back on line

I have been off line for a bit, while the viruses were taken out of my machine; they had to clear the hard drive and I lost all my shit I was working on... mainly, manuscripts of the books already published, that I am probably going to have to work on for The rest of my life, or until i GET another editor. Oh, well. SUCKS FOR YOU.

I have been writing like mad, by hand, filling three notebooks with new poetry and prose. Mostly, I have been writing more poetry for the book waking up jesus. The edition I have published right now is basically the poetry up to that point. I have decided that the end form of the book will involve going from narrative, first person prose on jesus, to second person description, and then of course the poetry. Right now, the poetry is mostly what I have written. This gives me the ability to bury some of the top secret shit I have learned of late about the intelligence agencies that have been targeting 930,000 peace activists in the United States. Amazing, huh?

Without my trusty laptop, I was forced to read newspapers again. This apartment fills up fast with trib's, suntimes, the new york time, the red eye... and, embarrassingly enough, I occasionally even read the new york post. They are all full of shit, but they do a run down of the crimes and that always interests me. There is a free newspaper here in town that shows all the crimes of the last month and where they were. I pick it up, read that colemn, and leave it on the bus... or trash it... you know? What should you do when you finish a newspaper on a bus? I love it when I come accross a newspaper on the train. Others would too, right? I leave my newspapers because of this thought. Oh, well.

The new apartment, despite being tiny, has a large porch outfront, which we, see we are the end apartment, get the hugest portion, about twenty feet. You can see a baseball diamond across the street, and beyond that the lake. The dog, husky ruby doo, has learned to stay on our side of the porch, period. She loves laying out there... all day long. I don't have to tie her up... well, I did for three days, and she got the message. Such a smart dog. We live behind iron gates and a high fench, so no one off the street can get to our door... so we leave it open and let her come in and out. I love laying out there as well. Weirdly enough, accroos from our builiding, about 40 feet away, is a brick wall with no windows... though it is an apartment building. The view out of the living room window is a beige brick wall. Funny.

I have been trying to get to the bottom of all of the events that happened to me during the last year or two dealing with the media and the radio show and my new found kind of fame and how my writing has caused some of my readers to ACT IN WAYS I WOULD NOT APPROVE OF.\

As you may or many not know, I am trying to write a cosmology, similar to a religion in most ways, that can give people of any religion, and athiests, a framework for living that we all agree on.

I call these ethics, common ground. I think that just a few commandments that can be agreed on universally would let everyone in the world know where they stand with everyone else. Since the internet is where the futures consciousness will be developed and shapped into world wide cultures that are free of geographical prejudices, this is the place for this little experiment of mine.

I do not miss the radio show, though I do miss having a project going. I want to do a bunch of short movies, and Mary Ann has agreed to be my camera person. She grew to dislike going to the radio show, because her full time job got in the way... but she loves photography, so we are getting her a nice camera and a cool editing system and bam.,... all these visions of movies playing in my head will come to life.

I AM GOING to read my poetry and make videos of that. This will be cooler than just doing a blog reading of them where you see my head, though that is an option. I could do that and then maybe animate myself or whatever, though I would rather go out with a camera and shoot all over this gorgeous city.

We have the greatest set in the world in the streets, parks, subways of Chicago. The films will be crazy, hard core political shit. In your face. I almost expect another attempt on my life. I Got a lot of threats, then a connection told me that the intelligence agencies had found four people plotting to kill me. They are bugging almost every call made. Amazing waste of time, mostly... then they find whatever and they track em down. Thank God for them, even though i AM STIL ANNOYed about what they did to me.

I look back on all the revolutionary writing in the elves attic, since closed by someone and some of the stories were changed by someone... anyways... and I see why they were worried, and I see why some revolutionary groups who were just waiting for a cause reacted radically, showing the world that Americans will stand up and take their rights back if the government fucks up. We will hit the woods with our guns if they fuck us again like in Florida. I almost feel like if McCain wins...

I do know what will happen if they kill obama... the streets will be fire and blood, as the people rage against the world that would allow their dreams to be shot down again. Fire with fire. I will not accept John Mcain as the president either.

He has moved from a centerist to a neo con to get elected. This means he threw out his old values. He is taking money from people he never would of -- people who want another bush. He is not too old now, but I fear that if he gets another term he will turn into an empty headed reagen led along by his staff.


Obama is the best choice for america as a country. The symbol of a black man at the healm will make a lot of people world over think we have finally changed, that america is the leader when it comes to a democracy, and we can still be revolutionary... we can show the world how to do this peacefully, now.

I was at the hospital today, the old chronic pain... I go to the welfare hospital, and there was a dude sitting by me who wanted to talk and we went on and on... so many people here have black panther stories, and they are heros to me. The Fbi drove them to the acts that made them infamous, but if you look into them they started by giving kids breakfests, etc. People were afraid in the white community, because they were demanding their rights. Then they veered too far into the criminal world to act effectively within the system... not that the system would have done much for them then.... when neighborhoods here in town that would have once beaten up a black for walking in their hood, are voting obama.
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There has been a great shift. Hugo Chavez calls it the Peoples awakening. I know I feel like I have been called to help make a major shift in the world toward the simple little things we believed as children -- make love not war.

I hope you all are well.