Seven Billion Frogs In A Pot

Human history becomes
more and more a race
between education and catastrophe.
--H.G. Wells

Hey, Pass Me A Beer

Helga is the proprietor of a bar.
She realizes that virtually all of her customers are unemployed alcoholics and, as such, can no longer afford to patronize her bar. To solve this problem she comes up with a new marketing plan that allows her customers to drink now, but pay later.
There's more HERE.

The Rose Of San Joaquin

Jim Allen
The Rose of San Joaquin
Oceanside, CA.
6/7/12

I'll miss the sun on the Sierra Nevada
adobe moon on the rise
shining down on my love in Madera
shining into her dark Spanish eyes
oh she taught me those Mexican love songs
"Volver, Volver" in my dreams
and I miss the Rose of San Joaquin
caught somewhere between
the road and the Rose of San Joaquin
--Tom Russell

Until Daddy Takes The T-Bird Away

Life does not cease to be funny when people die any more than it ceases to be serious when people laugh.
--George Bernard Shaw

Joan Baez In Paris 1983

Joan Baez
Place de la Concorde
Paris, France
7/15/83

It Tolls For Thee

UB40: The Earth Dies Screaming




Every time I hear a political speech
or I read those of our leaders,
I am horrified at having, for years,
heard nothing which sounded human.
It is always the same words telling
the same lies. And the fact that men
accept this, that the people’s anger
has not destroyed these hollow clowns,
strikes me as proof that men attribute
no importance to the way they are governed; that they gamble
– yes, gamble – with a whole part of their life and their so called vital interests.
--Albert Camus







Eddy Grant: Living on the Frontline


The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.
--Gloria Steinem

Frying Dutchman: "Human Error"

Frying Dutchman
Human Error




I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gathered round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and looked up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd,
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless--they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again;--a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought--and that was death,
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails--men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devoured,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answered not with a caress--he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects--saw, and shriek'd, and died--
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful--was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless--
A lump of death--a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes, and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirred within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge--
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon their mistress had expir'd before;
The winds were withered in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them--She was the Universe.
--Lord Byron
Darkness

Bob Marley In Oakland

Bob Marley
w/ The Wailers and I-Three
Oakland, CA.
11/30/79






Positive Vibration...Wake Up And Live...Concrete Jungle...
Them Belly Full (But We Hungry)...I Shot The Sheriff...
Running Away/Crazy Baldhead...Ambush In The Night...
The Heathen...War/No More Trouble...No Woman, No Cry...
Lively Up Yourself...Africa Unite...One Drop...
Exodus...Is This Love?...Jammin'...Ride Natty Ride...
Roots, Rock, Reggae...Natty Dread...Get Up, Stand Up

Time (The Revelator) Revisited

Gillian Welch/David Rawlings
Time (The Revelator)
Brighton, England
11/12/11

Wish You Were Here

did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
did you exchange
a walk-on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

Meltdown At Three Mile Island

Laurie Anderson: Pictures and Things

The Truth And The Future

Maggie and Arnie Gundersen
Kansai, Japan
5/12/12