passes
When we don't fall on
Our asses so let out the dark
And await for the light to embark
We are only sparks blazing up
in the long great night.

1/1/14
Where do we get the fight
Where does the spirit move us to
In this war movie we are in

What great theme have we
What message will be conveyed
As we slog on through the deep muddy

And over there someone tells us
Or here within says another
But still we are here lost in stuck land.

If we only worked harder or were
A million times smarter, then we'd
Get it...get what...it...the big it.

This has nothing to do with it
Nobody really knows anything
Just betting on their favorite...

But hey, we're still here for now
That's all we have for sure so
Might as well love and all that...

Ah yes, that's it.

12/22

What is reality or lack thereof
And work for the sake of looking
Occupied when there is no mountain
And we spit babies into existence
Then pass away on them and for what
We have no idea or no convincing one
But we devour and maim twiddling our thumbs
Maneuvering the rock up the hill only
To discover the Taco Bell is further away
Than thought, but we move on in this quest
For the pink slime of love, we go on forever.
Are we there yet? Why yes, we have always been there.
12/29

We partake of this ritual
Indulging the now to the max
We'll pay for it later
But til then we melt wax

You can't have everything....
There is too much to choose from
The courses continue forever
And no doggie bags and like Python
If you consume too much
You will explode, but in reality
you Will die.... You will die anyway
And who said anything about reality
You might as well gorge yourself
You might as well explode
Perhaps you will be seen from a distance
A spectacle, or you might fall flat
And bore the comatosed...but who cares
You're here, then you're not...if you have
The power to be good, then be good
And if you can only muster the minimum
Let that be your testament
But as for now, bring on the spit bucket and one more mint.
12/28

Looking Out For Number One ( you know where this is going)

Imbibing the water of life
It is in the seeking, not the truth
& the journey not the destination
Or the flowing of the river of our imagination
Or perhaps it is the secret knowledge
That you possess solely, hope springs eternal
& had you The absolute power you could put this world
Right...or at least get 2 new kidneys....but first...nature calls
& we must dance in the aisles
Entrance ourselves into believing
That there is something up there or within
Other than this...the joy of a good piss
The first sip of coffee, the hunger pangs
the first bite, the blood in our veins
The exhausted embrace after love is made
But the facilities are occupied
And that is where the plot thickens
The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak
And all we ask of god, the universe, or whoever
is in there...is to let us in...to take a leak.
It is said that we are 75 percent water
But we are all water, and we all seek our own
Level, we all seek release from the sphincter
That hold us back from the universe...
Wear your depends amidst your friends
& let it go when the time is right
And you are all alone in the long cold night
Until then...hold it in....until then.

12/27

Unconditional Love Song:
We are clouds
Wisps of vapor crossing the sky
Except you have gas...not I...
The saying goes: you are
A sight for sore eyes
Suggesting you might also be the cause
Of said suffering...I'm not implying,
I'm just implying...dig?
...and your singing could move mountains...
Nations...Continents...Worlds...
So please refrain... I love you
Just as you are...even if I must do it
From afar.

12/27

You have to admit
Every living thing
Is an invasive species
Conjured out of thin air
And carries with it the
Formula for joy and despair
With no reason included
We are all little utopias
and dystopias surrounded
yet secluded this cosmos fits
on the tip of a pen an infinite
Magnification within, dream lit
In the vast stillness, there we dance

12/26

Leaves crunch underfoot
And another thought dissolves
Lost are the mad plans I had
For the earth's salvation or destruction
I forget which...it all comes to nought
And here is where no memories
Can be sold or bought...we just amble
With our ears to the ground eyes toward
The sky knowing that rain will fall in
Some form or another...put your tongues out
Gather the libations of the stars
Be ready to travel far into the universe
We must tell the others the good news
And the cautionary tales and the love songs
Always the love songs...

12/25

Singing like a bird in flight
Before the sunset
The air crisp clear and a slight breeze pushing us
Wherever we are headed
Always looking forward to the next horizon
And I am wearing a frilly tuxedo
Dapper, fine, handsome, despite the greasy
Spaghetti stains that adorn me, we are all
Decorated with victuals and dreaming up our own
Rituals, seeking some defining epiphany, something
That captures the moment, that always holds us
Over...until the next flight.

12/24
Fruit basket:
There is a banana in my heart
And an apple in my brain
An orange in my belly
Melon in my chest
Tomato juice in my veins
Strawberries down below
And cherries, grapes on my toes
And raspberries on my lips
Blowing blueberry notes into the sweet night
The wine, the nectar, hanging in the ether
And I am just slowly turning into a prune
As are the rest of us....our destiny--ambrosia
Our presence is in perpetual bloom.

12/23

Criticism is indispensable but sometimes
You just need to be affirmed...to have your
Picture put on the fridge...to adorn the walls
With your scrawl... our ancestors sent text
messages through caves warning us of our foibles
but here in postmodernityland
We stumble around not knowing the signifiers
from the signified...all we can do is meander about
looking for some Meaning in this meaningless world...
Meanwhile...I just had a Pepsi throwback
and I know that this implies something deep...
But really...I have nothing...but gas...
I am certain that you wanted to know that...

12/21

We could all die at any time
So why sweat the small stuff
Let it go...who needs flossing, deodorant,
Hydration, nutrition.... Let it go
Just eat yogurt....without pause
And don't let the aliens abduct you
You never know what they might do
They might even turn you into a commie
with them anal probes
You can't be too careful these days
I mean why would Jesus put us here
if he didn't want to test our loyalty
With shotguns full of beef jerky and corn bread?
Some things just make sense.... Now it's your turn
Put the gun to your crotch and prove your manhood.

12/20

Crossing the bridge
With nothing solid to step on
But even so, long as we keep going
And don't look down... We might make it
And if we fall like the coyote, we will have
Entertained....we will have reached our acme
We will be remembered fondly... By the roadrunner
Who sits around getting fat, bored out of his bird brain
Longing for the days of being chased around the void.

1/4/14

This is no time for poetry
There is no time for poetry
There is no such thing as time
And there is no such thing as poetry

This is not a poem
This is not a poem
Ceci ne pas une poeme

We have all the time
And poetry in the world

This day will soon end
So will this poem
A new one will begin.

There is always a poem in waiting
Even after we close our eyes
For the final time...
We will become poetry
Itself...

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