Thursday, June 22, 2006

The Long Sayonara From the Burning Bridge

I’ve taken some time and given a lot of thought to this, after all, it’s my last commentary here and it should reflect my real intent and it should explain... is explanation possible?

I think Christ was asked a question by Pilate near the end. It had something to do with truth. All I can remember is; “What is truth?” Maybe I got that wrong too. You see, when you are trying to express the inexpressible within the limitation of words you will invariably wind up chewing on your own tail.

I’m not a political person. It takes a world in extremity to provoke me into this arena. But the world is always on the verge isn’t it? We’ve had plenty of bad leaders and stupid followers. It just goes on and on. If I had the power you would see a replica of the French Revolution in America with Madame Guillotine. I would have justice and I know who and why. But this isn’t my world and I’m not God; lucky for some, very lucky- because I would have you gone and with awesome ignominy and public display.

I don’t have to work anymore and I don’t have to live in the United States. I was poor all my life except for the wealth of what I believed in. That wealth supports me now and no one can take it away. I don’t have a country. I don’t have a creed, unless it is to do no harm. I don’t own a cellphone and I don’t have an address. I live where people have lived in sameness for generations. You would find it very boring. I have my imagination and so I am not here very much, regardless of appearances to the contrary.

I’ve got a beautiful companion- far more beautiful than I deserve, who loves me and makes me look good, should anyone be looking- some small dogs and an inviolability that not even the gangster George Bush and his crime family can't challenge. More than anything I weep for you; the clueless, the foolish, the greedy, the ambitious, the worldly, the self-satisfied. I know where your path leads and I am not going with you.

It doesn’t serve my purposes to be on about the injustices of this world. I have no plans for staying here. I don’t even know how I got here. All I can think about is how I wish to be somewhere else, far away from the dreams of mortal appetite. I never wanted any of this shit. I never liked it here. I never understood it and it never understood me. I left America because I would be in Guantanamo now if I had not left. Unlike you, I wouldn’t permit this. I would have been my own insurrection. But I can’t get them all. Sometimes it is just a generation of vipers- that’s all it is- nothing you can do.

I don’t get a world that thinks Angelina Jolie and Paris Hilton represent intelligence. I don’t get their talent. Is it just that thing between their legs? I’ve never found that to be a hard place to get to, you just have to be hard to get there; all this self-serving bullshit, all these talking heads, all these whores. Madonna is pissed at Brittany because she isn’t wallowing in the shake and bake production of a timeless wisdom that she has neither the intelligence nor the virtue to understand. So now this aging vampire wants to hang with Lindsey Lohan who I wouldn’t even fuck with your dick? It’s all shill and hype and desperate masquerade. It’s all lies and it’s all the same. Madonna and the rest are the hands behind the deaths in Iraq and everywhere else.

It isn’t soldiers and insurgents doing the killing. They are just hands. It’s men in suits. It’s bankers and entertainment figures and news-shaping snakes who go to dungeon clubs and have their asses whipped bloody because they can no longer feel anything. It’s the sort of people who need children for unwilling sex partners; a specialty of George Bush Senior.

Why do your leaders all walk the line? Blackmail... baby. There is so much you don’t know and even more I hope you never do. I am an honest man. I don’t say something unless I am already more than convinced. I say “I don’t know”. Being who I am- which we won’t get into here- people tell me things and they show me things. I should add that I find out a great many things simply because I am relentless about the truth. I don’t care if the truth inconveniences me. I don’t care if it exposes me. I just want it.

There was a time I enjoyed writing here. I can assure you I meant every word. I’ve written a lot of places. In some places I was hounded off the stage by people who do own cellphones and who spray their private places with cheap cosmetics with the understanding that it tastes good- or possibly covers up what does not. I know what it’s like to be lied about with the impossibility of defense because the truth is not important- only the agenda. Still, I don’t regret a bit of it. When the whole deal comes down I am not on shaky ground. But you see, it just goes on and on and on. It’s more tawdry and superficial and mindless and stupid right now, true- but it’s always some bullshit variant. It’s always some costume over the naked body of the truth. As I have said before, when the truth takes off her clothes, the world disappears.

I’m not going to do this any more because it isn’t my job. I’m a poet and a dreamer. I live in another world. This is not my world. If I hadn’t cared too much for my own good I would never have let YOUR problems be MY problems because.... They aren’t. I can’t help you. I cannot divorce myself from the plight of the Palestinians and the smear campaigns against them. That is my conundrum. I can’t watch something like “Shooting Dogs” and not break down and cry. I can’t watch punks like George Bush and Karl Rove and Ann Coulter and not wish I had five minutes with them. Unlike them I can fight and I’m not afraid to. I despise cowards and rats. I despise liars for personal gain. Maybe prison did it to me. Maybe my father did it to me. After you have had the shit beat out of you every day of your life until you left home, by a 6’ 4” 240 pound Master Sergeant you either learn to fight or you never leave home.

I’m lean and I’m healthy and I don’t fear the dark. I know what lives inside me and it has been tested against the worst that this world and even darker places can throw at it. I have faced my demons and I can now call them friends. Nothing can touch me any more. I live by grace. Surely there is something to that. I don’t want to be another angry voice. I did that a few centuries ago in France. I don’t have to do it again. I want to make beautiful music. I want angels in the chorus. I want what I have and no more beyond the certainty of my eventual release from this drama of sold out soap artistes, vain poseurs; materialists all. Headlines don’t make you a star. Performance is all that counts and it never gets addressed until you are gone.

I really did appreciate all the great comments and support I got. It was a surprise, given what I have received in other places. But it’s not enough to keep doing it. Eventually you have said it all enough times to have said it all. If you miss it then read the archives. I don’t want to comment on your world anymore. I don’t live there.

I can tell you this. Strive hard. If you want the truth- enlightenment- serenity- peace; anything you can imagine, including a Starbucks ass-widener with no nutritional value- you can have it. You just have to want it bad enough. I’ve found mine. You go find yours.

I'd like to thank What Really Happened for having linked me so many times. If you want to know about your world then go there.


Anonymous said...

greetings of peace,before parting ways,I want to tell you about a Man,who lives in Cyprus,on the north side,in Lefke to be precise.His name is Shaykh Nazim.He is a Sufi teacher,and he is one of our world°s best hidden treasures.Please,DO accept .This is a gift,presented to and brotherhood,forever.
Ferah(my name means happiness)

Anonymous said...

Thank you Visible.
My wish for yourself is your wish.

Anonymous said...

May light carry you through this life with peace and love.

Anonymous said...

I am going to deeply miss your poetics and incisive take on just about anything you touch. In all my time on the internet I never found a better writer than you. Even if you don't have a wide readership, and most truthful people never do, you do have a devoted audience of people and you make our sympathetic strings vibrate.

I also want to say that you are a better songwriter than anyone present. Chris Martin couldn't carry your kazoo.

Thanks for everything.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the ride. You've left an outstanding legacy in the form of truly unique offerings on the blogosphere.

Hopefully you'll get the itch to write again, but if not, then fare thee well.

Tracy V said...

I feel the same way, there is no reason, as the US is lost, and all the fools that still believe it can work are doomed to fall with it.

We all need to just go take over a small un-inhabitad island somewhere!

Thanks for all the great posts!


Kevin said...

Whatsoever thy hand findeth to do, do it with all thy heart.

Anonymous said...

You just published what I am feeling ... except that I am not out of the country yet. Thank you.

Anonymous said...

fucking vintage! You always rock my world V. I should have said something earlier since I am your houseguest and all but I was busy leaving a brown wrapped flaming package of shit on your doorstep over at that other blog that you don't like so much. Many appologies but I had to do it. Please don't throw me out. I mean- you wouldn't do that would you?

Visible said...

Tell me what are the requirements to see the Shaykh and you have my promise I will go and see him.

Thanks people. We'll just take the fight to a new level and remove ourselves as obtacles to the peace first.

Anonymous said...

Do you need a hug or something? I love this blog. At least announce something new if you do something new. Do it here because I will check.


Anonymous said...

Sorry dude, but I don't think the onotron will let you off the train just yet. It has too much invested in you - your wit, your charm, your intelligence, the magic of your spirit (especially the magic of your spirit), your life's experiences, etc.

I think you'll rest, digest, and then reinvest.

The snakes bite us all, everywhere, no matter where you write your poems or dream your dreams, and you know that to well.

Peace and thanks ...

Visible said...

I never thought I'd say this but I hate my country. I was just down in Costa Rica and I bought a condo. I think of my family as a reason to stay but you always get hung by what you leave behind. If they don't want to come with me then they must love something else more. It can't be America. America no longer exists.

Anonymous said...

Thank you. I'm gone too. Right out in the open. And I can fight too. Satyagraha

Anonymous said...


Snap out of it. We cannot afford to lose another patriot. There are so few of us left. Stay and fight. Fight until they die or we die. Even if you're that last guy left in the foxhole, pull out a knife and stab the next enemy bastard who jumps in.

E.A. Blayre III (Author of "America Deceived")

Anonymous said...

How curious this has been, friend. From what I've gleaned from your history, you and I have been like eerie dopplegangers of each other (I can't expose much without revealing myself....and I won't do that yet). This echoing of our backgrounds seems to have forged our spirits into twin forms. You speak and I hear myself. I even stopped coming here at the same time you left, finding it all too much for my tender heart. I'd come to a chasm in my life and peeked in here to find you at the same place. It's odd, I tell you. Odd.

I've been gathering esoteric resources that are engineered for an exotic time, a day when the average "man on the street" goes mad with fear, gambling his pathetic life to save the life of his family. You see, I've already lived this same movie (somehow) and have come back for another try at it. The last time I'd been caught flat-footed by it all, and when the shit and fire rained down I was without defenses, watching the ones I love screaming in pain and terror. That's not going to happen this time, not if I can help it, I'd freeze my heart to the world rather than live through that again. I've been getting ready for years, training myself in the blackest of arts (me, a poet of nature, absorbing all there is to know about windpipe collapse, bone fracture and heart shock so that I could literally disassemble a man twice my's odd, I tell you).

I know what's coming (seen it all before, you see...) and it will be oh, so ugly. All the same, it will be so vivid, so loud, that there will be a perverse beauty to it all, like a crumpled page of the bhagavad gita bursting into flames,like Arjuna on the battlefield. Reconcile yourself to it and make ready. Make haste and plant that forest garden that will serve you well in the years to come. Make your fortifications and scope out your fields of fire (never be miserly when it comes to quality optics). Stock your secret larder and then go well beyond what you think is excessive. Learn to welcome hunger as an opportunity for spiritual fasting. Cut your hair in a martial style and practice clip loading until your thumbs ache, polishing the brass of the cartridges with the repetition of your movements. Hone yourself friend, for you have a job to do, however unwanted it is, however useless it all seems. Trust me on this, because I know it well. It's odd, I tell you. So very, very odd.

You and I were brought into this world for a purpose. It may not make any sense now (and it sure as hell won't make sense when it's happening) but after the flames die down and you walk amidst the dissipating smoke and the ruined bodies, a little chime will sound in the center of your heart. History and chance select the most unlikely heros, don't they? It's so terribly....odd.

Take care, my mirrored brother. We will yet meet, on the newly green meadow of a future field.

Anonymous said...

Peace and blessings,
Living,fertile and light giving guidance is a gift from the divine.Therefore,no requirements,because no Exclusion.genuine Teachers are fertilizers of Souls,They are generally hidden,as is every treasure.To look for them,beyond the stigmas of our imagination is our token contribution.
greetings of peace,and happy trail.Ferah

Energie enzo. said...

Repeat after me.


I hear you brother...I hear you.

Energie enzo. said...

I am mad as hell and I can't take it anymore. I Am Mad As Hell And I Can't Take It Anymore. I AM MAD AS HELL AND I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.


Anonymous said...

I put in the good word for you over at the fucksticks parade. Boy do some of them hate you, you shit stirrer you. Always remember that the opposition of little minds is a sign of greatness.

Anonymous said...

Well Visible, I guess the time has come for me to say hello and goodbye. This being my first message posted here.

I found your site posted over at WRH and the first of your tales that I came across was: "All The King's Whores And All The Kings (con) Men." You remember the story about the bushita's and the PNAC shit bricks in the wall? I really enjoyed that one!!

For your information, I use to work for Dr. Bronner in San Marcos, California in the late 60's. My job was filling the little bottles and putting the lables on his "Pure-Castile Soap." You can be assured that I'm not that toxic little azzhole Reverend Appollonian. There's was also a self centered egotist who use to post under that very same name over at "Country Joe's Place." A same shit different day kind of a guy. Are they one in the same and does it really matter?

I will now leave you with a few lines from an "Incredible String Band" tune: "May The Long Time Sun Shine Upon You--All Love Surround You--And The Pure Light Within You Guide Your Way On."

Bye For Now, S.A. Homes

Anonymous said...

I'll miss you Les. You were my favourite writer.

All the very best to you.

Anonymous said...

Thanks for taking the time to write to me a while back. I hope to be in Denmark by the end of summer. I hope it is not too late to wait that long.

Take Care,


Anonymous said...

I am sorry to see you go. I have much appreciation for your words, and can understand your sentiments about the USA. Democracy is dying here, as is freedom. Perhaps we are finally getting our due for all the evil we have done around the world...much of it in the name of God.
I recommend the following site and organization. They have true spiritual understanding, and are dedicated to awakening all those who are ready to know the truth about themselves.

Pat Phillips

Anonymous said...

Bon chance, Les.

Anonymous said...

Thank you for your words of truth. They came to me at a time when it was important for me to realize I was not the only one who questioned the official story of IX/XI. May the Universe bless your future endeavors and those of each of us in the struggle against the great evil which has befallen our nation and planet.

Anonymous said...

I...I don't really know what to say. I'm not from the u.s.a , i don't even live there or have ever been there but somehow your words always applied to the fight against evil everywhere (it's not just in the states). Your articles have always inspired me and they were as essential as bathing everyday. Man I just feel like cryin' cause i feel like i'm losing a close friend. But i guess we all gotta learn to stand on our own two feet

sunny said...

I am so sorry to see you go, because I truly love your writing; at the same time, I understand. A person can only endure so much staring directly at evil before turning inward and cultivating the finer things in life- love love love love and peace peace peace. I wish you all of it and more.

Anonymous said...

Going to miss you bro. I'll be sure to give the traitors your regards when the shit finally hits the fan. The cycle of tyrants and blood is a neverending one, and I feel before things are through you will rejoin your rightful place in the fray. Until then, enjoy yourself. Bless you and your family. Goodbye.

Catnapping said...

I will miss you.

Anonymous said...

I am mad as hell and I don't want to take it anymore!!! Now what?



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