Archive for July, 2008

me or the cat?

Sunday, July 27th, 2008

me or the cat?

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

listen to the baby cry under dark blue sky
spiked through with star light
dash of streetlamp glow thrown across the grass
lanky, sleeking tomcat; you breathe wrong he is gone
moments as a pile of dust, sneeze and all is blown
high thrown as a kite string slash, beg mercy of the wind
off they roll as tumbleweeds, in motion yet in death
only serve to plant the seeds, what they used to be
higher and higher beyond glass placed over another’s world
inside it’s all the tumbling dice machines fail to predict
shaking hands, hand me down, pitch another bet
shaking hands, hold me down, best if we forget
forget and cut your eyes lest you start to empathize
let realization come condense
there but for the grace of choice go I
still not any hero for standing right across the line

 

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Rise of Fascism on the Net

Saturday, July 19th, 2008

I want to decry what I feel to be a wave of anti-industrious attitude that’s become increasingly more prevalent on the web. All these people who block ANY comment that has anything even slightly to do with self-promotion, the people who get angry when anyone tries to start something new and doesn’t already have a vast corporate marketing budget to work with. I understand you’ve seen plenty of these ideas fail and that it taxed your emotions, but spreading the bitterness, the cynicism - that’s not going to help any one.

At the same time these people are griping about "affiliate marketing" or porn site spam or Viagra pill spam or whatever the latest craze is, out of the other corner of their mouth they’re complaining about how unfair society is and how it offers limited opportunities. So you want more jobs, better lives, but fuck other people if they try to do that also? See, a good chunk of the world lives very close to the bottom of the food chain. Plenty of people go broke, lose their homes, have an unexpected baby coming, etc. Think about those possibilities. While I understand massive floods of automated spam or endless cheesy comments get old, it aggravates me to see people with these popular blogs suddenly become irritated about being "used" by other people seeking to promote their own online endeavors. Talk about hypocritical! I’m not even willing to consider that anyone who started blogging or any other kind of online phenomenon/celebrity blog/website became popular without SOME form of advertising. No one has that many friends, sorry. You either start with a budget and some pre-existing fame/notoriety or you go beat on doors and find an audience and piss a few people off in the process.

Here’s my bottom line: I hate when people get to the top and then try to kick the ladders they
climbed up on back down so no one can follow them up. Few things piss me off to that level and I suppose because it shows a basic lack of empathy, deep-seated personal insecurity and a grand dose of narcissistic arrogance. I write this post today so that I will have a reminder to myself when I reach the level of success that I’ve been aiming for. I want to be a person who not only gives back, but staunchly defends the rights of other people to try and compete with me. By trying to block others I’d be stunting my own growth, limiting my own enrichment.

This applies offline, too. All those telemarketers? People trying to make a living. The guy at the
drive through window who’s so damned slow with your order? Yeah, he’s got rent to pay, too.
The lady at Wal-Mart who argues with you over the store’s return policy? She’ll be a grandmother next month and may not be able to retire until she’s well past age 75 due to her limited savings. What I’m trying to convey is that everyone’s got struggles and everyone deserves some respect up front (until they prove otherwise). It’s the very basis of our society to learn to not only cope with each other but to co-exist in a fashion that ADVANCES each of us.

All the marketing that surrounds us all day long, that’s someone trying to put food on the table. Does it primarily benefit some small percentage of people at the top? Probably. But those people spend money, too. My objective is to stay as open-minded and open-hearted as I possibly can and try to understand those I encounter before I start boxing them in with judgments.

I do not want to see the internet drift towards this fascistic state of ‘if you don’t agree with US then go away’ to the point that many forums, blogs, chatrooms and online communities take things. Over and over again, since I first got online in 1993 or so, I’ve seen communities rise up, I’ve joined them and then the ‘powers that be’ come in and squash the ‘rebel element’. The channel ops get ban-happy, the profiles stop allowing comments, the blogs start ‘needing to approve’ comments. It’s always blamed on some ‘exploiter’, but every single time the rules end up excluding a lot more people than they were said to have been designed to exclude.

It’s as if the person who got the power gradually gets more tipsy until they’re drunk and picking fights. It’s almost as if the mere fact that people have freedom begins to get under the skin of some personality type and eventually those people get things shut down all while they point the fingers at some group they dislike. I mean the American Midwest used to be filled with buffalo (bison), too.

Maybe some of you remember how you used to be able to post ads on newsgroups way back when. The first website I ever set up, back in 1996 or so, I advertised a call for writers and
artists in the newsgroups. I got tons of excited replies and so much traffic to the page that my hitcounter went down and my free hosting account got closed (I was in my teens without a budget back then). I tried that same approach in 2001 and got my e-mail box absolutely inundated with hate mail. Same thing happened with forums. Anyone remember how Yahoo chat used to let you make your own chatrooms? Those are gone now, I believe.

Year after year places crop up and then they die off. I’m sure there are plenty of bastions of
unbridled craziness left on the web today, but I don’t know of many. Napster got strangled, YouTube gets censor-happy and god forbid you show the wrong pictures on MySpace or kiss your account goodbye. We won’t even get into trying to place ANY kind of ad that won’t get flagged on craigslist (even in the ADS sections, mind you).

That’ll end my little rant on the importance of allowing opportunity for EVERYONE (even if we
hate them) online in order to preserve our own freedom, integrity and honesty. Let the jerks
reveal themselves and we’ll simply ignore them instead of punishing anyone who looks like they
might possibly be a jerk.

Quick Update

Wednesday, July 16th, 2008

 

More Poems will be forthcoming. I’ve got a lot of things going on at the moment so been slow but rest assured more will be on the way and hopefully in the mean time a few of these might sell, as well. :)

Why I should Get a James Dean Nash review

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

As you guys probably know who’ve been following this blog for a while, I’m attempting to do two things with it. Number one is get myself out there in the artistic sense and number two is show how I’m going from zero to the lofty million dollar status.

 

In order to do this I run more than just the Million Dollar Poetry Project, in terms of websites. For each of those sites I try to learn ALL that I can. I’ve found different methods and tried them and I’ll keep trying them until something "clicks" and then I’ll keep trying things and improving as I go. You know, small things such as maybe an attractive design for THIS site. :)

 

It all takes time.. the basis of the project "stamina + innovation", that’s my slogan and I’m stickin’ to it. Well, during this process I’ve come across a guy who’s offered alot to help many of my projects out and he’s GIVING the info away free on his site: James Dean Nash

 

The reason that I find him so inspirational is that he’s not using shady tactics to earn his success, he’s simply employing smart and ethical strategies to promote useful products and services. Also, like me, he went through a period of homelessness and has had to claw his way out of poverty. I’m a huge fan of his thanks to a post by Kalta over on the Digital Point forums.

So when Mr. Nash said he’d be willing to review sites that were willing to post about his site, I jumped at the chance! :) I believe he should consider this site because I think once it catches fire (as slowly as it may be going at the moment) it’ll be a slice of internet history. I hope he selects me, I’d be honored!

Serpentine Conversationsss

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

Serpentine Conversationsss

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

aye, says the Old One with a wink, you my child have figured me out
it’s what you grow for to make these connections
to take my place you’ll gradually become me
you’ll shed your youth like a snake’s old skin
be a brand new bright shiny adult, slithering towards maturity
you’ll hunt for what you need to eat and i don’t mean food
what i mean is a constant means by which to expand yourself
you swallow difficult things and stew on their properties
you’ll disassemble what you’ve been fed and shed
whatever you find worthless and unwholesome
and throughout the years you’ll grow if you want to
until you yourself are that sparkling-eyed snake
crafty enough to charm a new generation into
becoming what you will be and I am already

 

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he knows what he’s doing he just don’t care

Sunday, July 6th, 2008

he knows what he’s doing he just don’t care

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

he’s got a bubbling whirl of synthesized chemicals
ricocheting round inside his skull now
maybe he even believes he’s flying but up you go then down you come
it’s a marathon race to a thin air mountain top
from up there he thinks he can see it all
but falling down, back down to ground below
he can’t remember what epiphany struck back up there
so it’s another trip down to the dark park
another handful of cash for roundtrip ticket
that process of gaining wisdom just to fumble it
that’s a routine he’s come to take for granted
the same routine that’s gonna grind his dreams

 

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does that mean we’re swine?

Saturday, July 5th, 2008

does that mean we’re swine?

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

dreaming of the ocean, repitition of crashing waves once more
two ships turn for firing guns of unimaginable magnitude
thunk and echo each shot churning water by the dumptruck load
we have only small boats, quick and nimble, nets adrift
headsized pearls float for harvest, like gathering up eggs
i am confused on awakening, yet calmly full of rest

 

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all part of the process

Saturday, July 5th, 2008

all part of the process

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

after the flash, in deathly cool of unlit dawn
in scratching soil resonate, crawling with black-shell beetles
eaters of the dead, cycling all back to life again
triumphing as a whole over circumstance, making way for birth
rolling suns around the earth, pushing clouds along
clicking along as a miniature army, flagless yet triumph-bound

 

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nitey nite!

Friday, July 4th, 2008

nitey nite!

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

Sweet Cherubim of apple-tinted cheeks
graceful gold blond petal-head nodding to relief
growing always triggers pain, proof our lives can always change
you drift beautiful, soothing as the moon a’full
how i long to see emerge, butterfly you’re sure to turn
never let the carry you, breezes rarely keep promises
yet i’ll hold your hand when you ask me, talk you back to sleep
never come against you keep me in mind when you feel the need

 

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propaganda

Friday, July 4th, 2008

propaganda

by Wolfgang Nibori

 

why will no one step forward, smash down that bloody door
all the ants trailing towards the Raid bait, staggering away again
they’ll come back, they always do. so hooked on killing you
glass eyes, red welted, reverse gasmask inhale it
screeching tires after lights out, knock-a-knockin’ broken door
toss you from the speeding trainwreck, drowning for a shore
keep hiding, gonna getcha all’s fair cause i love war
gonna getcha, keep hiding, what they can’t do i’m improvising
hear you, read my declaration. next comes napalm saturation
burn oh burn oh flames consume, strip all shelter swift from you
laser-guided exploding mother she shall tuck you into bed

 

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