20140120

Incorrigibly Cunning Conscience in the Cosmic Garden


“We are your bad conscience”

If secure is what you want in your community careful what you buy
choose landlords and real-tors looking for a spark in the eye
this assumes you've chosen your country and nation of loyalty
unless yer a wild Anarchist believing in yer own Royalty

Answer questions as if building a new Stonehenge
together inspiring conspiring constructing a bridge
spanning generations passing secrets understanding rhymes
with Love for all children everywhere for all times

Planting trees is a great place to make a stand
the World Tree within weaves its roots into your land
fertilize with the worms of your thoughts shells of identity
becoming alive to our Earth allows one to live truly sentiently

Community without conscience is only business or acquaintance
intimacy comes with belief and truth in trust and transcendence
building bridges with care for foundations and raging rivers
connecting futures with possibilities woven with dream quivers


"In every outthrust headland, every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth." ~ Rachel Carson


Ancient Beauty Way vs. Corrupt Wargods

 I believe in the Goddess. Goddess has never failed me, never deserted me, even on the coldest, most desolate night. Goddess has smacked me around, like a newborn baby or a drunken fool. She is the Earth giving birth from these sacred mountains at the edge of the Galaxy. She is Nature's perfect form with suppleness, strength, sexy, wise and ancient.

 We do Not believe in the bearded God of guilt and punishment. That is to say, the male-dominator gods of war, vengeance, tyranny and supremacy. The colonizing and killing gods, the football and confessional gods. Gods of vampire cults drinking blood, sacrificing innocent creatures, blowing up crowds of people. Gods of Hellfire missiles and poison gases, concentration camps and underground bases. Gods of G.I Joe, Terminator, or video game mind control. Humans are at this time able to rise above the old enslavements, the male clubbing of their souls into submission and servitude. Listen, Earthling-- what do you believe? Past time to "get Real."

 We believe in complete transformation of humanity. We believe in women giving birth when they choose. We believe in naked nature as the ultimate artform, created by God and Goddess for the glory of Earth. Therefore, we believe in Mary Jane, and yes, we believe in Beyoncé , of course, and we believe in Pussy Riot, and the Venus of life-giving breasts. We believe in our Mother Ocean, the living, magical energy of mountains, the primal fires of volcanoes, and certainly Björk. We believe in Lady Gaga, Jennifer Lawrence and Ms. Magazine. We believe in erotica, Renaissance beauty, nipples, and fuzzy skin in the sun. Our Goddess is always there to kiss our wounded spirits, and to declare another beautiful day on planet Earth.



Madness and Delight

When Love comes like a Storm
sweeping you away into a Dream
Her lips and Goddess form
grow into an aching fantastic gleam
Have you a choice but wonder and delight?
or will you row against the tide of the lovestream
resist the millions stars and hide away in night?

For sweet madness may a world remake
lead a man from war to soul's flight
believing Her brilliance like our Lady of the Lake
giving out a shimmering magical Light
this Love challenges all reason and form
when Her beauty and voice make all right
fall into the sun I say and embrace the Storm



"If you have ever been called defiant, incorrigible, forward, cunning, insurgent, unruly, or rebellious, you're on the right track. If you have never been called these things, there is yet time." ~ Clarissa Pinkola Estes


20140102

Mockingbirds and Miracles: Awakening the Planet


Bewitched, bothered and bewildered 

I'm wild again! Beguiled again! A simpering, whimpering child again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Couldn't sleep And wouldn't sleep Until I could sleep where I shouldn't sleep
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
Lost my heart but what of it? My mistake I agree.
He's a laugh, but I love it Because the laugh's on me.
A pill he is But still he is All mine and I'll keep him until he is
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered like me.

Seen a lot I mean a lot! But now I'm like sweet seventeen a lot.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
I'll sing to him Each spring to him And worship the trousers that cling to him
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.
When he talks He is seeking Words to get off his chest.
Horizontally speaking, He's at his very best.
Vexed again, Perplexed again, Thank God I can be over-sexed again
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.

Sweet again, Petite again, And on my proverbial seat again. 
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered am I. 
What am I? Half shot am I. To think that he loves me, So hot am I. 
Bewitched, Bothered and Bewildered am I.
Though at first we said, "No, sird." Now we're two little dears.
You might say we are closer Than Roebuck is to Sears
I'm dumb again And numb again, A rich, ready, ripe little plum again.
Bewitched, bothered and bewildered am I.



the Beautiful, the Peculiar, and the True

In an age of decaying reason 
at the ragged edges of science
on the outer limits of art
orbits the Alchemist Extraordinaire

Master of the mindfield
wizard of wordplay
poet of the improbable
Prophet of the PolyMorphic

Explorer of the strangest edges
"Culture a collective act of paranoia,
a whistling past the graveyard,
a tale told by an idiot...."
Psychedelic Crazymaker

"We're all going down with Capt. Nemo
and his burning-eyed crew"
cries our hallucinogenic hero 
our prince of potency
Explorer between Earth and Eschaton

Planetary mindweb, psilocybin DreamTime
an ancient all powerful biological Magick
cracking through sidewalks of cities
awakening our feral family of the future
Gaia our Mother in this Archaic Revival

Aesthetic ecological professor of mysticism
pointing out this pathetic political nightmare
now can we move beyond ideology
over their toxic repressive razor wire? 
Revolutionary raging Wizard of Weird

May Gaia live in the Garden of your soul
Ho'omana'o Aloha Nui Ya 'Oe
we'll meet you soon at the End of Time


Thus Spake the Mockingbird 

The mockingbird says, Hallelujah, coreopsis, I make the day
     bright, I wake the night-blooming jasmine. I am 
the duodecimo of desperate love, the hocus-pocus passion
     flower of delirious retribution. You never saw such a bird,
such a triage of blood and feathers, tongues and bone. 

O the world is a sad address, bitterness melting the tongues of babies,
breasts full of accidental milk, but I can teach the flowers to grow,
     take their tight buds, unfurl them like flags in the morning heat,
fat banners of scent, flat platters of riot on the emerald scene.

     I am the green god of pine trees, conducting the music
of rustling needle through a harp of wind. I am the heart of men,
     the wild bird that drives their sex, forges their engines,
jimmies their shattered locks in the dark flare where midnight slinks.

     I am the careless minx in the skirts of women, the bright moon
caressing their hair, the sharp words pouring from their beautiful mouths
     in board rooms, on bar stools, in big city laundrettes. I am
Lester Young's sidewinding sax, sending that Pony Express
     message out west in the Marconi tube hidden in every torso
tied tight in the corset of do and don't, high and low, yes and no. 

I am the radio, first god of the twentieth century, broadcasting
the news, the blues, the death counts, the mothers wailing
     when everyone's gone home. 

I am sweeping the Eustachian tube of the great plains, transmitting
     through every ear of corn, shimmying down the spine
of every Bible-thumping banker and bureaucrat, relaying the anointed
     word of the shimmering world. Every dirty foot that walks
the broken streets moves on my wings. 

I speak from the golden screens. Hear the roar of my discord murdering the trees, screaming its furious rag. The fuselage of my revival-tent brag. Open
     your windows, slip on your castanets. 

I am the flamenco in the heel of desire. I am the dancer. I am the choir. Hear my wild throat crowd the exploding sky. 
O I can make a noise.

~ Barbara Hamby, "Babel"



Planet of Miracles

Why, who makes much of a miracle?
As to me I know nothing else but miracles,
Whether I walk the streets of Manhattan,
Or dart my sight over the roofs of houses toward the sky,
Or wade with naked feet along the beach just in the edge of the water,
Or stand under trees in the woods....

Or watch honey-bees busy around the hive of a summer forenoon,
Or animals feeding in the fields,
Or birds, or the wonderfulness of insects in the air,
Or the wonderfulness of the sundown, or of stars shining so quiet and bright,
Or the exquisite delicate thin curve of the new moon in spring;

These with the rest, one and all, are to me miracles,
The whole referring, yet each distinct and in its place.
To me every hour of the light and dark is a miracle,
Every cubic inch of space is a miracle,
Every square yard of the surface of the earth is spread with the same,
Every foot of the interior swarms with the same.

To me the sea is a continual miracle,
The fishes that swim--the rocks--the motion of the waves--the ships with men in them,
What stranger miracles are there?

~ Walt Whitman
"Miracles

Piranha Love

Pleasure is Treasure

From roots of freudian feelgood
to sweaty palms of frustration
a nation of traumatically tamed humans
wriggles uncomfortably in its clothes

Tender skin hidden from touch
terribly civilized yet savagely alone
secretly soaked in sticky desire
oozing dank scent of caged wild

Terrified in a polite corner of nicety
fending off the slings of society
fearful of disease unease and sleaze
holding it together in the warzone

Women knowing the brutal edge
usury injury groping and raping 
world of men a milieu of mistrust
bruised egos blunt and clumsy

Naked ape nation so chained
in skeletons of self doubt
hidden skin binding blood
passion swelling in a blush

Animals crying to break free
pounding on ribs and doors
drowning in pools of denial
squirting out in holy nights

At the edge of soul's tickle
find a secret magic button
unlock the perfect pleasure:
"Cream your throb-knob?"

Coming to a revolution 
near and dear to you!
Spurting spewing spilling
Over gates of repression



Awaken the Planet

No time for waiting child
listen to the buzz and the hum
every living fiber sings out

born to this day with joy
from a sea of fleshy fear
become tomorrow's hero

surrounded by fierce desire
eyes filled with feral figments
crouch down now into reality

cry out to awaken others
knowing the planet is alive
now we do what we must 

our bodies are not our own
our minds are millions more
our hands are now planetary

voices rising over our world
we are the peace prayed for
awake to become the savior


"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
~ Crowfoot

20131228

America the Purple versus Political Pollsters and Partisan Spin-masters


Dear Pollsters and Spin-masters of USA:

  As you get an extra-early start on assaulting our attention with your incessant measurements of "public opinion" regarding who might vote for whom, we must disclose to YOU what we, the audience have gathered from the past 3 election cycles.

First, the "polling" nearly always has to do with "spinning" public opinion in order to divert media from actual news. You know, like our military engaged in perpetual war or millions of homeless in the winter streets of our cities. The mainstream media seems to have endless capacity for repetitive speculation of questionable percentages of possible candidates, as long as they can sell more corporate ads in between. Addressing crucial issues, not so much.

 Second, we have realized that months of corporate polling data, slanted to increase drama and conflict, in retrospect of the day after elections, is almost completely full of shit. In fact, one could argue "let's ask Twitter" is a more practical public opinion gauge than partisan polling competition and "spin."

 Third, we know now that the polling companies, like Fox News and its many fasco-corporatist NewsMax type clones, are owned by big business, militarists, pro-petroleum-pharmo-industrialists. So expecting anything less than being assaulted, manipulated and warred upon would be to tune out all American media. And even when our hopes for "change" have been met, Washington DC politics and the White House will still be dominated by the Pentagon, CIA and NSA. 

 And by the way, everyone with a cell phone or smart device, without a landline, is NOT included in the polling. PPP http://publicpolicypolling.com/ has a request for proposal currently on how to include cell phone users.  

 This means landline users only, who tend to be older folks and conservative, have been skewing every poll taken in the past 10 years. http://www.electoral-vote.com/evp2013/Info/polling-faq.html That explains a lot, but not why mainstream media keeps allowing political party coverage and spin to dominate and subdue real news.

 In summary, our bullshit umbrellas are now deployed, even before any candidates have actually been announced, because you, the corporate spin-masters, have already begun your mind-fuck assault the day after Xmas. Plugging in to our minds how we Americans can be relied on to consume conflict at every turn, even if we don't really understand what the hell is going on in the world. 

  Yers truly,   Selfie Liber8 2014


The shamans paved the way for the first politicians, who finally mastered the art of putting the blame for all kind of disasters on neighboring tribes and their vicious gods, justifying potential wars with claims of cultural superiority. Thus blatantly egotistic military campaigns could be disguised as altruistic missions to civilize wild barbarians long before the time of George W Bush.

History is a strange creature. It has the amazing ability to blind us with our own reflection when we peek over its deep mysterious waters. Many of us drown in it just like the mythological Narcissus, whose infatuation with his own beauty was stronger than his survival instincts. Those who don’t know history may be bound to repeat it. But even people who know it may follow the same fate if they interpret it exclusively in their own favor.

Inevitability aside, in the end, all it takes to be less prejudiced is to exercise our brains a little bit more often. If we refuse to accept the prêt-a-penser ideas which are constantly regurgitated in endless PR campaigns and advertising agencies, and take responsibility for our own choices, we will not only minimize our snap judgments but ultimately improve our way of life.

In an interconnected global society, where information flows faster than thoughts, prejudices can turn out to be just a side effect of intellectual laziness.


The phrase Purple America refers to the belief that a more detailed analysis of the voting results of recent United States national elections reveals that the U.S. electorate is not as polarized between "Red" America (Republican) and "Blue" America (Democratic) as is often depicted in news analysis. The term reflects the fact that news organizations generally use the colors red and blue on maps to indicate when a state orcongressional district has been won by a Republican or Democratic candidate, respectively. Because the American political system often awards a state or congressional district entirely to one candidate ("winner take all") without regard to the margin of victory, it results in a map that does not reflect the true distribution of "red" or "blue" votes across the nation. The distortions contained in these maps, the argument goes, contribute to the misperception that the electorate is highly polarized by geography.

Robert Vanderbei at Princeton University made the first Purple America map after the 2000 presidential election. It attempts to reflect the margin of victory in each county by coloring each with a shade between true blue and true red. In light of the general absence of overwhelming victories, this technique results in mostly shades. This map was reprinted in US News & World Report a few months prior to the 2004 election. After the2004 election, Vanderbei and then others made similar maps summarizing the results. Quickly thereafter, the term Purple America permeated the political blogosphere and entered the public lexicon as a way of stating that the United States is not as divided as the political pundits would have the people believe.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Purple_America

What good are polls?

Polls seek to measure public opinion and document the experiences of the public on a range of subjects. The results provide information for academics, researchers, and government officials and help to inform the decision-making process for policy makers and others. Much of what the country knows about its media usage, labor and job markets, educational performance, crime victimization, and social conditions is based on data collected through polls.

Do pollsters have a code of ethics? If so, what is in the code?

The major professional organizations of survey researchers have very clear codes of ethics for their members. These codes cover the responsibilities of pollsters with respect to the treatment of respondents, their relationships with clients and their responsibilities to the public when reporting on polls.
Most of the Pew Research Center’s pollsters belong to the American Association for Public Opinion Research (AAPOR) and subscribe to AAPOR’s code.
Some good examples of a pollster’s Code of Ethics include: