"I am- yet what I am , none cares...

maxxed out the 5 dollar yard sale 2 gig AA powered ipod thingy
loaded it with jj cale, tom t hall, harry neilsson, warren zevon, bing crosby,
hawaiian slack key guitar, david lindley, dusty springfield, king crimson, leon redbone
lyle lovett,  nick lowe, randy newman, paul simon, ravi shankar,
ry cooder,  yamato japanesse flute, and several hours of
 andrew pessin lecures on "the philosophy of mind"

prepared for any mood or occasion
modern technology, ain't it grand

was forced into signing a petition today
which was online protesting internet piracy laws
couldn't proceed without signing
what the hell
you or i could not do that

"J.j. Cale

 Money Talks lyrics 

Money talks, it'll tell you a story
Money talks, says strange things
Money talks very loudly
You'd be surprised the friends
You can buy with small change
They say it's the root of all evil
They say gold is the king
Money talks, you'd better believe it
All that gold don't mean a thing
Rich people, hear those pockets jingle
Spare change, hear the down-and-outers cry
Money talks, tip-toe up behind you
Steal what they can,
Off the cuff or on the sly
Money talks
Money talks
Money talks


 the politically charged atmosphere vibrates with innuendo
 the landscape gets increasingly strange

herr gingrich extols the virtues of andy jackson
"who knew how to deal with his enemies...
he killed them"

my grandmothers grandmother was a choctaw infant
left with a white family in mississippi to be raised
as she would not have survived the "trail of tears"
this is andy jacksons legacy
killed more indians, more brutally than anyone.

herr gingrich has studied "modern european history"
i wonder if he remembers the policies and maneuvers
that led to the nazi party coming into power in germany
sure he does , he probably has them memorized.
no thanks herr gingrich

i don't understand it
i get a daily infusion of harassment
and i am such a lovable fellow
usually
sometimes

'I am- yet what I am,  none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost;
I am the self consumer of my woes."
                    John Clare (1793-1864)
              written at northampton asylum
back to the circus
mr. Cayetano

“And get back to your job...

 

new calendar

yesterday, t-shirt weather

today long underwear

hmmmm,  hmmmmmm

modified the diet recently

looked into the dumpster as I always do

sitting near the top was a small micro wave

i fished it out

smelled bad

rotten meat in a bag in the thing

not too much though

cleaned it out with bleach and soap

works fine

set it up and made tea

and cooked sweet potatoes

and popcorn

and more popcorn

and two cheap sausages

sort of meat flavored putty things

kk for $1.36 though

and more popcorn

Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm

quit eating at the “facility” where I am a “guest”

kept feeling, ah..sort of, ahh…”modified”

not the first time I had to cease and desist

with the vittles at a place like this

ya, know once you are in a place where

you are described as “homeless” you are subject

to all kinds of odd treatment

first of all you are guilty of poverty in a society

which cherishes wealth

 the fact that you are “homeless” makes you

a  criminal

so it is only right that you be “chemically modified’

‘cause as soon as you become homeless you are most likely going to break into the “good folks” homes

ravage their children and pets

steal grand-ma’s  antique jewelry

and piss on the side of the house

this is an interesting phenomenon

“homeless” equals criminal

and pissing on the side of the house

or light pole or dumpster certainly to

follow quickly

but, what are ya’going to do?

just deal with it.

hmmmm, hmmmmm

“For, I have learned, in whatever state I am, therewith to be content.”  Philippians 4:11

i learned a new word recently

BRICOLAGE

A person who engages in bricolage

Is a

BRICOLEUR

that's me

a bricoleur

i live a bricoleurs life

didn’t know it until now

thought I was odd or something

ya’ got to love the French

they have a place for everyone

hmmmmm, hmmmmmm

i have been wondering if the occ-u-pee wall street

folks have a second act ready

i read an interview with

John C. Bogle recently

big time wall street fellow

82 years old

nothing to lose

his company controls a trillion bucks worth of investments

he says-

“I’m selling my investment to you and you are buying it from me and it creates no value to society.

Indeed it subtracts value because the guy in the middle gets his peace.”

he says we do 40 trillion bucks a year in trading.

i remember Ralph Nader,

remember Ralph?

elections coming up

remember Ralph.

anyhow I remember Ralph saying

“look, we don’t need to bail wall street out

if we just tacked a small fee for these trades

and put it in a trust they would have the money

set aside to use in these calamities.

But no one listened to Ralph

anyhow Bogle hates the middle man

and so do i!

Hmmmmm, hmmmmmm

“I am the poor white, fooled and pushed

       apart,

I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars

I am the Red man driven from the land.

I am the immigrant clutching the hope I

    Seek-

And finding only the same old stupid plan

Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

                 “Let America be America again”

                    Langston Hughes (1902-1967)

Hmmmmmm,  hmmmmmm

i don’t mind being homeless

but I could not tolerate being hum-less

“And get back to your job of writing.

The job of the writer is to kiss no ass, no matter how big and holy and tempting and powerful.”

                                           Ken Kesey

got to go,

Mr. Cayetano