From MadHaiku, via MasterCowfish:
peer over the edge
and stare into Sitemeter
Sitemeter stares back
You want Zen?
You can’t handle Zen, motherfucker.
Whatever you call them, you are wrong.
Whatever they call you, they are wrong.
Now, dear one, tell me: where do you call to? And to whom?
The true call is silent and there is no misunderstanding it
once your ears are tuned to hear it.
channeling the late, lamented and demented Robert Anton Wilson
via Daily Kos. Twain would not permit this to be published until after his death, and given the potential for blowback I think we can all understand why. It reminds me of nothing so much as William S. Burroughs’ Thanksgiving Prayer. Watch the film on YouTube here.
O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle — be Thou near them! With them — in spirit — we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe.
O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it — for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet!
We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is the ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
cross-posted from running through rain
“If you remove yourself to the extremity of land’s end and that’s still not good enough, and people come down and deliberately stir you up and tell you that you are taking up too much room in Australia, where would you go? What would you do? Anytime Australia, or the Establishment, is so particularly threatened by one man living quietly, then we are not the same Australia we thought we were.”
Jhyimy “Two Hats” Mhiyles,
the Caveman of Bondi
From naomi:
what’s the difference between a new-ager and a pagan?
about $75,000 a year