Monday, October 29, 2007

Saturday, October 13, 2007

The Front

This has been unlike other Octobers
my month of majesty and promise
transformed by static high pressure
into endless heat
parched fields
and the desire for air conditioning
when I need to hear the night crickets.
But this evening comes wind
the dry leaves scuttle along the blacktop
twirling between parked cars
and abandoned shopping carts
the curtain's slow dance with the window
intensifies as the white noise banter
of swaying branches climaxes.
Come morning I know the sidewalk will crunch
and my bare arms will acknowledge
a crispness that children of the air once knew
when they still went outside to stare skyward
as geese flocks honked to the South
in formation against a washed out, purple, gray sky
that hung heavy and lifeless over porches where pumpkins sat still un-carved
and they laughed in raked kaleidoscopes
when the weather wasn't a channel.

Orchard, Markham, Virginia

Tuesday, October 09, 2007

Monday, October 08, 2007

Wednesday, October 03, 2007

Money Means Everything in Politics if you're already among the chosen who adheres to the prevailing philosophy of imperialism

I don't really have anything to say tonight, except that Ron Paul raised as much as McCain and Richardson, and more than twice what Biden or Dodd took in. Of course this new found mometary strength won't allow for his ideas to get a fair airing. He'll still only get asked two questions in a two hour debate, and they'll be snearing with ridicule, same way Mike Gravel and Dennis Kucinich were treated by Tim Russert. At a time when the polling data shows America, not just Democrats, wants the war over, you'd think the most anti-war candidate of all would have a chance, but he'll be treated like crap again next Tuesday, just wait...

Friday, September 28, 2007

Connemara Coast

View from the ferry to Aran-July 18, 2000.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Tuesday, September 25, 2007


We lived in Ginsberg prophesied Baltimore madness
one brief night you an I saw industrial sky rainbows
stars for billions of thoughts and flowers in iced January
music in our head as we parted concrete seas
lost in love with everything
turning the car away from warehouse wonder
to 29th street possible ways home
crazy 7-11 ponderings of direction asking
finally just driving into the weirdness
in the back of our minds we knew we were going to die
but the colors were beautiful
and you had five miles to draw a picture.

"Who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural ecstasy.."- Allen Ginsberg

Highways of spirals
spectra shooting from our fingers
candy stained skeleton faces
warm vibrating gas pedal
mellow 50 mile per hour beltway murder games getting us home
and you had five miles to draw a picture.

Monday, September 24, 2007

Mild Rant

Thinking about next year I can only shake my head. Here you have the most unpopular president since ever and his party filled with johns and wide-stance bathroom users who block votes in the senate on allowing soldiers to have sufficient rest and on letting DC have a vote, and yet I'm convinced the Democrats will blow this big time. The stupid NYT ad is emblematic of the dark future I foresee-a perfect example of Republican genius-taking our minds off eternal war and a collapsing economy to let us know that what's really important is the implied content of a political print ad. In a sense it was another swiftboat moment, where patriotism and loyalty get turned on their head by people who have neither, but yet come out looking rosy.
Even Newt is convinced that odds are 80-20 the GOP will lose the White House. Me, I'm not so sure. I think the odds are decent if Romney or Thompson are the nominee, but Giuliani is the ultimate nightmare candidate in that his whole persona is built on milking terror and fear. He is the polar opposite of the GOP on most issues, even recently opined that illegal aliens aren't criminals, but yet he may well get nominated even though he is odds with all the social planks of the platform. Perhaps the people who base their vote on protecting the unborn by voting for the ones who will wage war on the born will sit this out, or find a third party, but if they cover their nose and vote for someone whose life and politics are anathema to evangelical conservatism than I think the Dem's are doomed. I guess this is when we find out if conservatives are really values voters or if they're filthy pragmatists like the rest of us.
As far as the democrats being doomed-well, except for the minimum wage they've accomplished nothing against a lame duck president who has an approval rating in the 20's and an opposition party whose rank and file are being arrested and exposed as purveyors of the sexual deviancy they condemn. The party is composed of cowards afraid to take a stand because they lack the sick genius to fight off the attacks of being defeatists. When the president can't define victory (even though he declared it 4 years ago) how can they be afraid to challenge his contention that somehow there is a an American victory ahead in a war that we are merely stuck in the middle of and not actual participants?
Hillary had better nominate Biden or Wesley Clark as her VP, because someone has to explain a way out of this nightmare and she doesn't have the courage or the acumen to do so.

Another Victory For Home Depot!

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Sunday, September 16, 2007

Cedar of War

We took Grace for a walk at the battlefield this afternoon to soak in the perfect 70 degree, cloud free day. It wasn't the right time of day for classic photos, but this tree at least looked cool in person.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

US Army Training Center, NOT in Warrenton, Va

Actually located near Brandy Station.

Friday, September 14, 2007

The Traveler's Delusion

My longtime friend and fantasy baseball addict, Gel Paco, has started a new travel blog to showcase his exemplary travel photography covering four continents of exploration over the past ten years. You would be doing yourself a favor to take a look at Traveler's Delusion.

A Waste of Time

Through Digital Camel I discovered a website called Nova Town Hall. It's a website run by one of Kevin's friends who happens to be a leader in the Loudoun County anti-immigration movement (Help Save Loudoun!). The site is a blog with posts regarding political and social issues that are 99% of the time to the far right of your humble correspondent. Any comments posted that are not within the world is black and white sphere of these peoples minds is attacked immediately with the word liberal being thrown around like it was akin to being a child molester. Any criticism of anything these people write is easily dismissed with comments such as "____ is off his medicine again" or "typical liberal".
One regular poster there always feels compelled to defend the sorry statistics about crime and violence in this country by constantly breaking the statistics down by race, and pointing out that we're as safe as any western European socialist country if you just subtract the blacks and hispanics.
Another will argue forever about his dual love for the US and Confederate flags, claiming both as his heritage.
The flame wars just go back and forth forever on this supposed town hall for Northern Va that seems to only have about a half dozen devoted members who are in complete lockstep with each other on every issue and I can't even figure out why they bother writing anything.
So if you're ever on Kevin's blog you might click on the link if you're interested in nativist, racist, Confederacy defending, pro-war, pro-death penalty, anti-abortion commentary from northern Virginia's far right.
I however have made it a point to never visit the site again, as the closemindedness and orthodoxy there makes meaningful discussion impossible.

Monday, September 10, 2007

Thursday, September 06, 2007

Watching buttercups

15 years ago this week I began my junior year of high school, perhaps the most insane year of my life, certianly up to that point, at least. It was a time when the Beatles' album 'Let It Be' was in near constant rotation on my cd player until I discovered Syd Barrett. A time when an odd creative writing teacher named Mr. Mariani helped me to realize the usefulness of actual narrative and the value of editing, a time of first loves, Boxes of Rain, maniacal visions never to be replicated, great friends like Ryan, Shane, Nik, Kevin, and Sean, getting busted for a journal, first roadtrips, Hemlock, misery, raves, and concerts.....
"Time it was
and what a time it was, it was
a time of innocence
a time of confidences
long ago it must be
I have a photograph
preserve your memories
they're all that's left you."
---Paul Simon
In those days I had the motivation to record everything in either poem or prose, and at least in my nostalgia the material holds up pretty well. I'm not sure why I lost the will to be penning thoughts everyday like I used to, but that doesn't mean I won't nostalge just as much, if not more, over these days in times to come.
"I'll never be able
To relive this day
except in memory."--Mark Kozelek
How much slips by every hour forgotten or longed for forever? Only 8.5 years until I'm 40. It seems like only last week I was discovering Bob Dylan and writing morbid poetry of my futile longing for a girl named Asia, only minutes ago that I married and stomped across Ireland on the perfect honeymoon, a blink since my daughter came screaming and wrinkly into the world:
"Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun"