Reflections in a Petri Dish – July 14, 2011
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
‘May you never step in shit because of where you deposit it; cold noses in a long coming dawn’.
The last posting from the outpost, wherein I sit at this moment, didn’t agree with me but I don’t ‘do lunch’ anyway, so I may have missed it and my Twitter assistant, that I don’t have, is on vacation. Maybe, maybe not, shoulda, coulda… all those things aside, I’m not a chef, I’m just a cook and usually I don’t eat, if I eat at all. I do maintenance eating. In most cases you would have to think; “what’s eating him”? I’m not most cases.
Ah so, I am doing the panoramic view this morning, which I don’t usually do, going to Fox News, CNN, New York Times and sundry and I see that Rupert’s Fall; a cascading cloaca of shit which overflows Metropolis, wherever Metropolis may be, is absent from Fox and CNN but large elsewhere. I see that Mumbai is large somewhere and then not elsewhere. I note the striking banner of disinfo from msnbc about Jay Rockefeller’s cellphone cramming inquiry; years in the making as the obvious distraction from what seems to have been another botched false flag effort. Something is going haywire in the mainframe… that’s what I think.
It doesn’t add up. Evil always shoots itself in the foot and it is now on display. As the collapse of the dollar rubs up against the news reporting machinery, in reaction to the bankers who are trying to be Chinese acrobats but are not nearly as good as the Chinese, who have got both Pakistan and Iran in their cheeks like a chipmunk, or maybe it looks more like one of those beer garden, German girls carrying six liters of beer; however you picture it, I can just see that career suit, Panetta coming unto the epiphany of his Peter Principle. It’s kind of like, ‘never be the last to leave or the first to arrive’. I’d like to see one of those kung fu video games that feature Leon and Hillary going at it. I could get so creative but I’m a piker compared to the cosmos which is already about that business and showing them the meaning of Cardinal Wolsey’s speech. Yes, savor the moment and there is more to come.
I’m not ambitious. I’m small time and small change and I got rained on (thank you, Tom Waits), so I always look at the peculiarities around me as something to pass by; ambition, jealousy, envy, greed and such do not bother me. Lust is a formidable foe but I try to take the medication. It works most of the time. Then there are those rainy nights in Georgia but I digress. We are watching and more or less involved in astounding circumstances. Those of us who are watching, I suspect, are filled with gratitude that we are not major players in the arena, where you need full bore headgear and all the rest that stuff to get through the day, if you do get through the day…
Remember the Cardinal. You might see him on your windowsill someday and he will sing for you. You can think of the Cardinal as a symbol of something whenever you imagine that you would like to be a player in the arena. It’s a steel cage fight to the death and they do it lifetime after lifetime, bathing themselves in all the dreadful, bloodstained, crimson glory that makes them hard.
Hey! That’s how it goes in the world. There are people that you want to love and there are people you want to fuck and you make your arrangements and hope you don’t get fucked in the process but somebody does, somebody always does, when you are dealing with this kind of clientele and that is the reason that I personally stayed ‘off the game’ unless you’re talking freebees cause I mostly give myself away anyway. Now the drama comes down to how much you have and how much you can lose. You got nothing then you are in no danger of losing it. You got something; it depends on how bad someone else wants it and how capable you are of defending it.
This is the world we live in. It all comes down to what you find to be valuable. Gold is heavy and diamonds shine, so does cut glass but it won’t matter whether it’s gold or tungsten if it glimmers; mixed metaphors with a side of jalapenos. Carry yer mud, ye men of clay, put your back into it! Row! Row!
It was another religious drag queen who said, “kill them all, god will find his own”. It should not be too hard to see the writing on the wall. Look for a whole new world of graffiti that is about to arrive. The key denominator of revolution is when the middle class is pressed to the wall and the wall doesn’t move, at that time the world will tumble. It’s like an automatic coffee machine. It is the signal indicator of ruin. When the middle class is pressed, it makes wine out of the circumstances and in some cases, vinegar with the occasional fine balsamico. You should be hoping you get turned into that.
I am not always everybody’s favorite dinner guest, as an incarnation of Lord Shiva, I am usually on the ‘do not attend’ list for wedding, parties and births. Funerals are fine, no one minds the sorrow or loss side of the equation. It’s the other stuff that concerns them but I party alone in the burial ground after they are gone and they wouldn’t have it any other way.
It’s topsy turvy time in this emerging world and things are about to blow so maybe it would be a good idea to stay indoors and maybe not but the crooks and robbers days are numbered. The dominoes are trembling, you can see the water move as the plastic, pink flamingo bobs up and down on the drink for the girlfriend of Senor Rothschild. Japan could have built their reactor into a safe spot but they took down the mountain to put it up. Somehow, I don’t think the Japanese people were memoed in on it. They won’t stop until they are stopped, as you can see a few years ago when they marched on The City in London, the traders were leaning out of their windows and waving handfuls of banknotes as a fuck you to the people. Israel just did a number on Greece and they’re still looking for a way to kill Erdogan across the way.
You’ve seen these articles about the five places you don’t want to be when the shit hits the fan? You see the cheerleaders for the same old same old, shaking their asses, doing the bitch and ho thing, while a tsunami of otherwise currencies are backing off as you see the beach increase and get longer and wider and all of a sudden there aren’t enough wars to generate enough economy to keep the walking on stilts Uncle Sam up right and whoa, cue Steppenwolf cause they are revving their engines and getting ready to rumble like meth crazed bikers in a Tarantino film. Certain situations require predictable occurrences. The guys that were waving banknotes are now carrying guns; uh huh, not enough bullets. You are going to see some wrenching and twisting that would put Chinese acrobats to shame as people are compelled to explain why they did what they did when they did and the natives are getting restless. The one thing you never want to do is to kill the middle class. They are your barrier of protection from the massive masses, once that’s gone, good luck. Hey, all the people you depend on are those people. They are the people that built your walls and installed your security systems. They do all those things that you don’t do. What are the odds?
I’ve said my piece for the day, it seems that I am writing from dawn to dusk these days but I can’t let this tradition die, even if I do need to work for a living now and again. It can’t always be the same kind of fun we are having here. Right, I don’t have to go out and work for a living. My work is right here. Maybe I should get two computer screens so I know what I’m doing (grin). I think the temperature is about to go up a few levels. We’ll have something a little nicer for you over at Origami tomorrow.