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Assembly!

ASSEMBLY DISTRICT 131 For decades, Democrats have controlled the Assembly, and the mapmaking for their own house. That is why the district for Democrat Susan John in the Rochester area looks a little like a teapot. The bulk of her district is in the suburbs, prime Republican territory, but to keep Ms. John in office, the mapmakers added what looks like a curl of steam that runs through the most Democratic areas of Rochester. Without it, Ms. John’s seat could easily turn Republican.

Nasty Nippers

Nipped on the nose by nasty nippers. Was this the result of your last confrontation with a Murray cray? If so, and if you still want to observe the finer details of this magnificent creature, from a safe distance—not more than half a nose away—you can at the John Lake Centre.

food

we pay for our huge portions
pay cheap at wal-mart
or expensive with wine
then we pay for
appetite reducers
and anti craving pills

and the rest of the world

oh who cares about the rest, really?
every second one dies
one hundred thousand a day
while we eat and throw up
in our own little way

...

. . .there are limits to the power of the will. The will knows about survival and endurance; it can direct attention and energy; it can finish things. But we cannot remember a tune or a dream on willpower. . . The will by itself cannot heal the soul. And it cannot create.

-Lewis Hyde


I think we all create.

No?

har har

I would like to have the men of Heaven
In my own house:
With vats of good cheer
laid out for them.

I would like to have the three Marys,
Their fame is so great.
I would like people
From every corner of Heaven.

I would like them to be cheerful
In their drinking.
I would like to have Jesus too
Here amongst them.

I would like a great lake of beer
For the King of Kings,
I would like to be watching Heaven’s family
Drinking it through all eternity.

Celtic poem from 10th century Ireland, as seen

Broken

Two weeks ago was my first time working with Grand Central Food Program. I went on a van route throughout Bronx and at designated stops, got out and passed out food to the people waiting. Young, old, white, black, latino, proud and humble all came.

We underestimate the extent of the real

-Steve Paxton, initiator of the contact improvisation dance movement

Handing out oranges, chicken noodle soup in a styrofoam container, mini-cartons of milk, and a random bagel or danish was my only way of being close to these people. It was through an act of charity. As I look back and try to remember those faces and eyes, I feel as though I am trying to remember Jesus himself. The hungry, un-sheltered, young and old, language impaired, beautiful people. Who else was Jesus? Who else did Jesus spend time with?

Why, I must ask, did I only now at the age of 20 come into close contact with these people? And why for such a fleeting moment. Where in the world can I find Jesus again?

I remember Jesus said, this is my body broken for you, and this is my blood. Then, he broke the bread and probably passed it around telling people to eat it. Jesus wanted us to eat and drink and remember him, a broken bloody body who loves us. I hope I never forget Jesus as I pass out food to my fellow broken and weary brothers and sisters. From my broken hands to their broken mouths, in remembrance of a broken Jesus. Deep to deep, glory to glory. Hallelujah.

Some Christians curse

If your poor, praise God! Jesus was poor, what a perfect condition to be the hands and feet of Jesus.
If your rich, praise God! Jesus was rich in heaven, until he forsake his heavenly riches to save our souls. What a wonderful example to follow.
If your sick, abused, tortured, raped, addicted, depressed, praise God and praise God! Jesus fucking died for our souls and you are very much alive.
I tell you, if your hearing my voice right now Jesus can be alive in you and you can fully live. If your hearing my voice you can be the hands and feet of Jesus.
Praise God for life, but do we ever live it?

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We always try to create our own little heavn-on-earths. Comfort, joy, happiness, exhilaration, prosperity, security, wealth, health, inner, selfish, pride. What ever happened to that verse about rejoicing in our suffering? If we believed in heaven at all we would live much more reckless lives. I think if we had any faith in God at all we would lock our doors less, hold onto our cell phones and laptops less, buy less clothes, care less about our own well being and our own appearances and care more about the lives of others. We wouldn’t care because we would have so much more in heaven. We can have heaven on earth I believe, but not by caring for ourselves. Not by looking outward. Because Jesus did nothing of the sort for us, we should do nothing of the sort period. Jesus hung on a cross.

radical social action

"There is both continuity with the old and significant redirection into new and, I would say, more enlightening paths that are built around what the African American philosopher, Cornel West, describes as 'creative responses to the precise circumstances of our present moment', a 'new cultural politics of difference' aimed at empowering and enabling radical social action."
-Edward W. SOJA

कैन इ?

can i?

peer at a demon

peel back my mask
to peer at a demon
a faceless being
exists further then feeling

or maybe coexists
constant state of flux
this mirage helps me face
a world with no luck

i'll peel back my face
and ask it a question
i have been here before man
but a different sort of passion

passion asking for
relentless dedication
maybe if my demon was hiding
i could find some meaning

i take off my mask
take off my mask
peel back this mask
peel back my mask

pain rain and struggle
bring in the light