Man with no Heart, Wishes for a Brain

Dog Poet Transmitting.......

May your noses always be on your face.

Well, in the interest of full disclosure, my leaving here has deeper reasons than have been public until now. The thing is, I've met another woman. She's much, much younger than me but a truly angelic being of high morals and demure persona. She's a gifted writer of cutting edge perception and she's thrown her life and her career into the wind for me. She just came into a lot of money; that doesn't hurt and she'll be relocating with me to take a position in my band. She plays the keyboards. Ultimately though, what attracted me to her is the similarity in our lifestyles. Because of this, she understands me and fully supports my work and whatever it is that I engage in. Sometimes we wake up and don't even know where we are because of the power of the connection. What's so beautiful is that we can often see our connection, coming through the door of this hotel suite in Zurich, where she is presently working through the day on a tome of substances and styles. It's going to be a very successful effort. Here are some pictures of her and a bit of a bio.

Go easy on me. I'm in a very vulnerable state right now, I should mention that Susanne totally approves of this relationship. She has from the start. She says we were made for each other. To paraphrase Lou Gehrig, simply because I might get a word wrong, “today I consider myself one of the luckiest men on Earth:” Rats! Rats! It's April 3^rd. I lost 2 days somewhere. Where does the time go? I can feel the days bleeding between my fingers like sand, or even water. Next thing you know, I'm standing on a beach (grin).

Okay, the band plays, “Hail to the Thief” as the figure head chief, for one of the biggest crime organizations in the country, steps out onto the court. Lebron James he ain't. This succinctly sums up the presidency of Horatio Q. Numbnuts, underboss in the Israeli mafia, run by capo di tutti (fruitti) capo, Icepick Netanyahu. He got the nickname from a penchant of his, always followed by the comment, “Do you hear any better now”? Nettie, is affectionately double nicknamed by his adoring supporters with the handle of another famous monster from Loch Ness; Nettie is known as the monster of Tel Aviv. People have trouble understanding what's going on over there, so they've set up an information kiosk in Germany. When they first said the word 'box' in the headline, I was thinking of a pine box, which definitely would have been more fitting. Anyway, they hate Germany because the Germans are intelligent and honest; two qualities that they despise in goyim. Nettie has a little routine he likes to do whenever he is discussing matters that have to do with Goyim handing. He 'll imitate the sound of a whip cracking and start singing ♫Head 'em up move 'em out, Head 'em up, move 'em out, Rawhide!!!♫ One of Nettie's favorite pastimes is shooting skeet in Gaza. They built this large skeet launcher and load Palestinian children, sometimes women, on to it and then the fun begins. Yeehah!

The man with no heart is wishing for a brain, Yes, Dr. Drone Death would like a brain. He probably should go see the wizard. He can't shoot a basketball for shit but but he's definitely ringing the bell up on the big scoreboard of death. The thing about war, like in the drug business and most all criminal enterprises is that the competition always gets better and more inventive too, ♫as time goes by♫

An idea occurred to me about the bankers and politicians. They need a reality TV show because good things can happen. I really don't get why they call something like this a tragedy. It certainly looks more like a blessing to me. Oh yeah, before I forget. As most people coming around here know I am drawn to those insightful and intellectual women and it was a near miss that I made my other choice instead of playing Susie Home-wrecker with this Mensa candidate. I envisioned us talking about Proust and Gide while we sordid out the other details that make most relationships the humid mangrove swamp they become, until rage and disappointment set the place on fire. For those of you deeply interested in this sort of thing, I recommend the right sidebar of this article where you can study the lives and styles of contemporary icons.

Tim Robbins has been in some good flicks. Some of them go under the radar. I don't know if that applies to The Player; an excellent film of the kinds of things that go on in Hollywood but there's this one exchange between Robbins and this other cut throat producer. The other guy says to Robbins, on his mobile phone. “I gotta go, I'm late for an AA meeting”. Robbins replies, “I didn't know you were an alcoholic”. The producer answers, “I'm not but that's where all the important deals are being made these days”. It's an excellent film if you want to give it a shot.

So, why am I all over the map today? I'm trying to give a fractured portrait of the varieties of crazy shit and purposeless lives of those who think they're in the driver's seat. Integrity is a funny thing and it doesn't matter if people think you have it or not. What matters is if you do have it. It was the absence of this very thing (according to my understanding) that Yeats was talking about in that part of the poem where he says “Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world”, There are all kinds of integrity, like 'structural integrity'. It's an actual power, or place. Without it, several other things go missing that depend on it's presence...

To quote Nietzsche; “those whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad”. That is one of the truest things ever said and you can see it all around you and especially in those who prance about under the spotlight, distinguishing themselves by conspicuous consumption and an operative indifference to the needs of others. When the smoldering rage of the 'pushed beyond endurance' of the public begins to glow with incandescent fury, there are many who will come to know the meaning of things they were disinterested in and oblivious of. There are cosmic laws. There are laws of Nature and there are human laws. When human laws become comical, tragic and absurd, they vibrate off of these other laws and certain archetypes are activated to address the lack of balance. These forces are cyclopean and unwavering in the execution of their basic imperative. Time for a little Lao Tzu;

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“A realm is governed by ordinary acts,
A battle is governed by extraordinary acts;
The world is governed by no acts at all.
And how do I know?
This is how I know.
Act after act prohibits
Everything but poverty,
Weapon after weapon conquers
Everything but chaos,
Business after business provides
A craze of waste,
Law after law breeds
A multitude of thieves.
Therefore a sensible man says:
If I keep from meddling with people, they take care of themselves,
If I keep from commanding people, they behave themselves,
If I keep from preaching at people, they improve themselves,
If I keep from imposing on people, they become themselves.


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The less a leader does and says
The happier his people,
The more a leader struts and brags
The sorrier his people.
Often what appears to be unhappiness is happiness
And what appears to be happiness is unhappiness.
Who can see what leads to what
When happiness appears and yet is not,
When what should he is nothing but a mask
Disguising what should not be? Who can but ask
An end to such a stupid plot!
Therefore a sound man shall so square the circle
And circle the square as not to injure, not to impede:
The glow of his life shall not daze,
It shall lead”

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I couldn’t find the one where he says, basically that people are best off when they are barely aware that their leader exists, worse off when they admire him, worse still when they fear him and it is at its very worst when they despise and ridicule him. Where would you say we are in this present time?

Obviously, the majority of evils on this planet, are being generated by bankers and those seeking maximum profit, without conscience or concern, for the effect of their carnivorous grasping upon other life forms. These evil men and women will engage in anything that will bring them an appreciable return and those things so odious that they cannot possibly attach their names to, they finance and invest in, sub rosa. Once you head down that road into the darkness, there are no limits to what you are capable of. I have never been a part of any of this. I have found it impossible to integrate into it or even to live peacefully alongside it. I have no real interest in it and I won't miss most of it when it goes. It seems to me that the sanest course is to go somewhere where people live in accord with Nature. End of story.


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Visible sings: ♫ Right Thru My Heart ♫
'Right Thru My Heart' is track no. 5 of 12 on Visible's 2007 album 'Almost A Capella'
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