Saturday, October 08, 2005

Lo-Fi Spy.Com Update...

Howdy all....Viva la Saturday. Well, it's a rainy, cold one here in O-high-O. a good day to sit around listening to some downtempo fusion and working on getting Lo-Fi Spy.Com back up and running...Now, I know you're asking yourself, why change the site when you just redesigned everything two months ago? Well, the reason is simple...I've got a good feeling about the group of projects I'm working on right now, and I feel that they deserve a well-put together, centralized home in cyberspace, and that now is the perfect time to harness the more semantic approachs to content management that are currently emerging on the web.

Anywho, it has proved very difficult to pull all this together from a design standpoint, not to mention, I've been racking my poor brain over whether or not I should incorporate a more "community" approach to the whole thing. I mean, it would be cool, and it was kind of my original vision for ITE, but I've lost faith since then in the idea. Just look at places like Slashdot, that place has gone way down hill despite their best moderation efforts, and I just don't have the time to become a full time moderator for other people's political ideas and debates when I have plenty of my own stuff to get out there.

So, in the long run, I'm still knocking ideas around, and getting the hang of all the tech invloved, but I should have something up by the end of the check back...peace

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Embracing the Darkness

Howdy all...sorry again for the extended absence, I know it's becoming a bit of a habit for me lately, but I promise, I have good reason. I've been working, and I've been sick, and I've just been overall busy...and I'm working on a new and improved Lo-Fi Spy.Com. So, consequently ITE has felt the consquences.

I am in the process of migrating most of what I'm doing on the web into a single spot, namely It just seems logical at this point to consolidate everything, not to mention, that blog-wise, I really feel that it's time to stretch my feet beyond the technological limits imposed by the interface. It's a great place to get started, but as the fervour grows around the concept of Web 2.0, I can't help but get excited about the possibilities of blogging in a more semantic way, so I've decided to host my own blog, and try my hand at WordPress using the concept of Structured Blogging.

I still haven't made all my final decisions yet. It has proved difficult to decide on format when I'm bringing together so many diversive elements of my own personality, not to mention that I'd like to feature other artists and thinkers, and set up a membership system so I can build a social network of like-minded people who are interested in in the fight for civil rights and representative democracy. So, as you can see, this is a big step up from ITE, so it will still probably be a little while before I decide to go active with the site, but when I do, ITE will probably be relegated to some yet undecided secondary role. I have put alot work into this site, and building a little readership, but I feel now is the time to step up a level and take a little control.

Check back soon for updates....

Sunday, October 02, 2005

I'm back.....dunnadunadada (lousy attempt at Batman Theme)

Hey everybody...sorry for disapearing again, but I've been in party mode for the last few days because I have to return to the tie-wearing, soul-crushing, life sucking corporate world tommorow. Yep, your's truly got a job...and no, I'm not happy about it, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I've been milking this 'oh-my-elbow's-crushed-whoa-is-me' routine long enough, it's time to to put axe to grindstone and make some life-affirming moolah. Yeah, it's definitely times like this that I miss the ole' carefree days cavorting around Hollywood playing Mr. Blond-Bass-Player, but alas, here in o-high-o, not to mention the rest of the world, you have to work if you want to eat, so tommorow I rejoin the rest of the world in the daily ritual of whoring myself out to fill the wallets of fat-cat capitalist so I can get my pittance like the rest of the fools...hopefully this is only temporary, but hey, like my mom says - "You can't eat poetry!", we'll see...

Well, amongst all my good times the last few days, I decided to declare myself on a news-lite diet, so therefore, I am not going to bore you all tonight with my traditional political diatribe...fuck Bush, Roberts, Judy Miller, Stephenopolous, Cheney, the neocon agenda, Isreal, Syria, Iran, North Korea...fuck 'em all...right now I just want to get laid, smoke a big fat joint, and forget about all the shit that's going to be right there waiting for me as soon as I wake up this is from me to the whole wide lot of ya'all motherfuckers with your political agenda's and corporate profit outlooks, and blah, blah, blah...


Good, now that we have that out of the way, I'd like to take a moment to introduce everybody to a new friend of introduction I could give really does justice, so just go check out her fucking's some good shit (and it's earned a perm. spot in my required reading section)

The Broken Poetry Girl

And finally, one of my own....

Close my eyes
and see
a hint
of eyes and
lips in motion
a flash
of black hair
and a half-sound
like you
something dirty in my ear
a symphony of
never formed
being formed
the soundtrack
of penetration
the reformation
of fragments into
illogically coherent
a language of touch
and give and
take and give again
messages sent and
in glances and moans
and a glorious
of planetary
all inside
a flash
of black hair
and full lips in motion...


Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Liberal Vs. Conservative Media

Today I've decided to broach a touchy subject, one that tends to be an indicator for the amount of polarization that has occured among modern Americans, though it is, by no means, a new debate. And that is the today's mainstream media inherently liberal or conservative? It is a question that draws a wide range of seemingly contradictory answers, and inevitably leads to some extremely passionate debates which often cannot be simply resolved or won. Why? Because the question itself is fundamentally flawed, and furthermore, the cause of the question's flaw is indicatory of a greater problem within the modern incarnation of American two-party politics. And that problem is this...does the current system address the full range of political thought and feelings among the voting public, or is it purposely slighted to give advantage to a select range of political ideals and philosophies? In other words, by examining the argument of liberal vs. conservative media we can gain considerable insight into the failings of the Republican Vs. Democrat stigma that has silenced a considerable portion of the American political landscape.

The fundemental problem lies with a concept that you might call '2-D politics', or in other words, looking at the political landscape as a linear plane consisting of a definitive left, center, and right. On the surface, this system appears to work, but there is a deeper underlying problem. There are two major factors involved in your personal political stance, your social views, and your economic views (keeping in mind I am over-simplifying because I am in no way a political expert, I'm just a poet making an observation). Now the problem with the '2-D' approach, is that it assumes that both your social and economic views fall in line with each other, like for example, that if you believe in small goverment, that you are also against abortion and gay marriage. In other words, it is a drastically over-simplified system which does not in any way address the political mindset of modern Americans. The plain and simple fact of the matter is this, both the social and economic variables MUST be taken into consideration to give accurate representation to the people.

In my humble opinion, the concept of two-party politics is a deliberate attempt to keep federal power confined within a small group of the elite who consider themselves to be the American aristocracy. Think about it, in all the things that matter most to the people as a whole, both the Democrats and Republicans have strikingky similar stances...the Patriot Act, Iraq, Israel, Energy Policy, pre-emptive warfare, drug policy, corporate call today's Democrats Republican-lite is to miss the point entirely, our goverment abandoned the concept of 'We the People' a long time ago, it was subverted from within with the advent of the Federal Reserve and foreign ownership, and became a self-serving monster representative of trans-national corporations and the core elite. The Bush machine is not the disease, it is a symptom of a deeper underlying rot that threatens to crumble the American way of life from within.

Thus, a new concept of political representation must be propagated, and it has to start at a local level and be built into a credible and powerful voice to be heard by the turned minds and closed hearts of the elite matrix. I highly recommend reading this article by Geoff Prince, in which he explains all this much better than I ever could, he also illustrates a much more effective system of political representation which could, and should, be used as a basis for the re-invention of American Democracy.

And finally, back to the question of the let's ask ourselves where they stand. The answer becomes obvious upon examination. They are simply greedy and self-serving...Do they protect Bushco and the neocons? Yes, most definitely, but is because they too are conservative? No, they are simply protecting their loyal bitch in the White House who makes they're wildest profit-making dreams come true while he allows them to consolidate and conglomerate into the ultimate propaganda system. But hey, doesn't the media stream all kinds of sex and violence into our homes? Yes, but do they do it because they have some secret plan to liberalize you're precious brain-washed children? No, they do it because you're buying it up faster than they can spit it out. See, the media doesn't really stand anywhere on any political spectrum except the 'let's make billions and billions of dollars while kids starve in our own country' stance...So there you have it, now, let's quit fucking arguing and get out on the streets and actually make something happen. It doesn't matter where you stand, we are all equal when it comes to our responsibility to the future of our country, our enviroment, and our world.

TAKE ACTION NOW...This link will crack you up...then go find a local peace group, get involved, educate your friends...just do something, every little thing helps add up to a better tommorow...

A little poetry for ya'...

The Storyteller
The moon
Its hollow light whispering to the ground
Its waves caressing the cool air
Rises into the night sky
Its hands reaching for the face of God
The quietness of its voice
As it cries to the sky
And tells of times past
Its eyes
A window into eternity
The moon
Rises into the night sky.

Unmistaking Me
Floating so
completely powerless
But I don't care.
They're taking me
Replacing me, unmistaking me
And all my pain is falling as
I ascend into the sky
Like sleeping so peacefully
Watching the earth fade away
Melt away as their lasers destroy
them, recreate them, and bring them
back again
Like dreaming they heal me mesmerize
me hypnotize me and I’m floating
so completely powerless
But I don't care
They've taken me
Replacen me unmistaken me
And the sunrays are dancing
inside my head
Like the breeze I'm seeming
without being and I'm melting
As I ascend into the sky.


Monday, September 26, 2005

Inside The Empty (The Poem)

From inside these empty
Hallways of
I believe someone once lived here long ago
Maybe they forgot their way home and never returned
I vaguely remember looking out this
The window here has such a pretty view
From here I can watch the sun set and rise
I don't know why or how this is but I
These hallways seem so big the walls are painted, once painted but now streaked with tears
I wonder who left them here to
Red stain never again to be a clear window
Green leaves of a tree turned a color with no name by
I tried for hours to rub the red away but all I did was stain the window pink
When I stand on my head or spin about until I'm dizzy
I can almost imagine what must have been before desolation made its home here
In a forgotten vase outside the
Light embraced the last petal of a almost faded rose
The light embraced and danced but I died in its arms
Inside these empty hallways I once imagined to be mine


Hey everybody, my apologies for the darker poetry as of late, but my head has been in kind of a weird place the last week or so. I think the world in general has just been getting to me lately, as I'm sure you all know by now, I tend to be somewhat of a passionate guy and well...there's just alot to be passionate about right now. Sometimes I regret turning on my computer at all, I get all of my news from the online alt. media (fuck the TV, fucking brain-melting box of consumeristic bullshit), and sometimes it's just hard to take all the ignorance and intolerance going on out there. It seems the world is going mad (not that it hasn't always been a little crazy), but right now it seems the madness is accelerating to some kind of horrible and very undesirable end...I don't know, maybe I'm just another poet finally losing my marbles from too much time spent pondering the abstract issues of life here of planet earth. Either way, I promise I'll be back in normal Lo-Fi form here soon, I just need some serious meditation time or something...but anywho, here's an older (but happier) poem to close the post...peace

Liquid Noisy World
A world of soundwaves living in my head.
All living on a multi-colored 3-D graph that spans
forever and forever...
Then spirals around and dances in a neutron synapse-wind
To endless rhythms and melodies that bubble up like ocean waves
Inside this liquid world of pure aural energy.
Now exists the possibility of transcending oneself
To become one with the sweet vibrations in the colors that wrap around you
Like a night hungry to eat all the light it can and turn it into shadow energy.
To be immersed in pure noise and lose
Everything that makes me - me.
Become a spark of energy in a violent stormy sea
And be transformed into what you hear, into what you feel
Into how you think...
Inside this liquid world of pure aural energy.

The Undivine

Feeling painfully
and suspiciously
like the God
that I have railed against
in my quest for silent truths
has sucked the life out of my soul
shadow fingers
and left an indelible
darkness upon my heart
to feed upon my words
until I write and write
any elegance
flows out
just endless rows of
meaningless words
and baseless imagery
wrapped in colorless ideas
and soundless
Why are my thoughts
so darkened by hands unseen?
An unknown entity
blocking the beams
of abstractual sun
from reaching my
light-starved soul
Why do the words
the words which have always
carried me through
my self-created cycles
of mist shrouded seeking
and circular wonderings
refuse to come to me now
Why am I struggling?
And why is it
in my struggles
I feel closer to the world
than ever before?
Does the path to truth
for a poet slash seeker
wind through the pain
they so desperately write away?
Is it possible to seek
by not seeking?
To see
by not-seeing?
Or is every word
just falling
on the deaf ears of
a world
that forgot the
a poem
and the simple
symetry of
a love-lorn song
long long ago?
What exactly the fuck
is happening to me?

Sunday, September 25, 2005

Global Warming and Hurricanes

It's a 'new era' of
Global Warming could spark

Ok, so the highly politicized debate about global warming continues with a ridiculous amount of spin coming from all sides of the argument. Does anyone else see the porblem here? Why are we letting this become a political issue when it's so damn important to the future of the whole damn world that we get to the bottom of all this? See, the issue here isn't whether warming ocean currents are fueling these monster storms, in fact, anyone with half a brain could see that neither side of the argument is wrong or right. I mean, unless you are a brain-dead red-stater who gets your news from Murdoch and company over at the Bush News Network (Fox), that it's obvious to see that our enviroment is going to hell in a hand-basket. Only a being as ignorant as man could believe that he could pump billions and billions of pounds of pollutants in the air and not have it cause an undesirable effect on the homeostasis of the it likely that we totally destroy the planet with our stupidity, no, mother earth is a resilient, cycle-based meta-organism with a well-refined sense of survival. But is it likely that we humans survive along with her? Well, I'm sorry to be the one to break this to you all, but no...I honestly believe at our current rate of destruction that we are right on the verge of the point of no return for mankind's downfall. Maybe, we'll last a hundred years, maybe ten thousand, but either way, without significant changes to man political and enviromental behaviours life as we know it here on earth will come to an eventual and very dramatic end as mother earth finally gets pissed off enough and decides it time to cleanse herself of this virus we call man.

Now, I'm sorry to be so down on the rest of mankind, but how can anyone not look around and just get fucking livid at the state of humanity, at those fuckers in the White House and Downing Street who would line their own pockets before giving a second of their time to care. How could you not be pissed that somewhere in the realm of 25% of America STILL thinks that Iraq had nuclear weapons and was responsible for 9/11, and that something like 60% of today's children think that America HAS TOO MUCH FREEDOM. How could you not be pissed that men who call themselves messengers of God preach hatred and intolerance against people who are a million times more decent and moral than they will ever be, or that they've dragged our once great country into the muck of international disdain as they've slaughtered innocent people and destoyed the air we breathe and the water we drink...Yes, I AM FUCKING PISSED THE FUCK OFF, and guess what...



Saturday, September 24, 2005

Midnight Alone

Feeling distinctly
absolutely alone...
filled with a deafening
that roars within my ears
and fills my soul
with numbing coolness
I am armed with a list of
a million things
I need to change
to be a person
the person
I would have to be
to make you want me
But I already know
I won't do a single one of
tommorow I'll wake up and say
fuck it
and light a joint
and descend for
another day
into a blue-grey haze
to ignore the fact
that I'm a me or
him or that guy
in the corner
his very exsistence
is a black hole
sucking all the good
things in life away into
an endless, joyless void.
I'm not this dark, am I?
I thought that I had
become much more skilled
than this at
honest truths
but yet
here I am
questioning everything
and finding
like sour notes in a song
that you can't hear
feeling absolutely
and distinctly