Waging WAR on Ignorance, Intolerance & Injustice!
“You didn’t make yourself a poet – you entered a situation in which there was poetry.” — Derek Walcott
(Apparently, I’ve avoided those situations for the majority of my life! So much of poetry is alien to me, and if you can’t readily understand it, you can’t write it. I did compose a haiku a few years back, and it got a nice amount of Likes. So, I guess even the blind squirrel finds a nut, from time to time! Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
English: For the youth, Idols of Rock and Pop Music Deutsch: Für die Jugend, Idole der Rock- und Popmusik :*Graphics by Antonia Graschberger :*Ausgabepreis: 70+35 Pfennig :*First Day of Issue / Erstausgabetag: 14. April 1988 :*Michel-Katalog-Nr: 1362 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
“If my poetry aims to achieve anything, it’s to deliver people from the limited ways in which they see and feel.” — Jim Morrison
(Seems to me that this is the aim of most poetry. Is there a big difference between a poet and a lyricist? Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
Maya Angelou visits YCP! 2/4/13 (Photo credit: York College ISLGP)
“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” — Maya Angelou
(For all you ignoramuses out there . . . like me, you might have entertained the possibility of fearing an untold story, or maybe even wearing an untold story. Right? Hey, it’s poetry. She’s a poet. She can say what she want! Sure, I was leaning towards bearing, until I looked it up and confirmed it. Thanks, BrainyQuote! But, you could make a poetic argument for any of the three words. Be well and do good, friends.) — YUR
Carl Jung (Photo credit: Bruno Amaral™)
“Warmth is the vital element for the growing plant and the soul of the child.” — Carl Jung
(Who knew Carl Jung was such a poet??? The ideology we pump our children full of is completely meaningless, unless we embrace them in our arms of love. Be well and do good, friends. Abrazos!) — YUR
(All apologies to Tommy Ramone)
Spitzkrieg Slop
Hey, ho! Let go! Hey, ho! Let go!
Hey, ho! Let go! Hey, ho! Let go!
They found out I am Client 9
I stepped upon a land mine
Matt Lauer’s losing his mind
The Spitzkrieg Slop
They found out I paid 4 grand
Joe Bruno told me: Pound sand
I’ll soon be using my hand
The Spitzkrieg Slop
Hey, ho! Let go. Shoot me in the crotch now
What they want, for me to go
They smelled blood, what a show
They’re foaming at the mouth now
And Silda’s having a cow
My girls’ll hear it, and how
The Spitzkrieg Slop
They’re piling on in Wall Street
Because they know I’m dead meat
They’re kicking me in the seat
The Spitzkrieg Slop
Hey, ho! Let go. Shoot me in the crotch now
What they want, for me to go
They smelled blood, what a show
I cheated on my haus frau
She’s gonna make me say: Ow
She’ll take away my kids now
The Spitzkrieg Slop
They’ve gotten up my behind
So now I’ve got to resign
The poontang wasn’t THAT fine
The Spitzkrieg Slop
Hey, ho! Let go! Hey, ho! Let go!
Hey, ho! Let go! Hey, ho! I’LL GO!!!
Who luvs ya, babies? Your Uncle Rave does.
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Spam Message of the Year!
Published February 15, 2012 Blogging , Commentary , Media Leave a CommentTags: Blog, Nonsense, Poetry, Spam, Travel
. . . Well, so far, at least!
Every single day I receive varying amounts of spam, which WordPress is very good about filtering out, from the legitimate comments. Usually, the spam is full of complimentary praise, designed to get you to accept it. But, it’s always so non-specific to the post that it’s allegedly commenting on, and the English is generally very suspect.. Other times the spam is just a mish-mosh of letters, numbers and symbols, mixed in with the occasional words and phrases. However, every so often you get a spam message that doesn’t fit the mold. I received this one the other day, and for some reason, I feel compelled to share it with all of you!
“if the buffalo in my head could speak german i would not know a god damm thing. What i do know is that the language of art is out of this world. 977229” — Wollin@aol.com
How wonderfully quirky! It’s both strangely cryptic, and semi-poetic. Again, the English – and the spelling – is very suspect, in parts, but it has a whimsical quality to it. I have no idea whose email address this is, and very likely it has been cloned/hacked, but if someone wants to write to this person . . . feel free! No, I’m just kidding! You’d either be just adding to this person’s misery, or you might even open yourself up to being hacked/cloned. Just enjoy this for the random nonsense that it is. Be well, do good . . . and search for hidden beauty, friends. — YUR
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