Citizen Analog

falloir

2012-02-12T20:58:00.000-05:00

Robot Monde Lisible

2012-02-05T20:13:00.001-05:00

Robot readable world from Timo on Vimeo.

2011 Top 10 Lists

2012-01-10T11:40:00.005-05:00

Paul's Top 10 2011 albums

Bon Iver - Bon Iver
Tune-Yards - W H O K I L L
My Brightest Diamond - All Things Will Unwind
Low - C’mon
Iron & Wine – Kiss Each Other Clean
The Kills - Blood Pressures
Abigail Washburn - City of Refuge
Julianna Barwick - The Magic Place
Ane Brun - It All Starts with One
Charlie Parr - When the Devil Goes Blind

MTS's Top 10 2011

The Field - Looping State of Mind
Panda Bear - Tomboy
Atlas Sound - Parallax
WU LYF - Go Tell Fire to the Mountain
Bon Iver - Bon Iver
Austra - Feel It Break
Black Keys - El Camino
Jónsi - Go
Kurt Vile - Smoke Ring for my Halo
Zomby - Nothing

Old English Top 10 2011

Beastie Boys - Hot Sauce Committee, Pt. 2
tUnE-yArDs - whokill
James Blake - James Blake
The Decemberists - The King is Dead
EMA - Past Life of Martyred Saints
Jay - Z/Kanye West - Watch the Throne
M83 - Hurry Up, Were Dreaming
Iron and Wine - Kiss Eachother Clean
Radiohead - The King of Limbs
Nicolas Jaar - Space Is Only Noise

Next to but still above a land

2011-12-12T19:38:00.000-05:00

~

2011-12-09T23:55:00.001-05:00

dotted line

2011-12-09T19:54:00.001-05:00

You Have

2011-12-09T19:53:00.001-05:00

If you do ride a bug

2011-11-20T21:20:00.001-05:00

Shabu-shabu

2011-10-04T20:02:00.003-04:00

The Douche Has Spoken

2011-09-22T18:43:00.001-04:00

SSD

2011-09-10T09:26:00.001-04:00

Teachers

2011-09-06T00:21:00.000-04:00

THE ART OF BEING ERNEST

2011-08-19T23:19:00.001-04:00

Zimoun

2011-08-17T04:05:00.000-04:00

Recursion

2011-08-13T21:03:00.004-04:00

Proper Cup of Tea

2011-08-08T20:21:00.001-04:00

Reverse

2011-08-07T02:43:00.001-04:00

Add`tn to Diehn

2011-07-28T22:04:00.000-04:00

America

2011-07-26T14:04:00.001-04:00

flapping crane

2011-07-25T13:13:00.000-04:00

Info

Osc~

2011-07-25T12:33:00.002-04:00

Rolling Oscillations

√a “woman” in Botswana playing guitar.

2011-07-11T20:08:00.000-04:00

MATRIXSYNTH: Handmade Music Minneapolis Number Eight

2011-07-07T22:26:00.000-04:00

MATRIXSYNTH: Handmade Music Minneapolis Number Eight: "via Twin Cities Maker via Paul 'It’s time for another round of Handmade Music! Number 8 will be held on July 25 9pm at the Hack Factory...."

Crystalline

2011-06-26T21:49:00.001-04:00

That Zigga-Zigga Sound

2011-06-26T21:37:00.002-04:00

In my most recent search for new harmonic mixing ideas, I came across the magic that is DJ Shiftee. This gentleman puts the ism, in turntableism.

Spectral Layers

2011-06-25T14:56:00.000-04:00

Spectral Layers from DIVIDE FRAME on Vimeo.

Solar Sinter

2011-06-24T12:56:00.000-04:00

Markus Kayser - Solar Sinter Project from Markus Kayser on Vimeo.

The Butterfly

2011-06-21T00:48:00.001-04:00

www.thebutterflycircus.com
At the height of the Great Depression, the showman of a renowned circus discovers a man without limbs being exploited at a carnival sideshow, but after an intriguing encounter with the showman he becomes driven to hope against everything he has ever believed.

Directed by: Joshua Weigel; Written by: Joshua Weigel & Rebekah Weigel; Produced by: Joshua Weigel, Rebekah Weigel & Angie Alvarez; Starring: Eduardo Verastegui (Bella, Chasing Papi), Nick Vujicic (Life Without Limbs) & Doug Jones (Pan's Labyrinth, Fantastic Four - Rise of the Silver Surfer, Hellboy)

Milk and Cyriak

2011-06-09T07:06:00.000-04:00

Ahh My Phones dead

2011-05-31T13:29:00.000-04:00

Lucky

2011-05-28T00:11:00.002-04:00

I Had a Mother Who Could

2011-05-27T23:56:00.000-04:00

Hauschka

2011-05-27T19:45:00.000-04:00

Baja Arizona

2011-05-27T16:22:00.003-04:00

An enormous mistake was made on December 30, 1853 when the Gadsden Treaty was signed between the United States and Mexico. The northern part of the Mexican state of Sonora, an area located south of the Gila River, was purchased by the United States, and tacked into what became the State of Arizona.

The people of the Gadsden Purchase have increasingly chafed under the domination of an enormous population in an around Phoenix (Maricopa County). In order to end the domination of Phoenix, the people of the Gadsden Purchase are seeking statehood. Proclaiming themselves as Baja Arizona, a "state of mind" is acknowledged to exist.

The primary differences between Baja Arizona and the remainder of Arizona are of attitude and tolerance. The people of Baja Arizona are known throughout the southwest for their enlightened view of the world. This is obviously not the case with the passaged of SB 1070 making it illegal to be an illegal in Arizona.

In Baja Arizona people fight for civil rights. In Maricopa County they are jailing immigrants.

In Baja Arizona a major issue is environmental quality. In Maricopa the major concerns are how to harrass Mexicans, and how to gut the budgets of the state university system so we don't have too many smart people to disagree with the dunderheads in the State Legislature.

Taimane's Toccata

2011-05-26T23:36:00.000-04:00

Shape and Size

2011-05-26T02:15:00.001-04:00

Is this for REAL??

2011-05-17T17:40:00.000-04:00

Understanding Fourier

2011-05-17T10:36:00.001-04:00

Earth Beer

2011-05-11T16:51:00.000-04:00

When you leave and come back

2011-05-10T23:19:00.001-04:00

It gets better.

Swallows Your Highrise

2011-05-07T14:35:00.000-04:00

Xerrox Phaser Acat 1

Max Matthews

2011-04-22T20:34:00.001-04:00

You

2011-04-21T14:08:00.001-04:00

satmorn chiptunez

2011-04-16T09:03:00.000-04:00

I'm in the butter zone now, baby!

2011-04-15T11:36:00.001-04:00

wandering swallows

Do It Again

2011-04-14T19:10:00.000-04:00

Good Morning!

2011-04-14T05:53:00.000-04:00

Black Wonda

2011-04-07T07:54:00.001-04:00

Black Wonda

Read It

2011-04-04T13:32:00.000-04:00

Well, We Built Another

2011-03-28T18:18:00.003-04:00

“Incredible things are happening in the world,” he said to Úrsula. “Right there across the river there are all kinds of magical instruments while we keep on living like donkeys.”

Radiation Chart

2011-03-24T18:17:00.002-04:00

Math Duck

2011-03-24T18:13:00.000-04:00

Every Mission to Mars

2011-03-18T15:09:00.003-04:00

Cry Baby

2011-03-17T17:04:00.000-04:00

Cry Baby: The Pedal That Rocks The World tells the story of the wah wah effect pedal, from its invention in 1966 to the present day. Musicians, engineers, and historians discuss the impact of the pedal on popular music and demonstrate the various ways it has been used, as well as how its evolution has improved the ability of artists to express themselves musically. The film features interviews with Brad Plunkett, the inventor of the pedal, plus many other musical luminaries such as Ben Fong-Torres, Eddie Van Halen, Slash, Buddy Guy, Art Thompson, Eddie Kramer, Kirk Hammett, Dweezil Zappa, and Jim Dunlop. These professionals explain how a musical novelty transcended convention and has become timelessly woven into the fabric of modern pop-culture.

In New Orleans

2011-03-16T00:10:00.002-04:00

My rambling shoes

analogiques citoyen

2011-03-14T23:50:00.004-04:00

T-Ray - Pretending That We're Dead

2011-03-10T22:03:00.001-05:00

Smooth Metalica

2011-03-07T22:10:00.000-05:00

Eternal

2011-03-04T08:57:00.001-05:00

Aleksander Petrov, "Rusalka"

2011-03-03T10:01:00.000-05:00

Beep

2011-02-18T14:43:00.000-05:00

Beep It

Pulp

2011-02-17T22:05:00.001-05:00

Pulp-Based Computing: A Framework for Building Computers Out of Paper from Marcelo Coelho on Vimeo.

Chomsky on Wisconsion Portests

2011-02-17T21:15:00.004-05:00

Democracy Now

AMY GOODMAN: This month is the 15th anniversary of Democracy Now! on the air, and it’s a real privilege to have MIT professor, analyst, world-renowned political dissident, linguist, Noam Chomsky with us. I’m Amy Goodman, with Juan Gonzalez, and we’ve been together for this whole 15 years, Juan. It’s really been quite an amazing journey.

As we talk about this revolution that’s rolling across the Middle East, we put out to our listeners and viewers on Facebook last night that, Noam, you were going to be in. And so, people were sending in their comments and questions. We asked, on Facebook and Twitter, to send us questions. Here is one of the questions.

RYAN ADSERIAS: Hello, Professor Chomsky. My name is Ryan Adserias, and I’m a graduate student at the University of Wisconsin, Madison, and also the child of a long line of working-class union folks. I don’t know if you’ve been noticing, but we’ve been holding a lot of protests and rallies here in our capital to protest Governor Scott Walker’s attempt to break collective bargaining rights that Wisconsin workers worked hard for over 50 years ago and have enjoyed ever since. We closed all the schools around here for tomorrow—today and tomorrow, actually. The teaching assistants here at the university are staging teach-outs. The undergraduates are walking out of class to show solidarity. And all of this is because our governor and governors all around the country are proposing legislation that’s going to end collective bargaining and really break the unions. I’ve also been noticing that there’s not a whole lot of national representation of our struggle and our movement, and it’s really been troubling me. So my question to you is, how exactly is it that we can get the attention of our national Democratic and progressive leaders to speak out against these measures and to help end union busting here in the United States?

AMY GOODMAN: That was a question from Ryan Adserias in Madison, Wisconsin, where more than 10,000—some say tens of thousands of people, teachers, students, are protesting in the Capitol building, schools closed, as Ryan said. So, from Manama to Madison, from Manama, Bahrain, to Madison, Wisconsin, Noam Chomsky?

NOAM CHOMSKY: It’s very interesting. The reason why you can’t get Democratic leaders to join is because they agree. They are also trying to destroy the unions. In fact, if you take a look at—take, say, the lame-duck session. The great achievement in the lame-duck session for which Obama is greatly praised by Democratic Party leaders is that they achieved bipartisan agreement on several measures. The most important one was the tax cut. And the issue in the tax cut—there was only one issue—should there be a tax cut for the very rich? The population was overwhelmingly against it, I think about two to one. There wasn’t even a discussion of it, they just gave it away. And the very same time, the less noticed was that Obama declared a tax increase for federal workers. Now, it wasn’t called a "tax increase"; it’s called a "freeze." But if you think for 30 seconds, a freeze on pay for a federal workers is fiscally identical to a tax increase for federal workers. And when you extend it for five years, as he said later, that means a decrease, because of population growth, inflation and so on. So he basically declared an increase in taxes for federal workers at the same time that there’s a tax decrease for the very rich.

And there’s been a wave of propaganda over the last couple of months, which is pretty impressive to watch, trying to deflect attention away from those who actually created the economic crisis, like Goldman Sachs, Citigroup, JPMorgan Chase, their associates in the government who—Federal Reserve and others—let all this go on and helped it. There’s a—to switch attention away from them to the people really responsible for the crisis—teachers, police, firefighters, sanitation workers, their huge pensions, their incredible healthcare benefits, Cadillac healthcare benefits, and their unions, who are the real villains, the ones who are robbing the taxpayer by making sure that policemen may not starve when they retire. And this is pretty amazing, like right in the middle of the Madison affair, which is critical.

The CEO of Goldman Sachs, Lloyd Blankfein, got a $12.5 million bonus, and his base pay was more than tripled. Well, that means he—the rules of corporate governments have been modified in the last 30 years by the U.S. government to allow the chief executive officer to pretty much set their own salaries. There’s various ways in which this has been done, but it’s government policy. And one of the effects of it is—people talk about inequality, but what’s a little less recognized is that although there is extreme inequality, it’s mostly because of the top tiny fraction of the population, so like a fraction of one percent of the population, their wealth has just shot through the stratosphere. You go down to the—you know, the next 10 percent are doing pretty well, but it’s not off the spectrum. And this is by design.

AMY GOODMAN: The New York Times coverage of Madison?

NOAM CHOMSKY: Well, that was very interesting. In fact, I urge people to take a look at the February 12th issue of the New York Times, the big front-page headline, you know, banner headline, "Mubarak Leaves," its kind of subheadings say, "Army Takes Over." They’re about 60 years late on that; it took over in 1952, but—and it has held power ever since.

But then if you go to an inside page—I don’t know what page it is—there’s an article on the Governor of Wisconsin. And he’s pretty clear about what he wants to do. I mean, certainly he is aware of and senses this attack on public workers, on unions and so on, and he wants to be upfront, so he announced a sharp attack on public service workers and unions, as the questioner said, to ban collective bargaining, take away their pensions. And he also said that he’d call out the National Guard if there was any disruption about this. Now, that’s happening now to Wisconsin. In Egypt, public protests have driven out the president. There’s a lot of problems about what will happen next, but an overwhelming reaction there.

And I was—it was heartening to see that there are tens of thousands of people protesting in Madison day after day, in fact. I mean, that’s the beginning, maybe, of what we really need here: a democracy uprising. Democracy has almost been eviscerated. Take a look at the front-page headlines today, this morning, Financial Times at least. They predict—the big headline, the big story—that the next election is going to break all campaign spending records, and they predict $2 billion of campaign spending. Well, you know, a couple of weeks ago, the Obama administration selected somebody to be in charge of what they call "jobs." "Jobs" is a funny word in the English language. It’s the way of pronouncing an unpronounceable word. I’ll spell it: P-R-O-F-I-T-S. You’re not allowed to say that word, so the way you pronounce that is "jobs." The person he selected to be in charge of creating jobs is Jeffrey Immelt, the CEO of General Electric, which has more than half their workforce overseas. And, you know, I’m sure he’s deeply interested in jobs in the United States. But what he has is deep pockets, and also, not just him, but connections to the tiny sector of the ultra-rich corporate elite, which is going to provide that billion or billion-and-a-half dollars for the campaign. Well, that’s what’s going on.

JUAN GONZALEZ: Well, I’d like to ask you about this whole issue of the assault on unions. Clearly, it has arisen in the last few months in a coordinated way. Here in New York State, all the major business people have gotten together, raised $10 million to begin an ad campaign, and they’re being supported by both the Democratic new governor, Andrew Cuomo, and as well as the Republican-Independent Mayor Bloomberg. But they seem to be going after the public sector unions after having essentially destroyed most of the private sector union movement in the United States. They realize that the public sector unions are still the only vibrant section of the American labor movement, so now they’re really going after them in particular. Yet, you’ve got these labor leaders who helped get Obama elected and who helped get Andy Cuomo elected, and they’re not yet making the stand in a strong enough way to mobilize people against these policies.

NOAM CHOMSKY: Yeah, you’re absolutely right. There has been a huge attack against private sector unions. Actually, that’s been going on since the Second World War. After the Second World War, business was terrified about the radicalization of the country during the Depression and then the war, and it started right off—Taft-Hartley was 1947—huge propaganda campaigns to demonize unions. It really—and it continued until you get to the Reagan administration.

Reagan was extreme. Beginning of his administration, one of the first things was to call in scabs—hadn’t been done for a long time, and it’s illegal in most countries—in the air controller strike. Reagan essentially—by "Reagan," I mean his administration; I don’t know what he knew—but they basically told the business world that they’re not going to apply the labor laws. So, that means you can break unions any way you like. And in fact, the number of firing of union organizers, illegal firing, I think probably tripled during the Reagan years.

Then, in fact, by the early '90s, Caterpillar Corporation, first major industrial corporation, called in scabs to break a strike of industrial workers, UAW. That's—I think the only country that allowed that was South Africa. And then it spread.

When Clinton came along, he had another way of destroying unions. It’s called NAFTA. One of the predicted consequences of NAFTA, which in fact worked out, was it would be used as a way to undermine unions—illegally, of course. But when you have a criminal state, it doesn’t matter. So, there was actually a study, under NAFTA rules, that investigated illegal strike breaking organizing efforts by threats, illegal threats, to transfer to Mexico. So, if union organizers are trying to organize, you put up a sign saying, you know, "Transfer operation Mexico." In other words, you shut up, or you’re going to lose your jobs. That’s illegal. But again, if you have a criminal state, it doesn’t matter.

Well, by measures like this, private sector unions have been reduced to, I think, maybe seven percent of the workforce. Now, it’s not that workers don’t want to join unions. In fact, many studies of this, there’s a huge pool of workers who want to join unions, but they can’t. And they’re getting no support from the political system. And part of the reason, not all of it, is these $2 billion campaigns. Now, this really took off in the late '70s and the ’80s. You want to run for office, then you're going to have to dig into very deep pockets. And as the income distribution gets more and more skewed, that means you’re going to have to go after Jeffrey Immelt and Lloyd Blankfein, and so on and so forth, if you want to even be in office. Take a look at the 2008 campaign spending. Obama way outspent McCain. He was funded—his main source of funding was the financial institutions.

AMY GOODMAN: Now they’re saying he’s going to raise, Obama is going to raise $1 billion for the next campaign.

NOAM CHOMSKY: Yeah, and it’ll probably be more than that, because they’re predicting $2 billion for the whole campaign, and the incumbent usually has advantages.

AMY GOODMAN: Noam, we have to break. We’re going to come right back.

NOAM CHOMSKY: Yeah.

AMY GOODMAN: Noam Chomsky, professor of linguistics, Massachusetts Institute of Technology, world-renowned political dissident. Stay with us.

[break]

AMY GOODMAN: Our guest for the hour is Noam Chomsky. He has authored over a hundred books; his latest, Hopes and Prospects, among others.

Professor Chomsky, I want to ask you about former President Ronald Reagan. A very big deal is made of him now on the hundredth anniversary of his birth. Last year President Obama signed legislation establishing a commission to mark the centennial.

PRESIDENT BARACK OBAMA: President Reagan helped, as much as any president, to restore a sense of optimism in our country, a spirit that transcended politics, that transcended even the most heated arguments of the day.

AMY GOODMAN: Noam Chomsky, your response?

NOAM CHOMSKY: This deification of Reagan is extremely interesting and a very—it’s scandalous, but it tells a lot about the country. I mean, when Reagan left office, he was the most unpopular living president, apart from Nixon, even below Carter. If you look at his years in office, he was not particularly popular. He was more or less average. He severely harmed the American economy. When he came into office, the United States was the world’s leading creditor. By the time he left, it was the world’s leading debtor. He was fiscally totally irresponsible—wild spending, no fiscal responsibility. Government actually grew during the Reagan years.

He was also a passionate opponent of the free market. I mean, the way he’s being presented is astonishing. He was the most protectionist president in post-war American history. He essentially virtually doubled protective barriers to try to preserve incompetent U.S. management, which was being driven out by superior Japanese production.

During his years, we had the first major fiscal crises. During the ’50s, ’60s and ’70s, the New Deal regulations were still in effect, and that prevented financial crises. The financialization of the economy began to take off in the ’70s, but with the deregulation, of course you start getting crises. Reagan left office with the biggest financial crisis since the Depression: the home savings and loan.

I won’t even talk about his international behavior. I mean, it was just abominable. I mean, if we gained our optimism by killing hundreds of thousands of people in Central America and destroying any hope for democracy and freedom and supporting South Africa while it killed about a million-and-a-half people in neighboring countries, and on and on, if that’s the way we get back our optimism, we’re in bad trouble.

Well, what happened after Reagan left office is that there was the beginnings of an effort to carry out a kind of—this Reagan legacy, you know, to try to create from this really quite miserable creature some kind of deity. And amazingly, it succeeded. I mean, Kim Il-sung would have been impressed. The events that took place when Reagan died, you know, the Reagan legacy, this Obama business, you don’t get that in free societies. It would be ridiculed. What you get it is in totalitarian states. And I’m waiting to see what comes next. This morning, North Korea announced that on the birthday of the current god, a halo appeared over his birthplace. That will probably happen tomorrow over Reagan’s birthplace. But when we go in—I mean, this is connected with what we were talking about before. If you want to control a population, keep them passive, keep beating them over the head and let them look somewhere else, one way to do it is to give them a god to worship.

AMY GOODMAN: Noam, you’ve written about, over the years, COINTELPRO, FBI raids. We’re seeing that today. There’s almost no attention given to what we have focused on a good deal on Democracy Now!, from Minneapolis to Chicago, the FBI raids, activists being subpoenaed to speak about in various cases.

NOAM CHOMSKY: Yeah, that’s a pretty—it’s not just—the raids are serious enough, but what’s more significant is what lies behind them. These are the first actions taken under new rulings by the Supreme Court. A very important case was six or eight months ago, I guess, Holder v. Humanitarian Law Project. It was initiated by the Obama administration. It was argued by Elena Kagan, Obama’s new court appointment. And they won, with the support of the far-right justices. The case is extremely significant. It’s the worst attack on freedom of speech since the Smith Act 70 years ago. The case determined that any material support to organizations that the government lists on the terrorist list is criminalized, but they interpreted "material support"—in fact, the issue at stake was speech. Humanitarian Law Project was giving advice—speech—to a group on that’s on the terrorist list, Turkish PKK. And they were also advising them on legal advice and also advising them to move towards nonviolence. That means if you and I, let’s say, talk to Hamas leaders and say, "Look, you ought to move towards nonviolent resistance," we’re giving material support to a group on the terrorist list.

Incidentally, the terrorist list is totally illegitimate. That shouldn’t exist in a free society. Terrorist list is an arbitrary list established by the executive with no basis whatsoever, by whim, for example, but no supervision. And if you take a look at the record of the terrorist list, it’s almost comical. So, take Reagan again. In 1982, the Reagan administration decided it wanted to aid their friend Saddam Hussein. He had been—Iraq had been on the terrorist list. They took it off the terrorist list. They had a gap. They had to put someone in.

AMY GOODMAN: South Africa, ANC.

NOAM CHOMSKY: Put in Cuba. They put in Cuba, and I suppose in honor of the fact that, in preceding several years Cuba had been the target of more international terrorism than the rest of the world combined. So, Saddam Hussein goes off, Cuba goes on, no review, no comment. And now, with the new Obama principle, giving—advising groups that are arbitrarily put on this group is criminal. And that was the background for those raids.

AMY GOODMAN: Noam Chomsky, we’re going to continue this conversation online and play it on the show again. Noam Chomsky, professor of linguistics, Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

Proof that filling a tape casted roundabout dog with expanding foam doesn't work that well

2011-02-17T12:41:00.005-05:00

Roundabout Dog Challenge

TouchOSC Android

2011-02-08T21:13:00.002-05:00

Not sure exactly when but TouchOSC made it to the Android, it's donationware and awesome!

At Once

2011-02-07T16:02:00.002-05:00

Kubrick Interview

2011-02-02T05:00:00.002-05:00

Playboy:

If life is so purposeless, do you feel that it's worth living?

Kubrick:

Yes, for those of us who manage somehow to cope with our mortality. The very meaninglessness of life forces man to create his own meaning. Children, of course, begin life with an untarnished sense of wonder, a capacity to experience total joy at somethinig as simple as the greenness of a leaf; but as they grow older, the awareness of death and decay begins to impinge on their consciousness and subtly erode their joie de vivre, their idealism - and their assumption of immortality. As a child matures, he sees death and pain everywhere about him, and begins to lose faith in the ultimate goodness of man. But if he's reasonably strong - and lucky - he can emerge from this twilight of the soul into a rebirth of life's elan. Both because of and in spite of his awareness of the meaninglessness of life, he can forge a fresh sense of purpose and affirmation. He may not recapture the same pure sense of wonder he was born with, but he can shape something far more enduring and sustaining. The most terrifying fact about the universe is not that it is hostile but that it is indifferent; but if we can come to terms with this indifference and accept the challenges of life within the boundaries of death - however mutable man may be able to make them - our existence as a species can have genuine meaning and fulfillment. However vast the darkness, we must supply our own light.

Link

Bailout

2011-01-31T23:24:00.000-05:00

Beckie's Ax-Man Go Set

2011-01-27T12:26:00.003-05:00

Ingredients:
1 Box
1 square heavy mat
180 white beads
181 black (oil colored) beads
2 bags

Directions:
Make a 19/19 grid on the mat.
Use black paint to paint top of box black.
Use white paint to paint Go and mini Go board on top of box.
Put the beads in the bags.
Put the bags and mat in the box.

To Play:
Take the board out of the box.
Take the bags of beads out of the box.
Take the beads out of the bags.

All items available, at least at one time, from Minnesota's favorite Surplus Store Ax-Man.

Until 1995 it was thought that there were no turloughs in Great Britain.

2011-01-26T17:22:00.002-05:00

Twenty ten sent me back to the breadbasket.

2011-01-24T11:19:00.004-05:00

Ikea furniture devoured by the Big Apple’s craigslist monster and a bedbug-free mattress slumped against the brick wall of an italian restaurant I had lived above but never set foot. I don’t care how clean your mattress is, in NYC you can’t give that sh*t away.

Attempts were made to calculate the pros and cons, to confidants pointed questions were pinged. Any advice given only served to propagate the events already unfolding.

Quit the job you love. Give up nearly infinite access to one of the largest centers of diverse live music, art, food, and culture in this hemisphere. Move back to the midwest (where there is a noticeable lack of the aforementioned) with no real plan or career direction.

The following six unemployed months were spent ceaselessly sending resumes, watching an unhealthy amount of World Cup, and driving the length of the state more times than I care to remember. Finally, some contracted work in a related field propels me to Fargo where I would squat with a minimalist through the end of the year. A chance encounter at a career fair gets me an interview and soon after a job in the Wind Energy industry.

What possessed me to do these things? Having spent the last week chasing an SLR-toting platinum blond creative-type around Puerto Rico, the question becomes irrelevant.

These are things that happened to me. Below are some albums I listened to this year.

Jónsi - Go
Sufjan Stevens - The Age of Adz
Arcade Fire - The Suburbs
Four Tet - There is Love In You
Caribou - Swim
Crystal Castles - Crystal Castles
The Knife - The Knife (2004)
Modeselektor - Happy Birthday! (2007)
The National - High Violet
Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest
The Black Keys - Brothers
Wavves - King of the Beach

2010: Year of the Hippie Dance Off

2011-01-22T10:42:00.009-05:00

Sorry for not posting a lot since being invited to contribute to this wonderful blog. It's been a very busy year for me. Every time I try to post anything I keep getting an image in my head of Al Davis locked in a vicious field goal kicking contest with Jean-Claude Killy, but there's never a clear winner. Those glorified footmen were doomed from the start, though they never knew it. I would think that given the muscle mass of Killy's legs that it'd be a no-brainer. But never underestimate the power of greed. Davis was full of it, though so was the rest of his generation. Heavy, I know, but there's nothing I can do about it now. Shit, I'm talking crazy already aren't I? This is complete garbage so far isn't it? I've let that bastard Thompson and his friends get to me. Finally, after all these years, I get it. I understand. Onward then, leaving The Great Hummingbird behind.

2010 was a fun year for me musically. I listened to a lot of really moving music and danced with countless supplies of wonderful people. I tend to stick with hippie crowds when possible as other social groups, in my personal opinion, pale in comparison in the arenas of weirdness and love. In the last few years my tastes in music have underwent a sea change of sorts. The people of The Citizen are, with no doubt, partially responsible. I'm grateful. Here's a short list of the new music I've been into lately in no particular order (except Bassnectar, he belongs at the top):

Bassnectar - Wildstyle EP (2010), just an EP but it completely blew me away
The Glitch Mob - Drink the Sea (2010)
BoomBox - downriverelectric (2010)
Bonobo - Black Sands (2010)
Four Tet - There is Love in You (2010)
Sleigh Bells - Treats (2010)
Caribou - Swim (2010)
Deerhunter - Halcyon Digest (2010)
Girl Talk - All Day (2010)
Jonsi - Go (2010)
Buckethead - Captain Eo's Voyage (2010)
Lemongrass - The 5th Dimension (2010)
GOLD PANDA - Unreleased Medical Journal (2010)
of Montreal - False Priest (2010)

I've also gotten into several artists that I was previously unaware of, or maybe I wasn't ready to hear them at the time (thank you Alex). Here's a list:

Dr. Didg
Steve Aoki
BT
Thievery Corporation
Royksopp
Juno Reactor
The Cat Empire
Why?
Chase & Status
and a whole lot of BASSNECTAR.

I've also been listening to some really good live music:

Sound Tribe Sector Nine (STS9) - LIVE at the Filmore, Denver, CO; 12/31/2010
Dr. Didg - LIVE @ All Good 2010
The Glitch Mob - LIVE @ The Fenix, Seattle, WA
Pretty Lights - LIVE NYE 2009, Midnight at the Vic Theater

Now, I'd like to talk a little bit about "bass rituals." Every third night somewhere in this country a bass ritual is talking place. I've been to 2 of such rituals in the past year and can speak to their authenticity. This is the place where dreams are made. An individualistic orgy of societies ultimate caricature. Hippies, hipsters, ravers, metal heads, junkies, speedfreaks, and normies are all in attendance. The economy is liquid (and powdered), and flowing freely throughout the room. The atmosphere buzzes in anticipation so thick that even the "bro's" can't be bothered to spout off about how they're going to date rape some "stupid bitch" from Tulsa later at the pledge house. Or maybe they do, and I just misheard. Anyway, it starts slowly, though everyone in the room can feel the tension. Tension in their bones, in their ears, in their eyes, in their heart. It bubbles...it builds...until your mind can't handle the pressure. Then, your body takes over. You dance... hard. You find yourself wondering through a sea of love and aggression that rips your soul from the source (wherever that fiend may be hiding). You might fight it initially, but not for long. Soon 3 hours will have passed, and as you're stepping over the spent bodies littering the floor you realize that something in your life has changed. Very small, but definitely alien. Please go to a Bassnectar show and tell me what changed in your life. I still can't figure it out for myself. Even in the depths of the metaphysical there are no answers.

Peace and Love,
Brady

Edit: spelling

Listening Recommendations from Another in 2010

2011-01-21T00:12:00.004-05:00

in no particular order...

I Blame Coco - The Constant (2010)

Caroline Smith and the Good Night Sleeps - Backyard Tent Set (2008)
Anika - Anika (2010)
Har Mar Superstar - Dark Touches (2009)
La Roux - La Roux (2009)
M.I.A. - MAYA (2010)
Mark Ronson and the Business Intl. - Record Collection (2010)
Jenny Owen Youngs - Transmitter Failure (2009)
The Limousines - Get Sharp (2010)
Non Dolet - Inner (2010)
Ellie Goulding - Lights (2010)
Glasser - Ring (2010)
Florence + the Machine - Lungs (2009)
Sleigh Bells - Treats (2010)
Blow Your Head Volume 1: Diplo Presents Dubstep (2010)
Warpaint - The Fool (2010)
Girl Talk - All Day (2010)
Kate Nash - My Best Friend is You (2010)

Also these compilations are great and I love playlists:

Dermot O'Leary Presents The Saturday Sessions 2010

DAZED DIGITAL'S EPIC END OF YEAR PLAYLIST

Citizen Analog 2010 listening recomendations

2011-01-15T16:46:00.007-05:00

Paul's Favorite Albums of 2010

The Tallest Man on Earth - The Wild Hunt

Crooked Still - Some Strange Country

Shpongle - Ineffable Mysteries from Shpongleland (2009)

Samamadon - I See The Sign

K'naan - Troubadour

Mumford and Sons - Sigh No More

Stars - The Five Ghosts

Zee Avi - Zee Avi (2009)

Michael Franit & Spearhead - The Sound of Sunshine

Horse Feathers - Thistled Spring

The Books - The Way Out

Laura Veirs - July Flame

Langhorn Slim - Be Set Free (2009)

Neko Case - Middle Cyclone (2009)

Ben Harper - Welcome to The Cruel World (1994)

Bob Dylan - Bob Dylan (1962)

Dave Seaman - Global Underground 012: Bueno Aires (1999)

Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros - Up From Below (2009)

THERE IS NO MOVEMENT WITHOUT RHYTHM

2011-01-15T16:43:00.000-05:00

You could just

2011-01-12T19:40:00.000-05:00

Critical Thinking

2011-01-12T11:11:00.001-05:00

Arduino

2011-01-10T20:54:00.000-05:00

Arduino The Documentary (2010) English HD

Blogging Minnesota from Japan

2011-01-05T10:59:00.000-05:00

In Terms of Using Melisma

2011-01-05T07:23:00.002-05:00

The Melisma Stochastic Melody Generator is a computer program that generates original melodies using stochastic (i.e. partly random) processes. From this site, you can generate a melody using parameters of your own choosing; the melody will be returned to you in the form of a midifile, which will then be played on your computer.

  o ..                
   o . o o.o              
        ...oo             
          __[]__          
       __|_o_o_o\__       
       \""""""""""/       
        \. ..  . /        
   ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Video Game

2010-12-28T12:29:00.000-05:00

This is my favorite bronze statue of the main character in my favorite video game.

Illness

2010-12-20T17:21:00.002-05:00

Kiss the Girl

2010-12-14T22:51:00.000-05:00

AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL: DEATH TO THE DEATH PENALTY

2010-12-12T20:34:00.000-05:00

zzzzzzzzrr pffff

2010-12-12T19:49:00.001-05:00

In a Land

2010-12-09T16:35:00.000-05:00

Trauriger Sonntag

2010-12-02T03:08:00.001-05:00

"Gloomy Sunday" is a song composed by Hungarian pianist and composer Rezső Seress in 1933 to a Hungarian poem written byLászló Jávor (original Hungarian title of both song and poem "Szomorú vasárnap" (Hungarian pronunciation: [ˈsomoruː ˈvɒʃaːrnɒp]), in which the singer reflects on the horrors of modern culture.^[1]

Though recorded and performed by many singers, "Gloomy Sunday" is closely associated with Billie Holiday, who scored a hit version of the song in 1941. Owing to unsubstantiated urban legends about its inspiring hundreds of suicides, "Gloomy Sunday" was dubbed the "Hungarian suicide song" in the United States. Seress did commit suicide in 1968, but most other rumors of the song being banned from radio, or sparking suicides, are unsubstantiated, and were partly propagated as a deliberate marketing campaign.^[2] Possibly due to the context of the Second World War, though, Billie Holiday's version was banned by the BBC until the turn of the century.^[3]

^{-from Wikipedia}

Also, there was a German movie (2003) about 'Gloomy Sunday' called: Ein Lied von Liebe und Tod which means, a song of love and death. I recommend it. Here is a clip:

Effortless Mastery

2010-11-28T21:18:00.000-05:00

iPoems, Dolphins and Flames

2010-11-23T21:42:00.001-05:00

Oklahoma Tesla

2010-11-20T19:21:00.000-05:00

More Sharpe that you knew existed

2010-10-15T22:50:00.000-04:00

Beans!

2010-10-15T21:47:00.000-04:00

Earth

2010-10-10T13:50:00.001-04:00

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/79/Geological_time_spiral.png

Sticker art

2010-10-09T22:04:00.000-04:00

Bzzzz

2010-10-09T21:39:00.001-04:00

swish

2010-10-09T16:44:00.001-04:00

SWISH LITE PREVIEW by timprebble

I am sinking

2010-10-06T23:26:00.003-04:00

bowl

2010-09-26T21:45:00.000-04:00

Basement

2010-09-24T09:35:00.000-04:00

HOWL

2010-09-22T22:01:00.002-04:00

For Carl Solomon

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,

dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,

angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night,

who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water flats floating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,

who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs illuminated,

who passed through universities with radiant cool eyes hallucinating Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war,

who were expelled from the academies for crazy & publishing obscene odes on the windows of the skull,

who cowered in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their money in wastebaskets and listening to the Terror through the wall,

who got busted in their pubic beards returning through Laredo with a belt of marijuana for New York,

who ate fire in paint hotels or drank turpentine in Paradise Alley, death, or purgatoried their torsos night after night

with dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and cock and endless balls,

incomparable blind streets of shuddering cloud and lightning in the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, illuminating all the motionless world of Time between,

Peyote solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery dawns, wine drunkenness over the rooftops, storefront boroughs of teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree vibrations in the roaring winter dusks of Brooklyn, ashcan rantings and kind king light of mind,

who chained themselves to subways for the endless ride from Battery to holy Bronx on benzedrine until the noise of wheels and children brought them down shuddering mouth-wracked and battered bleak of brain all drained of brilliance in the drear light of Zoo,

who sank all night in submarine light of Bickford’s floated out and sat through the stale beer afternoon in desolate Fugazzi’s, listening to the crack of doom on the hydrogen jukebox,

who talked continuously seventy hours from park to pad to bar to Bellevue to museum to the Brooklyn Bridge,

a lost battalion of platonic conversationalists jumping down the stoops off fire escapes off windowsills off Empire State out of the moon,

yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and memories and anecdotes and eyeball kicks and shocks of hospitals and jails and wars,

whole intellects disgorged in total recall for seven days and nights with brilliant eyes, meat for the Synagogue cast on the pavement,

who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture postcards of Atlantic City Hall,

suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grindings and migraines of China under junk-withdrawal in Newark’s bleak furnished room,

who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,

who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars boxcars racketing through snow toward lonesome farms in grandfather night,

who studied Plotinus Poe St. John of the Cross telepathy and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively vibrated at their feet in Kansas,

who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary indian angels who were visionary indian angels,

who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy,

who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,

who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking jazz or sex or soup, and followed the brilliant Spaniard to converse about America and Eternity, a hopeless task, and so took ship to Africa,

who disappeared into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving behind nothing but the shadow of dungarees and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago,

who reappeared on the West Coast investigating the FBI in beards and shorts with big pacifist eyes sexy in their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets,

who burned cigarette holes in their arms protesting the narcotic tobacco haze of Capitalism,

who distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union Square weeping and undressing while the sirens of Los Alamos wailed them down, and wailed down Wall, and the Staten Island ferry also wailed,

who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before the machinery of other skeletons,

who bit detectives in the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,

who howled on their knees in the subway and were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts,

who let themselves be fucked in the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy,

who blew and were blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love,

who balled in the morning in the evenings in rosegardens and the grass of public parks and cemeteries scattering their semen freely to whomever come who may,

who hiccuped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce them with a sword,

who lost their loveboys to the three old shrews of fate the one eyed shrew of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed shrew that winks out of the womb and the one eyed shrew that does nothing but sit on her ass and snip the intellectual golden threads of the craftsman’s loom,

who copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of beer a sweetheart a package of cigarettes a candle and fell off the bed, and continued along the floor and down the hall and ended fainting on the wall with a vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness,

who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,

who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver—joy to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses’ rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too,

who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up out of basements hung-over with heartless Tokay and horrors of Third Avenue iron dreams & stumbled to unemployment offices,

who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-heat and opium,

who created great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blur floodlight of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with laurel in oblivion,

who ate the lamb stew of the imagination or digested the crab at the muddy bottom of the rivers of Bowery,

who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions and bad music,

who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge, and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,

who coughed on the sixth floor of Harlem crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded by orange crates of theology,

who scribbled all night rocking and rolling over lofty incantations which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,

who cooked rotten animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the pure vegetable kingdom,

who plunged themselves under meat trucks looking for an egg,

who threw their watches off the roof to cast their ballot for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm clocks fell on their heads every day for the next decade,

who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully, gave up and were forced to open antique stores where they thought they were growing old and cried,

who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion & the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,

who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten into the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alleyways & firetrucks, not even one free beer,

who sang out of their windows in despair, fell out of the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their ears and the blast of colossal steamwhistles,

who barreled down the highways of the past journeying to each other’s hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation,

who drove crosscountry seventytwo hours to find out if I had a vision or you had a vision or he had a vision to find out Eternity,

who journeyed to Denver, who died in Denver, who came back to Denver & waited in vain, who watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her heroes,

who fell on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each other’s salvation and light and breasts, until the soul illuminated its hair for a second,

who crashed through their minds in jail waiting for impossible criminals with golden heads and the charm of reality in their hearts who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz,

who retired to Mexico to cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or Southern Pacific to the black locomotive or Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the daisychain or grave,

who demanded sanity trials accusing the radio of hypnotism & were left with their insanity & their hands & a hung jury,

who threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and subsequently presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy,

and who were given instead the concrete void of insulin Metrazol electricity hydrotherapy psychotherapy occupational therapy pingpong & amnesia,

who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting briefly in catatonia,

returning years later truly bald except for a wig of blood, and tears and fingers, to the visible madman doom of the wards of the madtowns of the East,

Pilgrim State’s Rockland’s and Greystone’s foetid halls, bickering with the echoes of the soul, rocking and rolling in the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon,

with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book flung out of the tenement window, and the last door closed at 4 A.M. and the last telephone slammed at the wall in reply and the last furnished room emptied down to the last piece of mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of hallucination—

ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and now you’re really in the total animal soup of time—

and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use of the ellipsis catalogue a variable measure and the vibrating plane,

who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus

to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human prose and stand before you speechless and intelligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet confessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm of thought in his naked and endless head,

the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown, yet putting down here what might be left to say in time come after death,

and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the suffering of America’s naked mind for love into an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio

with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand years.

What sphinx of cement and aluminum bashed open their skulls and ate up their brains and imagination?

Moloch! Solitude! Filth! Ugliness! Ashcans and unobtainable dollars! Children screaming under the stairways! Boys sobbing in armies! Old men weeping in the parks!

Moloch! Moloch! Nightmare of Moloch! Moloch the loveless! Mental Moloch! Moloch the heavy judger of men!

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Moloch whose mind is pure machinery! Moloch whose blood is running money! Moloch whose fingers are ten armies! Moloch whose breast is a cannibal dynamo! Moloch whose ear is a smoking tomb!

Moloch whose eyes are a thousand blind windows! Moloch whose skyscrapers stand in the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose factories dream and croak in the fog! Moloch whose smoke-stacks and antennae crown the cities!

Moloch whose love is endless oil and stone! Moloch whose soul is electricity and banks! Moloch whose poverty is the specter of genius! Moloch whose fate is a cloud of sexless hydrogen! Moloch whose name is the Mind!

Moloch in whom I sit lonely! Moloch in whom I dream Angels! Crazy in Moloch! Cocksucker in Moloch! Lacklove and manless in Moloch!

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

Moloch! Moloch! Robot apartments! invisible suburbs! skeleton treasuries! blind capitals! demonic industries! spectral nations! invincible madhouses! granite cocks! monstrous bombs!

They broke their backs lifting Moloch to Heaven! Pavements, trees, radios, tons! lifting the city to Heaven which exists and is everywhere about us!

Visions! omens! hallucinations! miracles! ecstasies! gone down the American river!

Dreams! adorations! illuminations! religions! the whole boatload of sensitive bullshit!

Breakthroughs! over the river! flips and crucifixions! gone down the flood! Highs! Epiphanies! Despairs! Ten years’ animal screams and suicides! Minds! New loves! Mad generation! down on the rocks of Time!

Real holy laughter in the river! They saw it all! the wild eyes! the holy yells! They bade farewell! They jumped off the roof! to solitude! waving! carrying flowers! Down to the river! into the street!

III

Carl Solomon! I’m with you in Rockland

where you’re madder than I am

I’m with you in Rockland

where you must feel very strange

I’m with you in Rockland

where you imitate the shade of my mother

I’m with you in Rockland

where you’ve murdered your twelve secretaries

I’m with you in Rockland

where you laugh at this invisible humor

I’m with you in Rockland

where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter

I’m with you in Rockland

where your condition has become serious and is reported on the radio

I’m with you in Rockland

where the faculties of the skull no longer admit the worms of the senses

with you in Rockland

where you drink the tea of the breasts of the spinsters of Utica

I’m with you in Rockland

where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the harpies of the Bronx

I’m with you in Rockland

where you scream in a straightjacket that you’re losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss

I’m with you in Rockland

where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul is innocent and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse

I’m with you in Rockland

where fifty more shocks will never return your soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a cross in the void

I’m with you in Rockland

where you accuse your doctors of insanity and plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the fascist national Golgotha

I’m with you in Rockland

where you will split the heavens of Long Island and resurrect your living human Jesus from the superhuman tomb

I’m with you in Rockland

where there are twentyfive thousand mad comrades all together singing the final stanzas of the Internationale

I’m with you in Rockland

where we hug and kiss the United States under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night and won’t let us sleep

I’m with you in Rockland

where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes roaring over the roof they’ve come to drop angelic bombs the hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse O skinny legions run outside O starry-spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is here O victory forget your underwear we’re free

I’m with you in Rockland

in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea-journey on the highway across America in tears to the door of my cottage in the Western night

San Francisco, 1955—1956

This is turning into a movie

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