Intro

O full-orb'd moon, did but thy rays

Their last upon mine anguish gaze!

Beside this desk, at dead of night,

Oft have I watched to hail thy light:

Then, pensive friend! o'er book and scroll,

With soothing power, thy radiance stole!

In thy dear light, ah, might I climb,

Freely, some mountain height sublime,

Round mountain caves with spirits ride,

In thy mild haze o'er meadows glide,

And, purged from knowledge-fumes, renew

My spirit, in thy healing dew!

Goethe: Faust I.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Balls

Balls to your television
Your front pages
Your talk radio

Balls to your stories
What she did
What he said

Balls to your causes
Saving humans
Saving puppies

Balls to your fears
Of brown skin
And subjugation

Balls to your justice
Your straightfaced
Hollow righteousness

Balls to your movies
Your tried heroes
Your tired villains

Balls to your pride
In your family
In your land

Balls to your hobbies
Your card games
Your lawncare

Balls to your cuisine
You eat like
Fucking insects

Balls to your fashion
Your houses and
Their rack brands

Balls to your sex
Your cartoon lust
Your porcine fuckness

Balls to your "music"
For want of
A better word

Balls to your cars
With your payments
And your insurance

Balls to your facebook
Your myspace
Your friendster

Balls to your bookclub
Your heartrending
Tell-all nothings

Balls to Oprah
to Stern
and to Murdoch

Balls to paid vacation
Benefits
and 401 Ks

Balls to every police
Every C.O.
and every sheriff

Balls to every creep
Every thug
and every predator

Balls to the lot of you
and Balls to each of you.
Just ... effing ... Balls!

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