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Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink

Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity. Can you smell the democracy yet?

About Me


I write poetry, essays, and short stories. I make a living as an artist, as a chef to the bourgeoisie, as a certified life coach for those in need and in crisis: I specialize in relationships, trauma, and creative block. I am a singer and composer. I play piano, the six and twelve string guitar, and the conga. I've been a working artist/performer for most of my life but I stopped performing live gigs when I turned 40. I just don't know if I want to do live gigs anymore, that chapter of my life remains unfinished. These days I am all about lifes peculiarities and wild things. I appreciate happiness, enjoy every moment that I'm given, bitch less, accomplish more. I Rescue and rehabilitate abused and abandoned dogs, I have four amazing beasts that I cherish and adore--They ground me, inspire me, and keep me focused. Remaining human still means something to me, making music and art, facilitating good communication with others, these are but a few of the things that keep me human by giving me the opportunity to transcend my selfishness. I am interested in love and courage, compelled by all of its applications, and perplexed by its denail within the social collective. I am passionate about defending the helpless, working with dogs, the arts, social sciences, cooking, wandering, and looking into people and all matters of their hearts and minds! I am most fascinated by everything that fosters hope, strength, dignity, and vision. I adore the massive wilderness yet to come, I see it clearly in my dreams nightly, and vividly in my imagination.
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My Interests


The dust of magic dispels its power, my eye opens slowly, begins to see, to understand. I've begun to wrestle with the unction of our collective madness, the birth of our neo-rebellion.The people are bleeding to counterpose their fatilism, their existential idealisation of destiny--Even now-- they blame, cast doubt, fearful still of shadows as they raise their new, uncertain voices--At long last making the attempt to abandon the undertones of their weakness and agony. Regression in tow, the reluctant child of insecurity.We stride together alongside the ebb and flow of our resentments, our confusion, our heartache at not being "the only one," discovering our selflessness only after we have perpetuated our deception, filling the vast public space with jaundice and acrimony--Even as the wings of enlightenment are spread, our self-deceit weakens us in battle, tethered we remain, violent, ineffectual, impotent.Pulling back from the frontlines, before the rancour of true change begins, we have too often chosen the decay of abandonment, shrinking in the light of our discontentedness, fade to dream, alas, vanish soon the dream, as well. The hazard of our ignorance is the adulteration of our souls, we deface the value of our chaste in the waters of our birth.-JLB

I'd like to meet:

I would like to meet all authentic, conscious, tolerant individuals, critical thinkers, artists, poets, musicians, socialists, writers, etc. Revolutionairies with a VISION for peace and a plan for battle if otherwise-- I would like to meet people without entitlement issues, and, those who not only sense the need for change, but act upon the changes they want to make first within themselves, and then in the world that we live in. I'd like to meet people who understand the importance of adding something worthwhile to the equation. People who understand the nature of giving something of themselves "back" no matter how much or how little they think they have "taken" or "received" from the collective. I'd like to meet others who take care of, and support one another in whatever way they are able. People who are good to their children, their friends, their animals, their family, extended or otherwise--Or, who are honest enough to admit that they've failed horribly but are not afraid to keep trying in spite of that heartache. I would like to meet people who walk their talk, and are comfortable in their skins, so much so, that they won't mind shapeshifting into something else if need be. I'm very interested in meeting all of YOU. Save The World - One Click At A Time!

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Music:


Movies:

Film Noir, funny, strange, romantic, surreal, vile, action, horror, black and white, neo-trash.

Television:

I gave mine away.

Books:

All books by Lee Kwo. Everything I can get my hands on.

Heroes:

Cory Booker, Mayor of Newark, NJ--(a truly inspired human being), Ramona Africa, neighborhood leaders and activists, the folks who keep the soup kitchens humming, people who are what they say they are, and, survivors who don't bitch about how hard the journey has been. People who understand this: "The absurd is born from the human need for meaning and the unreasonable silence of the world. "-Albert Camus

My Blog

Cry of The Lumpen

Discursive monkey dances, the honor killings howl, hungry for the guts and the grain toiling in hot sun, burning in low, smoking kitchens, sweating out their sacred dreams, giving breath to opalescent...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 06:44:00 PST

Horse-flesh

The power elite rustle carnal derriere while being seated at the beautifully laid dinner table, not in the least aware of their cloying perspiration, rising proof of their humanity after all--Rea...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 03:51:00 PST

Secret Pain and the Aura of Technical Perfection:Notes From The Great Alone

thunder and fire in the sky, i see it there circling, crackling, while fingering the rim of my shotglass, turning out my drug induced fascinations, answering no questions, gliding down the s...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Wed, 20 Feb 2008 07:40:00 PST

Time, Percussive

All the days will pass and, the heart will grow stronger the will, more ressolute, the minds eye so much brighter-- The days will become electric purpose will evolve and then, perhaps I will see-----t...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 09:47:00 PST

Waste

Dear diary, Today I was stigmatized by cowardice--taken down from the ranks of humanity kicking and squalling, shaking my little clenched fist at the emptiness--Threatening the lonliness, scowling unm...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Tue, 19 Feb 2008 05:08:00 PST

Passionate Riposte

Wisdom and lunacy, the serpent obediently poised before the mirror, vain emptiness and clever imagery never made more clear. Passion is alive in spite of fright, through consequence and altercation, r...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 03:30:00 PST

Fortuna Battle Cry

The dust of magic dispels its power, my eye opens slowly, begins to see, to understand. I've begun to wrestle with the unction of our collective madness, the birth of our neo-rebellion. The people are...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 02:44:00 PST

An Affair of Exchange

To take and to be taken, again and again in a pandemonium of sacrifice, love comes and to its muted burdon, we dance to its beck and call we yeild with a nod of the head or the slightest&n...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Tue, 12 Feb 2008 07:23:00 PST

Childhood Paradisio

  Orpheus holds the serpent that coils its lethal sensuality squeezing the mechanism of my cortical disorder rendering me unable to recall the names, only the faces of my tormentors floating in ...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Mon, 11 Feb 2008 01:47:00 PST

Paradox and Bar Room Notations

Up side down, the shotglass voices in the background compliant lovers around the corner fumbling with their steel hearts and hands-- and Scotch, for a solid constitution   Vanessa pulled her ski...
Posted by Inspire2 Anti-GroupThink on Tue, 05 Feb 2008 08:11:00 PST