-Caveat Lector- It's great to live in the "outside" and criticize... I'm very sure that the great Canada would never never ask for help from such terrible country as the U.S.A. if they had a terrorist attack of the magnitude of N.Y..
By the way, weren't the U.S and Canada started about the same time? Why aren't you the brave leaders......slackers... Party of Citizens <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote: >-Caveat Lector- > >---------- Forwarded message ---------- >Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003 10:13:31 -0800 (PST) >From: Party of Citizens <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Reply-To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] >To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] >Subject: [U-S-A] The Stench of the God of U-S-A > > ********* <http://www.geocities.com/partyofcitizens> ********** > >---------- Forwarded message ---------- >Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003 10:01:38 -0700 >From: RADICAL PRESS <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Reply-To: [EMAIL PROTECTED] >To: RADICAL PRESS <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Subject: [INGRAM] FW: [Fwd: Smells Like Guts & Glory ::: Poetry Against the > War] > >This is an excellent collection. Do try to sign the petition found amongst >the poems below. Peace & Love, Arthur >***************************>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> > >From: Imaginal Diffusion Agency <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Organization: Planet 3 SolarPort >Date: Tue, 11 Feb 2003 00:33:55 -1000 >To: PoetryTV <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> >Subject: Smells Like Guts & Glory ::: Poetry Against the War > >A Collection of Poems Burning Bright > >Please Pass them into the Light! > > > >God bless America > >Here they go again, >The Yanks in their armoured parade >Chanting their ballads of joy >As they gallop across the big world >Praising America's God. > >The gutters are clogged with the dead >The ones who couldn't join in >The others refusing to sing >The ones who are losing their voice >The ones who've forgotten the tune. > >The riders have whips which cut. >Your head rolls onto the sand >Your head is a pool in the dirt >Your head is a stain in the dust >Your eyes have gone out and your nose >Sniffs only the pong of the dead >And all the dead air is alive >With the smell of America's God. > >Harold Pinter 2003 > > > >State of the Union, 2003 > >I have not been to Jerusalem, >but Shirley talks about the bombs. >I have no god, but have seen the children praying >for it to stop. They pray to different gods. >The news is all old news again, repeated >like a bad habit, cheap tobacco, the social lie. > >The children have seen so much death >that death means nothing to them now. >They wait in line for bread. >They wait in line for water. >Their eyes are black moons reflecting emptiness. >We've seen them a thousand times. > >Soon, the President will speak. >He will have something to say about bombs >and freedom and our way of life. >I will turn the tv off. I always do. >Because I can't bear to look >at the monuments in his eyes. > >--Sam Hamill > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > > > >Refugee > >******* > >She sits outside, on a stool, her face closed > >And still with the hopelessness of tomorrow, > >Drawn with remembered anguish > >As this day, empty of hope like all the days > >Since she arrived, draws to its end. > >The setting sun gleams, reflected from the tin > >Bowl on her lap, half filled with rice. > >Slowly two tears from her closed eyes > >Move down her cheeks. They glisten > >In the end of the day's sun. She does not eat. > >What horrors, I wonder, has she seen? > >Forced from her home, she and her family, > >Fleeing from terror I can only guess at, > >Bearing it with her yet as she sits there, > >Motionless, a vehicle for grief. > >Her suffering is outside my knowledge: > >I have never beeen torn, like she, from > >Living roots, herded, as cattle are herded, > >By those who deal in numbers, not faces. > >For they are good, the people of the camp-- > >They would break if they began to notice the faces. > >All around her are alien people: > >Alien voices speaking from an inknown > >Culture with words she cannot understand. > >Only the sun and moon and the stars in the night sky > >Are the same-- they were there yesterday. And God? > >A child approaches. He is about ten, and thin. > >He looks up at her closed face, and into the bowl > >She holds in her still hands. She opens eyes that > >Are dark with the pain fo yesterday. But tomorrow-- > >Tomorrow is for the child. She gives him the rice > >And he eats. > >His eyes, refelecting the sun's last rays, > >Smolder with dreams. Tomorrow he will be a man. > >"Vengeance is Mine: I will repay" saith the Lord. > >But the child does not hear God-- his heart is full > >With hatred. It is he-- he who will repay. > >This is his dream for tomorrow. > >"Reason for Hope" > >Jane Goodall > >http://www.janegoodall.org > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > > > >Buying a Body Bag for the Future > > > >I feel us being pulled backward in time > >one of those dreams where no matter how > >you try to escape you can't get ahead of it > >running up the down escalator from some hell > > > >All the centuries of struggle for our humanity > >being pulled out from under us in an idiot's blink > >while war machines drone overhead and flags > >millions of flags hiding the grimy grey sky > > > >A record repeating and each time more loudly > >the emperor's new clothes a Wagner opera > >screeching of sirens and beating of drums > >a warmonger raging on the world stage > > > >Lost in the tempo and terror of it we hide > >but it's like a poison gas and seeps into us > >smelling of funeral fires and death camps > >and gasoline it invades our every tissue > > > >Like barbed wire it is everywhere we turn > >the fuel for the fires of hate and murder > >choking off all paths to our sanity > >filling our eyes with balls of flame > > > >Who can make sense of it any more? > >the dream descending into a deadzone > >history no longer a question but a noose > >dragging us toward a monumental pyre > > > >Try screaming and waking the others > >it's like a movie they will say and smile > >while millions more flags are unfurled > >and our children are given uniforms > > > >Who are the shadows behind the curtains > >able to digest entire countries in a night? > >those behind warmakers and banks > >who manufacture truth and power? > > > >They are in our blood now as a germ > >in our heads as the lights go out > >repeating in our ears their news > >someone must pay for evil deeds > > > >No matter the cause or the suffering > >damn the cost and the consequences > >when the warlords rule our dreams > >our past is forgotten and future forsaken > > > >BZ Botani 2003 > >BZ Botani::: hybrid humanoid operative encamped on the volcanic island of >Hawai'i. Emissary of MetaMagic MotherShip & Imaginal Diffusion Agency. >Continuum Agent of MachineMatrix Omega and GaiaMind / PhotonicIntel via >Alien potentiators. DigitalPoetry & WebDesign orbitting at GlandSwell >Studios/HoneyHive Productions. > >Access 808-969-3765 > >http://Metamagic.org > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > > > >SPEAK OUT > >And a vast paranoia sweeps across the land >And America turns the attack on its Twin Towers >Into the beginning of the Third World War >The war with the Third World > >And the terrorists in Washington >Are drafting all the young men > >And no one speaks > >And they are rousting out >All the ones with turbans >And they are flushing out >All the strange immigrants > >And they are shipping all the young men >To the killing fields again > >And no one speaks > >And when they come to round up >All the great writers and poets and painters >The National Endowment of the Arts of Complacency >Will not speak > >While all the young men >Will be killing all the young men >In the killing fields again > >So now is the time for you to speak >All you lovers of liberty >All you lovers of the pursuit of happiness >All you lovers and sleepers >Deep in your private dreams > >Now is the time for you to speak >O silent majority >Before they come for you > > >-- Lawrence Ferlinghetti > > > >Café Nihiliste > >Maragogype of lost luxuries, >Wendell builds rhapsodies >on the art of inhalation >in this shrine where he spends >the majority of his waking hours: >calculates the milkfroth >on bowls of au lait - >watches customers' eyes >as they lick the last bubbles >from their mugs of cappuccino, >knowing their growing obsession >will soon equal his own >as he sweeps leftover gold >across the scoured brick floor >and more accurately than a connoisseur >presses Guatemala, Honduras >Sumatra >Java >Colombia >Peru >Argentina and Kenya AA >between his hands, >and when he drops boiling water on a mountain >of fresh-ground Kalossi >each elusive mocha trace >black >erudite >expands - >erotic as a witch's brew until the climax >more spectacular than fireworks >numbs his senses. > >Sonja A Skarstedt > > > >Conqueror > >********* > >When they start to wear your clothes > >do their dreams become more like yours > >who do they look like > >when they start to use your language > >do they say what you say > >who are they in your words > >when they start to use your money > >do they need the same things you need > >or do the things change > >when they are converted to your gods > >do you know who they are praying to > >do you know who is praying > >for you not to be there > >W.S. Merwin > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > > > >A Spinning Broken Cross > >************************************ > >America the supersized land of the free > >market of values melting pot of Mammon > >boasting of greatness and oily excess > >tossing all protest behind with our trash > >revving the engines of our industry > >in the face of a brutalized weeping world > > > >Home of the brave few who dare to resist > >an insidious slick conditioning of control > >a war on the mind in the vacuum of soul > >losing the world in the pledge of obedience > >to spies and criminals and General Electric > >a nation of fattened domesticated herd-apes > > > >Always the same men with glaring eyes > >larger than life and twice as mean > >roasting the world with a roar of applause > >and the waving of flags proudly held high > >saluting of citizens and marching of men > >shooting of cannons and broadcast of threats > > > >Trillions of American dollars going into a war machine > >who keeps track anymore and who even cares > >where all this human energy and processed planet > >ending in the bank accounts of whom and why again > >we are blindly following behind these men for centuries > >feeding their hunger for blood madness chaos and control > > > >America has lost the war on the world before it has begun > >conquered by the worms that escaped Nuremberg > >sold our souls to dead presidents of the white race > >followed a dangerous path carved out by the CIA > >armoring ourselves with high-tech holocausts > >feeding our overstocked supermarkets until spoiled > > > >Once the war has begun does America believe it will win > >with 5 billion opponents and not enough barbed wire > >will our children be thanking us for saving their future > >while the vast masses of mankind are cursing us > >for stealing their possibilities and being so stupid > >will we still be applauding the son of a Bush then > > > >America, America man sheds his waste on thee > >we call it progress and patriotism and pride > >while the poisons seep into our skin and eyes > >so we can not see the bloody stripes crooked stars > >being soaked with the gore of our world at war > >around a white circle and a spinning broken cross > > > >BZ Botani & the > >Hopeful Monsters > >GlandSwell Studio > >HAWAI¹I > >http://mutanex.com > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > > > >Ari Fleischer the President's spokesman says all Americans need to watch >what they say > >it's easy for George W. to watch >when Ari is speaking for him > >and for Ari it's easy to watch because >it's on the news later > >but fulfilling this need >is harder for me > >I devised a rearview speech mirror >and affixed it to my skull > >but no one wanted to talk with me >while I watched what I said > >in despair I abandoned the act of speech >and devoted myself to a life of text > >I wrote: The President's appointment was illegal. >and watched > >I wrote: Wilfully causing the death of others is the supreme failure of the >human species. >and watched > >Ari, as my fellow American >I am watching what you say too > >so far I haven't spotted >anything new > >Gwendolyn Albert > > > > > >American Wars > >Like the topaz in the toad's head >the comfort in the terrible histories >was up front, easy to find: >Once upon a time in a kingdom far away. >Even to the dreadful now of news >we listened comforted >by far timezones, languages we didn't speak, >the wide, forgetful oceans. >Today, no comfort but the jewel courage. >The war is ours, now, here, it is our republic >facing its own betraying terror. >And how we tell the story is forever after. > >-- Ursula K. Le Guin > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > > > >An Open Letter from Sam Hamill > >Dear Friends and Fellow Poets: > >When I picked up my mail and saw the letter marked "The White House," I felt >no joy. Rather I was overcome by a kind of nausea as I read the card >enclosed: > > >Laura Bush requests the pleasure of your company >at a reception and White House Symposium >on "Poetry and the American Voice" > >on Wednesday, February 12, 2003 at one o'clock > >Only the day before I had read a lengthy report on George Bush's proposed >"Shock and Awe" attack on Iraq, calling for saturation bombing that would be >like the firebombing of Dresden or Tokyo, killing countless innocent >civilians. Nor has Bush ruled out the use of nuclear weapons. > >I believe the only legitimate response to such a morally bankrupt and >unconscionable idea is to reconstitute a Poets Against the War movement like >the one organized to speak out against the war in Vietnam. > >I am asking every poet to speak up for the conscience of our country and >lend his or her name to our petition against this war, and to make February >12 a day of Poetry Against the War. We will compile an anthology of protest >to be presented to the White House on that afternoon. > >Please submit your name and a poem or statement of conscience to the Poets >Against the War Web site. > >There is little time to organize and compile. I urge you to pass along this >letter to any poets you know. Please join me in making February 12 a day >when the White House can truly hear the voices of American poets. > >-- Sam Hamill, Founding Editor and Co-founder of Copper Canyon Press > >http://www.poetsagainstthewar.org/ > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > > > >Rare Poetry Series Available! > >**************************** > >Terence McKenna¹s Lectures > >No other human being of the last century captured the profound changes our >society is experience so poetically. > >Exploring the edges of science, art, language, and psychedelics, Terence >showed us the potential our brains could unleash, and the power beneath our >feet. > > 5 different 90 minute tapes, exclusively here: > >1) Science, Agriculture & Psychedelics: > >The Rise of the Human Anomoly > >2) Edges of Science, Limits of Art: > >The Artist as Shaman, Art as Antenna > >3) The Archaic Revival & Hyperspace: > >The Future as Eccentric Circus > >4) The Psychic Circus at the End of Time: > >The Inner Child & the Eschaton > >5) Sacred Plants & the Alien > >UFOs, hallucinogens, and the salvation of the planet! > >Excellent for mixing into rave muzik, enlightening your family & launching >yourself into hyperspace! > >Send $12 for each high-quality tape to: > >MetaMagic Media > >POB 6271 > >Hilo, HAWAI¹I > >96720 > >(Checks payable to "Green Beans") > >PayPal exchange available > >Contact [EMAIL PROTECTED] > >for more info! > > > >®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§®¢§® > >Stop this day and night with me and you shall possess the origin of all >poems, >You shall possess the good of the earth and sun, (there are millions of suns >left,) >You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, >nor look through the eyes of the dead, >nor feed on the spectres in books. >You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me, >You shall listen to all sides and filter them from your self. >- Walt Whitman, Song of Myself > >"If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the >emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the >seeds must grow." >-- Rachel Carson > >"Until lions have their historians, tales of the hunt shall always glorify >the hunter.² >-- African Proverb > >"Why not go out on a limb? That's where the fruit is." >--Will Rogers > >RESISTANCE IS FERTILE! >MetaMagic MotherShip >http://metamagic.org > >FutureWorks FilmFestival >http://mutanex.com/futurefest > > >News of the Strange & Supernatural > >Wickedly Weird & All the Rage! > >Now Featuring Fiore¹s Flash: Exile TV! > >http://metamagic.org/strange > > > > >U-S-A = Usurers, Sodomites, Abortionists. >The U-S-A Cult is the ruling power over America-the-Good and now seeks to a establish >One World Government of Evil-Doers via the Afghanistan-Iraq domino effect. > > > > > > >Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ > ><A HREF="http://www.ctrl.org/";>www.ctrl.org</A> >DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER >========== >CTRL is a discussion & informational exchange list. Proselytizing propagandic >screeds are unwelcomed. Substance—not soap-boxing—please! These are >sordid matters and 'conspiracy theory'—with its many half-truths, mis- >directions and outright frauds—is used politically by different groups with >major and minor effects spread throughout the spectrum of time and thought. >That being said, CTRLgives no endorsement to the validity of posts, and >always suggests to readers; be wary of what you read. CTRL gives no >credence to Holocaust denial and nazi's need not apply. > >Let us please be civil and as always, Caveat Lector. >======================================================================== >Archives Available at: >http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html > <A HREF="http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html";>Archives of >[EMAIL PROTECTED]</A> > >http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/ > <A HREF="http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/";>ctrl</A> >======================================================================== >To subscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: >SUBSCRIBE CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] > >To UNsubscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: >SIGNOFF CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] > >Om > -- Ed Raymond __________________________________________________________________ The NEW Netscape 7.0 browser is now available. Upgrade now! http://channels.netscape.com/ns/browsers/download.jsp Get your own FREE, personal Netscape Mail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com/ <A HREF="http://www.ctrl.org/";>www.ctrl.org</A> DECLARATION & DISCLAIMER ========== CTRL is a discussion & informational exchange list. Proselytizing propagandic screeds are unwelcomed. Substance—not soap-boxing—please! These are sordid matters and 'conspiracy theory'—with its many half-truths, mis- directions and outright frauds—is used politically by different groups with major and minor effects spread throughout the spectrum of time and thought. That being said, CTRLgives no endorsement to the validity of posts, and always suggests to readers; be wary of what you read. CTRL gives no credence to Holocaust denial and nazi's need not apply. Let us please be civil and as always, Caveat Lector. ======================================================================== Archives Available at: http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html <A HREF="http://peach.ease.lsoft.com/archives/ctrl.html";>Archives of [EMAIL PROTECTED]</A> http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/ <A HREF="http:[EMAIL PROTECTED]/";>ctrl</A> ======================================================================== To subscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SUBSCRIBE CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] To UNsubscribe to Conspiracy Theory Research List[CTRL] send email: SIGNOFF CTRL [to:] [EMAIL PROTECTED] Om
