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The
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Vol. VIII, No. XI
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The sun rises higher
The gods have blessed us
Times moves at their command
The gods have blessed us
Times moves at their command
Taking the stars
Deeper into the darkness
Stretch the afternoon
Lazily over the land
Deeper into the darkness
Stretch the afternoon
Lazily over the land
Lisa Jain Thompson c. 2007 C. E.
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For in walking thro' the Strand and Fleet Street
one morning at seven o clock,
I observed there was not one shop open
tho it had been daylight
and the sun up above three hours
-- the inhabitants of London choosing voluntarily
to live much by candlelight and sleep by sunshine,
and yet often complaining a little absurdly
of the duty on candles and the high price of tallow.
one morning at seven o clock,
I observed there was not one shop open
tho it had been daylight
and the sun up above three hours
-- the inhabitants of London choosing voluntarily
to live much by candlelight and sleep by sunshine,
and yet often complaining a little absurdly
of the duty on candles and the high price of tallow.
-- Benjamin Franklin
NORTH AMERICANS
MOVE YOUR CLOCKS AHEAD
DAYLIGHT SAVINGS HAS BEGUN
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somewhere between spring and winter, I sit, writing down what the muse demands of me
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jump ahead
The Sadness
It's not that I'm addicted to sunlight
-- No more than any primate --
I just find that Daylight Savings Time
I just find that Daylight Savings Time
Suits my body's natural rhythms,
My need for open prairies
Framed with high mountain peaks
And rivers winding through
Deep gourged canyons
As their waters rush to open seas.
My need for open prairies
Framed with high mountain peaks
And rivers winding through
Deep gourged canyons
As their waters rush to open seas.
Cities look better
Draped in lights and darkness,
Draped in lights and darkness,
Worlds, beneath the eyes
Of inconstant suns.
Of inconstant suns.
If we were nocturnal,
The moon would be our goddess,
But we are children of the fire
That brings life
To the earth around us.
That brings life
To the earth around us.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
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or is it fall forward?
Stalking the Wild Clock
I wonder how god keeps track of time
When we move it willy-nilly back and forth.
Has he appointed some archangel time keeper
To change his celestial clockwork,
When we move it willy-nilly back and forth.
Has he appointed some archangel time keeper
To change his celestial clockwork,
Or does he simply replace his time pieces
With a word or a wave of his hand?
With a word or a wave of his hand?
God only knows if he's gone digital
Or gives a whit about the foibles of man.
Or gives a whit about the foibles of man.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
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Post-materialism
Legislative "nanny" bills proposed this year to help you be as good as the lawmakers think you should be:
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Restrict the use of artery-clogging trans fat, common in fried and baked foods and linked to heart disease, in restaurants and school cafeterias.
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Bar smoking at state parks and beaches, and in cars carrying children.
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Open a savings account, seeded with $500, for every newborn Californian to use at 18 for college, a first home purchase or an investment for retirement.
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Fine dog and cat owners who don't spay or neuter their pets by 4 months of age.
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Require chain restaurants to list calorie, saturated fat and sodium content on menus.
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Phase out the sale of incandescent light bulbs, which are less energy-efficient than compact fluorescent bulbs.
And I bet you thought you knew what was good for you.
Let Big Mama protect you from yourself.
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I doubt this needs an introduction at this point
Ann of a Thousand Slurs
I was going to have a few comments about the other Democratic nominee, John Edwards,but it turns out that you have to go into rehab if you use the word 'faggot.'
-- Columnist Ann Coulter at the Conservative Political Action Conference
Ann, Ann,
I've defended you,
That you aren't a man,
Taken you at your word
That you are
Who you say you are,
Told people that your large hands
And prominent adam's apple
Don't mean a damn thing
As far as sex determination goes,
Then you go off [again]
Making slurs against gays
Like some homophobic crossdresser,
Disparaging homosexuals
As if you were a stone dyke lesbian,
-- You sure like to make it hard
For someone to defend you.
I've defended you,
That you aren't a man,
Taken you at your word
That you are
Who you say you are,
Told people that your large hands
And prominent adam's apple
Don't mean a damn thing
As far as sex determination goes,
Then you go off [again]
Making slurs against gays
Like some homophobic crossdresser,
Disparaging homosexuals
As if you were a stone dyke lesbian,
-- You sure like to make it hard
For someone to defend you.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
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Fashion Questions for Britney. Lindsay, and Lisa Nowak
Are panties necessary apparel for a night on the town?
Are Depends a road-trip must?
Discuss.
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I took the wrong DoD bus and spent an enjoyable hour cruising to and fro' across the Potomac River during a light snow fall
Three for March
1.
In The Early March Snow
Snow, traffic,
Stuck in the middle
With the D.C. disability,
We are loosed from time
As the world slows
Into imperceptible motion
And forward progress approaches
Absolute zero.
Potomac dark against
Low white banks,
Cherry trees still
Full closed budded,
Jefferson shakes his head
At our rude morning folly.
Low white banks,
Cherry trees still
Full closed budded,
Jefferson shakes his head
At our rude morning folly.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
2.
View from the Navy Yard
Grey bottom, grey sky,
Grey city waiting out
The last two years
Before we pretend
The world is reborn
And our new savior arrived;
The few joyful months
Before reality sets in
And politics as usual
Regains its upper hand.
Before reality sets in
And politics as usual
Regains its upper hand.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
3.
Crossing Back
Arlington Cemetery,
Potomac Park,
Pentagon to the right;
Cars, bridges,
Departing airplanes
Low against the sky;
A crystal city
Without sparkle
Hanging out against
The morning rush,
Carbon monoxide
And diesel fumes,
Perfuming the falling snow.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
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The American Challenge:
Name one man who has ever mentioned
childcare as an obstacle to his career.
childcare as an obstacle to his career.
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let's rock an' roll
American Cowboy
Bye bye Mr. Richard B. Cheney,
Drove your country to a battle
And found winning wasn't easy,
The good old boys are chanting neotheory,
Singing " this will be the day that we die.
"This will be the day we all die."
Drove your country to a battle
And found winning wasn't easy,
The good old boys are chanting neotheory,
Singing " this will be the day that we die.
"This will be the day we all die."
Now for six years we've been on our own
Two more and you'll be gone
But that's not how it used to be
When the poet commanded the king and queen
In an ancient voice borrowed from Woody Guthrie
He spoke the words that we want to hear
And while the king was looking down,
The Crown Prince stole his thorny crown;
Our knights were lost in space
No planning was in place;
While a woman read from Robert's book,
And a new man spoke the words we want,
We sang holy words on the net
The day our hope revived.
The Crown Prince stole his thorny crown;
Our knights were lost in space
No planning was in place;
While a woman read from Robert's book,
And a new man spoke the words we want,
We sang holy words on the net
The day our hope revived.
Bye bye Mr. Richard B. Cheney
Drove your country to a battle
And found winning isn't easy
The good old boys are chanting neotheory,
Singing " this will be the day that we die.
"This will be the day we all die."
Bye bye Mr. G. W. Bush,
You're as happy as a hawg
In an East Texas waller,
You don't know come here from sic'em,
Singing " this will be the day that we die.
"This will be the day we all die."
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
there goes my security clearance ...
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The Power of Blind Faith
MIAMI, Florida (AP) -- A convicted sex offender on trial in the abduction and slaying of 9-year-old Jessica Lunsford told authorities that he hoped to meet her in heaven and apologize, Detective Gary Atchison, the lead investigator in the case, testified Tuesday.
"He said he had to forgive himself before God could forgive him, and that someday he would see Jessica Lunsford in heaven and he would apologize to her."
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risk
Function
Consequences in terms of
Probability of event,
Exposure to potential loss,
The possibility of harm:
Risk is all these, but life is more
Than lying in some safe bed
Waiting for the security of death.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
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International Women's day,
a day that once stood for women's liberties,
has been hijacked by yoga, spices and animals in art .
a day that once stood for women's liberties,
has been hijacked by yoga, spices and animals in art .
-- Zoe Williams
The Guardian
The Guardian
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the nonsense of commuting
Connecting
Chilly wind
Blowing through the train platform,
Causing me to off-balance,
Grasp for something steady
And break a nail,
Ripping it, bleeding it,
Staining my blouse as it drips.
My body cannot focus,
Cannot compute
Without dropping
Bits and pieces of reality
Like some media-stalked britney.
Cannot compute
Without dropping
Bits and pieces of reality
Like some media-stalked britney.
I bounce off the metro door,
Slide in next to a woman
Darkly focused on her paper
And suck the microbes
From my bloody finger.
Lisa Jain Thompson
March 2007
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This isn't for the man who can't count the bodies,
Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong,
Claiming I'm the decider, like some sort of messiah,
While another day passes and a hundred souls gone
Can't comfort the families, can't say when he's wrong,
Claiming I'm the decider, like some sort of messiah,
While another day passes and a hundred souls gone
-- Mary Chapin Carpentier
On with Song from The Calling
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PEACE
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