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two haiku: night and morning

a silver jet flies

across the moon at rush-hour --

february night.

***************

the whole way, transfixed

by his misshapen ear --

morning bus to work.

The Dalai Lama Crowd

Did anyone else notice George Bush's reference to "the Dalai Lama crowd" as one group who might want to politicise the Beijing Olympics? Such a delicate, diplomatic, sophisticated tongue he has! God or Allah forbid that such sticky considerations as government-sanctioned murder and brutality, not to mention the wholesale suppression of free speech, should get in the way of a business opportunity, eh George? eh, Gordon?

THE GUARDIANS OF DEMOCRACY

I seem to have beaten my writer's block. I've squeezed out a couple of poems over the last few days, albeit neither of them is quite good enough for public exposure. When they're ready, I'll let you know. Try not to bait your breath too emphatically.

In the meantime, politics.

We live in paranoid times (or do we?) Since those planes slammed into the twin towers of the World Trade Centre and George Bush used it--to quote or paraphrase (depending on how well I've remembered it) William Burroughs--as a pretext for "establishing an international extreme Right Police Authority", everybody with a free bone in his body has been looking over his shoulder.

Myself, I just hate anything that is opposed to free speech. Anything that sets its crossed arms against an individual person's right to make his or her mind up without coercion. Ergo, I loathe Al Qaeda. Ergo, I am fundamentally opposed to Bush and all his accolytes. But if the advice I'm getting from vari…

CRIMINAL CLASS

I received in the mail today Wild Bill Blackolive's latest bit of mad genius scribbling "Criminal Class", which recounts the problems he had after being arrested for drunk driving a year or two ago. I'm not sure where you can get it right now, or even if, but if you can't find it anywhere else, write to Bill. You can find HIM under the friends list at my MySpace page.

A Dream For You

Sometimes it seems I deflect readers from personal issues at this blog by talking politics. Well, maybe I do. It takes immense courage to bare yourself publically the way my friend Holly does at her page Bus Stop (http://busstopholly.blogspot.com) and I just don't have balls that size. Plus I've been doing a lot of meditation lately, after my early December meltdown, trying to get to the root of my periodic derailings; and if my readers are anything like me, which I suspect they are, they probably experience something akin to an involuntary epileptic absence whenever somebody starts talking about religion. Most of you know I have Buddhist pretensions. It doesn't have to go too much further than that!

But should anybody out there be requiring something sort of personal from me today, how's this? It's a dream I had last night, recorded in my journal the moment I woke up (well, after I'd had a wee). If there are any psychiatrists out there, please analyse this for …

Anita Thompson Blogging On

This caught my eye when I was playing around on Facebook the other day. It's the blog of Anita Thompson, she of Hunter S. Thompson fame, and she's carrying on the work of the world's second best journalist (my dad is the best of course), in a manner that all Hunter S. fans will probably want to catch up with. Doesn't entertain quite like he did, naturally. But who the hell could?

http://www.owlfarmblog.com

Oops She Did It Again

Ah, poor Britney. You have to feel for her. Going publically haywire, being sectioned, and then having control of her affairs delivered into the hands of a father she supposedly can't stand. According to the radio, she expressed the wish that somebody else take care of business while she was dribbling and screaming in the booby hatch but the court ignored her because, presumably, she wasn't deemed fit to make a sound decision.

I don't know what's going on with her, obviously. I don't know her. I don't even know the name of her latest album. But I wonder how crazy she actually is right now, and how much the state's assessment of her mental condition has been directed by stories in the press, and bigoted mainstream judgement of how eccentric behaviour might impact on the raising of a child.

It all started, didn't it, with the scandal of Britney driving her car with one of her kids on her lap in the front seat. How very dare she, as a friend of mine would sa…

Where I Stand

Readers of this page must think sometimes that I am very anti-Labour. I do seem to be knocking them all the time, after all.

Well, I actually live in fear of the inevitable Conservative Party victory at the next election. The only people who don't must either have a vested interest in seeing them elected, or be too young to remember what a horrible, mean-spirited, soulless, oppressive, immoral society they created the last time they were in power.

The Eighties, to steal a comment Sam Shepard made about the Fifties, "sucked dogs". Even its supposed high point--Live Aid--was really a nastily onanistic spectacle, despite the good it did. In the Eighties workers' rights were stripped away, unions were devastated, gays were persecuted, rainbow travellers were assaulted with impunity by the police, and money became the guiding principle of every endeavour. We are, actually, still living in the shadow of Thatcher's erosion of all the civilised values painstakingly built i…