Friday, September 30, 2011


THE RADIO MAN
Bad men are full of repentance. 
Aristotle 
Of all the men, 
he was the most dignified, except ;
Couldn't put my finger on it.
He looked and acted like the professor on Giligans  island ,
the resemblance was striking .
They even called him the professor.
Looking at the two  closer,
you will notice they never quite looked you in the face,
as if they have some dark corner about themselves to hide.
No idea what the professor on Giligan’s  island was hiding ,
but Bob seemed to be running from something,
Keeping a low profile.
He was the electronics guy.  The Bird man from Alcatraz type,
he stayed up very late at his radio.
His radio shack was off limits , he was very striked  about it.
The men at the camp ,
most with very shady back grounds respected him.
There was a rumor he was CIA at one point.
Now he’s a fisherman on Kodak Island ,
so strange we were so close to Russia .

COFFEE SHOP MOMENT 
Got my coffee, 
got my lap top and I got my mission!
I’m not going to screw off!
About an hour or two later,
I’m being let of by the Beetles Yellow submarine .
Yup,
the Starbucks I was at was maned my beatnik UC Irving kids,
and a box set of the Beatles and a great sound system.
It might as well been Turkish hash because I was a goner .
How can your not draw funky pictures in your note book?
Yep,
my tongues was hanging out,
and I was doodling to beat hell lost in time.
It was psychedelically refreshing .
THANKS BEATLES  !

Tuesday, September 27, 2011



Our worst enemies, demons, often have the best lessons for us. AS much as we ridicule them and call them crazy, The Mujaheen, has Likely defeated its second super power with basically mussel loaders.

Sunday, September 25, 2011





THE GHOAT MEN 
There is something very majestic about mountains; 
here, 
they seemed to shoot strait up,
 from brown earthy tones, 
to gray blue then white.
 Sharp and zagged,
 beard like flowing downwards. 
There was definitely a heaven and earth feel to it,
 more so like mount Olympus with it jealous gods; 
but here, 
more so of undiscovered Indian gods.
 Then again, 
despite what I’ve said, 
they definitely have their Pan,
 but here there is allot of them and they come down from the mountains.
Seeing these men,
you would think Doctor Moreau is alive and well.
They didn’t look at you because they hated you .
It wasn’t fear in the least bit.
It was distain .
You nauseated  them as inferior beings would.
It made me fill like a Witch approaching Calvin’s very flames.
Fearing the mountains such that they burnt right through your nightmares.
The mountains were to be feared.
I felt like a kid who tried to put out a hot plate with his bare hand and learned about fire the hard way.
Everysingle time,
looking up I felt more and more like a child.
The mountains pressed down on me.
wanting to escape yet my
hands bound by uncle Sam;
 I would be slaving here for a full year.
I say tour because time is different here.
not just by the tic of my watch,
but in time.
This land seemed really old ,
timeless,
a warm blur between distant past and eternity.
nothing seemed to change and yet in a fiery blur,
everything was terrifyingly changing as if on a carousal out of control, panic.
These mountain men were the conductors and controllers of this this TRIP.
They had me buffaloed even before I started my hunt for them in the mountains. 
My mind was heaver than my pack,
daunting steps,
one by one,
like quick sand and the incline and altitude pushing me down.
I remember In the market,
 I occasionally would catch their eye. 
An Amber haunting glow, 
an emptiness,
what Alla would drain such souls.
Oddly,
 there eyes and demeanor were goat like.
Strange and stubborn ,
 meddling stares.
A masculin suden  rudeness.
They took what they wanted,
 ripped at things and  chewing nonchalantly .
Like junk yard ghosts that would climb upon delegated cars knowing on just about anything,
with out a doubt ,
demonstrated survival. 
They would appear from the mountains  and disappear back up the mountains like ghosts.
What many don’t seem to understand is that people morph with there surroundings. 
Spend enough time around animals and they will change you.
 In some places, 
do to the conditions, 
altitude,
 temperature so on, 
these changes are more profound.
They speak of these creatures as myths,
yet as Picasso said,
what you can imagine is real.
And here,
so true.
3 pm
9.24.11
KR

Saturday, September 24, 2011


THE DEMONS PREYOR


THE TALIBAND HATED HIM MOST,
EVEN MORE THAN THEIR SATIN,
HE WAS REWRITING THEIR BOOK OF EVIL WITH EACH MEETING.


THE HATTED POET,
SINGING THEIR SONG TOO WELL FOR AN INFIDEL , MOCKINGLY.



THEY GRUMBLED AND CURSED ,
THE MOST VIAL SOUNDS TO THE WEST"


LIKE FINGER NAILS TO THEIR BLACK BOARD,
THE MISFIT APPEARED,
AS IF BEHIND A TEACHER WITH TACK.


DRAWING GRAFFITI OVER THEIR HOLLY SCRIPT,
THEN SCRATCHING THEIR BLACK BOARD PIERCINGLY;


SECRETLY MOST  APPROPRIATELY,
IN THIS GOD FOR SAKEN PLACE.


THEY COVERED THEIR EARS TO SILENCE THEIR HIDDEN APPROVAL OF SOMETHING BEING SAID SO WELL,
 KNOWING ALLA IS WATCHING AND LISTENING.


   MOST EVIL AND LAUGHING,
MADNESS AND MISCHIEVOUS GLEE,
HE SUNG THEIR HOLLY CALL TO PREYOR AS A HOLLY JOKE.


THEIR RAGE MADE THEM STAND AND BE SHOT ONE BY ONE.




5AM


9.24.11


~ ANONYMOUS 


TELLS of HORROR : THE NIGHT STALKER  


A TWILIGHT BETWEEN NIGHTS, 
ONE SLIGHTLY ILLUMINATED,
 THE OTHER DARK AND VERY PRIVATE ;
 THE INTRUDER CREEPS IN,
LOOKING DOWN THE SANDY STUCCO SIDING ,
LIKE A BLACK CAT WITH LARGE YELLOW ALIEN SAUCERS EYES WITH DARK COMMANDING BLACK SLIVERS AT THEIR CENTERS;
 HELLS CRACKED DOORS, 
HOVERING OVER HIS PREY IN THE DARKNESS.


HIS RAZOR SHARP INSTRUMENTS  AND RUDE PROBS READYING TO DISECT HIS SUBJECT TO HIS WRAPPED ,
 CHURNING ,
 FANTASY.


PURE VOID SCREAMING NOTHINGNESS, 
HIS MIND WHIRLING LIKE A RAZOR SHARP SOUSER IN THE STILLNESS CUTTING , FEELING NOTHING, 
NOT EVEN A GASH WHICH WOULD ALARM.


THE DEAMON UPON THE PEAK, 
DANCING INSIDE  A PRIMORDIAL PAIN. 
FAR BELLOW OUR HUMANITY , 
YET BUBBLING UP ON OCCASION AS WE SEE HERE.
POSSESSED,
 BARLEY CATCHING HIS DROWNING BREATHE,
SO VERY HERE AND HAUNTING , 
FIGHTING TO SURFACE AND HE DOES.


PHANTOM ENTERS STAGE LEFT,
GRIPPING THE DARKNESS.
AS ANCIENT ACTORS DO,
 WITCH DOCTOR LIKE,
WITH STILL TENSION SUDDENLY EMERGING GESTURE WITH A DRAMATIC SPELL;
HIS BODY SUDDENLY QUICKENS ,
HIS TAIL STILLS AND STABS WITH DIRECTION; 
SPOTTING  AN OPEN WINDOW,
 A MOUSE, 
THE KILLERS ASSUMS THE HUNTERS PRAWL.


A SINGLE HEART BEAT ,
PIERCING  LOADLY,
MUST BE SILENCED,
MOVING TOWARS THE WINDOW,
THE CAVE IF YOU WILL.




~ ANONYMOUS 


4AM


9.24.11




A lot of life is dealing with your curse, dealing with the cards you were given that aren't so nice. Does it make you into a monster, or can you temper it in some way, or accept it and go in some other direction? 
THE FIRST HALF OF YOUR LIFE IS SPENT SCREWING UP, THE SECOND HALF IS SPENT DEALING WITH IT .
~ HENREY ROLLINS
The first monster you have to scare the audience with is yourself. 
HOLLYWOOD, MEDIA, AND FASHION IS KNOWN TO GO THROUGH CYCLES. 
WE MAYBE ON THE VERSE OF A KNOW CYCLE AND IT WILL BE BECAUSE ARTIST USUALLY DO WHAT EVERYONE ELSE ISN’T DOING. DOING WHAT PEOPLE ARE DENYING , WHAT WE ARE BLIND TO.
IT IS CURIOUS THAT HALLOWEEN IS NEARING. THEIR IS SUCH A BUILD UP OF FEAR NOW AND THEIR IS ALLOT OF DENIAL  .
I THINK HORROR STORIES AND SUCH CAN BE BENEFICIAL RIGHT NOW FOR TWO REASONS:
1, CATHARSIS FROM FEAR, JUST GETTING THE ENERGY OUT. ENERGY CONFINED OFTEN EXPLODES AND OR LEAKS OUT. 
2: TO INOCULATE US TO FEAR, FEAR OF FEAR IT’S SELF. WE ARE LIKELY TO BE DEALING WITH MUCH FEAR AHEAD. ALL SIGNS ARE POINTING THAT WAY, AND LIKE SOLDIERS WE NEED TO BE PREPARED.
IF YOU THINK A LITTLE FURTHER AND DEEPER, WE ARE REALLY MORE CAPABLE THAN WE THINK. MODERN SOCIETY IS DECEIVING, GIVEN WE HAVE SO MANY LUXURIES AND IN MANY WAYS SHELTERED FROM HARSHER REALITIES.
THIS RUNS AGAINST MANY OTHER OTHER LESS FORTUNATE PLACES ON EARTH, AND FROM WHERE WE EVOLVED.
WE ARE THE SURVIVING DEPENDANCE OF COUNTLESS STRUGGLES AND THREATS. LIFE WAS SO MUCH SORTER AND MORE VIOLENT. PEOPLE WITNESSED DEATH AND TRAGEDIES FAR MORE OFTEN AND TO A GREATER DEGREE.
LIKE OUR ENVIRONMENT , SOCIETY AND HEALTH, OUR MINDS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SHOULD BE.
LUXURY HAS A WAY OF SAPPING OUR STRENGTH. FEAR IS AT ITS BEST WHEN DISGUISED AND NOT UNDERSTOOD.
“We promise according to our hopes and perform according to our fears.” 

“Farewell Hope, and with Hope farewell Fear” 


“Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment.” 

KR

6:30AM

9.24.11

Thursday, September 22, 2011






What if the light tower of Alexandria was the warm beckon of love & enlightenment?

What place rest below it?



What would it's libraries contain?

Do such things ever have a face?

Then can you ever truly describe a face?

Do they ever stop?

No, then your left with they just are and that is what they will be.

True being is infinite and seems to gaze and you back to it like the sun and the stars and all they contain.





~ annonaymous




~•~






Your Excellency ,

Thy hero is theee Lady or "gentleman" who can bare not knowing with patience and yet , 

quest for order,

 civility and wisdom in a most humble way.



What separates the enlightened wise from piper, 


is that they seek to soothe and coax the finer qualities in life.



"He who... sings ...scares away his woes."


 —Cervantes





Sunday, September 18, 2011

WHEN THE WORLD WENT FROM FLAT TO ROUND




WHEN THE WORLD WENT FROM FLAT TO ROUND


‎"The church says the earth is flat, but I know that it is round, for I have seen the shadow on the moon, and I have more faith in a shadow than in the church." 
— Ferdinand Magellan



Over the Edge of the Earth by Lawrence Bergreen


I've recently finished Bergreen's Book, OVER THE EDGE OF THE WORLD

http://www.amazon.com/Over-Edge-World-Terrifying-Circumnavigation/dp/0066211735

In brief:

If I were to turn this book into a movie, I would work my way back from the ending. A reader needs to have a sense of the enormity of the event which is daunting . 

To really get a sense of this, in many ways a miracle, you have to get a sense for just how fragile they were and we are in the greater picture. It’s like the beginning of a horror movie were in the character is oblivious and for the most part unprepared for what lies ahead. You can say, they had not the imagination for it, such a poor frame of reference and in many way completely wrong. It was so bad, it is laughable . They started their journey with the notion their world was flat, had edges they would fall off and horrific monsters.

Magellan was the first to circumnavigate the Earth that is  60,000 miles;  imagine traveling only 1000 miles. It is accepted that you will have to replenish your food and water supplies many times over and many repairs on the ships with have to be improved. Further, beginning the journey, they had no idea how long it would take nor what they would face. It would be like you or me walking to Argentina with a simple back pack. We would walk through Mexico. At some point, our supplies would run out and we will have to barter with the locals. For the first part of the trip, you will probably farewell, but as you get further down, it will get allot more uncertain. It will be harder gage who you're dealing with and how to deal with them. Are you dealing with friendlies or foe?  Also, the terrain and all it possesses will change. In sum, it will get harder to estimate and forecast your trip. For the better part of the 3 years at sea and the 60,000 miles the voyage was not only uncertain but it was out right perilous . On top of all this, in many ways you could say it was nearly hopeless.  Out of nearly 300 men who left Seville 3 years earlier only 18 survived . Of the 5 ships that set out to see, only the smallest Victoria barely survived . It was in fact sinking manned by a  dying skeleton crew .


Out of this 18 only 3 senior officers survived and came before King Charles to tell their story. Magellan was not only not present , he was forgotten and disparaged despite being the most loyal Captain to the crown. His body never recovered . He was hacked to pieces by indians.  A boat full of mutineers  returned early slandered Magellan to save themselves. Magellan, was not Spanish but  Portuguese  and was considered a traitor and his family was persecuted . The families coat of arms removed..... 

Despite all of this, Magellan is considered one of the greatest explorers. His  circumnavigation of Earth was very instrumental to Spain's success and knowledge of Earth. Quite literally, in mankind's mind, the world went from flat to round.  This was a huge step in that there entire way of in visioning the planet .

Countless ways to address this unique step for mind kind so I'll start was a few subtle changes.

The moment The Virginia made it back to port and the information started to sink in, our entire way of envisioning the world started to unwind. Suddenly, there were no limits and our entire orientation changed . There were no longer edges of earth and we weren't traveling on flat ground nor sea.  A colossal paradigm shift was underway. In a way, we went from a two dimensional world outlook to that of a three dimensional out look.

This is quite a mouthful and you need to pause and let it sink in and resonate.

Continuing, In 1522, the smallest of the 5 ships The Victoria was seen coming up the Guadalquivir river leading to Seville. It had quite literally a skeleton crew of 18 starving , diseased men. 18 was the minimum number of men that could man a sailing-ship.    Half of these men were working a pump below to keep the badly damaged ship afloat . The main mast was torn and very faded, so much so it saved them from the Portuguese who were looking for them.  The small ship was loaded with spice which ended  up paying for the entire fleet and voyage .

After Magellan , 3 larger armadas where sent out  to follow Magellans course. All of them failed with even worst results.

The final stretch of the voyage was probably the most dramatic . Lead by an inexperienced Army officer who took over because all the captains and most senior officers were dead, made a disastrous miss calculation and  lead the ship out to the sea . After sailing for a month, they realized their mistake and out of desperation sailed to a Portuguese port. At the time, the Portuguese were hostile and particularly hostile because of their voyage. 

They played themselves off as an ill fated cargo ship. They managed to resupply enough to make it back to Span.

Most of the tell of Magellans voyage came from one journal faithfully keep by a scholar  brought along by Magellan .

I find this last stretch quite amazing and have formed a mental image of what it might have been like. The only way I can convey this thought is much like a scene from a movie.

THE PHYSICAL SETING:

FIST PERSON POINT OF VIEW:

Have you ever been out on an incredibly hot day in the desert?

You're numb, parched, and it seems like a barley conscious dream. You don't care much and are depleted . When you're starving and dehydrated it is hard to consume water and food.  Some times you question why you're living and it seems you're barely holding on to a thread that leads home. Oddly, you reflect on your entire life as if you're an angel  above yourself. It is so easy to give up and in a way it is uncertain why you hang on.

Imagine this person on a wooden deck . He's  very aware that the ship is very damaged. It feels like a loose raft of wood, which in a way it is. It could fail any time. It is clear it would not survive an other storm. 

Now consider, you are very much fearing the sea and especially the deep. You're a very superstitious fearful 1500 man. Imagine these waters were still inhabited by strange monsters and spirits. So if another storm came, the ship would disintegrate ; it will be a slow, chili death. You've seen sharks eat men alive and you know they are waiting for you. Given your weakened condition you felt absolutely vulnerable and probably would sink and or die of shock very rapidly. It is likely you would just give up. This was disgusting , you're a brave spaniard of the day.  You're a devoted catholic and you're reciting hail marries in their sleep. You saying it  often to drown out their fear and to keep yourself conscious. Your feeling gods presence near.

You're on the deck, and your not sure if the your were on the right course. Your rations of rice and water are horrible. You  have to force yourself to eat and to keep it down. Given you're starving , it would feel like it wasn't doing any good. You probably did not want to look at the other sailors because you would be looking at men dying and in horrible condition. Further ,  their skeletal bodies would look like death. Given it was 1522, they would know of the black death that went through Europe killing nearly 2/3 of the population. You've heard about these horrible times from your  parents who where survivors. 

Having experienced so much, you feel like a indecipherable, silent  encyclopedia of experiences . Returning home, you feel like an astronaut  of the day. You had been in space for three years and most of there territory unknown and inhabited. You had survived treachery and desperate survival at it's worst. It was like an entire medium size rock concert going through an a Friday the 13th. Men where captured, tortured and or hacked to death by crazed savages. Drowned, strangled, hanged, drawn and quartered  and dying slowly from silly accidents. Given that there were three mutinies, it was fraught with drama. The crew was full of different nationalities and even indians so their were all kinds of loyalties. so on.

So here you are turning up Guadalquivir river headed for Seville. It's surreal. You're in  disbelief they made it.  It is a waking dream sort of a de ju vu, you've dreamt of this day over and over.  YOu  feel detached yet  euphoric . You couldn't even cry physically and out of fear you would go insane. Most worst, you're also so apathetic they forgot how to cry. When you're close to death, you tune everything out and in a way you're already dead. So oddly, you would have to be revived. You would have to be slowly brought back to life and probably by fascinated people. It would take awhile to fully gather yourself to make a coherent story. You know well you have been  forgotten . Life would have a magical quality, a sort of heaven and you would be a bit disoriented.  You would become more and more aware of just how callus   and worn your body was from the elements. To some degree, you would notice your eccentricities having been in such condition for so long.