Capitalist Cult of The Car

"Buy this car to drive to work;

Drive to work to pay for this car." ~ from Hand$hake$ by Metric

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Capitalist Cult of The Car

You wake up early everyday
To commute to a faraway place
Which for all intents and purposes
Could best be described as:
"The Height of Tedium".

You climb the corporate ladder
High enough to afford a new vehicle
The company cafeteria offers donuts
And co-workers congratulate you
With warm welcoming smiles.

That's how we here survive
While economies elsewhere take a dive.
Feeling blue? Fill the tank up for a drive!
Another war wins fuel for us to thrive
Don't think, just work — from nine to five.

Not sure whether or not evolution
Would have wanted it this way?
Repetitive stress makes a fine mess
Within this vicious cycle of duress
But whatever the case, dress to impress!

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Leo Ascending

NOTE: For a more thorough Leo forecast, see: Horoscope 2016.

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Leo Ascending

Pride be your emblem

King and Queen of Savannah

When the concealing curtain lifts

We will witness highest drama

Creative vision soars overhead

Courage roars while cowards dread

Chivalric courtship leads to cubs

Clones lacking romance are already dead

But you were born free and wild within concrete forests

Truly standing up for justice, lest legal system regress

So wage the best of battles unto any bitter end

There's no substituting nobility; although many may pretend!

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Homage To Mercury Retrograde

Author's Note: Whenever a planet appears to be travelling in the opposite direction of its usual path through the Zodiac, Astrologers call it a Retrograde Transit. Of course, this is merely an optical illusion created by our Earthly perspective. Nonetheless, such transits hold a rather special Astrological significance. The most notorious of these is known as Mercury Retrograde (since it occurs 3 to 4 times every year).

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Homage To Mercury Retrograde

Pay close attention now dear siblings

To that Trickster in purest form

But do not shoot the messenger

Because he brings news of a storm ...

Missed calls, mixed messages, misfired e-mails and texts

Blasts from the past, familiar faces, falling in bed with an ex

Expect delays, accidents and costly mistakes

Don't be in too much of a hurry

Or you'll see what waste haste makes

Misunderstandings, communication breakdown, arguments abound

Device malfunctions, forgetfulness and loss all around!

Grounded flights, transport strikes and commerce grinding to a halt

Such incidents are far more common

When young Hermes is at fault

Sign no contracts, hold off projects, don't bother buying phones

Or they will surely bear out marks of retrogressive overtones

Still there's a silver lining

Underneath this awkward show

One's subconscious mind is shining

In pregnant silence, lessons glow!

For further information on the current transit, you may want to read this: ARTICLE.

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Self-Portrait In Epithets (Rare Birthday Edition)

June 27th 1978, San Salvador, capital of El Salvador (Central America). The first stirrings of a lengthy and bloody civil war were being felt as the so-called Cold War reached its boiling point outside the U.S.A.  

Leftist FMLN guerillas were organizing to challenge the right-wing dictatorship of the ARENA party, igniting one of the most brutal conflicts the region has ever known.

Into this political hotbed, a boy who would later renounce his Christian name was then born. Like other Central Americans, Salvadoreans are a Mestizo people who descend from Spanish Conquistadors as well as the Tlaxcaltec tribes that happily helped to overthrow the Aztec Empire. Indeed, the Tlaxcaltec's migration from Mexico over many centuries is why Nahuatl (the imperial Aztec language) is still spoken by some natives so far South.

Itz (Obsidian) Quauhtli (Eagle) had parents who were on either side of the armed struggle and hence fled elsewhere until ending up in North America, where Latinos are the most overlooked and underestimated 'minority' despite being present everywhere.

Having already learnt how to read and write in Spanish, young ItzQuauhtli soon mastered English too.  Still, he couldn't help noticing that even though it was his second language, he seemed to have a much better handle on it than the average Anglophone. This simple fact drove Itz to write with increasing grandiloquence, making a game of how impenetrable his writing was becoming to the majority of readers.

Adopting the tenets of Chilean Anti-Poet Nicanor Parra, ItzQuauhtli took things a step further and started developing many as yet undiscovered variations of Poetry, which may remain thus forever (since he also spurns the commercialized spotlight).

If all this sounds like the tooting of one's own horn, then you're probably onto something. Today, for once indulging in poetic prowess, he lays out a list of his favourite soubriquets for himself ...

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Self-Portrait In Epithets

Chief Without Tribe

Late-Blooming Upstart

Karma's Enforcer

The Most Depressed Optimist

He Who Sings Always

Mr Human Thesaurus

Contradictory Cancerian

Slave To The Music

Him Blessed by Shiva, Beloved of Kali

Ever Moon Thirsty

Destiny's Jester - Outcast On Its Dance Floor

Heretic To All Faiths

Inamorato Incognito

Zavala La Bala

Taco Grande

Dirty D

One Super Paratrooper

A Feline Prince Among Underdogs

Herculean Sisyphus

Balam Quitze (Smiling Jaguar) 

ItzQuauhtli (Obsidian Eagle)

Quetzalcoatl's Final Loyal Descendant

Image: Cuauhtemoc (Diving Eagle - Last Aztec Emperor)

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Meta-Poetics Vol. 3: Reworking Titles

"The words you speak become the house you live in."  

~ Hafiz

 "The fish trap exists because of the fish; once you’ve gotten the fish, you can forget the trap. The rabbit snare exists because of the rabbit; once you’ve gotten the rabbit, you can forget the snare. Words exist because of meaning; once you’ve gotten the meaning, you can forget the words. " 

~ Chuang Tzu

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Meta-Poetics Vol. 3: Reworking Titles

The one where he or she breaks up with "ye"

Yet another unrequited love song

A piece about how dark and mysterious you can be

Protests harping on heartstrings of our common throng

Mourning for loss at end of road or while aborning

Laughter provided at somebody else's expense

Praising heroes; subjecting villains to scorning

Walking a fine line betwixt eloquence and pretense

To hell with it all, Poets are dead in the water!

Stagnating cesspools of egoistic absorption

Imaginary irons close circuits like solder

Determenistic feedback loops give rise to distortion

New Hermeneutics are needed to break this old cycle

Wittgenstein's ladder will no longer suffice

Incorporate the whole gammut from somatic to psycho

Blaspheme every Meme — offer Self — sacrifice!

Image: Ladder To The Moon by Georgia O'Keefe

Further Readings:

Meta-Poetics Vol. 2

Meta-Poetics Vol. 1

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Felix Felidae

Felix Felidae

The House Cat does groove with subtle rhythms (quite smooth).

Dubstep, Jungle, Trance and Techno, all hark back to hippie Disco.

Hosanna! Worship our global supersoul with pussyfoot Pronoia.

From sundown to dawn may funky Electro rock thy Casbah!

Rush of plasma, pumped up jam leaves us out of breath like asthma.

Out of body ~ free your mind ~ pop those Mollies ~ sip some wine.

Malkin libertines; shrug away life's troubles by busting liquid bubbles.

Digits | pop n' lock | tutting / Hotshots look too cool while strutting

Purr on ye happy kitties, whether aged or younger bitties.

This temple has kept the tempo—so now—Run The Trap past GO!

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