Monthly Archives: April 2012

Carbon Moment

The carbon moment
feeding the chain
a locomotive
within our brain.

Tasteless, wordless
the plumes of steam
a vapor of soma
riding our dream.

On to Edge City
over cliffs and mountains
into the valley
of eternal fountains.

A warty green man
welcomes you with a flute
as the train slow down
to take a toot.

You feel it now
underneath understanding
that you’re actually here
and not where your standing.


“To see all of a mountain, do you climb to the peak, or do you adore it in awe from afar? To know Civilization, do you not then need to go to its fringes, to Nature, and glance back to see it more clearly?”

Plato’s Sun

“And what shall you see?”

said the sun to the cave.

“I shant, I will just be.

My sanity, I can save.”

“Ah, but feel upon your calm

and you shall know chaos.

I beg of you, behold the dawn,

your words are at a loss.”

“Twas a phrase wrought of spite,

why tremble my stone?

Your height is my might,

I am your lofty throne.

“It is not you that holds me high,

It is I who raises you like bread.

But, how would you know,” sigh,

“your shadows are dead.”

“Why do you stab me so?

What ray to you ride?

This and that I must know

lest you decide to hide.”

“Dolt! It is shadows that lurk,

they flee through my  compassion

oozing from the depths of your murk,

rising from the smallest of passions.”

“Sun, Oh Sun,

the road to Prestige flows both ways.

One can see by your light,

and one that one can’t by night.

It does not matter which


takes the people,

for they travel both

with De∞light.

In Awe of the Winter Solstice

Cold, stinging the hands and nose,

frost, delicately placed to disappear,

ice, slowly sealing in the spirits of water.

These are the tidings of a winter solstice.

Down to the reservoir to see…

on the shore, two young men,

speaking of scented oils,

speaking of a coming awakening.

As something watches me,

I creep behind a small fir,

listening, watching, breathing,

until they walk right by.

Out on the soft ripples my gaze,

dance between the trees and sky,

follow a flock north-east to the Mount,

wider yet, to let in still morning awe.

I imagine how the river used to be,

much lower it would have been.

I imagine the dam gone,

so that the salmon did spawn again.

Back up to the surface, to now,

there is a co-motion, the geese

in clans paddling for middle ground,

there is one, flying all around.

Diving ballet, defying the water,

with a white tail, this is no fowl play.

Truly, a bald eagle, a shepherd,

a trickster, a laughing dancer.

It dives among the factions of geese,

not one of either dare go aloft,

but rather scuttle on the surface,

honking this way, and honking that.

Again and again the eagle,

one flock up & around to the other

it taunts with no remorse.

Playfully, now ears hear it laughing.

moving the flocks in circles,

choreography undefined and definite.

it begins to bore of those

that don’t dare, take flight.

Eagle flies just over the water,

away, leaving the two flocks

to vie and paddle as they may.

Eagle fly with the wind, north-east to the Mount.

Tea Party Time Machine

A plea to the Tea Party, and a warning to Renters.  Tea party front man Judson Phillips said on CBS…

“But one of those [voting restrictions] was you had to be a property owner.  And that makes a lot of sense, because… you actually have a vested stake in the community.”

The Farmer’s Revolt of 1689 in N.Y. was the effect of 3/4 of the land owned by 30 aristocrats who deemed renters uneducated.  In 1833 Seth Luther wrote the “Address on the Right of Free Suffrage”, a response to the voting monopoly of landowners in R.I., dubbing them  “small potato farmers”.  The Dorrs Rebellion during the 1840’s was the outcome.  P.A. was the 1st state to abolish this regulation, and by the 1860’s most white adult males could vote.  No one is 150 years old… corporations and time-machines excluded.

Native American Indians, African Americans, Women, non-English speakers/immigrants, and young adults 18-21 fought to vote, many never did.  Keep in mind that while Andrew Jackson ‘champion of frontiersmen’ openly fought for voter rights, he also sent armys to break strikes at canals and RRs.

Renters pay taxes, at the very least the property taxes deferred by their landlords (some states charge rent tax), and where there is tax there is representation, or, aka the original motivation of the Tea Party.  To claim that renters don’t have a vested interest is unfounded and ignores their many contributions to their land-base, in wars, taxes paid and in their communities (e.g. this letter).

In Siskiyou as of ’09’ (and in the U.S.), 33% rented (factor in the increasing rate of foreclosures by corporations and the crashing economy), while 66% owned (excluding corp. entities).  Siskiyou’s population was 44,634, meaning that 14,729 people (or 37.2M U.S. households), couldn’t vote.  You might know, are, or may even become one of these people.