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Well all, it’s mid-term election night back in the good old USSA and it seems like I’m due to be disappointed in “my fellow Americans” one more time. According to CNN’s latest information, while election results are still being counted, (it is now 04:26 GMT +1 here in Stockholm)  it seems that the Tea Party Fascists are only two seats away from claiming control of the Senate for the first time in eight years and are in the process of boosting their control of the House of Representatives. Obama will continue to be frustrated by a congress that blatantly refuses to give him any respect he may or may not deserve. Nothing will be passed through congress which began in the White House and anything passed by the TP controlled congress will most likely be vetoed or fought bitterly before being forced to the President’s desk. This my friends is called a “stalemate”. In other words, the American voters once again fucked things up.  This is not even considering the state and local elections, a concept that I find, frankly to scary to even begin to think about thinking about.

While I’m one of the least likely to give a great deal of creedence or support to Obama, the idea of the Tea Party continuing to gain in  control of the congress scares me even more. Perhaps it’s the lesser of two very evil evils here. There was a wise man who once said, “Hey, WTF are you  doing?” I’m sure this question has arisen more than once in the erratic and oft confusing history of politics, and voting in America is certainly no exception. It saddens me greatly to think that American voters continue to get the proverbial wool pulled over their eyes and ignore what is so obvious to the rest of the world. When oh when will the great American conscience rising happen? Will the sleeping giant that is the American dream wake up before it’s too late? Will America ever get the hands of the GOP OUT of their wallet and OFF of their freedoms? Will the Bill of Rights ever be what they were intended to be? Will the USSA ever be the beacon of peace instead of the bacon of the GOP breakfast? My doubts continue to grow. I want to believe. I want to say I’m proud of my country, but I just can’t. It seems that in this world, in this lifetime, I never will.

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Ahhhh,, Allen G. It’s hard to think of a poet who had a bigger influence on me than you. Ezra, yes, tiger cage or not, Kenneth Rexroth and Kenneth Patchen both have opened my eyes to the beauty of taking on a social cause and of love, as has Neruda.

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, “
 
I was one of those angel headed hipsters, I was one of the frustrated youth, busted without a reason, inclined towards the inevitable decline, ousted with nowhere to go and no way back in, climbing a ladder that I didn’t know didn’t exist, where are the fucking steps? Where am I going? Following a hollow leader, leading nowhere but up and ending up nowhere but down, tearing my clothes in a flagellants rage, whipping my back with all the insipid uninspired rules of the military, the crucifix burnt into my skull, he is risen he is risen, Dylan, no, not Thomas, Bobby, no not Kennedy, a poet for no one but words for all, stuck in my throat, gagging  like a cock at an orgy, a hero running the streets at dawn, now, here in Stockholm luring me into a storm of calmness, denying me my rage until i couldn’t hold it anymore shooting it out into the worlds great gloryhole, with no one on the receiving end,
 
Well, I digress. Allen was simply one of the great minds of our, or any, generation. It is a pleasure to read and share his work. I’ve been planning on writing something for my 60th birthday a few weeks ago and I still hope to do that soon. It would be massively incomplete if it didn’t include this magnificent fountain, this famously censored HOWL.

 

Howl by Allen Ginsberg : The Poetry Foundation.

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This is the beginning of a piece that I had hoped to post on the correct day. Sadly my work schedule and other events haven’t allowed me the time to finish what I had planned to post, but I simply cannot allow this anniversary (if that’s the correct word, seems so callous in this regard) to pass without posting on the day.

I was 9 years old when John Fitzgerald Kennedy, the 35th, and still youngest, President of the United States was shot and killed in Dallas, Texas. To say that he both in general and his assassination in particular had an enormous effect on me would be a gross understatement, especially for me, being one who is often given to overstatement.

By now I’m sure most, if not all, of you have seen the existing footage many times, Jackie leaning over him in the car, the secret service agent jumping on top of them, offering his body as a shield and target in the hopes of protecting the President and First Lady, sadly too late.

They are images permanently burned into my memory. My sadness then and now is immeasurable. As time went on and my understanding of the world grew, I realized that what I felt about John and later Bobby was true. They were and still are heroes.  I was and still am, a “Kennedy Democrat”. In Sweden, I would be, and am, a mix lying somewhere in between Social Democrat and Vänsterpartiet (Left Party), with a strong support for the Miljöpartiet (Environmental Party).

Kennedy stated one of his objectives was to break up the CIA and spread it’s parts to the wind. Sadly that seems now to be an impossible task. After 9/11 and with the impenetrable strength of Homeland Security, (read KGB) the US security forces now get away with anything and to be against them is to draw an heretofore unthinkable amount of scrutiny into every aspect of your life.

I have no intention of going into conspiracy theory. I’ve always hated it Conspiracy theories are best left for the odd ones in the Mojave Desert with 10 years rations stockpiled. I will only say that I suspect the CIA and always have and always will until proven wrong.

”But you and I, we’ve been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late”.

For now, I’m going to let you ponder this, what is our fate? How would it be different if John and Bobby Kennedy had lived? If Malcolm and Martin and Mahatma hadn’t been killed? And Abraham Lincoln?

I will continue to write on my much longer, much more personal piece over the night and tomorrow, hopefully it will publish soon.

I leave you with the hope that the day gives you pause to consider our fate, our freedom, the choices governments make that we never know about, and the lies they tell us. We can do better. Jack Kennedy knew that, so did Bobby. And they paid the ultimate price. God bless us all.

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