Newsflash:
Tuesday, 02 January 2007 09:32
Last Updated on Saturday, 06 January 2007 19:22
The
Starpoet
Newsletter
Vol. VIII, No. II
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
<><><><><>
^^\/\/\/\/^^
<><><><><>
that my lyre
is stained with menses
is stained with menses
my verses
soaked in estrogen
does not diminish
that I
sing these songs
beautifully
soaked in estrogen
does not diminish
that I
sing these songs
beautifully
the dearest gods
of earth and heaven
laugh and cry
at the words
I unleash
of earth and heaven
laugh and cry
at the words
I unleash
I am a tumbling breeze
that trembles
the blossoming cherry
with praises for the girl
with violet sweet breasts
that trembles
the blossoming cherry
with praises for the girl
with violet sweet breasts
remember me
after the moon and Pleiades
have gone
remember me
when time has passed
and I lie alone
beneath the green hills
and the hunter’s bright stars
after the moon and Pleiades
have gone
remember me
when time has passed
and I lie alone
beneath the green hills
and the hunter’s bright stars
when the summer wave
washes white foam
across your toes
and the sand beneath
is drawn back
to the ever waiting sea
you will remember me
my songs
my love
and the world
I breathedwashes white foam
across your toes
and the sand beneath
is drawn back
to the ever waiting sea
you will remember me
my songs
my love
and the world
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2007 C. E.
(possibly a reprint but a good one)
(possibly a reprint but a good one)
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
the new year tumbles me with poems
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
the president in the news
Jerry
When one dies,
Even a president,
We all edge closer to the end;
Without fanfare,
Without flags and circumstance,
We all move forward to the exit.
Even a president,
We all edge closer to the end;
Without fanfare,
Without flags and circumstance,
We all move forward to the exit.
The death of one reminds us all
That we will be brief,
No matter how carefully
We avoid the subject.
That we will be brief,
No matter how carefully
We avoid the subject.
We do not want
To watch the motorcade,
But we do,
And soon join our voices
In one last memory of our friend.
In one last memory of our friend.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
more on the president
Gerald R.
Funerals are a comfort,
That I do admit,
A time for the living to remember
And then forget.
A time for the living to remember
And then forget.
Grand churches and their celebrations
Do help to ease the loss,
And I'm quite fond of Bach chorales
And Mozart's Requiem unfinished.
Do help to ease the loss,
And I'm quite fond of Bach chorales
And Mozart's Requiem unfinished.
But I can't bring myself to believe
A funeral effects the funeralee
Whose body soon will forever be
Amoldering in his grave.
A funeral effects the funeralee
Whose body soon will forever be
Amoldering in his grave.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
Gender Theory is to Post-Modernism
As flies are to bullshit.
As flies are to bullshit.
LJT
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
new year stuff
On The Road
Grey New Year,
Fog and drizzle,
Too many bushes,
Not enough presidents;
Fog and drizzle,
Too many bushes,
Not enough presidents;
Skies neither blue
Nor deepest black,
A colorless morass
That dampens all the world.
Nor deepest black,
A colorless morass
That dampens all the world.
Two long endless calendars
Until the Crawford Nightmare is over;
The nation feels like we're starting junior year
At some over-rated, ivy league, rich boy school.
Until the Crawford Nightmare is over;
The nation feels like we're starting junior year
At some over-rated, ivy league, rich boy school.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
elections
Wanting
1.
I want a black man,
I want a woman,
I want anyone
But an alcoholic texan
Who trembles and stumbles
Like my wine-drunk father
I want a woman,
I want anyone
But an alcoholic texan
Who trembles and stumbles
Like my wine-drunk father
Who I could not help,
Who could not help himself
Until it was too late
Who could not help himself
Until it was too late
For any of it to matter.
2.
We tried to cover for him,
He tried to hide it from himself
Until he was caught once too often
He tried to hide it from himself
Until he was caught once too often
To pretend anymore;
He denied, we denied,
It made no difference:
Cigarettes and sauterne killed him,
It made no difference:
Cigarettes and sauterne killed him,
Ending every thing,
Bad times, good times,
Bad times, good times,
And leaving only the memories
Of what might have been,
Of what might have been,
If only.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
Off The Main Sequence
This will be an occasional piece of writing, unconnected to poetry, connected to me. I need to write more. The topics, as usual, will be of my own, rather scattered choosing.
You might have noticed, if you have visited StarPoet recently and if you had visited a couple years ago, that most of the old StarPoet (1995-2006) is not visible at the moment. When we moved to the new server, we took the opportunity to revise and revisit StarPoet so that it looks and works more efficiently and, hopefully, has more structure so visitors, including me, can find what they might be looking for. Somewhere over 2.5 million visitors saw the original StarPoet (I stopped counting). Hopefully millions more will visit the new incarnation.
The previous lack of structure (other than what was inside my head) has made it more difficult to deconstruct and rebuild the damn thing than anyone might have expected. But StarPoet will be back – All of It (at least the parts that are still relevant).
They include:
-
The Poetry (naturally)
-
The Xena short fiction (the nice soft core lesbian Xenerotica will not dissappear)
-
Various other short fiction (some soft core, some not)
-
Some Science Pages if anything is still relevant
-
General writings
-
Lesbiana
I will not be putting up the various image collections, no matter how many visitors they might have drawn.
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
bio of sorts
The Sound of One Dog Barking
I am only a tinkering mechanic
Playing at true inovation,
A shadowed poet who knows her debts
And acknowledges her roots
Playing at true inovation,
A shadowed poet who knows her debts
And acknowledges her roots
In the forgotten past.
I have two legs, two arms, two hands,
Two eyes to see the world around me;
Two eyes to see the world around me;
My brain is not greater than good,
My soul no better than any woman's,
My soul no better than any woman's,
Especially hers.
Yet I am her, at a crucial cusp
Where past and future intersect
And the whole world shifts
To I know not what.
And the whole world shifts
To I know not what.
Yet I am here,
At one brief moment of time,
Believing I can make a difference,
Influence the direction of the thrust,
Help determine if we live or die.
At one brief moment of time,
Believing I can make a difference,
Influence the direction of the thrust,
Help determine if we live or die.
As a species, I must,
Or forever disappear
Into antiquity.
Or forever disappear
Into antiquity.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
Hear this, Sunni dog. Iraq is a Shiite country now
Since history is written by those who rule, the annals of the U.S.-supported Iraqi government record that the deposed dictator Saddam Hussein was given a fair trial, sentenced to death for the mass murder of innocent Shiite civilians and duly executed by hanging on Dec. 30, 2006, in accordance with Iraqi law. A tragic era was brought to an end, according to the official history, opening the way for a brighter tomorrow.
it is impossible not to hear echoes of the time when Hussein was the one who wrote Iraq's history. For years, the Reagan administration gave him military and intelligence support to keep the hated Persians from defeating his outnumbered forces in the Iran-Iraq war. In 1983, Donald Rumsfeld was dispatched to visit Baghdad as a special envoy; he smiled broadly as he shook the tyrant's hand.
I wonder if future historians of the Shiite ascendancy will so easily forget the U.S. "tilt" toward Hussein during the war, or America's nonchalant acceptance of the way Hussein's Sunni regime oppressed, persecuted and massacred majority Shiites all those years, or the way America encouraged Shiites to rise up against Hussein after the Persian Gulf War and then backed off and watched as he sent helicopter gunships to slaughter them.
-- Eugene Robinson
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
mélange
Three Views of The Plot
1.
They,
You know,
You know,
They,
You can't let them get you;
You can't let them get you;
Stand up,
Don't let them get you alone;
Don't let them get you alone;
Run,
Run,
Like your life depended on it;
Like your life depended on it;
Be careful,
Watch out,
Watch out,
They are here.
2.
A potter's field, so they say,
If there were thirty pieces of silver,
I never saw them.
Yeshua sent me,
Told me to trigger our plans;
I did,
Now look at me,
I did,
Now look at me,
Look at him,
Dead, Dead.
My crazy brothers
Think they have lost their Messiah:
My crazy brothers
Think they have lost their Messiah:
I have lost a friend
Who history will not remember.
Who history will not remember.
I can only guess
What they will think of me.
3.
Let me ignite your cigarette
-- I'm not P.C., I guess --
Let me explode your cherished beliefs,
The ones you hold deep in your heart.
Let me explode your cherished beliefs,
The ones you hold deep in your heart.
I have a brain,
I have a pen,
And I will use them;
Although I cannot fiddle,
I too am very good
At making a big stink.
I have a pen,
And I will use them;
Although I cannot fiddle,
I too am very good
At making a big stink.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
The Unseen War in 2007
Iraqi Ministry of Interior numbers:
12,320 Iraqi civilian deaths (2,000 in December)
1,231 Iraqi policemen Killed
602 Iraqi soldiers
U. N. Figures for 2007
120 Iraqi civilians killed each day
43,800 Iraqi civilians killed in 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
finishing off the new year
The View from the Center
Here at year's end,
The universe ends,
Oscillates,
Oscillates,
Expands again.
The world reborn
Collapses
Into ancient patterns
And mammallian hormones
That form the subtext
Of our existence.
Collapses
Into ancient patterns
And mammallian hormones
That form the subtext
Of our existence.
Tomorrow is a date on the calendar,
Today,
A chain of events
Extending back
Extending back
To the beginning.
Time moves around our reallity,
Taking the moment from us,
Replacing one with another.
Replacing one with another.
We watch from point of priviledge,
Lossing consciousness of the universe.
Lossing consciousness of the universe.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
still another view
The Eve of Everything
Champaigne and first kisses,
Clock on the ball,
Times Square and Seaquist,
Dick Clark in the hall;
Clock on the ball,
Times Square and Seaquist,
Dick Clark in the hall;
No snow, no chill,
No Iraqi War pall:
Party on, everyone, party on,
Tomorrow the world may fall.
No Iraqi War pall:
Party on, everyone, party on,
Tomorrow the world may fall.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
big finish
Cross Dressers Reality Rag
A serial killer is stalking Springfield, Virginia,
Preying on older single women in their homes.
In the four cases so far,
There is no sign of forced entry.
The only common thread is that
All his victims are older women.
Preying on older single women in their homes.
In the four cases so far,
There is no sign of forced entry.
The only common thread is that
All his victims are older women.
All of you trannies, you'd better watch out,
The Springfield Slasher is up and about
He doesn't care about your mat make-up,
Or how you dress in your house.
The Springfield Slasher is up and about
He doesn't care about your mat make-up,
Or how you dress in your house.
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4
What are you worried about?
There's no difference between a woman and man,
He don't care about your silicon;
What are you worried about?
There's no difference between a woman and man,
He don't care about your silicon;
And it's 5, 6, 7, 8
Open up those pearly gates.
All of you dressers crossing over the line,
Getting in touch with your feminine side,
All of your dresses and political rants
Ain't much help against a knife.
Getting in touch with your feminine side,
All of your dresses and political rants
Ain't much help against a knife.
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4
What are you worried about?
There's no difference between a woman and man,
He don't care about your silicon;
What are you worried about?
There's no difference between a woman and man,
He don't care about your silicon;
And it's 5, 6, 7, 8
Open up those pearly gates.
So if you think this is all a game,
That women and men are both the same,
Be ready to learn how it really feels
To be a woman among all these men,
To be a woman when you cannot run,
That women and men are both the same,
Be ready to learn how it really feels
To be a woman among all these men,
To be a woman when you cannot run,
To be a woman all the time.
And it's 1, 2, 3, 4
What are you worried about?
There's no difference between a woman and man,
He don't care about your silicon;
What are you worried about?
There's no difference between a woman and man,
He don't care about your silicon;
And it's 5, 6, 7, 8
Open up those pearly gates:
This could be your dying day.
Lisa Jain Thompson
January 2007
January 2007
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
"Surge" is to "Escalation"
as "Shock and Awe" is to "Aerial Bombardment"
as Iraq is to Viet Nam
as Donald Rumsfeld is to Robert McNamara
as George W. Bush
as "Shock and Awe" is to "Aerial Bombardment"
as Iraq is to Viet Nam
as Donald Rumsfeld is to Robert McNamara
as George W. Bush
is to
Lyndon Baines Johnson.
LJT
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
PEACE
__/\/\/\/\__
^^\/\/\/\/^^
^^\/\/\/\/^^
Copyright © Lisa Jain Thompson 1995-2007. Further distribution of this newsletter in its entirety is authorized. Email your letters and postcards or visit her contact page at the Starpoet website.
Set as favorite
Bookmark
Email this
Comments (0)
Subscribe to this comment's feed
Show/hide commentsWrite comment
Show/hide comment form
| < Prev | Next > |
|---|
Starpoetby Lisa Jain Thompson.
I welcome your comments. You can use the public forms that appear throughout the site or visit my contact page and leave a private note.
For your own email copy of my weekly Starpoet Newsletter, you can subscribe here or (sadly) unsubscribe there.
