Re: THE CAMPAIGN FOR AN ARTIST GENERAL IN DOONESBURY
"ANY DAY or year now..."
Channelled: Creative "Warp-Drive" Signature Detection Unit ~Milky Wayan Overseers~"Thus Far There Are Seven (7~w/ 2 "Leaning") Alternate-Universe Versions of "Mass-Culture-Positive" Doonesburys In Which An Artist General Figure Is A "Resident"...We Hereby Authorize~and Invite THIS Spacetime Continuum's "Garry Trudeau" To Join His Parallel Counterparts @ His Earliest Convenience" [Channel Signal-To-Ego-Noise~97.2% UpSuck-Free]
PUNC (Parallel Universe News Channel)
...PUNC: AS UC ("Unstable Connectivity") ALLOWS--
Mind's-Eye-Widening Seconds-@-A-Stretch:
MULTI-EARTH RECEPTION, CATCHER-IN-THE-WRY!
Full Planetary Event, Bold-Stroke Culture, High, Mid-Brow & Pop,
Art, Science, Technology, Politics,
Celebrity Gossip~
Art, Science, Technology, Politics,
Celebrity Gossip~
RAW TRUE GRID~Whatever's In-The-Cone!
AHEAD OR ASIDE OF OUR TIME (Things ARCinfusing) Metaphor's Rainbow~
Prolific Reach, Protean Grasp, No Twist, No Turn Too Sharp:
A MOBIUS GRIP ON ALL-SKY NEWS: Playing Truth Like A HARP
Prolific Reach, Protean Grasp, No Twist, No Turn Too Sharp:
A MOBIUS GRIP ON ALL-SKY NEWS: Playing Truth Like A HARP
ARTIST GENERAL BOWHAMMER CYMBALOM CLIP
JUNE 7, 2011~A GOOD OMEN, That Day Brought~
Re-Booting The Mindset Of A Years-Old Vision-Thing
~BOARDING STRIP AS RECURRING "CHARACTER"
Now Plausibly Less Improbable! Fact IS : An AG'd Likely Prove
A Veritable Embarrassment-O'-Riches To GBT's Savvy Genius
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29101747@N07/5032641690/in/pool-828437@N25
JUNE 7, 2011~A GOOD OMEN, That Day Brought~
Re-Booting The Mindset Of A Years-Old Vision-Thing
~BOARDING STRIP AS RECURRING "CHARACTER"
Now Plausibly Less Improbable! Fact IS : An AG'd Likely Prove
A Veritable Embarrassment-O'-Riches To GBT's Savvy Genius
http://TwItTeR.com/#%21/ArtistGeneral @ArtistGeneral Los Angeles, CA
Re: DOONESBURY~Expecting to board strip as shoo-in reality-based recurring character any day or year now~photo: 15 sec on The Daily Show~The-Time-It-Took-To-Say: "Berkeley is a bastion of liberal thought. The Marines are just the opposite." @ CodePink Protest
"OWNING" THE SEARCH-PEAK OF TWO COMMON ENGLISH WORDS~
A CURIOUSLY MEANINGLESS, YET INEXPLICABLY SATISFYING CONTEMPLATION...
http://www.flickr.com/photos/29101747@N07/5032641690/in/pool-828437@N25
NEVER FORGET: ON THEIR WATCH!
THE SECOND SUCCUMBING
(Apologies to W.B. Yeats / The Second Coming
~Written during the 8-year Tectonic Reign of Deathstar Ye$Men,
to Which the Bloodied World Remains: In Gran Mal Aftershock)
Turning and Spinning in the Widening Mire
The Congress cannot hear the Precedent;
Things fall apart; the Party cannot hold;
Sheer Conarchy is loosed upon Democracy,
The freedom-gouging tide is loosed, and everywhere
The Standing of America is downed;
The best convictions are too polite, while the worst
Are full of obtuse intensity;
Surely some Reason is at hand.
Yet there instead, the Patriot “Act”!
The “Patriot” Act!
Hardly are those words out
When an Orwelled image out of Posse Comitatus
Troubles my sight:
Somewhere in the martial curfews of this seminal Treachery
A shape with Oz-lion body and the head of a borne-again fool:
An ‘Aye’ blank and clueless as the GOP itself
Is moving its leaky Trojan Agenda, but who knew?
While overhearing guffaws & careless cheering
from the belly of the beast, that all about it now should
gather threats of patriotic fillibuster, lighting & passing torchfire.
…Wounded cowardice drops again; but indignant courage
finds unexpected stride, in the edifying irony
that a Sitting President was on his Game after all,
as if afloat, fishing! entirely untorn,
glued from National Nightmare to “My Pet Goat.”
And what Hellbent Vision Thing,
its Truthless Power come round at last,
$louches towards Liberty to be Borne?
---Artist General Michael Masley
http://DOONESBURY.com/ ~THE "BURGEONING" COSMIQUESTION: WILL LORD ZONKER "COME TO GAIA" THRU EARTH VIEW NOW? (A New "Page" On FACEofthedeepBOOK..."LIKE" IT, Live Long & Prosper!
EARTH: TOO BIG TO FAIL, Too Small To Trash~ALL-IN~FULL-ON--WE ARE HERS & SHE IS OURS. Truth Is Beauty, & Beauty, Truth~ WORTH SPREADING, WORLD-WIDE: THE WORDLESS GOSPEL OF OUR MAJESTY. HOME WITHOUT BOUNDARIES~A SUBLIME PLANETARY REALITY-CHECK
San Francisco Chronicle Article:
"Masley goes by the nom-de-satire U.S. Artist General. It's a self-appointed Cabinet post that requires him to issue warnings like "Conformity is addictive: don't abuse it'' on his popular Web site, artistgeneral.com, where he gleefully trashes the Republican Party, corporate America and big media. [his]...comic persona is informed by the famed Frisco character Emperor Norton and former Surgeon General C. Everett Koop. Masley's status as a bona fide Bay Area character was solidified when he was named grand marshal of the 2002 How Berkeley Can You Be? parade" ~from:
Street musician has a sound that's out of this world
CHAMPION OF UNMITIGATED CREATIVE COMMONWEALTH:
Street musician has a sound that's out of this world
CHAMPION OF UNMITIGATED CREATIVE COMMONWEALTH:
"GUARDIAN OF THE COLLECTIVE IMAGINATION...Masley is part joking, part earnest. His..."title" is tongue-in-cheek, based on a San Francisco man who declared himself emperor of the U.S. in 1859 and was tolerantly called "Emperor Norton" by affectionate residents." --PALO ALTO WEEKLY
"LETTER TO ZUCKERBERG! SPIRIT TO ME."
JOIN=VOTE~AG / "OMBUDSMAN": AWAKENINGS~IN FB's FUTURE:
MANY & "RUDE"~BUT FOR MY OFFICE~POISED TO OFFSET
THE NASCENT TYRANNY OF CALLOW YOUTHITUDE!
MANY & "RUDE"~BUT FOR MY OFFICE~POISED TO OFFSET
THE NASCENT TYRANNY OF CALLOW YOUTHITUDE!
Highest Self Clearest Gaze Furthest
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RESPECTFULLY IRREVERENT!
Alas, Our Dried Voices
When We Whisper Together
Are Quiet And Meaningless
As Leaves Of Grass--T.S. Whitman
Alas, Our Dried Voices
When We Whisper Together
Are Quiet And Meaningless
As Leaves Of Grass--T.S. Whitman
WHO, ITS FRIEND, AND WHO ITS FOE? What IS Imagination, That
We'll Never Know, Can't Imagine, Human Consciousness Without It?
TRAGIC FRACTION, FLYING PUBLIC
"I SAW PEOPLE LOOKING OUT THE WINDOWS..."
~Girl Who Witnessed Plane Crash
(verbatim from on-location aftermath news coverage)
She'd be in her late twenties by now.
I remember a bristling background
of evergreens tossing behind her in the interview
like immense horses sensing fire with no way out
and her mother crying gingerly...
the blond anchor's back to gust, holding the mic
as if the way she did might soothe somehow,
trust-friendly, leaning slightly left--east--
instead of right...then closer, subtly...
Coach & first class
identically fated, all the places they came from,
to be called forth, to board by row...
their faces, as backyards below surged by
with empty swings in motion,
things designed to report the wind, spinning, HARD,
blurred...chimes, heard & unheard,
pentatonic tube-chimes & little brass bells
clamoring & tinkling over patios & doorwells
as if to Say, as if to Warn:
of an impact that would skew pictures
on walls in homes five blocks away, and thunderclap one Toll
for the end of all those lifetimes...
with this girl, so close, yet safe to see so clearly in passing...
a familiar immensity otherworldly on a glidepath
hardly the height of her treehouse over powerlines she knew
it was through the looking glass then
beyond: all human retraction or control...
was her memory marred by this? Maybe.
Clearly her mother's fear; yet,
a severe privilege was granted her,
to haunt an unknown audience
with the point-blank innocence of her witness...
I'd likely buy the novel she could write
of that moment, see the movie made of it,
of those lives, that sold-out flight of faces
in a fixed row of window-seats
doubtless similar on the side she did see,
and the side she didn't.
Imagining those lifetimes, their birthdays come to this
perfectly-shared end, this
final day so unknowingly noted,
circled on the calender, arrangements made for departure
and, unnecessarily, as it turned out, arrival...
the ways & means they took
to board that flight. The little things done
to make it on time, the yell to hurry, the red light run...
the relief at the gate, the last latte, the final beer...
[Reading papers their death would be headlines in tomorrow}
The Times, the Tribune...here @ last now, the relaxed
Wait...
And then fatally, irreversibly, airborne. The many, or the few,
or even the one, who met her silent, gaping look down there,
that lone depth of stare from the wholeness
of life ahead of her, to the hurtling
last seconds of their own.
~Michael Masley (aka, Artist General)
P.S. There were unfortunately 'ground fatalities' too. A woman who hadn't flown for ten years after a dream of seeing her name on a list of plane crash victims--and for whom close friends had staged an "intervention" by sending her a free ticket to join them at a beloved location on that very day--died in the explosion from across the street, serving tea in her living room.
(She had decided that morning, in a darkly pivotal failure of nerve, to not meet them as expected after all. The ticket was on her desk--had she taken that flight, she would have landed safely and been in route to her friends' planned reunion).
As noted above: the witness statement by the girl was quoted verbatim from aftermath news coverage. Now From PUN: (Parallel Universe News} Cassandra Eyzlok was nine years old when she witnessed that tragic glide-path to impact. (Her first novel, "PLANESTAY", will be a critically-acclaimed bestseller pre-optioned sci-fantasy brought to national screen by ATORRANTE FILMS, late 2012). http://AOFthemovie.com
TEA POTTY POLITICS
{We Hold These Truths to Be Self-Evident}
They're caught between a Shock
& a Scarred Place, a morally-arrested development
of working & middle-class had-ENUFFERS, outraged
into bizarre political misalignment with their own best interests:
Stockholm-Syndromed into the Alpha-Corporate Party
of GOD-&-COUNTRYclub--
HANDS DOWN, There's the RUB!
Cruel-&-Unusual FEAR Marching to a "DIFFerent" TUB-Thumper:
(No Squeak or Squeal of Hatred's Wheel-o'-Fortune heard HERE)
And when it Reigns, does-it-Ever-POUR:
a Gullibly-self-righteous ruse of Sub-True-American BILE unstopped
as BP Oil from the Reptile-Brainfloor
of Fox News...
Of all their campaigns, none are clean of it--their heroes,
their icons: already shining with their own
taken measure...
(such that it's less & less easy to "Understand"
how much Less-Means-More...Never mind the WALL, for all
the $moke, it's even harder to read fresh writing
on the slick of one's own HAND!)
At play then: a host of unholy consequences,
the hair-trigger Groupthink of Twice-Fooled White Folk
addicted to junkfood-for-thought
in a treacherous diet they keep
but can't hold down
for Meaningfully-American Prime Time,
their case Unmade--
throwing it all back up, but then--
heart-burned, over-worked, under-paid,
ever-angrier: returning to Binge
at Murdoch's Endless Picnic Table:
Pickled Pig's Foot, napkin-staining McNuggits,
Marshmellowed Jello &
Ice-Cubed Koolaid...
--Artist General
Solar-Systemic Neural De-Frag
Home Planet: Over & Out
~Old Souls Only~
(No InnerLifeGuard on Duty!)
(No InnerLifeGuard on Duty!)
Stay Strong, Be Safe
ENTERING EGO STUN ZONE
ENTERING EGO STUN ZONE
(IMMORTAL MINEDFIELD AHEAD)
FLASH-COMPREHENSION-OF-ETERNITY
HAZARD
HAZARD
DISENGAGE IMAGINATION IMMEDIATELY
IF EXISTENTIAL VERTIGO OCCURS.
DO NOT FEED OR EAT LEFTOVER VISIONTHINGS!
~ LIFE IN THE VAST LANE ~
In time, nothing
in no time, everything
we live beyond our means of understanding. . .
In no time, nothing;
in time, everything
aloof, soaring on ceremony
the magnitude of providence
holds its peace like breath withdrawn from ours
life by life, death by death.
Somewhere in the legend of a map so deep
Somewhere in the legend of a map so deep
that stars are lost in solid light
do you know what a world expects of itself?
do you know where the Earth ends tonight?
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