Warfall

"But something was sliding down like a glacier from the gloomy
Mountains of the Unknown. Small and impetuous avalanches
were forming at the sides, but no one took any notice."

-----Insatiability, Stanislaw Ignacy Witkiewicz.


The present Wiki-Leaks episode is one of a series of turf battles the CIA/NSA is waging against the DOD. The growth of the Pentagon's dominance over intelligence agencies and its many shames(Iraq, etc)during the Dubya years angered a supine CIA/NSA. They are now fighting back. The Defense Department's idea of propaganda is cheerleading(shock and awe) or ignoring(nothing new!)---not very nuanced. Odd there is no honor amongst Imperial Thieves. This dispute is not about principles. It's about power over the huge intelligence apparatus in the US. Amusing they, CIA/NSA, are throwing their friends in the ISI under the bus and nary a mention of the explosion of Opium production and India's meddling. The Pentagon says nothing new and wants to punish those who "endanger soldiers"--Kierkegaard once said this is like idealism losing its "face in concrete conditions". It can only speak with a mushy mouth. Afghanistan will be the rubric under which the CIA/NSA will try to chip away at the overwhelming power of the DOD. The CIA/NSA snickers while the Pentagon blusters out more mush. When the Pentagon handles intelligence it rigs it for more war and defense expenditures. The CIA/NSA is scarcely better but hates the sloppiness of the DOD and rightly views it as counterproductive. We are seeing an internecine intelligence war between a greater and lesser evil here. The best we can hope for is mutual destruction.

Ultima Cumaei uenit iam carminis aetas.....

Romance of a Counterfeit Culture

Socrates: I am walking upon air and attacking the mystery of the sun.
---"The Clouds", Act 1, Scene 2, Aristophanes.


1. Too Hyped to Fail: Barack Obama and the Limits of Political Propaganda.

It really isn't a question of failure. He's doing a great job for those who
invested a great deal of money to ensure his victory. Bankers, Healthcare
Trusts and Big Pharmaceuticals are doing well enough. And he's dutifully
increased military spending, shelters criminals from the previous
administration, continues to torture, use rendition and now issues
assassination orders without due process on US Citizens. Oddly his DOJ
has attacked and indicted whistleblowers who leaked documents or film
proving the misconduct of the military or the previous administration......
His further reliance on private security firms(for profit) in intelligence
and military operations shows a man who has become Pandora offering
everyone fool's gold. The Fed(a private banking consortium) prints money
like Papal Indulgences ca. 1430 hiding the $600 trillion bubble in toxic
debt TBTF banks are desperately trying to dump into more public trusts.

2. Obese Americans are causing the Earth to spin slower and tilt.

Atlas is groaning. The Magnetic Pole is slowly shifting west and south. A
crowded room gets hotter.

3. Debt is the "Free Market" version of Original Sin.

We are entering a period of Finance Feudalism. Instead of landed
property, fiefs, lordshipand peasants we have credit and debt. Finance
Capital pens a Summa Pecunia(Aquinas meets the Chicago School)
and all things fall on the Procrustean Bed of Currency Fideism. The
Lords bestow credit to Villeins yoking themselves to Debt Peonage.
Universities operate like The Sorbonne in the Middle Ages. Instead of
a faculty engaged in propping up the Mother Church with Summas and
Apologias, they publish Apologias and Hagiographies for International
Banking, Globalism and the rule of faith based currency. As I have
mentioned elsewhere--this time the Monks are rewarded with real
treasures as they preach the hairshirt(austerity) to the masses.

4. When all is left to chance,
join the Reptilian Resistance!(Death of the Enlightenment)

Open Absurdism is a death knell. It rings daily. The disintegration of
moral and intellectual integrity paints a Byzantine tableau for the future.
When real values are debased to the exchange and "leaders' only concern
themselves with their ends, we get the meanness of Banks allowing an
Economic Crash, profiting immensely from it, and then asked to be the
sole oversight of a "recovery". One must paint this phenomenon by
highlighting the naked absurdism displayed. It is the same absurdity
in the BP Gulf spill. Absurdism in/action. The irresponsible are relied upon
to fix their malfeasance. In Healthcare Reform the most corrupt and costly
aspects of our healthcare system, Health Insurance Trusts and
US Pharmaceuticals, have been given free reign to "fix" the costliest and
least efficient healthcare in the world. We now have a privatized system
which hands more people over to their mismanagement and price gouging.
This hand over is financed by taxing people who have health insurance. The
entire circus is under the oversight of a former Wellpoint Executive VP.

And, most of all, we are still winning hearts and minds in Afghanistan!

Seven Year Day

Eyes unroll like braking wheels.
Wonder leavens languid reels.
Time distends precious and sure
a childlike patience for pleasure.

Somewhere,
a hemisphere away,
a refugee caravan
is slowed by rain
and I must sing it.

There is a whistle and then a blast.
The scent of cordite
buries hearts in ash.

This music never stays.
It harrows up days
in waves breaking ruin.

The Prophecy of J. Cooke, Solicitor General 1649

May the poor have a voice
Rising above the crest of arms
And sea of gold and title.


Sovereigns who claims their step
Sets upon the heads of their people,
Like a graceless fate, forsake Law.


To be held in silence,
Hidden from all eyes,
Is crime beyond terror.


It births the curses
Of torture, iniquity, and strife,
Nursing Imperium injurious.

Icarus

Chemtrail wings melt upon the blue page. 

Rays pour gold in open hands, the wage. 

Exalt the tones tucking shame in consonance. 

Every flight soars past spoken resonance. 

The pale affront here lies. 

Apostasy lifts eyes 

to seek Gods in bright skies.

Ipseity

It moves sinuously,
drawing in claws to
part locks lovingly.

It rises heedlessly,
pushing up skies to
fill day's pit endlessly.

Fear what must come.
The birth of this light
scalds solace dumb.

It dies easily,
drawn by zero
lastingly.

Vision

More have less
And the least
Take nearly all.

The tides carry fire.

Elders comfort distress.
They tell us Jesus comes
With a Sword:
The new CDO,
Eternally burning value.

All that fails shall be redeemed
By the green
Of His newly minted blood.


And then we will run free and careless
Over fields sweet and full of promise
As a financier's indulgent prospectus.

Care

Timid steps drain
down bright corridors,
rustling leaves trapped
in shafts of cold light.

Tears are staid.
Comfort never gives
like bone snows
inside her.

Golgotha

Devils' laughter scratches my ears.
I ascend slowly up the mount.
At the summit cruel arbors await.

The breeze blows a sweet angelus
as smoke spills from my orifices.

Magdalenes gather up balls of foil.
Forsaken, their care fails to move me.

What God would raise high the beam
only to depose my ascension?

Pile transgressions
on my striped shoulders.
Call it grace and fashion
redemption from squalor.

Carolyn

Her smile was a slap,
hard and bright
as snow-blind sunshine.

Nightfall,
the thief's chaste flight
cloaks loss in velvet umber.

In time blades 
dull past cutting
carve pointed smiles.

The Hidden Sea

I

In robes they gathered
under the rose

Kindling fulsome light
on their Mistress:

The Empire Militant,
Merchant and Corybant.


From shore to shore
Her varicose veins stretch
o'er the res publica.



II


Ahriman ascends
to shepherd fearful mobs
into a dark valley.
The land where monuments scream
protest of everything present.




III


Lucretius Iscariot took
the golden parachute.

Shorelight dies.

He takes comfort,
on high,
in distant shipwrecks.

Unmanned murders
honey death's ichor.

Arcana

It is not surrender
to plane limbs together.

Spread arms to
summon sunshine,
dig to drink
morning dew.

Fire sweetens sap above and below.
When Sun succumbs to Sea 

there is no smoke.

Floating Jaw

Head wrapped in hush,
drifting slowly down
Acheron.

Dreamt rivers of fire
washed my jaw's 
basin clean

As Sirens fastened their mouths
against the salty gales.

Tidyll

Waves break in bright 
clusters of stars.

On sharp coral 
they're ground 
to black holes.

Winds complement
the hypnotic  
oscillation.

Our first cry to light crests 
'til we succumb to shades.

Balzac, Maupassant and the New Church

In the Novels of Balzac, La Comedie Humaine, we see
the power of Bankers and Financiers wielding a Sword of
Damocles over the Ministers and Governments of France.
In "The Bureaucrats" one minister loses his livelihood by
daring to attempt a reform by cutting excessive waste in
Government. He is sacked by the combined efforts of financiers,
bureaucrats and journalists who profit from the arrangement.

Maupassant's "Bel-Ami" is a political novel about Journalism,
Finance and Government forming an Unholy Trinity of
Speculative Profiteering which dictates the policy of Third
Republic France. The protagonist is an amoral journalist.

Add "Globalism" and we have the Bankers and Financiers making
runs and profiteering on entire continents and modern nations. A
piously fraudulent legitimacy is given by the UN, but only when a
paved hell of profitable intentions, Austerity Measures, are yoked
onto the people by the IMF. The new Benedictines ask the people,
not themselves, to be ascetic and don the hair-shirt.

The Mother Church is now Banking and Finance. The Faith is
Speculative Capital. It takes the real treasures of laborers the
world over and lays them up in the blossoming Mystic Rose of
a beautifully full and abstracted balance sheet. Marx's adage is
proven: "Nothing makes money like money." His complex
theory of the accumulative centralization of capital is immediately
visible on a Global Scale, but treated as obscene(in the classical,
Greek, sense--Off the stage). This centralization becomes more
pronounced in Speculative(i.e. Liquid Capital Based) Economies.


This Theological Economy is never questioned by Political and
Journalistic Vassals.

Internet Superstar

My dressing room is a basement where the heating pipes leak until early March. The Internet Superstar loves Spring's warm enclose.

At work I am one with the machine. After the spiritual blight of day I return home to ascend from rubble into the pixellated firmament of Internet Message Boards. Constellations rise from every word I type. A Superstar strolls, bashful as a Deus Absconditus, midst the common folk of town. My secret is guarded fervently as Holy Men keep vigil over Sacred Relics. The strain of living this masterpiece erodes my spine.

An Op-Ed by a Friend(With an Excellent Comment)

Emergency help: Supply vs. demand Federal Way lettersFeb 09 2010
I have advocated for homeless children and their families in XXXXXXXX for 21 years.
Every day, I witness families desperate to keep their kids together and safe. Many times my staff and I can help with emergency services and temporary housing. But for too many children and their families, we must turn them away because we do not have room.
I looked back at how many children (MSC) in Federal Way had to turn away last year. Between Jan. 1 and Dec. 9, 2009, 2,712 children and 1,887 of their adult family members were turned away from shelter. That totaled 1,331 families struggling to stay together. Often, families have to split up to be housed. Many shelters do not allow teenagers or adult male family members. These staggering numbers only include those who contacted MSC for shelter space. Currently at MSC, there is a three- to six-month wait list. Shelters in XXXX County operate at full capacity on most days. Waiting for space likely meant disrupted sleep patterns and irregular school attendance for these 2,712 children. Some slept many nights with inadequate heat.
Unsheltered family homelessness is the hidden sect of homelessness. They stay hidden for many reasons, including safety and not wanting the homeless label for their children or themselves.
Think of that number 2,712 — that is enough children to fill six schools with an enrollment of 400-450 students. All 2,712 children without a permanent home! Isn’t it our ethical and moral obligation to insist that our government, at every level, is aware of these numbers and make housing for these children and their families a priority?
Please join me in contacting your local representatives and senators at (800) 562-6000) to ask the question: “How are you supporting the end to homelessness?"




Perhaps we should ask the so-called TEA Partiers how they propose we provide such services. Yesterday in XXXXXXX the mantra of these new champions of anti-Americanism was "Cut, Cut, Cut". They do not want to provide for those in need; they want to provide for their wallets, their gas-sucking SUVs, their height-of-market high-rate McMansions. They bark at the poor and homeless to "get a job" in the midst of nearly 10% state unemployment when even the jobs once only wanted by teenagers looking for mall spending money are being snatched up by postponed-retirees and offshored pink-collar workers looking to make ends meet. They don't have answers, they don't even seem to have a concept of the real world, but what they do have is an inordinate amount of sway in our state and national government run by nervous incumbent politicians.Call your senator all you want -- s/he's getting 10 times as many calls by loud, inept armchair pundits with lots of free time telling him/her to cut, cut, cut, and cut. They don't care what. They wouldn't even know what TO cut -- or realize the consequences of what they would cut -- they just want our government to stop doing anything that costs any money. (Except blow people up in the name of Jesus, of course.)

CPACalypse Now: The US Gov't Is What Glenn Beck Used to Be

There is a dark spectre undermining the greatness
of America. Akin to the Alcoholism that afflicted Glenn Beck
for years, it is making this great nation an addict in need of
"Drying Up". This enemy, or "addiction", is "Progressivism".
Yes, living wages have stayed static for 10 years and are on
the decline. Employee benefits have never been lower. Corporate
Executives are making more and paying less taxes now than
ever. Workers' tax dollars have gone to prop up the banking
and investment industry, and Progressivism, an Historical
movement to protect Workers and Citizens from being exploited
by Corporations and Government is to blame; even though they
have lost more than anyone in the past economic collapse.

Glenn Beck, a Radio DJ and Entertainer on
FOXNews(his own words for his vocation), is bewailing the
fate of a Nation he no longer knows. And he sees, like many
Dry Drunks who see everything they disagree with as being
similar to the problem they have overcome, it is drunk on Big
Government, hand-outs and continuing the sinful ways of
"Progressivism". He is drunk with these fermented ideas and
now, as a bizarre Minotaur of Self Help Guru and Televangelist,
preaches that Americans must face the truth, take some(more)
lumps and allow "Free Markets" and "Conservatism" to overcome
the evils of "Progressivism".

Only then can it wake up, "with a headache, tired, and bleary eyed",
to a new day. The United States must become the emotional development
of a recovering drunk. Now, Mr. Beck warns, it "won't be easy", but it
must be done to return to the sober principals of the "Founders":
Austerity for the people and more rewards for Corporate America.
Sobering up is tough folks. Ask any millionaire.

The Founders demand we continue killing Native Americans,
deny women and men without property suffrage, and consider
minorities as subhuman.

It is fitting he's a Mormon. Mormonism posits, explicitly, Native
Americans were cleansed from this continent as punishment for
denying Jesus during his alleged appearance in the Western
Hemisphere. They also have a history of bigotry towards other
minorities. A dry Mormon, like Mr. Beck, can't help espousing
his "cure" in this manner. A twelve step messianism drawn from
from his own battle with the bottle. How conservative.

Ganglion

The Sun pales,

shades unfurl.

Forests of frayed nerves 

shoot up tall weeds.

Night's implacable skeins tear.

Death discreetly forges havens.

Memorial

Voices pulse
softly, like rainfall,
into the ear
as sleep
neared.

Heels click
and a purse snaps
shut.

Lightning figures
it all
so brightly

the child
buries his head
under covers.