susan's island of adventure on monday, january 6, 2025



America I've given you all and now I'm nothing. America two dollars and twenty-seven cents January 17, 1956. I can't stand my own mind. America when will we end the human war? Go fuck yourself with your atom bomb I don't feel good don't bother me. I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind. America when will you be angelic? When will you take off your clothes? When will you look at yourself through the grave? When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites? America why are your libraries full of tears? America when will you send your eggs to India? I'm sick of your insane demands. When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I need with my good looks? America after all it is you and I who are perfect not the next world. Your machinery is too much for me. You made me want to be a saint. There must be some other way to settle this argument. Burroughs is in Tangiers I don't think he'll come back it's sinister. Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical joke? I'm trying to come to the point. I refuse to give up my obsession. America stop pushing I know what I'm doing. America the plum blossoms are falling. I haven't read the newspapers for months, everyday somebody goes on trial for murder. America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies. America I used to be a communist when I was a kid and I'm not sorry. I smoke marijuana every chance I get. I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses in the closet. When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid. My mind is made up there's going to be trouble. You should have seen me reading Marx. My psychoanalyst thinks I'm perfectly right. I won't say the Lord's Prayer. I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations. America I still haven't told you what you did to Uncle Max after he came over from Russia. I'm addressing you. Are you going to let our emotional life be run by Time Magazine? I'm obsessed by Time Magazine. I read it every week. Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner candystore. I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library. It's always telling me about responsibility. Businessmen are serious. Movie producers are serious. Everybody's serious but me. It occurs to me that I am America. I am talking to myself again. Asia is rising against me. I haven't got a chinaman's chance. I'd better consider my national resources. My national resources consist of two joints of marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable private literature that goes 1400 miles and hour and twentyfivethousand mental institutions. I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of underpriviliged who live in my flowerpots under the light of five hundred suns. I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers is the next to go. My ambition is to be President despite the fact that I'm a Catholic. America how can I write a holy litany in your silly mood? I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as individual as his automobiles more so they're all different sexes America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500 down on your old strophe America free Tom Mooney America save the Spanish Loyalists America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die America I am the Scottsboro boys. America when I was seven momma took me to Communist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the speeches were free everybody was angelic and sentimental about the workers it was all so sincere you have no idea what a good thing the party was in 1935 Scott Nearing was a grand old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody must have been a spy. America you don're really want to go to war. America it's them bad Russians. Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen. And them Russians. The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia's power mad. She wants to take our cars from out our garages. Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Reader's Digest. her wants our auto plants in Siberia. Him big bureaucracy running our fillingstations. That no good. Ugh. Him makes Indians learn read. Him need big black niggers. Hah. Her make us all work sixteen hours a day. Help. America this is quite serious. America this is the impression I get from looking in the television set. America is this correct? I'd better get right down to the job. It's true I don't want to join the Army or turn lathes in precision parts factories, I'm nearsighted and psychopathic anyway. America I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.
-Allen Ginsberg

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scary but true... the christian coalition goes to the movies. go for the shock stay for the laughs (check out the reviews of dogma and southpark). oh he don't just like 'em


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If I were you (and I wish that I were you)
All the things I'd do, to make myself turn blue
I suppose I'd start by removing all my clothes
and tie my pantyhose around my neck
I'll be that girl - and you would be right over
If I were a field, you would be in clover
If I were the sun, you would be in shadow
If I had a gun, there'd be no tomorrow
-Barenaked Ladies
In the garage I feel safe
No one cares about my ways
In the garage
Where I belong
No one hears me sing this song
In the garage I've got an electric guitar
I play my stupid songs
I write these stupid words and I love every one
Waiting there for me
Yes I do, I do
-Weezer

clark cable network (ccn)


i see a beautiful city and brilliant people rising from this abyss, and in their struggles to be truly free, in their triumphs and defeats, through long, long years to come, i see the evil of this time, and of the previous time of which this is the wearing out.
-Charles Dickens


I slip the loneliness, your lips And the two coins of your eyes Into my pockets Yeah-heah While the train skates into Port Henry Late Sunday Sometimes when I’m ridin’ high, feelin’ fine You know there’s something troubling ya Troubling my mind So I reach into my pocket for some Small change I reach into my pocket for some Small change I want bones like iron and blood like Mercury So I can tell you when I’m rising When I’m sinking in (I’m sinking in… I’m sinking in… I’m sinking in) I reach into my pocket for some small change I reach into my pocket for some small change I’m gonna take it to the people Hey let’s drink from the cup Yes I’m in love Go ahead an laugh, ‘cause it don’t cost much No, no don’t cost much I slip loneliness, your lips, and the two coins of your eyes
-Dispatch
so what's the point?

Lay down your arms and surrender to me. Oh lay down your arms and love me peacefully. Yea. Use your arms for squeezing and please I'm the one that loves you so. Oh there ain't no reason for you to declare war on the one who loves you so. So forget the other boys because my love is real. Come off your battlefield. Lay down your arms and surrender to me. Yea lay down your arms and love me peacefully. Yea. Use your arms for squeezing and please cuse that's the way it has to be. The weapons you're using are hurting me bad. But someday you're going to retreat. Cause my love baby is the truest you've ever had. A soldier of love that's hard to beat.
-Pearl Jam

susan's musical influences.


DONDE ESTA ME PANTELONES? EN ME GATO! EN ME GATO!

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