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John Doe

New home, new life, no worries, no strife.

About Me

i am the bastard son of the sweltering delta sun drenched in the sweat of ten thousand south bound summers half drowned and swirled into the the vein of earth (the mud waters ever flowing...the last great carrier of mysticism in an otherwise doomed nation) and i am one of you...one of the last generations to bear witness to something great or terrible, depending on what we do with our time. i am a nomad by nature, here today gone tomorrow, because with what little time we've been garnished, been given, or in some cases just borrowed...there's just too much left to see and too many left to meet...All poems in blog copyright 2008 Blacklisted?Productions


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My Interests

See right and below. I also think camping/hiking/etc. is bitchin'.I like animals. Not all animals like me.I live for coffee. Love wine and...other substances.Oh, for pete's sake. You know me already. Just ask.

I'd like to meet:

Poets, musicians, street performers, street preachers and madmen. Artists, painters, dancers and stagehands; Directors, actors, sound designers, cameramen. Politicians, aspiring politicians, mother nature fanatics, extreme radical groups, teachers, students, blue collar workers, white collar workers, janitors, subway drivers, subway dwellers, all eight degrees, Anyone who moves me, anyone who scars me, anyone who hates me, loves me, taught me, dulled me, anyone who has something original to say, everyone who can make me laugh deeply and loudly, anyone who creates, everyone who destroys, anyone who's ever sold their bodies, anyone who's ever given their souls, I guess...to sum it up would be to include the all of humanity...or what's left of it. Everyone has something to teach

Music:

Advantage, Al Green, Aphex Twin, AAA, Ani, Atmosphere, Bad Religion, Bob Marley, Chemical Brothers, Chuck Berry, Converge, Cursive, Curtis Mayfield, Daft Punk, Descendents, Digable Planets, Dillinger Escape Plan, Disposable Heroes Of Hiphoprasy, Electric Skychurch, Ella Fitzgerald, Facing New York, Fiona Apple, Fall Of Troy, God Lives Underwater, Godspeed You Black Emperor, Grant Green, Heather Christian, Jamiroquai, John Coltrane, Kaki King, Lemon Jelly, Mad Caddies, Massive Attack, Miles Davis, NYJSE, Nine Inch Nails, NoFx, Otis Redding, Peba Luna, Public Enemy, Queen, The Return, Rx Bandits, Saul Williams, Seekret Soceyetee

Movies:

Fear And Loathing, Dark Crystal, Labyrinth, Children Of Men, Brazil, Delicatessen, City Of Lost Children, Fight Club, Requiem For a Dream, Pi, The Fountain, Inland Empire, Blue Velvet, Lost Highway, 1984, Slam, Brick, Isolation, Ever Since The World Ended, Black Sheep (2007), Run Lola Run, Winter Sleepers, Waking Life, What The Bleep Do We Know?, Clockwork Orange, Goonies, Mirrormask, 2001, Solaris (original Russian interpretation...1967?), Seventh Seal, Dead Alive, Nightmare Before Christmas, Monty Python (Meaning of Life, Life Of Brian, And Holy Grail), What Dreams May Come, Ishtar(thanks Mattie), La Haine, Suicide Club, They Live, Ichi The Killer, Usual Suspects, When Harry Met Sally (yeah...I'm a sap...but the script is funny), Slam-nation, Pulp Fiction, Juliet Of The Spirits, Roma

Television:

Wonderfalls, Daily Show, Colbert, Olberman, American dad, The State, Twin Peaks, Carnivale, You can't do that on Television!, Family Guy, Simpsons, Discovery, History, CNN, Lost (guilty pleasure), and Scrubs...fuck you, it's funny. And I don't get near enough of the funny.

Books:

Aristotle, Clive Barker (ABARAT rocks my inner child), Noam Chomsky, Churchill on occasion, Mark Z. Danielewski, Albert Einstien, Allen Ginsberg, Stephen Hawking, Jack Kerouac, Bill Maher, Marquis De Sade, George Orwell, Plato, Ayn Rand, Carl Sagan, John Stewart, Hunter S. Thompson, Voltaire, Saul Williams

Heroes:

the Danielewski brother and sister, Che Guerva, Marquis De Sade, the MDB Community and all artists, poets, painters, filmmakers, and musicians involved for creating honest, thought provoking ideas to a long comatose and apathetic subculture, Saul Williams, Voltaire, Kubrick, Fellini, Aronofsky, Noam Chomsky, Hunter S. Thompson, Grant Green, Theloniious Monk, Heather Christian, Richard Kelley, Free thinkers, truthseekers, revolutionaries of all sorts, and you

My Blog

Fate would nip at my heels...until I kicked it.

It's been a long time coming:  That humming sound was a signal of change,yet I chose to be stagnant.To stay with my knees buckled,and covered in muck thicker than molasses.My footprints were easy...
Posted by John Doe on Fri, 06 Jun 2008 10:13:00 PST

...Like six years never happened, Pt. 1

The Miss-Lou-Tex-Mex spread is an eclectic journey.A collage of surreal landscapes ranging from the apocalyptic to the sublime,and each bears a different pallet of colors on display upon the end of th...
Posted by John Doe on Mon, 14 Apr 2008 09:30:00 PST

Feet shuffle in the distance

Wake,eyes hazy and head heavy with prophetic imagery from the night before.I break a sweat, cold and thick that ices over my flesh.By the caress of 2:00am wind chill, each stance resembles an ice scul...
Posted by John Doe on Fri, 04 Apr 2008 07:45:00 PST

"Got alot of heART, kid"

I.It's getting hot here, and the notes are up to a simmer.Cooking hot, steaming with chaos,like free-form imrov. nights weighted with blue.Deep somber hue, man cools in the shade,a break from the expe...
Posted by John Doe on Thu, 17 Jan 2008 01:25:00 PST

... . . . ...

...*incoming transmissions glistening in dew drops hanging off the right angled keyhole, this blissful void was a disaster, a last laugh, death rattle, gasp for air inbetween the digital witches cackl...
Posted by John Doe on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 12:26:00 PST

Mad Gypsy Jazz

Got the rhythm of an eighteen string symphony played by four hands.Fleeting movement of frets and steel moving the mytisc melodies of travelers, misfits and fortune tellers.Tell history through the so...
Posted by John Doe on Fri, 02 Mar 2007 11:19:00 PST

when the revolution comes it won't be televised, it will be heard

Wake up, Pup, your pops is popping off a few hot rocks down on the South city blocks where the street musicians sang the song of Sirens in pain, We         &nbs...
Posted by John Doe on Thu, 21 Sep 2006 10:34:00 PST