The Oracle made me work a bit today. She did make me think of this little book I’ve been making from a catalog I received in the mail. You can make poetry from anything, even blurbs written to sell you things.
if we listened as if we could remember the voices of angels in side trees of stars– what then?
would we hear the heart of the universe open our breath, awakening the foolchild to being?
I’m going to be taking a bit of a break until the end of the year as I have piles of things I need to attend to. I’ll try to visit the Oracle as usual though.
Eric Greitens, a leading contender for the Republican Senate nomination in Missouri, released a new video in which he is depicted as hunting RINOs (Republicans in Name Only).
“I’m Eric Greitens, Navy SEAL, and today we’re going RINO hunting.” Greitens says as he walks down a sidewalk with a gun in hand.
The video cuts to a house where Greitens, surrounded by what looks like a tactical unit, waits by the door. “The RINO feeds on corruption and is marked by the stripes of cowardice,” says Greitens. The unit smashes the door down and throws what looks like a smoke grenade. Greitens strides through the door. “Join the MAGA crew,” he says. “Get a RINO hunting permit. There’s no bagging limit, no tagging limit and it doesn’t expire until we save our country.”—(cnn.com)
nutty? I wish it were only the deranged ravings of a single unarmed man—but it is not fiction
actually millions are waiting with their guns– enchanted by, and obedient to, a simplistic lie
sordid words sprayed like stray bullets, shattering sanctity, all respect for life—the aftermath is death
Merril was correct when she said the wordlist from Oracle II generated on Sunday by Janedemanded a political response. Reading about Eric Greitens and his campaign ad today sealed it.
The headline haiku art and erasure poem are from my response to the Kick-About prompt a few weeks ago of the art of Basquiat. I painted on a page from the NY Times that interviewed Republican Congress members about their thoughts on gun legislation and listed the amount of money they had received from the NRA. Money talks, and erases the truth.
Guns
do something. question. sorry—guns are the problem. where it starts. guns. guns.
The Unprecented Project sends out random pages from Boccaccio’s The Decameron, a book about waiting out the plague, to be turned into blackout poems, embellished in whatever way you choose, as a way of commemorating our random participations in our own plague.
I sent away for a page, and above is the result. Halloween seems a good time for it. You can still participate, if you so desire. There is also always a changing cast of poetic pages to view on the website for inspiration.
listen your bone rattle they will continue to be unhappy unhappy for all time
K. 