Are We All on the Same Side

To experience
counter-culture
in an extremely
out-patient
sort of way;

She simply removed
the choke chain
about her neck
and scurried
in a flash to hide from
any continuum of sanity

She said, are we on the same side?
but often left
those she had asked
before they could
answer;

And her trilogy
has no ending for the third book
only liabilities
of quickly written chapters
out of frustration
to put it to an end...

For others to read,
but others do not read
because it runs on,
looking like a
twist of a very old story.



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Personal Dark Matter

Dark matter, dark consequence,
dark knowledge, dark phases
dark torment, dark energy
dark light, endless correlations
dark prey,

filamentous
without color,
unlit universe,
-- all of relics
of my non-existence

Rudiments, eh --
crude, low, rude, primitive,
this is who I am ...
would you destroy me

I relent,
you relent too?
My quest, self-brought test
discovering
what goes wrong?

Can frozen sleep
be an option?
... help yourself,
leave me alone.

Dark extinction, dark distinction

I am only mirror
with one firm thought
in my head...
In this disconnect
I play mad ...

Am I touching, really, really,
touching dark matter?





Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

Studio

When you finally build out your sound studio, do it just like this... four metal posts spring bed, chenille bedspread, wood burning metal pot belly stove, and stovepipe, ... Singer foot pedal sewing machine, wood plank floor, cord rugs, shelf with tins on it.. glass hurricane lamp on a small plank table, a hook to hang your hat and coat, screen door for air but keepin' bugs out ... wood library chair, storm panes on a double slider window ... a mirror with a ghost image in it, a chalice and a beaker for libation... a ceiling covered in tin, and lap and gap wall boards. Okay?



Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

GAZA

A Rock Operaepic ... [using the Yiddish Dictionary Online]
by Pat Darnell

-- Act One -- Scene One
[Jolly Old Hamas Boys singing and lobbing missiles and mortars into Israel during Hanukah from the Gaza Strip]

Lob a missile, no one will notice
Lob another, on Israel's hagode'spice
Hamas says "Aim it at Jew pop'lace
like barrels of fish loafs'es gefilteh ..."

We Hamas bully you at khosedl
and invite you to the prom
Here's another aerial bomb
for your gay dreydl and opshtel

Nothing personal, Ehud Barak,
but your infidel protector ally
is soon run by o'bama Barack
with his house slave slice Hillar'ally...

Hama think you unwieldy
Here eat this knuckle shnitke
Another cease fire missile on you Israeli
Quick... quick, take a picture Al Jazeeree!

[Flashes of blinding bright lights going off all over, with poparattzi figures all around in top hats with cards in them that say PRESS... and CNN, MSNBC, FOX, AJ, G4]
______________________________
-- Scene Two --
[Chris the Swedish Narrator from a country so well known for its military prowess in all the years of world war, Sweden]
Swedish Accented Gay Man's Voice Over Speaking English: "Israel has just lost its right to exist! If you first steal a country, then kill and expel their rightful citizens just to follow them and kill them in their refugee camps outside your stolen country - then - you've passed all humanitarian lines and wherefore lost your own right to even exist. Sorry to say, but Israel must be terminated for the sake of all humans right to international peace."
-- fade off --
[Israeli ground troops take up arms, and sing, and march to a tune of old origins. Helicopters, gunships and tanks are rolling and flying into the night...]
Kibutzim to the left
Kibutzim to the right
this is not a soccer match
its a regular army fight

You sakone lobbed 6000 missiles
in 1000 days -- day and night
you Hamas' flatulence
its December twenty eight
It's time to come to
mamehloosh'n Israel's defense

To Kamran, Maradona, and Xenia
and Taher al-Noono
"I invite you and especially your families
spend some days in the Israel arena
where by a few rockets every day
we are attacked for years, yorn la'nga
you devil lickin' Hamas hyenas

Surely your Fatah's will now rejoice
as we pound your Hamas into matsah toast
while US and Brits sing in one voice
"Your Hamas-run interior ministry
of Gaza Strip, well, they are toyt'z."

Oh yeah... weeoooweeooo
Mousa Abu Morzouz,
deputy leader of Hamas people
What did you tell Al Jazeera?
Something about your lost knipl?

Oh yeah... weeoooweeooo
Kibutzim to the left
Kibutzim to the right
Ehud Barak says tonight,
"Any Hamas target is a target"
"Kick 'em hard in the buttockz..."
"Boot 'em thusly in their tookhes..."
"Sweden boy, know this, you are a putz...."
[End of Scene Two]







Copyright © 2010-11 Patrick Darnell

New Song by Jack Pribek :: "The King"

the king is
feeling very bad today
the king is
feeling very bad today
he’s indisposed
Got something up his nose
take shelter best
stay out of the way because
the king is
feeling very bad today

The King smells
danger on the vine
The King wants
Everything spit and shine
Lock away pride
Keep it inside
beg mercy on your knees
and pray because
The king is
Feeling very bad today.

by Pribek, [HERE], watch the Video [LINK]

[... plus one unsolicited verse by PD ...]

the King hurts
Down in his blister'ed feet
the King spats
All over the cobbled street
rain pisses down
soaking the town
quit dancing and singing
toll bell is ringing
the King is
feeling very bad today.

VOGON POETRY :: Discourse

[Picture LINK]


Poetry Discussion LINK 

Vogons are described as officiously bureaucratic, a line of work at which they perform so well that the entire galactic bureaucracy is run by them.

On Vogsphere, the Vogons would sit upon very elegant and beautiful gazelle-like creatures, whose backs would snap instantly if the Vogons tried to ride them. The Vogons were perfectly happy with just sitting on them. Another favourite Vogon pastime is to import millions of beautiful jewel-backed scuttling crabs from their native planet, cut down giant trees of breathtaking beauty, and spend a happy drunken night smashing the crabs to bits with iron mallets and cooking the crab meat by burning the trees.

In the movie, the Vogons seem to smash the crabs for no apparent reason besides pure pleasure at killing something.

The Vogons' battle-cry, and counter-argument to dissent, is "resistance is useless!"

Jeltz reading poetry to Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect in the television series, is a construct by Douglas Adams in his Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
Vogon Poetry is described as "the third worst poetry in the Universe". The main example used in the story is a short piece composed by Jeltz, which roughly emulates nonsense verse in style (example below).

The story relates that listening to it is an experience similar to torture as demonstrated when Arthur Dent and Ford Prefect are forced to listen to the poetry (and say how much they liked it) prior to being thrown out of an airlock.

"Oh freddled gruntbuggly
thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee.
Groop I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles,
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"

Guide description:"Vogon poetry is the third worst in the Universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their Poet Master Grunthos the Flatulent, of his poem, Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning, four of his audience members died of internal hemorrhaging, and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council, survived by gnawing one of his own legs off...
The very worst poetry in the universe died along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings[2]of Sussex... in the destruction of the planet Earth."

A second example of Vogon poetry is found in the Hitchhiker's Guide interactive fiction game that was produced by Infocom.

An unused extended version of the poem is also excerpted in Neil Gaiman's book Don't Panic: The Official Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Companion, in Appendix III.

A third example appears in The Quintessential Phase of the radio series, again written by Jeltz.

A fourth example appears in And Another Thing..., the sixth book in the trilogy written by Eoin Colfer. The poem is also written by Jeltz.