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When the calendar turns twenty thirty
(Nostradamus speaks) When the calendar turns twenty thirty, O the frightened will flock to Florida; The burden will crack apart the party And the land sink into foul miasma.
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Silence Day Poem
I told the rabid mind to please shut up; Back it snarled, why don’t you shut the fuck up? Please, I said, just go to sleep for all time. Fat chance, it sneered: we would never wake up!
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In the last days, the frigid antipodes
(Nostradamus speaks) In the last days, the frigid antipodes will melt and flood away the lowlands; seas will rise and salt the coastal cities, and the homeless wander in angry bands.
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As the bright leaves of November flutter
(Nostradamus speaks) As the bright leaves of November flutter Across the barren fields like little flames, The poor will rise against the high born lords And set fire to their political dreams.
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The Transvaluation of American Political Life
What I find fascinating is the transvaluation of American political and social values. There is a huge shift going on that is much more than the rise of a Republican demagogue. America is cracking apart, and perhaps this is a … Continue reading
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Gun Control and Arms Control are Siamese Twins
How often does one hear in the discussion of gun control reference to the Siamese twin, arms control? The US does not only make and sell guns galore here in America, but makes and sells abroad guns, bombs, bullets, tanks, … Continue reading
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Sufism Reoriented not a spiritual lineage, but a priestly lineage. (Not my circus, not my monkey.)
Ivy Duce was confirmed by Meher Baba in 1952 as the murshida of Sufism Reoriented, an order derived from Inayat Khan’s Sufi Movement in America. He told her that he would help her and her students spiritually on the basis … Continue reading
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Laughing and partying to the end
Laughing and partying to the end, celebrating the wild girlfriend memory ablaze with pure fire; so sings the drunk and sober rend.
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The Problem Before Us
This election cycle has thrown confused America into bold relief like never before. The cool face of Neoliberalism is being vigorously challenged, but most still don’t know what the problem is all about. Obama’s suave eight years will give … Continue reading
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A Second Opinion
Rumbling and rumbling in the swirling gyre Rhetoric cannot hear the demagogues; Things fall apart; words snarl with vertigo; Mere bombast is flushed upon the world, A tsunami of hubris is loosed, and everywhere The pretense of intelligence is drowned. … Continue reading
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