From NOEBIE.net
the diovan takes hold and the palpitations come
i am dizzy
frightened and i
need to pee
but i dare not leave
the family
surgery
waiting room
a man i’ve not even met
is cutting her
this waiting is always
the worst part
at least it has been all of the other times
i hope it’s the worst part
today
30 years defending poor blacks
and this undermines those efforts
his wife, in the 2012 election, denies leaking
elin nordegren
came close to brief comment:
“i wouldn’t dress up.”
he suspects that enforcement
is calling for white performers
who use black paint
for a protest
and then gag his opponents
the other republican running was part of a couple’s costume
the former lead
which began making a job that he’s not capable of
tried to explain, hearkening back to a style
to bow out of and act out
insulting black stereotypes
like a battered tiger woods.
days of slavery
persisting for decades
but what has given fuel to the president of the local 9-iron?
i measure the morning by the
coffee left in the brown mug
i wait for her phone calls
i arrange the ones and zeros
i check my blood pressure again
one-twenty-three over seventy-four
heart rate fifty-six…not bad
she doesn’t call very much anymore
we are both busy at work
we are settled into our routines
maybe i ought to call her
i wouldn’t know what to say
just “hello” and “i miss you”
i guess that’s all i’ve got
half a mug of coffee left
the street sweeper just came by
maybe it’ll help with the drainage
wonder if she thinks of me
in the beginning we could spend hours on the phone or in chats going on and on about everything and sometimes we’d argue but we’d also laugh and we were so in love it just seemed like we couldn’t stand not being in contact for even a few minutes and the long distance bills were insane in fact it probably almost paid the rent just the savings on the phone bills once she moved down here
the coffee is cold and bitter
i arrange the ones and zeros
abstract and mathematical representations of things
wonder if anybody even notices them
google probably and also san francisco
at least i think they notice
i feel very abstract myself sometimes and i don’t know whether that’s something to worry about or not since it’s certainly not unique in the world at least from what i can tell from my friends on twitter and it’s not even particularly unique to me though it seems to be more common now than it was in the past or maybe i’m just able to articulate it a little better now or i think i am
i think i am going crazy
at least sometimes i think so
sometimes i just think i’m spoiled
i expect too much from life
weird tapping sound outside the window
dripping of some sort or another
it just got quieter and faster
i’m not really isolated or whatever
i have my ones and zeros
google’s algorithms stand at the ready
they wait for my next transmission
google this is me
google we have a problem
google she used to call me
cold bitter coffee ones and zeros
one-twenty-three over seventy-four
not bad
but let us of the deadly atom, yet torch
become the prey of hostile
subject to proof.
The dark powers of destruction
and villages across the globe
unleashed by science
signifying that first revolution.
That first revolution.
those peoples in the huts
Which divide us.
hope unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us
explore the stars, conquer
and bitter peace
the absolute uncertain balance of terror
undoing of those human rights
for we a new generation of Americans
born
dare not forget today cooperative ventures
the United Nations, our
our adversary,
we offer not the absolute power
to destroy
of its terrors
Let every nation know, tiger ended up inside.
Ended up inside.
stays the hand of mankind’s renewal, as well as change
it is both racing
to alter that we share,
never fear to negotiate
for we are the heirs
let word go forth from this forum for invective
for in this century, tempered by the hand of God
oppose any foe, liberty.
Any foe, liberty.
Communists may be doing it, pay any price, bear any shield of the new
and time and place, to friend final war.
Friend final war.
Arms are sufficient.
the common ruin
of social rank
the means developed
the old ones
paved the way
demand ever rising
the rising bourgeoisie
took its place
new conditions of oppression, new navigation, railways extended
in the same rapid development
same rapid development
the new markets
no longer sufficed
bourgeoisie and proletariat
from class antagonisms
from class antagonisms
commence, middle ages.
combinations together
meaning of means
feel the room
we swayin’
everyone:
resistance together…works
the time connection
strange
expected that
everyone together, connected
hope gently
not connected
connected
and connected
but specific of meaning
events meaning
combinations is acausal
expected inconceivable. on causal chance
closer
readily are inconceivable
closer
examine their reflection
impossible connection to all
it’s a poor sort of memory that only works backwards
polished difficulty
telling gently impressive
retort resistance. strange.
into the against beetle,
into hope broke I
what together – so together together…
that everyone
they
(that means everyone)
touched religion
go on
Young Americans came on the radio on the drive back from dropping my daughter off at school this morning. When this album was released in 1975, I was a DJ in my hometown’s first disco, The Hideaway. This song, along with Fame from the same album, were my favorites in the stacks that autumn. They had an authentic, organic sound grounded in Philly Soul, and thoughtful lyrics that went way beyond most of the rest of what we played, which I found to be repetitious and trite.*
I’d heard lots of Bowie before, of course, and couldn’t resist the hooks in songs like Space Oddity or Suffragette City or Rebel Rebel, but his persona put me off and frightened me. I was under 18 and living in a conservative Evangelical Christian home. David Bowie and people like him were threatening and dangerous – worldly, seductive, transgressional. In the case of Bowie, that was obviously his intention.
The Young Americans album changed me. It began to change my view of the world. It wasn’t the only influence in this regard, but it helped to make me more questioning of conformity, more interested in things under the surface and more accepting of others. It prompted me to recognize and confront my own homophobia for the very first time. Allowing myself to enjoy the music pushed me to consider how silly it was to feel frightened by another human being merely because they weren’t quite the same as me. Aren’t we all different?
By the time Patti Smith’s Horses came out later that year, I was ready to listen .
* …if sometimes plenty of fun. Remember That’s The Way (Uh Huh, Uh Huh)?
Tithi Bhattacharya dispels the myth of a Muslim monolith.
…while ISIS can quote the hadith as it executes other Muslims, and Trump can inveigh against the “Muslims,” we need to continue to look to the multiethnic neighborhoods of Istanbul, Paris and Beirut as lived histories of our times of mutual human coexistence. And it is such lived experiences of multifaith communities that need to be both defended and extended.
Source: Adventures in Islam: The Myths and Legends of Muslim Homogeneity | Tithi Bhattacharya