Big Finger entry number 2.
Since my boy Scotty has resorted to posting "helpful procedure tips" I figured I may as well throw out some more poetry on a slow news week...
I have always maintained an uneasy mistrust and disdain for all politicians. I've got to say, however, that I have found Canada's prime minister's actions and words as of late inspiring (how ironic he's leaving office?)
Opposing War?
Meta-awareness?
Daring to question the self-serving populous?
What politician does this?
In honour of Jean Cretien I post this - my favorite (personal) poem of late.
I hope you enjoy!
Matty
ps. Scotty - I am going to save the body of this posting in my cache - no worries :)
Emerging from this space-time continuum, a virtual visual vacuum akin to a kaleidoscope on valuum.
This reality isn't real.
It's a hoax premanufactured by me and my boy Scotty while telling jokes and sipping on rum and cokes.
(Elsewhere) "Another toke?"
*inhales* *coughs*
Ahhh yeah, I think I'm ready to philosophize.
"To be or not to be."
That ain't the fucking question.
i220 says it's an impossible pipe dream.
A declaration of independence? More like co-dependence.
The constituents are those with the financial resources to enforce these capatalist values of divorce, bogus educational courses and porous religious philosophy.
God/money.
It's a dichotomy, better yet, a full blown labotomy of one's cerebral cortex.
BAM!
I think I sold my soul to the financial institution on the corner of prostitution, phosphate and nitrate H2O pollution, patronizing the study of nuclear fusion and a deep rooted terrorist contusion on our society.
Do I have a solution?
No, but I do have a suggestion.
Listen.
Digest.
Read.
Educate yourself.
Ladies, stop blaming me and look inside.
Confide.
Empower yourself by widening your scope.
The love you posess encompasses hope for all of these not so gentleman, all too mental men, power hungry parasites not satisfied with dinamite.
You don't think they'd do it but they just might wipe us all off of this planet.
So, there you have it.
Understand it?
If you do I've got to hand it to you as I fade out to obscurity.
This supernova the epitomy of purity?
Thank you for your curiosity, sickening impulse to view the monstrosity, gorging yourself on animosity...
Lost city.
Copyright: i220, 2002.
Gentle drumbeat?
Great idea.
Both great ideas - I wonder why this piece in particular conjures up such descript images.
It's such a luxury to be able to have someone shed a different light on something you've written.
Thanx for taking the time Scotty and Maddie.
Matty
Now, I picture you (even though I have no idea what you look like) in some dim dark coffee house, dressed in black, accompanied by a very gentle drumbeat, speaking to an enraptured, yet slightly stoned audience! That's good in my book! :)
Posted by: maddy on September 20, 2002 08:34 PMShucks thanx *blushes*,
Have actually recorded a narration of this.
The background I chose wasn't quite jazz but I like the way you're thinking...
Wondering if anyone else has some poetry to share?
Mattay
very cool. i can hear you narrating this piece over some background jazz, "axe murderer styles" (props to mike myers). thumbs up to any piece that contains "space-time continuum" in the first line. you are proving worthy of your blog keyholder status, my friend. not like i was in doubt or anything.
Posted by: scotty on September 16, 2002 06:25 PMVery nice! Well, nice isn't really the word, but I'm sure you know what I mean... :)
Posted by: maddy on September 16, 2002 05:53 PM