Love Letter to John

We took th' Blacks
Boys steal from Zeppelins
Happens in the trades
Kintu space, relax
Flexing speckled harlequins
Have pulled the grace of spades

Got to say
My life has a purpose
With nothings so few
What can I relay
My whole bluffing circus
And it's not strictly you

When you have no sense
What you have
Cuts the core
Then you have new sense
What you have
Still wills more

Ancient bung beetles ten
Cow tongue slowly
Left, right and complete
More heedful men
Meet the solar holy
Branded feet

Mind Games is only worth playing
Jackelopes radio for scraps
Well and just - I think that John stares
Asked for music, staying
Pounded down into the salty taps
Lightning and glitterlight mirrorless cares

Still Sleeping with Censorship?

According to the yahoo news headline, Russian Communists want to ban the Indiana Jones film. Way to show that you've changed, reds. Why don't you just shoot Spielberg. That would really show them you mean business. Or how about you just stick to your economic principles and start listening. In other words, quit whining. Sometimes people disagree with communists. Sometimes people even make up adventure stories. I once made a movie about a communist. To be fair that movie should have been banned, but only because of the part where the communist rapes the film projector. Not suitable for anyone.

Growth and Culture

Today there was the movie
Today there was not just that

Tickets
Receipts
Receipts will print before the Tickets
Prove it
Jelly beans
Trivia
Sequence
I know who James Band was
I know who he was and when
Sucked though
Horrible
Too many babies
Violent
Its real
That baby knows it is
The parents

Take them out
But nothing
You're hurting him
"Give that kid a sour patch kid
For God's sake"
At least they
At least they
At least they

At least

I mean

I hope they enjoyed the film

Plug your ears, son.

"Forget the sour patch kid
Bring on the baptism"

Contagious

She's pretty
She's got better
She's getting better
Her face is floozy
Her arms angelic
Her waist a wonder
Her gravity goddess

Tell her, you fool

Too bad for me
I don't have the heart

But I can't tell her that
She won't like that at all
So I'll be lying to her
No matter what

This is my stop
"I love you!"

Fucking idiot

Undesirable

Rifling through peopled mains
Friends undiscovered
Strangers plenty familiar
For faces are faces too
Thank you painful old sailor
Hammering your hands
Addicted to repairs
Level your ignorance
Or bend your knee
And take a big long drink
As little guppies
Scum for food
Pondering the pond

An English Play

An English Play
by Thomas Anawalt

An English Play

In thickly representative accents, the actors take their stage. A gathering of kings, if you will. They have with them an American in a cage.

Scottish: (Speaking to the American, slowly) American preservation of the arts...it makes me sick! American preservation of the arts...(getting very honest, even with himself, but quickly and cooly spoken) how poorly we treat the films that money sniffers can't distinguish with heads so far up their own craphole. It sickens me.
Orson Welles was treated poorly as an artist, didn't trust him. As an artist. Could if they wanted to do. But, then again. It could be wrong. (the English and the Irish are drinking) Could be thinking up some kind of pinball machine. A pinball machine that doesn't work. Of blind men- (returning to the Scottish and Irish but still talking to the American) Speaking of blind men. Jacks going to stay where he is for the time being. He wanted to be here all along. Didn't you, Jack. You have to fight your way out. I know it's crazy, but can't you see what I'm trying to tell you I love you. Groucho Marx said that. Can't you see what I'm telling you, I love you. Jack's going to stay where he is. He wanted to. Jack. You have to fight. I know, it's crazy - can't you see what I'm telling you - I love you. Marx. Do you remember? Can't you see what I'm trying to tell you, I love you. He sang. Yes he did. He sang. At least with his eye. His eye sang.

English: These bodies are not with the king that set up to tell stories. Of nothings. They riddle and ramble getting fool 'vices whilst vicing the fools. From any one who will offer them. I have seen it and will 't bare it no more. The players shall be killed. The idiots shall be killed where they stand. But enough on that. I've taken action! That's about everything.

Irish: Didn't expect so much rain.

Scottish: But enough on that. I've acted and done a bit of editing and documenting. Pinter and Shakespeare, some other William, Russian, The Iliad. That's about everything.

English: Thursday it was supposed to come.

Irish: Well, it should have then.

Scottish: Look at all that smoke. Can you see it?

Irish: Slow down. Take it in.

English: Can't take in smoke. That's hardly supposed to be what we do.

Irish: I didn't say take it. I said take it in.

English: Well I'm not deaf!

Scottish: Don't look at me.

English: Give it a rest then.

Irish: Make a job of it.

English: Health haven't you, you suffering pig.

Irish: Just enough to keep the home fires burning.

English heardsman: Oh Nooooooooooooooo.

Irish: Now what in the name of balding joseph's wrong with you?

English heardsman: I was pick up the weedsp eye yokel and trampled out to find just ending over there-

English: (approaching) Where did you find that- (as the heardsmen starts) come here! (he grabs the heardsmen's collar)

English heardsman: I half done not'n wrong!

English: Backwards heardsman!

English heardsman: (referring to his pants) I like it backwards!

Irish: Seconded you old trout! (points to his own pants, either to indicate that they too are backwards or that he wishes they were)

English heardsman: I neuur done anuthing to hurt no-one. Een't a fellah got rightin' tarun out a society?

Irish: Gotta pint!

English heardsman: As though it came from somewhere in my blood I had the appropriation to leave and just before I did just before I did. This gentleman assaulted me. I'll have none of it.

English: I'll give ya one.

(English brandishes his broadsword in a yell, kicks him to the floor, and cuts the man's head off. But as this happens, the curtain is drawn on the course of time for these men. They freeze. All except for Scottish who applauds and hurls great Scottish laughter, glaring at the American in the cage. The American, transfixed to the beheading, aches for a better look at the sword, craning his neck for a peek at the slaughter, only in a slight freeze, it is a freeze and stare, accompanied perhaps by deep breathing. Hold for Scottish laughter.)

Sugar in the Raw

The young Jimi funks out to Day Tripper
Yes
Yes
Yes thrice and again
Twice then two
Pamela fuel in the vestibule
Making something you never have done
O
Gross explication
Fight fuck down
Luminous biological fixings
Who are you, sun shining, without me to receive your rays

Dream

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i am bored
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Judaism and Christianity and greater Islam, Practiced in Iraq

Here you can say what you damn well please!
And what is important is freedom of Practice,
Freedom being something which takes accountability
For any action of violent intent
With his own life
(upon his own everlasting soul)
That is the doom of politicians
And those who feed on the innocent

I think that a strange brew and good for you
We piddle and raincheck and gamble green
jk
Doesn't it rain then and check do we not
For our own sake and something forgot
Or not ever to be spoken of perhaps at all
Or pushed aside and broken and looked at and
Not a sigh or grin but something killed and something dead
And I am frightened of the people

Please God save me from people who kill without knowing if I am their enemy
The idea of an enemy revealing himself to be an enemy is a code of fighting
I am not your enemy
I am not your everything
I am not your obvious
I am not your liquid
I am not your balls
I am not your scratches
I am not revealed

As long as I stand on American ground let my president preserve me
And let me gaze shore upon shore.
And grant a mountain or two and cliffsides which I
Respect and fear
And sue to conquer
And eagles

Do not let the eagle become something other than an eagle, for the American way has strayed to forget the eagle itself. Not for its predatory nature, but for the fact that it flies and survives alongside. We're cancerous and wasteful.

Most of all we have forgotten ourselves

I am pleased to meet you

Great

Please check out some of the features of land, which God has made perhaps by erosion, and has not meant to be forsaken for its natural beauty. That means what you find with your eye is not yours to penetrate. There's more to such things than sight, and yet your eyes may play a-part. This land is your land this land is our land from California to the New York island, from the redwood forest to the gulf stream waters. This land was made for you and me. Some read that "We can therefore shape it as much as such suits me." My mountains, my valleys, my plains aren't anyone's suit except to see
It wears you
If you only knew
How to wear it properly

Breaking News!

Stephen Colbert during last night's broadcast, made a little slip. It seems that when telling himself to stay angry at arch nemesis Korean pop star, Rain, Colbert referred to himself using a pronunciation hitherto unheard of. Most know the silent t of his name and the pronunciation "Coal-Bear," but last night the bronze medalist of influence was distinctly heard saying "Fight it, Coal-Burt, stay angry." Which is it, Mr. America man? Which is it?? Has your enemy caused you to faltaire? ...falter.

Progress

He's afraid of Black people
But now he laughs about it with a brother
And they stare at one another kissing

Squash Banking Conservation of Wealth

God told GW that he could hide in the Republican party
I don't need to listen to his whole speech to know that he's not going to tell me anything that they don't want to hear
I mean like any panderer
But that's where the Geebs is cleverer than some
Budweiser-drinkin' style, without the ummm...

Daily Doodle

I want to become a Republican
To eat their fucking heart
And once inside my belly
Maybe the fucking will be okay with itself
Funny how they do not bleed

An Open Letter to Jon Stewart

Dear Jon Stewart,
I have watched the Best, no, Not Just the Best of Larry Sanders. Have you seen it lately, because given where you are now its fun to see how you've always been cool. I am currently watching your April 29th broadcast. Booyah to the side-kick awesomeness. Nobody but you can make that shit work. I miss Ed Helms. I miss Vance DeGeneres. But what of that? Now The Daily Show with Jon Stewart has bigger fish to... Hey. Unclean.
And here comes Newt. Fuck him. Seriously. Bill Forstein wrote the whole thing most likely. That's the kind of phony he is. Studying McCain. Idealism v. Cynicism in your work, are you kidding me? That any Republican would feel good about ... ? Woman versus Black, the Republicans scoff. If any Republican listened to Senator Obama's speech and didn't cry, it's no wonder he would now accuse you of cynicism... Being hateful?!?!?! Is that what Wright is??? Puh-fucking leeeeez. This is a guy who is responding to a presidential candidate who essentially and very factually has retorted that black people are not angry, but are more complex and, yes, are not all about the intensity of rhetoric with which Wright chose to show his faithful condemnation of a corrupt body of politicians which has always been present in this country. Obama is trying to speak for more than just those who understand what Wright feels or had to express. Newt talks of Wright getting even. It's more about Wright reminding people that he is more than only what he has been blown up and decontextualized to be, but still has stuck true to his perhaps limited perception of the world. I still think Hillary should drop out.

Well at least Newt's for promoting books.

Thank you for making the airwaves a little saner.
-Thomas Anawalt, Columbia University '09