There is one thing for which you can always rely on the US government: HYPOCRISY!
THERE IS ONE THING for which you can always rely on the US government: HYPOCRISY. Dollops of it! US puppet-president, Donald Trump, says “no child of God should ever suffer such horror”, lamenting the fact that chemical weapons were used on children in Syria. Yet, the US has run around the world for decades invading many countries, bombing the shit out of them with “shock and awe” (killing millions of innocent women and children in the process), fomenting coups d’états, putting puppet leaders in place then assassinating them when they no longer serve their purpose, etc. Heck, they’ve even deliberately dropped napalm bombs on villages with many “beautiful babies” in them! (The photo attached to this article is an iconic picture from the Vietnam war of children fleeing a village after US troops napalm-bombed it – one with her clothes burned from her body and her body terribly burned).
The Last Sermon of the Rev. Paul Altara
(Includes an Illustrated Journey through the Bishop’s Brain)
From the elevated position of his elegantly carved wooden pulpit, Paul Altara (or the Reverend Paul Altara, as he was then known) looked down at the assembled crowd in the church. It had indeed been his pulpit, a sacred space from which, week after week for nearly seven years, he had been able to deliver adventurous, contemplative explorations — though always within the religious limitations from which he was now being liberated. During those years, many had been challenged, some had been puzzled and a number had walked away. Various threatened dignitaries and authorities had tried to undermine him through malicious gossip and takedowns. He had even drawn the intense attention, as a dissident, of the government’s euphemistically-named Religious Liaison Unit (RLU) — a department which, through legislation, punitive enforcement and incarceration in special prisons known euphemistically as “Reattunement Camps” (where state-of-the-art technology would be used to alter permanently one’s thinking), ensured that religion and all religious meetings were supportive of the state, non-dissenting and did not pursue their own objectives too radically. In return, they also enabled legislation outlawing any criticism of a religion or belief as “hate-speech”. This was therefore a department to which all churches unequivocally submitted without question and even took pride in doing so. To Paul, though, it was a sign of the times for the church to kowtow to such an office, especially with the fulsome sycophancy it did so.
Why this New Blog?
The Naked Troubadour Sets Out its Stall
Dear Friends, today, my new blog website, “The Naked Troubadour”, goes live on the internet. I’ve owned the site for a couple of years but have been waiting for the right moment to develop it. That moment is now. I was keeping it as a “placeholder” until I could no more contain myself from going live with it. Quietly, in recent weeks, it’s been having its design established and a great deal of my material — almost 800 works — has already been uploaded to it.
“For Someone’s Child” [video]
HERE’S A VIDEO of “For Someone’s Child”, a song from my latest album, “The Key”. It was just made by staff of The Liberty Beacon as they resonated with its message about child victims of war. It is a requiem for every child who has been killed or maimed in conflicts around the world. I wrote the original version in Barcelona in April 2003 after the “Shock & Awe” US bombing campaign on Baghdad, which initiated the gratuitous genocide and deliberate destabilisation of Iraq. I have since updated the lyrics and added a vocal bridge. Note that it is in the key of E major to give a glimmer of hope. Click below to listen.
(Click on the link below the video to read the lyrics)
“Time to Choose” [video]
HERE’S A VIDEO of “Time to Choose”, a song from my album, “The Key”. It was made by staff of The Liberty Beacon as they felt it summed up their mission statement “Eradicating Programmed Ignorance”. Click below and crank up your volume!
(Click on the link below the video to read the lyrics)
It must be Spring! [poem]
It must be Spring!
In reservoirs of lusty not so laissez-faire
placenta-shaped parenthesis
[whose skin I yearn to kiss],
I search incessantly for loveness in the air.
My well of sap (no more dried up)
is rising through my veins with Spring-tide-
superfluity (no more the incongruity
of wasted nakedness), while all of me
is songing-longing to be (w)hol(l)y shared
within the juicy temple of a goddess
(though [so far] she’s never there).
Every “Moment” is the Edge
EVERY “MOMENT” IS THE EDGE! Now you may ask “Why is ‘moment’ in quotation marks”? Simple. Because there is no such thing. Not really. Moment = mistake. Here’s the ride: There is no past (for that is only imagined temporarily in some neuronal electrical impulse in our brains). It doesn’t really exist. There is no future (for that is only a neuronally-imagined possibility or potentiality). That also has no objective existence. Neurons are transitory will-o-the-wisp opportunists which take advantage of the fickle fleeting newness of the illusion of the present. Let’s be honest, there isn’t even really any “now”; for as soon as you grab it as “now” it becomes a lie, no longer extant. Now is never now! Try to grasp it and it’s gone, like an incontinent elderly gentleman who repeatedly excuses himself and leaves the room. So let’s also forget about now.
What ‘Madness’ have we Here? [poem]
As the sound of every cellful thing arches its wowsly way
within my molten mind, the stars stand still as if saluting
what has gone before, till twilight paints itself in patterns
predetermined by the rays [I marvel for an obscene while]
flung by the sun in front of this young poet’s doors, ablaze,
and in all craziness he bows before its wisdom with a smile.
The Great Unravelling #9
Julianne Rediscovers her Father (and Herself)
A CERTAIN DARKNESS found its way into Nathan’s awareness — one which dreamed like a mattress filled with horsehair floating on a lake of poems and tears at the dead of night. He saw it from the corner of his eye yet it filled his vision in full panoramic technicolour.
On the other side of the restaurant, a woman sat alone. Gloweringly.
Making Sense of the World Today: Understanding Trump, Brexit and the Apparent Brokenness of Everything
HERE IS A LINK TO MY LATEST ARTICLE: “Making Sense of the World Today: Understanding Trump, Brexit and the Apparent Brokenness of Everything”. Please click on the link below to read the article. I hope it resonates with you. Feel free to comment or share it here by clicking on one of the “Share it” buttons below. My gift to you, with love from me.
The Naked Troubadour 