Jethro Tull - Life's A Long Song (video)

Hear 130 Minutes of Charles Bukowski’s Recorded Readings (1968)

Hear 130 Minutes of Charles Bukowski’s Recorded Readings (1968)  

from OPEN CULTURE

Thank You

The term homeless veteran should not exist. They go off and do our country’s dirty work come home get called a hero by people who don’t know the meaning of the word. Praised and thanked then ignored. Then we enact laws in a number of cities to make homelessness illegal where even feeding them is a crime. Talk about kicking people when they’re down. Even with the epidemic of veteran suicides we do nothing. Then we have holidays to honor them falsely so we can sleep at night. Yes, we should honor and thank them, but we as a people can do better than half-hearted salutes. Don’t mean to be a downer but I’ve developed a strong addiction to the truth these days.

The Allen Ginsberg Project: Sam Charters - Jack Kerouac's Jazz - 1 - (Intro)

The Allen Ginsberg Project: Sam Charters - Jack Kerouac's Jazz - 1 - (Intro): [Sam Charters] This weekend - jazz weekend, we'll present legendary jazz scholar,  Sam Charters  (in   a talk given on July 26, 1...

No Good Guys

It’s difficult to know who the biggest scumbags are in the conflict in Israel. Is it the Palestinian extremists who fire their weapons from highly populated areas knowing a response from Israel will surely kill children? Or the Israeli government which actually kill children and innocents in the way? The Palestinians will exploit these deaths to further their cause saying see how evil the enemy is they kill children. The Israelis will exploit this as well saying see how evil they are for putting children in harm’s way. The thing that disturbs me the most are the US flags painted on the side of those rockets and bombs that kill. There are no good guys.

Orwell quotes.

For my unfortunate friends who believe everything they see on TV/ social media
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Dreamland - Edgar Allan Poe

Dreamland

By a route obscure and lonely,

Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,

On a black throne reigns upright,

I have reached these lands but newly

From an ultimate dim Thule-

From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,

Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,

And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,

With forms that no man can discover

For the tears that drip all over;

Mountains toppling evermore

Into seas without a shore;

Seas that restlessly aspire,

Surging, unto skies of fire;

Lakes that endlessly outspread

Their lone waters- lone and dead,-

Their still waters- still and chilly

With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread

Their lone waters, lone and dead,-

Their sad waters, sad and chilly

With the snows of the lolling lily,-

By the mountains- near the river

Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-

By the grey woods,- by the swamp

Where the toad and the newt encamp-

By the dismal tarns and pools

Where dwell the Ghouls,-

By each spot the most unholy-

In each nook most melancholy-

There the traveller meets aghast

Sheeted Memories of the Past-

Shrouded forms that start and sigh

As they pass the wanderer by-

White-robed forms of friends long given,

In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion

'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-

For the spirit that walks in shadow

'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!

But the traveller, travelling through it,

May not- dare not openly view it!

Never its mysteries are exposed

To the weak human eye unclosed;

So wills its King, who hath forbid

The uplifting of the fringed lid;

And thus the sad Soul that here passes

Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,

Haunted by ill angels only,

Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,

On a black throne reigns upright,

I have wandered home but newly

From this ultimate dim Thule. 

Edgar Allan Poe