CHURNING INTO THE NEW YEAR

Email to the Buffalo
1/2/09 10:27 AM Bersone

Just got back from Eureka. Wet and foggy in the forest. I'll attach the poem about my father, which should be in the blog, although there's a small change I may make sometime, and a version of the gold fish poem. Happy birthday and new year; the news is starting off like a circus in hell. my poems are at least as important as a bunch of people who would like to kill each other. The news said that they're likely to let thousands of people out of jail to save money, which is probably good, but what are they going to do when there are no jobs: and they can't sell cars no matter what they offer. The whole shebang is ludicrous, not the pain but the news jumping from catastrophe to catastrophe until the only thing that makes sense is the commercial. Talk to you tomorrow

1/3/09 8:13 AM Buffalo

OK. I’ll get these two poems up later today. Off to the office to pick my nose. Some of those people they are letting out of jail may not want to leave, feeling better off where they are! Things are going to get violent because no one wants to let go of all the useless shit they have been collecting all their lives. Keep your head low and watch your back!

Buff

1/4/09 7:42 AM Bersone

www.ttbook.org features interview with Maurice Sachs and other interesting interviews. this shit keeps me awake at night. Only conflict is work. this has to be the year. simple housing issue, really. the world is off to a great start on the population problem.
Shot Wendy a reference to above site as it featured a priest named Keating, a Trappist monk, who is following in the tradition of the early Christian mystics such as Meister Echardt and understands there are many paths to transforming ourselves into God, which we can never achieve in our present form, death being the wonderful door to illimitable being but being alive in the body gives us the rapture of feeling it, along with the pain, of course. Everything is fucking amazing. Even an old tire. Makes you feel it's worth climbing a fence for.

1/4/09 7:50 AM Bersone

by the way, that philippines snakes poem is a good fucking poem, although the font's a little little. original blending of personas, if I do say so myself. Sunday is a holy day of serene contemplation. During this time of war it is important to do very very little, and it makes you a little fearful that love may be considered a crime