Cool, I went to the school's psych today.

oh, finally she makes her appearance!

don't know if you've read but this thread went kind of downhill while you were gone.

all ok i hope, besides the botched band practice?

I have trouble going farther than this.



America how have I forgotten you in my mystery, with numbed eyes,
My mouth opens, the word implodes, and freezes the hairs of my tongue,
Television waves explore my secrets intimately,
And lays them out in the dreamscape of your chaos, America.

There's nothing on the edge over there,
City landscapes obliterated by burning minds,
Small towns forget me in their brilliance,
Falling winking hands come at you.

man, that reminds me of allen ginsberg, look:

(sorry, it's long)

America I've given you all and now I'm nothing.
America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956.
I can't stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb
I don't feel good don't bother me.
I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I'm sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke?
I'm trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I'm doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for
murder.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there's going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right.
I won't say the Lord's Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over
from Russia.

I'm addressing you.
Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine?
I'm obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie
producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven't got a chinaman's chance.
I'd better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals
an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and
twentyfivethousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in
my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic.

America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his
automobiles more so they're all different sexes
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they
sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the
workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party
was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother
Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have
been a spy.
America you don're really want to go to war.
America it's them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take
our cars from out our garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our
auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations.
That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers.
Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set.
America is this correct?
I'd better get right down to the job.
It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts
factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway.
America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

Yeah it does, that's what I thought. Did I ever tell you Ginsberg is my favorite poet.

i like how whitman -> ginsberg

I see, I wish I could debate this but going out to dinner, with you know who.

have fun!

i should get some work done. i'm thinking of taking tomorrow off.

heh, i noticed.

all is well. band'll get better once it's fba time and we can truly rock the hell out.

victor- howd the meeting with the psych go?

i cant sleep AT ALL.

funny, i think im going to stay up all night & finish this project & tomorrow do nothing.

victor went to dinner w/ the friend-boy i think. i had forgotten his meeting was today! i read that on pm & didnt know was public knowledge he he. but now the cat is out of the bag!

your band-- what do you guys play?

i have to go to the old house & get my pedals & noise stuff.

ps - gotta go make pizza. back in a bit.

Wait what the fuck? I just saw them an hour ago, and it was my first time hearing them. Some of my friends are friends with AIDS Wolf, and Chinese Stars are friends with them, so they hooked us up with a basement show. I wish the turnout was better becuase it was a basement show, but I really enjoyed it! I barely hear bands that put a lot of focus on the drum and bass, with a guitarist, synth and vocalist with a fast-paced alternating vocal range. It was enjoyable.

And hey Jade! How does the carpet look?

ok, here's the deal:

saturday, juana molina is playing here, i haven't heard diddly squat of her music but i figure it would be interesting right? the problem is, tickets are $35 u.s. dollars aprox.

then, there's an awesome out of town band that's coming to play here this weekend, they are called descartes a kant (www.myspace.com/descartesakant they opened for yyys and sy in their hometown of guadalajara, check them out); they are playing a show tomorrow night at a place i got banned at some point and would have to pay to get in and then they are playing a free show on saturday (i can pay my way in on friday's show but i'm planning on buying whatever merch they have).

i guess i could make it to the friday show if i was to go to juana molina, but is she worth $35 bux? if juana molina's show wasn't happening, i would rather go see descartes a kant on saturday.

so whatdaya think?

i'd see descardes. i like what i heard of juana but 35 is pricey to me.

'night jade i gotta go!.....

$$$

dammit, those fucks didnt pay me today :mad::mad::mad:

Hello.

hey dude

Hey, how are you?