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About Me

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Add to My Profile | More Videos I look hard for the beautiful in the ugly--the swaggering ballet of the homeless, the confectionary flow of sidewalk urine, the shining micro-cityscape of piling refuse--and so on. To see poetry in the everyday, in the struggle, in the triumph, in the loneliness of simple existence, in the natural composition of the frozen moment which echoes each breath,--that is the true caretaker of my own contentment. I enjoy the stimulation of thoughtful argument, the challenge of philosophical contemplation, the posturing of socio-political discourse and when (often, perhaps) that fails and the whiskey is driving through the veins, and decades of thunderous music pounds between my temples, a little brawling replaces any textbook for lower learning. A trainwreck in a cemetary is the timely irony that I seek to emulate.

My Interests

Thinking, writing, proselytizing, plutonian sunbathing, Braille elevator rides, latex socks, the cold vacation of the imagination, reptiles, a better tomorrow, mating habits, instant water (just add!), listless moaning of republicans, Bush's assasin, New York in the Spring, San Francisco in the Summer, Christian dogma in the Fall, Discontent in the Winter. Furry puppies. Babies with muzzles. S Dali. Antonio Gaudi. New Guitar Strings. All moments before waking. Passion. Poetry. Madness. James Joyce, Mystery. Seredipity. Coincidence. Long nights with Mozart's Requiem,The abolition of the Daily Planner. The IDEA of god. Creation Myths. The past remaining so. The rapture of being Alive. The promise that all of this could be but a dream...or a nightmare.

I'd like to meet:

with the ghost of Joseph Campbell over a goblet of absinthe and a button of peyote. fuseaction=viewImage&friendID=32942705&albumID=72626 2&imageID=10739865

You are the Hanged Man

Self-sacrifice, Sacrifice, Devotion, Bound.

With the Hanged man there is often a sense of fatalism, waiting for something to happen. Or a fear of loss from a situation, rather than gain.

The Hanged Man is perhaps the most fascinating card in the deck. It reflects the story of Odin who offered himself as a sacrifice in order to gain knowledge. Hanging from the world tree, wounded by a spear, given no bread or mead, he hung for nine days. On the last day, he saw on the ground runes that had fallen from the tree, understood their meaning, and, coming down, scooped them up for his own. All knowledge is to be found in these runes.

The Hanged Man, in similar fashion, is a card about suspension, not life or death. It signifies selflessness, sacrifice and prophecy. You make yourself vulnerable and in doing so, gain illumination. You see the world differently, with almost mystical insights.

What Tarot Card are You?
Take the Test to Find Out.

In 1989 I sang for the band 'DISTEMPER' and played at the Metroplex, the Dungeon and some crappy warehouses; Sham69 was horrible.

Music:

"Music was invented to confirm human loneliness." - Lawrence Durrel The Damned, Beethoven, The Clash, Chet Baker, Cobain, Ramones, Subhumans, Cramps, Pistols, Iggy and the Stooges, Bowie and Ronson, Hendrix, Cash, L7, Tom Waits, Dinah Washington, L. Cohen, AC/DC, Doors, Joan Jett, Plasmatics, MDC, Bauhaus, Sisters of Mercy, Love and Rockets, Joy Division, Television, B. Holliday, Jim Carroll Band, Bauhaus, early Pretenders, Siouxsie Sioux, young Metallica, Nina Simone, Mozart, Sonic Youth, Blondie, early Stones, Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, Chick Corea, Deftones, totenhosen, Rev.Horten Heat, Ghoultown, Hedwig, Lennnon, Radiohead, Minot Threat, Fugazi, Interpol, Black Flag, Rose Tattoo, Zappa, Phantom Chords, High on Fire, Nina Hagen, NIN, Elvis, Spinal Tap, Exodus, Pray for Rain, Tombstones, Mark Bolan, the stranglers, Alien Sex Fiend, Ministry, Sarah Vaughn, Patsy Cline, Mastodon, Patti Smith, Charlie Parker, Miles Davis, Mudhoney, Black Sabbath, 70's Alice Cooper, Dickies, GenerationX, early U2, Black Sabbath, Mad Parade---just the beginning (of the end).

Movies:

Repo Man, True Romance, Citizen Kane, Killer Klowns from Outer Space, anything Tod Browning, Memento, The Swindle, Casablanca, The Exorcist (childhood memories!), The Warriors, anything Fellini or Chaplin, The Devil's Rejects, the first three Freddies, Repo Man, Straight to Hell, Rude Boy, Wild One, Decline of Western Civilization, Suburbia, Heavy Metal, The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari, Rear Window, Vertigo, Murders in the Rue Morgue, The Bat, Rocky Horror Picture Show(110 times) Roman Holiday (say what you want, its just...lovely), Harold and Maude, Resevoir Dogs, Immortal Beloved, Rock and Roll High School, Galaxina, One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, A Clockwork Orange, Wim Wenders , Repo Man, 12 Monkeys, Rocky Horror, Rebel without a Cause, Schizopolis, Aguirre: wrath of God, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, The Wild One, His Girl Friday---do I really need to keep going. If it is gutsy, dangerous, beautiful, scary, or just amazingly insulting then I might like it. Did I mention Repo Man.

Television:

are you serious?

Books:

the ones in my head, William Blakes 'Songs of innocence and experience', Kerouac's 'On the Road', Brave New World, Kafka's 'Metamorphosis' and 'Hunger Artist', Joyce's 'Portrait of the Artist'..., Anything Poe, A Clockwork Orange, Milton's 'Paradise Lost', 'Areopagitica',' Comus' (about music as tempting and evil), Whitman's 'Out of the Cradle Endlessly Rocking', W. Burroughs 'My Education', 'Junky' Joyce's 'Araby', Sandberg's Chicago Poems, Plath's 'Last Words', E. Dickinson's 'I heard a fly buzzing...', Crane's ' Blue Hotel', Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Marquez' '100 Years of Solitude', Shelley's Frankenstein, Joseph Campbell's Masks of God, All the world's creation myths. The Dictionary(where all the good ones come from)

Heroes:

It all began with Poe and Blake. The experimentation of Kafka. The romantic poets. The travel sensibility of Hemingway. Tim Burton's modern imagination. Tom Robbins humor. The poetry for poetry's sake of Emily Dickinson. The brush of Francisco Goya. Captain Sensible, Salvador Dali, Antonio Gaudi (hopefully the architect of the afterlife), John Lennon, Buddha, Death (never quits). All Poets, Artists, and Madmen.

My Blog

The Rainy Cadillac

I bought it for two hundredFrom a broken singerOf a dying band.Stranded without bus fareIt had more dents than notBlew out smoke of many shadesBut it started and had four wheels.and rolled.Found a wel...
Posted by spor on Wed, 25 Jul 2007 01:31:00 PST

Untitlled ghost dream

The ghost of a tarantula came to meIn a dream I knew this creature when alive Living in New Orleans.Walking on walls, cradled in my HandsIn some overheated backyard.It was a friendThat I knew at night...
Posted by spor on Tue, 12 Jun 2007 02:34:00 PST

Screech of a Hearse

The screech of a hearseIn the suburban silence alerts.Who's really in a hurry nowAnd what's worse.The church is burningDown, down, down.Everything in this place Seems so out of placeLike tumbleweeds l...
Posted by spor on Wed, 30 May 2007 12:59:00 PST

In Her Thoughts

'You were in my thoughts',the message readHow did that happen?How did I get there?Sounds sickly possessive.Now, she is in mine.Captive, bound in a cageMy fingers sunk into her brainWindow shopping her...
Posted by spor on Tue, 15 May 2007 12:04:00 PST

Midnight Serenade

(for Michael)Continual assault by the thought grenadeRing torn, poison escapes&a bleeding pomegranatedissipates to seeds that fallthrough the cracks in my palm.The enemy scatters,pollen in the violenc...
Posted by spor on Wed, 21 Mar 2007 11:49:00 PST

True (Blue) Romance

It didn't matterThat he missed the funeralOr that the taste of polioFilled his bleeding mouthIt was only her that he thought ofNow he lay on the couchTouching himself, summoning.Fucking the idea of he...
Posted by spor on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 10:42:00 PST

...kids

"Master, grant us one more hourto make these tiny voices louder" -imaginary inscription on a revolutionary call to arms plaque in Santa Domingo.Once more they walked togetheracross the same st...
Posted by spor on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 11:20:00 PST

To the late Mr. Beckett

Some respect the manwith an advancing forehead.That is, the man who is balding.They say it is a sign of intelligence,of wisdom, of maturity.You yourself have declaredthat we lose three things in life:...
Posted by spor on Fri, 26 Jan 2007 12:29:00 PST

Dusk and Dawn

Dawn (Aurora)When starts itAt midnight's Dark As soon as the night Reaches fullDoes it descend slowlyLike a smiling sparkSuch sweet reposeThe dawn's birthOverwhelming the cradleOf resting darknessMome...
Posted by spor on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 10:16:00 PST

Heart like a Machine

A tailpipe dragging on pavementReleases the memory of a dreamLong held prisoner A model for other captivesEntities of smoky hopeAnd in this place where I am awakeWhile my body numbly restsI am escorte...
Posted by spor on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 10:14:00 PST