Modern alert
plague is here
burn your TV
exterminate fear
Image breakers
smashing TV
American heroes
burn to be free
plague is here
burn your TV
exterminate fear
Image breakers
smashing TV
American heroes
burn to be free
— Media Burn, Ant Farm (1975)
I love waking up and seeing a tree of heaven
Woke up at 4 am today, and don’t know why. Sort of a believer if your internal clock tells you that it’s time to rise, I comply and start the day.
Heard the birds chirping outside my window and came to the realization that the best time for thinking is around 2am-7am. Why? Well, for many reasons, but mainly because it is still; everyone else is resting.
Vitality shows in not only the ability to persist but the ability to start over
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
…the greatest change we need to make is from consumption to production, even if on a small scale, in our own gardens. If only 10% of us do this, there is enough for everyone. Hence the futility of revolutionaries who have no gardens, who depend on the very system they attack, and who produce words and bullets, not food and shelter.
—
-Bill Mollison (Cofounder of Permaculture)
Rick Von Slonecker is tall, rich, good-looking, stupid, dishonest, conceited, a bully, liar, drunk and thief, an egomaniac, and probably psychotic. In short, highly attractive to women.
— Metropolitan
Posted April 18, 2012 at 1:52pm
MENDING WALL
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
And spills the upper boulders in the sun,
And makes gaps even two can pass abreast.
The work of hunters is another thing:
I have come after them and made repair
Where they have left not one stone on a stone,
But they would have the rabbit out of hiding,
To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean,
No one has seen them made or heard them made,
But at spring mending-time we find them there.
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill;
And on a day we meet to walk the line
And set the wall between us once again.
We keep the wall between us as we go.
To each the boulders that have fallen to each.
And some are loaves and some so nearly balls
We have to use a spell to make them balance:
‘Stay where you are until our backs are turned!’
We wear our fingers rough with handling them.
Oh, just another kind of out-door game,
One on a side. It comes to little more:
There where it is we do not need the wall:
He is all pine and I am apple orchard.
My apple trees will never get across
And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
He only says, ‘Good fences make good neighbors’.
Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder
If I could put a notion in his head:
‘Why do they make good neighbors? Isn’t it
Where there are cows?
But here there are no cows.
Before I built a wall I’d ask to know
What I was walling in or walling out,
And to whom I was like to give offence.
Something there is that doesn’t love a wall,
That wants it down.’ I could say ‘Elves’ to him,
But it’s not elves exactly, and I’d rather
He said it for himself. I see him there
Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top
In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed.
He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”
-Robert Frost
But what time period are YOU from? I’m thinking… German art scene before the war. Absinthe, Berlin, abstract expressionism. Maybe some hashish, three lovers. Husband died, inherited the money, is seen in furs and roadster. Ambivalent about both the Nazis and the Jews.
A figure carved out of modernity.
— ABL
Posted April 17, 2012 at 10:03am
