July 14th, 1976 at 7:30 pm
by Rastaban (1976)
Always the cockroach, you patter across the floor
In your gallumping invisible patters
And gone now behind the crude plastic stone
Of a wall, on up the bathroom corrodors like an ant
But bloated and squishy, a squishy ant, half-smashed, juice
Oozing all out in your wounded gait
Flinging like a crude cave-stone over
The hot sink edge—frantic, crude flinging
Of stone—and your wild, bloodless, cold-terror of me
Terrified stone! Why so fired with terror
In your ice race for the wall—as if you had your own life
Sacred-thing life, and your own sanct right?
Stay away from me, stay away
You with your living anarchy!
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July 13th, 1976 at 9:15 am
by Rastaban (1976)
How delicate a thing is the strength in a man. How frail an animal is the spirit in him. How it needs be harbored and savored, taken good care, joyed in. How slow flows the deep blood of the man, slow and unsure in all its purple and vermillion. How softly surges the penis up with blood, soft and careful, like a head looking out. Is there harbor out there? A haven for the blood and the vital man? A protective inlet for the delicate delicate strength?
And what of the woman, who needs as much to be harbored and cared for, have her own vital strength harbored in the crescent of the man? She too needs her soft female genitals savored and loved. Delicately treated, like sacred things, and breasts delicately harbored in the breast of the man. So the spirit in the blood can flow, the deep blood, redden and glisten in strength and flow in the woman and in the man, and renew, and consumate them.
So the spirit flows and reddens, and shakes them up, and rouses. Until the man is nursed newly into manhood, the woman new into womanhood. And the blood rises up in them, vibrant and proud in new strength, and quite content.
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July 12th, 1976 at 9:30 pm
by Rastaban (1976)
So. I have just heard the two “keynote” speakers at the Democratic National Convention—John Glenn, Barbara Jordan. Glenn spoke to the Americans on the other side of their TV sets, Jordan spoke to the Conventioneers. But both said the same message. Exactly. But also in two exactly different manners.
“'As I would not be a slave, so too I would not be a master.' This is my concept of Democracy. To the extent government deviates from this, it's no Democracy.”
A very nice ending. And it is true that it's strange, suddenly, for a Barbara Jordan to be a “keynote” speaker for an American Political Convention. But there she was. Like Glenn she admitted mistakes by the Democratic Party. Too much government interference, bumbling interference. Too much talking down to the people as if over their heads, while actually being under their heads. And Glenn's
“Not 'America right or wrong' but 'America, when right keep it right, when wrong put it right'.”
Which is the Democratic slogan this year, along with
“We've been wrong; we repent it.”
Which is what a merging of Carter and the established Washington Party equals to. A bit of religious repent.
Now will Carter pick Glenn? or will he not? Reason says Glenn, but be careful because you don't want your V. P. to outshine your P.—at least not if you're the P.
Ford should pick Ann Armstrong, the woman, if he's to have a chance of winning.
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July 11th, 1976 at 8:00 pm
by Rastaban (1976)
The penis—it's a very important piece of me—it needs to be harbored, so carefully and delicately harbored. It's the most vital part of me—of my own manhood, and needs be nurtured and cared for. And shielded from the piercing poison of the machine world. So delicate, so frail, so endangered a species, my manhood, my delicate penis, homeless, lost its home. Come in touch and in shelter, and give your gentle harbor. For I need it to reclaim me, the man-spirit driven so low in my blood. Bring it up again; harbor it to life. Take it home.
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July 11th, 1976 at 7:30 pm
by Rastaban (1976, Journal)
And he thought to himself:
“The penis—it’s a very important piece of me—it needs to be harbored, so softly and delicately to be harbored.”
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July 11th, 1976 at 7:15 pm
by Rastaban (1976, Journal)
“Is something wrong?”
“Ah no, ignore me. I’m feeling very Marcuse right now.”
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