Friday, July 14, 2017

anon


an artist

is an instrument

through which

the universe reveals itself

anon

Victory At Sea - Full Fathom Five

Thursday, July 13, 2017

He was not of an age but for all time!


To the Memory of My Beloved the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare
By Ben Jonson

To draw no envy, Shakespeare, on thy name,
Am I thus ample to thy book and fame;
While I confess thy writings to be such
As neither man nor muse can praise too much;
'Tis true, and all men's suffrage. But these ways
Were not the paths I meant unto thy praise;
For seeliest ignorance on these may light,
Which, when it sounds at best, but echoes right;
Or blind affection, which doth ne'er advance
The truth, but gropes, and urgeth all by chance;
Or crafty malice might pretend this praise,
And think to ruin, where it seem'd to raise.
These are, as some infamous bawd or whore
Should praise a matron; what could hurt her more?
But thou art proof against them, and indeed,
Above th' ill fortune of them, or the need.
I therefore will begin. Soul of the age!
The applause, delight, the wonder of our stage!
My Shakespeare, rise! I will not lodge thee by
Chaucer, or Spenser, or bid Beaumont lie
A little further, to make thee a room:
Thou art a monument without a tomb,
And art alive still while thy book doth live
And we have wits to read and praise to give.
That I not mix thee so, my brain excuses,
I mean with great, but disproportion'd Muses,
For if I thought my judgment were of years,
I should commit thee surely with thy peers,
And tell how far thou didst our Lyly outshine,
Or sporting Kyd, or Marlowe's mighty line.
And though thou hadst small Latin and less Greek,
From thence to honour thee, I would not seek
For names; but call forth thund'ring Aeschylus,
Euripides and Sophocles to us;
Pacuvius, Accius, him of Cordova dead,
To life again, to hear thy buskin tread,
And shake a stage; or, when thy socks were on,
Leave thee alone for the comparison
Of all that insolent Greece or haughty Rome
Sent forth, or since did from their ashes come.
Tri'umph, my Britain, thou hast one to show
To whom all scenes of Europe homage owe.
He was not of an age but for all time!
And all the Muses still were in their prime,
When, like Apollo, he came forth to warm
Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm!
Nature herself was proud of his designs
And joy'd to wear the dressing of his lines,
Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit,
As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit.
The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes,
Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please,
But antiquated and deserted lie,
As they were not of Nature's family.
Yet must I not give Nature all: thy art,
My gentle Shakespeare, must enjoy a part.
For though the poet's matter nature be,
His art doth give the fashion; and, that he
Who casts to write a living line, must sweat,
(Such as thine are) and strike the second heat
Upon the Muses' anvil; turn the same
(And himself with it) that he thinks to frame,
Or, for the laurel, he may gain a scorn;
For a good poet's made, as well as born;
And such wert thou. Look how the father's face
Lives in his issue, even so the race
Of Shakespeare's mind and manners brightly shines
In his well-turned, and true-filed lines;
In each of which he seems to shake a lance,
As brandish'd at the eyes of ignorance.
Sweet Swan of Avon! what a sight it were
To see thee in our waters yet appear,
And make those flights upon the banks of Thames,
That so did take Eliza and our James!
But stay, I see thee in the hemisphere
Advanc'd, and made a constellation there!
Shine forth, thou star of poets, and with rage
Or influence, chide or cheer the drooping stage;
Which, since thy flight from hence, hath mourn'd like night,
And despairs day, but for thy volume's light.

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

random thoughts from my head

He says the price of commodities is going
down
and most things are legal
and we have scavengers
all around
so if you placed
a bet on a huge
erection
your going
to need drugs
to keep it hard
and the world
is on a techno
ejaculation\
and no facial
for the honour guard

Monday, July 10, 2017

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Roswell - 70 Years Ago Today


O - Ren

Weapons Delivery


Unforeseen Consequences
American political leaders call for military action because it seems like a decisive and strong thing to do. But restraint often takes greater resolve. Chinese military strategist Sun Tzu once wrote: “Supreme excellence consists in breaking the enemy’s resistance by clever means ...before fighting. If you know neither your enemy nor yourself, you will be defeated in every battle." By repeatedly engaging in interventions without a proper understanding of our enemy ...and without a better understanding of the consequences of our own actions (stabilizing the region ?!) ...we have weakened our nation security, not bolstered it. Terrorism perpetuates terrorism ...and right now in the eyes of the Middle East we are the terrorists. The law of unforeseen consequences does not reward recklessness.

Friday, July 7, 2017

Close Encounters-Proof of Alien Contact 1of 5

Prepare for death



Remember me as you pass by


As you are now, so once was I


As I am now, so you must be


Prepare for death and follow me.

Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Monday, July 3, 2017

prisoner of war



You are a prisoner of a


permanent war economy,


you are a prisoner of war.

Saturday, July 1, 2017

Happy Canada Day!



The idea of nations to the surprise of most who live in one is a modern invention. One country under God only solidified in the 17th century, and it was the cover for imperialism. Living next to the biggest myth builders of all time, its remarkable that Canada even exists at this time. For sure we were the worlds greatest pikers for failing to follow the American Dream circa 1776. We even fought and drew blood in 1812 but for what reason? I believe that the Americans were a splinter group from the Illuminati who dissenter due to what Adam Smith had to say. England just had too extravagant tastes in a land where communications took six months at best. You can send as many virgins as you like to stamp out sex at the cathouse, but the one who does not fuck will be killed by the others. The colonies were always a place for second and later sons to thrive and beat the first born by actually winning a race. So wonderful was this experience a word was invented by the French to describe it: egalitarianism. Being English the sons of Shakespeare refined the word into meritocracy. A little linguistic flavour proving that by being bi polar in ancestry made Canada the best nation ever to combat the mental illness of the world. Canada was born on stolen land. Thats the truth and if the law we pretend today was in existence yesterday we post 16th century settlers would all be in jail and likely making packages of prison panties to be sold on Geronimo. Who has not stolen something, let them throw the first stone. Life is a game of Risk, the fact that we can define and try to control this game play is what makes civilization. 

 The indigenous people of Canada I doubt come from here. Look at their faces and what do you see Chinese or Mongolian or Nepalese. I call them the first Hippies, because they live off the land and just live natural and nobody owes anything or anybody and thats the thing the infestation of anglo saxons feared and could not let such freedom breed. 

 I was born in 1958 a child of the Hungarian revolution which spilled over in spectacular ways to Canada. With the tacit approval of the Soviet Union hundreds of thousands of Hungarians came to Canada to be fed. If you believe all races are equal your a fool. People are like dogs and everybody loves a dog. Some dogs are attack dogs and others will make you wet with kisses, humans are the same. The bred does not define the characteristics but its an indicator, and if you put large groups together they get all simplistic. Humans are animals plain and simple. 

 Humans are social creatures by habit. In Canada we have made best use of this social media to create the best place for all humans to live on this planet. I lived in Austria for 7 years and I will tell you it blew me away. For a skilled white guy paradise. I dont want to say the wrong thing about Austria a nation I admire above all other. They dont have the tools to integrate.

 Integration is not a forward progression. In fact most third world immigrants are still stuck intellectually in a lost century. In my mind anyone who believes in Gods will has sacrificed their squirrel life here on earth and if you want to be a squirrel and run that cage to the max Canada has succeeded IMHO to place that energy. 

 Canada is a place where everyone in the human race can feel at home and that blows out the candles at any celebration

Thursday, June 29, 2017

The World realizes Jim Morrison was the one true God

jimmy jimmy walking and tallking on the sixth asoplane
untill it killed him and its a unfortunate death
is some respects
but the truth 
he found
he could not
handle
as it is for so
many soft harted
anchorists
because to make
the first astarl
plane
converge with the 
sixth
we need
a Jesus
who as the son
of God is not
such a dissapointmet
and dissappera
for 40  years
and I thought
I did great
benders

So the whole world 
is going up in fLAMES
and the shithouse
is first
DO NOT GO NEAR
ANY SHITHOUSE
UNTILL THE ALL
CLEAR


Shit in the forest
like the bears
If we all shit in the forest
and ate Chesnut
the world would
be sustainable
right here
is where
you sign up

Mind Boggling Last Images From Cassini

Jobs that require warm bodies

Image result for black sabbath technical ecstasy cover
Well the list is endless today
tomorrow is another day
and I give you a case
in point mother

Pregnancy is so inconvenient
and their is a chance of pain
that would exceed 
any immunization
right now today
I can outsource any
birth to India
and in China
they will mess
with the DNA
in the hopes
of a best 
outcome

If Motherfuckers cant
get a hand job
whats left for the
rest of us?

The last line
the Marriott line
of the marketing driven
company
is the Marketing
guy
who with a smile on
his face and his dick
in his hand
can close any deal
like superman

Superman the analytics
predict your just a dick
but it was a magnificent
dick
very similar
to the one
of Geronimo

What happens when
the robots find
that robots
dont buy much
just some juice
and replacing
noneducational
joints after
multi million
hours?

With nobody
buying
they will
be the ones
exploring a
new market
some will
call it communism
and either way
you code
it it it
is the end
of humnity.





Monday, June 26, 2017