tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12277642024-03-05T03:13:47.164-08:00Automous AuthorAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-24806146538549199862011-12-10T12:18:00.001-08:002017-06-18T08:12:14.006-07:00Down the Road from Crawfordsville
Somewhere at the end of the road
Down where the railroad used to go
In her trailer she slept with a frown
Trying to stare her demons down
The statue of libertines came around
The wolf had already walked the town
I wrote poetry without much sound
Except for a laugh
from all of the dumbing down
Down the road from Crawfordsville
the broken motor man turned to stone
like Apache Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-66661756714678232412011-05-18T05:17:00.001-07:002011-05-18T05:17:22.334-07:00Anyway, 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-76588373309943031332011-02-16T18:50:00.000-08:002011-02-16T18:51:58.612-08:00The 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,
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-35242778898128403262011-01-28T05:02:00.000-08:002011-01-28T05:04:08.849-08:00My 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-33109300178960841022011-01-20T10:31:00.001-08:002011-01-20T10:36:56.205-08:00Gunpowder 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-42492371477503125692011-01-15T09:17:00.000-08:002011-01-15T09:17:32.457-08:00
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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1752490836725720142011-01-14T09:19:00.001-08:002011-01-14T09:19:17.224-08:00ENGINE 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 ofAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-28071207264214658172011-01-03T04:10:00.000-08:002011-01-03T04:51:42.126-08:00Tough 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-33804261302048511182010-11-20T08:20:00.000-08:002010-11-20T08:21:56.353-08:00An 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-55317545821906854232010-10-06T16:02:00.003-07:002010-10-06T16:02:36.201-07:00You 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 knowAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-25382287202940349762010-10-06T16:02:00.001-07:002010-10-06T16:02:35.548-07:00You 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 knowAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-50805917879415324242010-09-13T01:11:00.000-07:002010-09-13T01:13:03.962-07:00Dog 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-13534357671167158922010-08-23T10:26:00.000-07:002010-08-23T10:33:38.309-07:00J 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, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-87783350243112166082010-04-04T14:51:00.001-07:002010-04-04T14:51:57.669-07:00This 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-6046429057350956012010-03-30T16:15:00.000-07:002010-03-30T16:30:37.522-07:00This 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-15274549604953206262010-03-21T09:37:00.000-07:002010-03-21T09:37:13.760-07:00Bards of Mythville | Phoenix, AZ | Alternative / alt-country / post-punk topical techno poesy | Music, Lyrics, Songs, and Videos | ReverbNationBards of Mythville | Phoenix, AZ | Alternative / alt-country / post-punk topical techno poesy | Music, Lyrics, Songs, and Videos | ReverbNationBards of Mythville official pageAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-62718462293744217682010-03-13T02:45:00.000-08:002010-03-13T02:45:32.385-08:00Mythville MetaMedia - Lulu.comTake the road to Mythville ...Mythville MetaMedia - Lulu.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1152041780626770712006-07-04T12:36:00.000-07:002006-07-04T12:36:20.653-07:0023 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1140799797693069222006-02-24T08:49:00.000-08:002006-05-03T07:57:36.666-07:00 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, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1100009277631544772004-11-09T06:07:00.000-08:002004-11-09T06:07:57.630-08:00Official website of writer Joey Robert ParksAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1098978086871688502004-10-28T08:40:00.000-07:002004-10-28T08:41:26.870-07:00To 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1098543075499325942004-10-23T07:40:00.000-07:002004-10-28T05:22:25.163-07:00 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, Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1093898457627797262004-08-30T13:40:00.000-07:002004-08-30T13:40:57.626-07:00Google Search: MythvilleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-1089389508350575272004-07-09T08:57:00.000-07:002004-07-09T09:39:21.886-07:00Richard 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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1227764.post-72805912001-11-20T17:06:00.000-08:002001-11-21T04:42:13.000-08:00
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 Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17709941464730435476noreply@blogger.com