tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12277642012-01-22T10:28:41.646-08:00<b>"What's now proved was once only imagined."<br> - William Blake<br></b> <br> <a href="http://www.lulu.com/mythville">Mythville Book Store</a><br> <a href="http://www.lulu.com/bardsofmythville">Bards Books Online</a> <br> <a href="http://www.myspace.com/mythville">Mythville on Myspace</a> <a href="http://profile.to/douglasmcdaniel/">...and on Facebook</a>Douglas McDanielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comBlogger271100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-24806146538549199862011-12-10T12:18:00.001-08:002011-12-10T12:18:51.125-08:00

Down the Road from Crawfordsville Somewhere at the end of the roadDown where the railroad used to goIn her trailer she slept with a frownTrying to stare her demons downThe statue of libertines came aroundThe wolf had already walked the townI wrote poetry without much soundExcept for a laugh from all of the dumbing down Down the road from Crawfordsvillethe broken motor man turned to stonelike

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Anyway, they had finally made their way down to some actual water, which was the important thing. She looked down. Wondered, why here? She was sad. Always, mostly, sad, but special sad today. Short bus sad. He saw a bench that had obviously been left there just for completely insane people to sit and pointed, as in, "Sit, there. See. We are here. We are going to sit here now because this is

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The Solar Bath She awoke shapely but shaken And I watched her bathe In blinding electricity Beneath the solarized sky Tiamat met Zeus Were unable to reach The porch to punish her And over the cornfields Of Republicanated Iowa Thunder a’ trumpeted, And Tesla’s lightning Failed to defeat her, And solar light bounced Off the feet of her Bouncing upwards Off the earth, to fire Up the weaponized,

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My Own Private Elbaho Going down periscope to chase away the snakes I dream of an island where the beautiful muses wake a sunny volcanic island where the blood is washed from stones a cloud-buffed skies are imaginary tomes for paupers, princes kings and queens of old, a place I'll now call my private Elbaho She dreams of green magic mountains where Solznenitzen once growled about peanuts, salt

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Gunpowder Green Too long on the Oolong Tea Blues The unattended catrographer girl was given free espresso and a kitten and a smile Set to loose,  upon the world, but all I got was a foot to the floor The empty bowl is set in the ever endless void as you called me a paranoid while madman Americans sharpen their stones in a desert land of hot burning bones (Chorus) Enemies of the coffee state you

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Cave Creek Road I found the creek beneath Cave Creek Road then I washed away the seeds I'd sowed found the creek again running low below ground found the Cave Creek waterfall and I, paralyzed, listened to the sound Old sun, familiar sun water clear as mud checked my Farmer's Almanac for tornadoes this year Never met a woman until the moon came out because you silly fellow are quite a phony

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ENGINE IN CONTENTION Sheriff Joe came down the hill Said I'd burned my dollar bill So I can't get gas to cross the great water I can't go far with an engine in contention can't go far with an engine in contention Feeling bored with the whine of my engine spinning those wheels across that desert for miles and miles miles and miles miles and miles miles and miles Dirt on the dash got a bunch of

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Tough LoveYou tell me at the morning bellthat life is just a living hellI wake up thinkingisn't that swellMy Cherios crunch to loudyou say, my breath is badnow go away, my tongue is roughas I run away to a saferplace where the sun isn't so grayTough love is a two way streetgotta get something better to eatTough love is a two way streetGotta find a smile where can I find itTough love is a two way

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An On the Road Memoirof Where It All Startedin Ouray, Colorado ...Something about the old noon mining age lunch alarm always creeped me out in Ouray, Colorado. When the town siren went off, it hit a pitch much more inclined toward tornado sirens and pre-bombing wails. That it should be a town gong to celebrating the 19th century ore boom, with its mining boss mentality, scorched-earth

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You were born in a cross-fire hurricane, but you can manage that. But if you go into a modern-day community casino, god have mercy on you. You are not the heathen, so the devil be your firend, my friends, because you are in the Riverside, Iowa casino, and you are about to not die. In fact, you are not even here to make a movie for HBo, and you might as well be in Vegas, loathing, for all you know

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You were born in a cross-fire hurricane, but you can manage that. But if you go into a modern-day community casino, god have mercy on you. You are not the heathen, so the devil be your firend, my friends, because you are in the Riverside, Iowa casino, and you are about to not die. In fact, you are not even here to make a movie for HBo, and you might as well be in Vegas, loathing, for all you know

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Dog Star BluesTough to run, but not too toughTough to walk on the morning tuftsof grass in your fields of earthYour fields of earth are enoughThey are enoughStragglers will be left behindin the alleys of deceitand wild animal violencedriven like the tidesGetting a feel for the sunin the dog parkLife in the dog parkalive in the dog park,life making me a doggiedinner, a life made of bad

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J Jaimie O. at the Presby Church in Sharon, Iowa, circ. 2006Last WaterIn AmericaBy Douglas McDanielSymmetry comes to mind, but it’s hardly late enough in the hour to consider it fully, completely. More like, it’s this: Listening to a long sad aphorism by Mark Twain, thus misquoted, misre-engineered: The hardest thing in life, the thing that really wears me out,

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This Just In(verse)Hey you Joe the Terroristyour humvees out of gasstaring at goats in the desertin a deadly atmosphere, ayeMen from the futurefly at your commandtakin' stolen relicsfrom the smoking holy lands(chorus)This just in from Fox News:Joe the Terrorist just got refusedThis just inThis just inGot refused,got refusedJoe the Terrorist just got refused(verse)Staring at goatsis just a gas

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This Just InHey you fallen conquereryour humvees out of gashunting for goatsin a deadly atmosphere, ayeMen from the futurefly at your commandtakin' stolen relicsfrom the smoking holy lands, ayeStaring at goatsis just a gas manstaring at goatsyou make your gasoline standCigs and smokesacross the Asiaswhile the popularrage movesin real time fast(bridge)Like a rough beastbackbeat back at

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Bards of Mythville | Phoenix, AZ | Alternative / alt-country / post-punk topical techno poesy | Music, Lyrics, Songs, and Videos | ReverbNationBards of Mythville official page

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Take the road to Mythville ...Mythville MetaMedia - Lulu.com

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23 Roads to MythvilleAn apocalyptic journey across America and meditation on the imposition of order in space, both cyber and dirt real. By experiential author Douglas McDaniel, who explores the mysteries of American networked life. Read more Ipswich at WarA few days after Sept. 11, 2001, poet and essayist Douglas McDaniel moved to Ipswich, on the North Shore of Massachusetts. A collection of

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It’s after Christmas, a Tuesday, and Depoe Bay is a roiling sea as gray whales bound about in the distance, mostly behind behemoth waves driven by an oncoming winter storm.Along the seawall people are everywhere in their jackets and other warming gear,

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Official website of writer Joey Robert Parks

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To Bidi, Or Not to Bidi: What Was the Question? By Douglas McDaniel Mythville.com He quit smoking right after the war. One day he was tooling around, heading toward a casino on the other side of the Colorado River at Lake Havasu, Arizona, and he came to a dock and the dock led to a loading ramp onto a ferry that would carry him to his dicey destination. But then he remembered, shit, he didn`t

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He quit smoking right after the war. One day he was tooling around, heading toward a casino on the other side of the Colorado River at Lake Havasu, Arizona, and he came to a dock and the dock led to a loading ramp onto a ferry that would carry him to his dicey destination. But then he remembered, shit, he didn`t have any cigarrettes. He thought about turning around. As a thoughtful guy,

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Richard Clarke's not-so-secret agent By Douglas McDaniel Mythville.com When Richard Clarke testified before Congress last spring on his inside take on the events leading up to 9/11 and the White House's response to the disaster, an attendant chorus of attacks began in the media to undermine his message. Here was this guy, this practical traitor, just another government exile, just another

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Denial of Access By Douglas McDaniel Mythville MetaMedia The date is Dec. 13, 2000, and the Internet landscape is teetering on the brink of collapse. But we don’t know it yet. We are secure, successful, on top of the publishing world. Or so we believe. Even as the U.S. Supreme Court is deciding the presidential election for us. We are winners … or so we believe. Gathered in a large enough

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Glasnost Lost From the Suburban Jungle to the Mountaintop at 10,000 feet: Throwin' lightning right back down the hill. From the end of the world to your town, basically ... By Douglas McDaniel There was that bulgy woman's face, my ex mother-in-law, screaming at me, "Heathen! Heathen! Why don't you read something good for you, like the Bible? Not those stupidheads you call heroes. They are all

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The Taming of the Web While many native Netizens are crying ‘Don’t fence me in,’ the Wild Wild Web is fast becoming a relic of a fabled past By Douglas McDaniel It’s a range war, a street fight, the season of conflict, the Net’s counter-cultural O.K. Corral. Each day, the diverse members of the global Web community slug it out like overactive children on an unsupervised playground. The issues

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