Thursday, December 20, 2012

There Will Be Blowback

And it ain't gonna be pretty. 

Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Fuck the Dead Children

The day after some psychotic asshole offed a bunch of children, the mainstream press praised him for something completely unrelated and didn't even mention the meaningless deaths of the kiddies. But that's typical coverage of Barack Obama's foreign policy. 

Friday, December 7, 2012

A Poem by Sarah Vap

A lot of cowboy poetry usually carries my heart no where but the urban gutter due to its utter badness. Here's a chick who breaks that emotional response. And, yes, I think we can call this (her work) cowboy poetry. Don't like that term? Why not? Sarah Vap grew up in Montana, and it seems as though she's fond of wearing a cowboy hat (or at least she presents herself that way). Which is good enough for me. 

We need to ask ourselves why there isn't more (American) mid-west or southwest  or southern poetry, cowboy poetry, country poetry, poetry that isn't locked in the ivory tower dungeons of pretension and elitism we call "academia". We need more Punk Rock poetry. Poetry in the streets. Or, say, poetry from the hills. Will a lot of it be bad? Of course. But then, there's a dick-load of bad poetry protected behind the wall of "higher education" where people with Ph.Ds tell us what's "good" and what's not, even when they're dreadfully, painfully wrong.  

Vap walks a fine line between these two worlds of popular accessibility and elite confinement, egalitarian arts and the fine arts, kitsch and modernity. And she walks it well enough for me to tip my hat to her. (But maybe she would then dismiss that as an act of patriarchy and subtle oppression.) Oh, well. At least my cow can't fear something eternal. Can yours?  

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Why I'm Leaving America

Reblogged from  Here's a very cool essay written by a 22-year-old kid who is now sailing around the world on his own. I say that takes some serious balls. It always warms my heart to see the youth revolt against the Empire. We should follow his lead, in our own unique ways. Declare your right to secession and independence from all governments and rulers immediately, at least in your own heart. And if the neo-nationalists screech, "love it or leave it!" consider what this brave son-of-a-bitch just did. 

After flipping one back to the herd, he said, "sure thing!" and sailed off into the future, becoming a pilgrim, a pirate and a true adventurer all at once. The Force is strong with this one, bitches. He is a true inheritor of the individualist spirit. The spirit of Henry David Thoreau. May the Powers of the Universe grant him safe passage through the seas, and let perish those perilous nation-states that wish him ill on his voyage. What a bad-ass. 

Monday, December 3, 2012

Are You an Incorrigible Anarchist?

A wonderul short essay expressive of Thoreauvian spirit and why more of us just need to get out of the city, kick back in the woods, have some fun, drink some beer, smoke whatever you smoke, shoot some stuff with your guns, and break some laws. Then, reality might just smack you in the face as you realize you're an anarchist.