Why not just go to Joseph Goebbels himself? Oh, that's right, he got taken out by Eisenhower's very effective and righteous mobile investigators.  Nothing is more hateful to wisdom than too much cunning. 

How well do you think the Dems are going to do in the election when the fly-over zone people who
are actually far enough away from the two left coasts' imbalance to be sullied and jaded (read: who
are still sane and ethically well, by and [very] large) find out what the therapists and psych doctors, the
educators and librarians, the media and advertisers and PSA-ers in radio/television/print, etc, etc, etc
have been perpetrating, methodicaly, tactically, whenever there is a good hidey-hole from which to 
sabotage (they think) with impunity and professional malfeasance (listening, bar-members?) in clumsy
if organized die-namics to "make change." [more at short change con]     

Say, via, one good article in the Atlantic Monthly, for one example of a stop-gap event trigger.

"Don't let them find out what we've been doing, dancing around real good on two left coasts!"

RNC and others with morality and decency on board the good ships of state and authority, note: I --
and certainly others, who are white male heterosexual Christians who don't like being told how to vote,
-- probably any such non-Dem -- even a person of all the correct demographics and "oppression" back-
story medals, but who are going to vote for a Republican because they like the individual they intend
to vote for's ideas, plans, public service [local and global] record -- have had "unspeakable mutilations 
of the spirit" perpetrated against them, right out of Burroughs, Orwell, Huxley, by these Rosenbergian 
treachery (e.g. Albany, NY, Safety Net's David Daniels and his 3 of 3 women supervisors; by Jill Miller
and Dan Godfrey [doof director puppet prop] of Clearview Cntr, & RSS's Dellarocco [need to look
at her "business" card for His panic spelling, mea culpa "--do you know how to go down?" -/- "Not as
professionally as you do, honey...") seditionist (and professional decency horror-show) ambush
method carni-workers.)

Well, RNC, it will be all over for the "Democratic" Ticket That Exploded. Funny, Hillary should have
had sniper fire on her mind so much, up underneath, low back and to the left inside her mind. That's 
just what her enlightened hyper-crit minions have been doing to innocent WMHC/R-or-I s --we 
presume without her direct remembrance of any involvement (wait, aren't there some legal perfidy
issues outstanding re. the Clintons and Whitewater and other stuff [jargon, sorry.].).     

Just need an Atlantic Monthly quality-level, honest, publisher. Harper's Magazine or Atlantic Monthly?
Which one needs a circulation boost and one more historic article under their daunting belt?

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But why have you laughed (sic) out Shopenhauer?!?!
quod vide: The World as Will and Idea

You are giving people the sense that you
don't think you know the first thing about
suicide if no Schopenhauer..., RAG.

What Fresh Hell is This?,  then, which you present
to The Thinking Polymath of Xanalby -- sheesh!?
 
www.gobi-igloo.com

Re. Parker: I dig drinking sherry at the Algonquin squarestable 'special.
And Chumley's (Edna St. Vincent Millay) is dream-oozing-ly almost like
I'm personally "not letting her die!"

You also need to read everything you can find *->BY<-* (primary sources)
William S. Burroughs, William T. Vollmann, and the French poets maudit.
See Gerard de Nerval and Rambaud, of course.

Clive Barker and Poppy Z. Brite (NOLA -- q.v. -Drawing Blood-)
are noobies of note.

You are Welcome!, enthusiastic vibrant one, special RAG-meister
(not gender specific).

I have much, much more, if you want to meet; it's a security thing...
I'm sure you understand -- some of this material wants smuggling-
out in my sox.

"Whether 'tis nobler* in the mind to suffer [them (N.B.: it is)]...", [comma
not coma;] " Just Say [YES to LIFE and Work and Faith -- plz see: John Paul
Sartre quote at main Gobi-Igloo.com page, if you wood (sic).] !"

--again: --admin, --the Erlkonig Sisters' Fight-Knight Feet first
note toe-tag: You will want to be prepared for various interventions
from family, friends, and others -- especially people who can make
money off of selflessly keeping you and others alive... (Again see:
Burroughs on "The Aftosa Commision" from, I think, feller say,
his litgroundblasting Naked Lunch.)

Thank you, now. &_ALS-o.O -- you certainly want to travle over
there to NYC-town and interview --on the air-- Howard Stern. Yes?
Natch.  Please Allow Me Also: tonight you could watch "Lost Weekend"
(as you know, the Ray Miland vehicle. [very nice-dresser the "Natch Girl"
in the bar scenes -- I always have this special crush on her. Demimonde-
wise. Great BONE structure. Also: see/hear please o.0 the Beethoven
funeral piece for trombones, [is it Drei Equali Fur Vier Posaunen] -- excel-
lence in obscure powers-of-good-info-audition-related reasons to "go the
distance" Staying Alive" -- it is nobler [*ibidem])

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~~ I'm still short 4 books on The
Wr. Ways & Means from the fete,
And 2 Mahlers from 76xx Plum;
New Orleans, LA ...--- Autographed
Buddy Bill Burroughs and two Ecos
among the rest of it... ~~
Don worry' about the junk below,
Many changes coming
These here's jussa sketch,
Errah, ahauahh!
Kinna wyncha?  /()/

Log Cabin Highlands Woman

there is an ore in dreams that
I refind again and again
sizzle smokey campfire Klee fish
caught without the seventh door as
a veil a mist or fog faux wake fireflies'
vibes untracked light pan fishing my game
without number arrive curves of blue
twilight lace to the heaped streams
and streams cor sing eyes sing straight
forward scrolling mountains' roll uber roar that
reveal an ore resealed in sleep

Pill planted 7 milligrams deep
Between the crack in your green
Deck we stained.
I saw a flower once
But I was clothed.
One time made the change and
(She used to leave it around the house too as Schade-bait)
Flew into Mr. Hyde fit because I said I saw
A moth in the lamp shade I wasn't wearing.
I feel so badly for
The people at herr donner party
And, like them, any people who
Not merely have no place to go;
But no way to get there either.
No gold No gold No gold
In them thar hills.

Evincing 'ripped and tied Affections'
Doctor-in disfigured knot, skull and grin.
O woemade heart-hollow marrow-ill to "dust to dust!"
The tale withstood all imprecations sere.
"An ancient mariner..." An ancient mare
In the grasses scuffed. 
As I sought to question Rook's evil twin.
"I'm moved fine plastic sir or clay
Will you descant me sans delay
Upon the hours scouring sour
And blush the cause of evil's power?"

I saw images
Flashes of concrete dancers exceeding sound exceeding sound exceeding
They exceeded
Sound - from Saint Paul rode Amtrak towards Chicago; there meet Valerie from
Charlotte, N.C.
They exceeded
Sound !! - a bloomushroom cloud of red hair met my bold throb now !!
Sidewalk E-sun
One inch high, bussed by taxis (and she is) so near me now I want to want
To tell her how glad, I'm wowed. I've found her. Sounds...
Grace Kelly meets her Jackie Gleason.

Sir Knight proceeds towards this mast
His mount browsed distanced in the grass.
Reached up; Armand picked one erlong;
There were naught about to say t'was wrong.
The walk from Union Station
To an anything but melodious, (say ominous of odium?)
Anonymous Bar and Grill was as lark-filled as the apeiron;
That we used to feel within a better podium:
Love like the lustre of train tracks.
"This move is one quite new to me
Forward backwards sideways, we.
But outside my 'digm as formerly,
I ask who moves me thusly, free?"

Once he was confused of scoring's source:
...while separated by a clock,
Run back and forth;
Put block to block...
And that was why, YMCA?(;)
Whose farm hand tills these dusty plays?
My Lady was held fast -- alas:
Not held at all, though hours glassed.
There now, a poem, that poem again...
Wait, coming, back watch, embers, when?


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there now, a poem, that poem again...popsicle birds...over a frozen daquiri "cheese cake" lake --         
...streamed, there a tree where chessmen hung
Fresh black fresh white the colors sung;
And these appeared where ought be fruit,
Contrariwise. 'He's on a toot...?'

Nay;  Sir Knight proceeds towards this mast
His mount browsed distanced in the grass.
Reached up; Armand picked one erlong;
There were naught about to say t'was wrong.

For instant White Rook gauntlet spanned;
Then did speak forth; 'surper's ear command.
    
"This move is one quite new to me
Forward backwards sideways, we.
But outside my 'digm as formerly,
I ask who moves me thusly, free?"

"I'm moved fine plastic sir or clay
Will you decant t'me sans delay
Upon the hours scouring sour
And blush the cause of evil's power?"

~~~~~~~~~[]
A bastard breeze ruffled through our mail, at cuff;
Became a lute the Rook plucked in weird inflections;
Evincing 'ripped and tied Affections'
Doctor-in disfigured knot, skull and grin.
O woemade heart-hollow marrow-ill to "dust to dust!"
The tale withstood all imprecations sere.
"An ancient mariner..." An ancient mare
In the grasses scuffed. 
As I sought to question Rook's evil twin.

"I'm moved fine plastic sir or clay
Will you decant t'me sans delay
Upon the hours scouring sour
And blush the cause of evil's power?"

[]___________
A princess was held fast -- alas:
Not held at all though hours glassed.

~~~~~~~~[]

In Whitebridge once
She wanted to be a senator's wife
Now she's washing his ton's nonce:
Geoff! Ignored under the Civil knife.
We cannot speak like her ken do
But she still might have been [ibid]
If Plato were tread - not winishly skimmed
Domo Arigato.
 

TÜ¥enbsp;
-- for #25


She didn't care for the poem.
...there was a heavy metaphor incident hanging in
The air of Jersey City that day.
I walked like a New York City filmmaker from the bar
Combing one hand through my thick wavy hair, at dusk.
...was a school garden where
once a swimming pool threatened
Flooding Estyre's Boy's Ballroom.
And I sat there with Flydog/Laddie and quietly
Watched the clouds pass through those walls.
it is nothing but me:
Only we five then, so rapt now, thin like
Love's Eisenhower, my Dad along a Way,
Unflanked in Flower Fields Castle.
The walk from Union Station
to
An anything but
Anonymous B&Grill was as lark-filled as the apeiron;
That I use too much.

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425 E-Cargo SunWalk Revisited...

She didn't care for the poem.
...there was a heavy metaphor incident hanging in
The air of Jersey City that day.
I walked like a vacant lot East New York filmmaker from the bar,
Combing his hand through my thick wavy hair, at dusk.
...streamed, there a tree where chessmen hung
Fresh black fresh white the colors sung;
And these appeared where ought be fruit,
Contrariwise. 'He's on a toot...?'
...see a school garden bare;
Once a swimming pool threatened
Flooding Estyre's Boy's Ballroom.
And I sat there with Flydog/Laddie and quietly
Watched the clouds pass through those walls.
Thus it is inside me corps:
Only we six then, so rapt now, thin like
Love's Eisenhower, my Dad along a Way,
Unflanked, ignored, Flower Fields' Castle.
A bastard breeze ruffled through our mail, at cuff;
Became a lute the Rook o
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A Medley
For My Conductor, Mr. Sammy Pall, Upon My Return To The Stage

[(Reader:
Loosely Metrically alla 1950 4/4 pop ballad, pick-up prep on a dotted pattern:
"Well hel-" on 4.)  Tempo: PTAG (Patton Tanks apres guerre)]

  Well hello there....gee
but it's been [Chinese lacuna] long long time; [fill out lines with 2 bar
(etc.) rest, (anti-skimming)]

And you know
there...We earnin' dead-pres on our climb. [2,3,4; 1,2,3]

Hope to see yall...some
sunny day, heard-th'song yorp before, [(*aside & sotto voce & wink
+ thumb*) hey, Sammy!]

So hello, Fair...Greek
and bon mots, got lots - spill on this, your thespian floor.

Tzits not the
same floor - hello Wall - ...but I wear clean pants now as you all see;

Not just Sunday,
but Monday and the Toos ...[N.B.] Sat Day I run free...

When you meet
me ...you'd pick one-O-those dag durn doodle Dixie darn days.

Yes, I'm near
you, don't fear you: au contrare revere [Mr. Pall, Sammy, hey!]

But such a wonderful
door

That it's all
right with me...

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