connecting*the*dots

The other day, Efrat and I checked out the D.U.M.B.O. Art Under the Bridge Festival.

performance hairdresser

guys painting in a glass box

political theatrics

secrets in a window

tonka christmas tree

D.U.M.B.O. is too fresh. The vibe is straight up fine arts and creativity. Why the hell am I living in the taint between Park Slope and Carrol Gardens? Oh yeah, I remember why… I’m NOT A TRUST FUND KID!

Feel the bitterness.

slide open…
the R is just a stop away
down the street i walk
can’t talk
i pass through to the rail
hailed down as the blur wails by the onlooking crowd
loud
screeching
halt
sure, come on out
no need to push
my fault
slide shut…
my eyes close just to open wide
i’m now inside
her heart beats away
i start to sway
waves crash overhead
my senses are being fed
when you move in so close
one on one becomes the toast
most of the ride i hold on tight
smooth moves in between the light
flickering on
and off
above the crest once more
i push through the other side
and awaken to the door
slide open…
slide shut…
due east i head

character
drive
passion
vibes
personality
wit
charm…
shit
labels
concern
reality
yearn
normality
lost
frustration…
costs
introspect
inhale
transfer
derail
negativity
corruption
reverse
fluxion
downhill
coast
dreamstate
toast
converge
feel
explore…
heal
tranquility
emotion
soothing
notion
deep
desire
passionate
fire
constraint
respect
difficult
elect
friendship
dance
belief…
chance

my head is spinning and i don’t know why
ok, that’s not true, matter of fact it’s a lie
you turned my world completely upside down
made this big city feel like a small town
intimate feelings
a gentle touch
a chill demeanor
coming through in the clutch
but the hours are passing by like days
i’m feeling lost out, confuzed, in a haze
ever searching for your eyes
needing to feel your warmth, feel your wise
hands on my face
your lips on my taste
buds
blossoming wide
it’s impossible to hide
the fluttering in my gut of monarchs abound
i love this big city
but i’m falling for this town.

Who the fuck is George Bush to urge Americans to call members of Congress to back a war with Iraq if UN policy isn’t put into effect soon enough?

Who and what defines soon enough… his approval rating?

The questions that surround the impetus and timing on going to war are outstanding to say the least. Bush seems to want to do daddy proud and finish the job over there, but of course it’s not that simple; I’m sure there are billions of dollars and a heap of control at stake.

This preemptive charge by W is a bit frightening… make that terrifying.

In ‘81, Israel took out a nuclear plant in Iraq supposedly being used to develop nuclear weapon material in a preemptive strike. The United States and the UN chastised Israel for the attack, though Israel might have been justified in attacking due to their proximity to Iraq, as they would probably be the likely first target if that capability ever came to pass.

What’s our excuse?

We’re now charging into Baghdad to take out Saddam, guns blazing down side streets and into bunkers. If Bush really wanted to be pro-active regarding the threat of terrorism, wouldn’t it make sense to curb our own actions around the world instead of inflaming them?

Forget justification, our intelligence is so limited, we don’t even know where the chemical weapons are (the ones that we helped develop), or if there are any even remaining.

And how are we going to find Saddam?

Our guys are going to think every Arab with a thick mustache and a cowboy hat is Saddam, shooting first and asking questions later. If Iraq does have weapons of mass destruction, he’ll be riding one bareback to Jerusalem like Major Kong in Dr. Strangelove while we’re searching for him in every downtown bazaar.

A lot of Americans will die in this invasion… and scores more civilians. I really hope we know what we’re doing, but unfortunately, Bush isn’t a beacon of reassurance.

I wish I could just write a pearl script that would automatically update his damn approval rating. I bet it’d give the UN at least six more months to complete their inspections.

the tinder was set
the wind was just right
i peered around the corner
amid the stage fright
and then it just happened
*snap*
a spark
our eyes met just once amid the shadows of the dark
we took a step inside
and left the world behind
the night ahead was bound to us
snug tight as a skull to the mind
*snap*
another
and then three and four
is my mind deceiving me?
am i floating above the floor?
her lips moved in harmony
with her grin and gleaming eyes
no chance i can front on this vibe
the cool act had now lost it’s guise
as the orchestra played on
i smiled and swayed in step
but the only music i heard that night
was from the lady that sat on my left
a skull cap was knit
a concussion of the highest degree
a mindmeld of emotion
a hand slid down her knee
*snap*