Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Wrench and Crank
For those of you that didn't make it to the Santa Cruz Poetry Festival and/or didn't purchase Sparkle&Blink (here's a link with more info: http://quietlightning.org/sparkle-blink/) this is the poem that I read below. Please support Quiet Lighting. A hard working group of people putting together a great contemporary review and reading series. I had a blast reading, and it was my first time in Santa Cruz, CA. Boardwalk, Arcade Casino, the Coconut Grove, and tacos, great evening!
Wrench and Crank
I.
I’ll be the first to fill
Blood w/ Nanos
Little beasts of burden
Regulating heart & iris
Wagers of medicators
Checking email updates
To watch my progress.
Night after day uploading
Bit after bit of their data
My marrow rejuvenated
II.
Generations past
Lost their best to Madness
While ours go
To RPG’s
and IED’s
Without distinct
psychosis Or
the antipode
Watch the waste
of scroll tickers
Let fledging
Economers
Allow bubble
after bubble
to burst W/ the care
of a four year old
blowing soapy water
in their parents backyard.
III.
If my
so called Naughties
Hanker at expense
Let them crave demeanor
Let them float on #’s
Let them cave in to arms
Let them ease in to
Asses, pussies, and full
Eyes
If I
live till madness
outlive detonations
how can I check in to anything
With no
moment to drown,
Lock in trucks, and smile
If you
get lost on vino
The sulfates attacking cells
Bombarding your minds shores
How can I if I’m not the best
To be remembered by?
IV.
Till my wake
My rigor mortis state
Let me crave mess
Let me evolve to machine
Let me catch on
Let me sigh B4 the round
Becomes smoke from a barrel
If my gen finds recourse
They’ll give that madness an eco-centric
Phrase
Yelling, in to a conex sized
Abode of a panic room ceased
At all sides
If my madness stocks shelves,
Sorts letters, drives drunk,
Meters assortments of anything,
Stitches up collagen scares,
Pees in parks, alleys, backyards,
And puddles where I rest
If my madness persuades, digs,
Scrapes, tapers, fucks freaks,
Cuts lines in skin, straps on
And sucks out, consoles needy
Nymph’s w/o happy places,
Hides yrs of photos in shoe
Boxes w/ undeveloped film
With blood caked in nails, hairs, streaks
Out my nose, eyes, mouth
If my madness can caress the skin
Of anyone
Let them kettle energy
Let them arch their waists
Let them explode, on city buses,
Park benches, stairwells, vacant lots,
Roof tops, leaning against chain links,
Inside bathroom stales, basements,
Storage rooms, vehicle annexes,
Under sheets, starlights, skylights,
Into the watchful eyes of towel yielding
On lookers
If my madness becomes to much
I await my wake.
Wrench and Crank
I.
I’ll be the first to fill
Blood w/ Nanos
Little beasts of burden
Regulating heart & iris
Wagers of medicators
Checking email updates
To watch my progress.
Night after day uploading
Bit after bit of their data
My marrow rejuvenated
II.
Generations past
Lost their best to Madness
While ours go
To RPG’s
and IED’s
Without distinct
psychosis Or
the antipode
Watch the waste
of scroll tickers
Let fledging
Economers
Allow bubble
after bubble
to burst W/ the care
of a four year old
blowing soapy water
in their parents backyard.
III.
If my
so called Naughties
Hanker at expense
Let them crave demeanor
Let them float on #’s
Let them cave in to arms
Let them ease in to
Asses, pussies, and full
Eyes
If I
live till madness
outlive detonations
how can I check in to anything
With no
moment to drown,
Lock in trucks, and smile
If you
get lost on vino
The sulfates attacking cells
Bombarding your minds shores
How can I if I’m not the best
To be remembered by?
IV.
Till my wake
My rigor mortis state
Let me crave mess
Let me evolve to machine
Let me catch on
Let me sigh B4 the round
Becomes smoke from a barrel
If my gen finds recourse
They’ll give that madness an eco-centric
Phrase
Yelling, in to a conex sized
Abode of a panic room ceased
At all sides
If my madness stocks shelves,
Sorts letters, drives drunk,
Meters assortments of anything,
Stitches up collagen scares,
Pees in parks, alleys, backyards,
And puddles where I rest
If my madness persuades, digs,
Scrapes, tapers, fucks freaks,
Cuts lines in skin, straps on
And sucks out, consoles needy
Nymph’s w/o happy places,
Hides yrs of photos in shoe
Boxes w/ undeveloped film
With blood caked in nails, hairs, streaks
Out my nose, eyes, mouth
If my madness can caress the skin
Of anyone
Let them kettle energy
Let them arch their waists
Let them explode, on city buses,
Park benches, stairwells, vacant lots,
Roof tops, leaning against chain links,
Inside bathroom stales, basements,
Storage rooms, vehicle annexes,
Under sheets, starlights, skylights,
Into the watchful eyes of towel yielding
On lookers
If my madness becomes to much
I await my wake.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
I Am The 1%
So for Halloween, I went as the 1%. Should've been the .1% but the 1% is more inclusive. HA. I was decked out, spruced up, and fitted in my grey, three-piece suit, white collared shirt, with a Red, White, and Blue tie, to show support as a costumed job creator. I also wore a sign, and that sign went: I AM THE 1%, followed by a bunch of small print. Throughout the night people kept asking me to read the sign, attached to a twine lanyard around my neck, rested on my chest, then the reader would get annoyed by the small print and say, "I can't read this, the print is too small and there's to much," and I would retort, "Just like everyone else between 2004-08". HA. Anyway, I am putting the text from my chest in to this blog in case anyone wanted to finish.
As early as 1997, Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan, a colleague, fought to keep the derivatives market unregulated. With the advice of the President's Working Group on Financial Markets, the U.S. Congress and President allowed the self-regulation of the over-the-counter derivatives market by enacting the Commodity Futures Modernization Act in 2000. Allowing derivatives such as Credit Default Swaps (CDS). The volume of these outstanding swaps increased 100% from 1998 to 2008, with estimates ranging from US $33 - $47 trillion. Total over-the-counter (OTC) derivative notional value rose to $683 trillion by June 2008. Warren Buffett, obtusely referred to derivatives as "financial weapons of mass destruction" in early 2003.
Offsetting a particular risk of exposure (such as the default of a borrower) or assisting with obtaining financing, my colleagues and I developed a range of products we phrased as Financial Innovation: examples include, the adjustable-rate mortgage; the bundling of subprime mortgages into mortgage-backed securities (MBS) or collateralized debt obligations (CDO) for sale to investors, a type of securitization; and of course, my favorite, (CDS) a form of credit insurance.
Between 1997 and 2006 the price of the typical American house increased by 124%. This explosion in housing costs resulted in quite a few homeowners refinancing their homes at lower interest rates, or financing consumer spending by taking out second mortgages secured by the price appreciation.
From 2000 to 2003, with the help of colleagues who lobbied, and also worked at the highest levels of, the Fed, the so-called “National” Bank helped us lower the federal funds rate target from 6.5% to 1.0%. This was done to soften the effects of the collapse of the nerd heavy dot-com bubble, off-set a drop in consumer spending after the terror attacks of September 11th, and to combat the perceived risk of deflation.
Intense competition began between mortgage lenders for revenue, market share, and the limited supply of creditworthy borrowers. This caused mortgage lenders, more colleagues, to relax underwriting standards and originate riskier mortgages to less creditworthy borrowers. Prior to 2003, the mortgage securitization market was dominated, via the Left, and over-regulated by the very fiscally conservative Government Sponsored Enterprises.
The term subprime refers to the credit quality of particular borrowers, who have weakened credit histories and a greater risk of loan default than prime borrowers. The value of U.S. subprime mortgages was estimated at $1.3 trillion as of March 2007, with over 7.5 million first-lien subprime mortgages outstanding.
With the housing and credit bubbles built and in demand, a series of factors helped the financial system to both expand and become fragile because of 99%’s desire for the American Dream. A process called Financialization, in which financial leverage overrode capital (equity) and financial markets tended to dominate over the traditional industrial economy and agricultural economics. Defaults and losses on other loan types also increased significantly as the bubble expanded from the housing market to other parts of the economy. Total losses are estimated in the TRILLIONS of U.S. dollars globally.
I am the 1%. Beget by the 1%. My contacts list only includes the 1%. I went to the top 1% of Prep and Ivory League schools where, because I was beget, I met other children and young adults, the future 1%, that became my friends and colleagues, as well as, was vetted by the upper echelon of the previous 1% through connected families, advisors, and mentors. I am the 1% and I have more than enough money to wait out the 99%, Occupy my 1% lifestyle, and lobby my colleagues in Congress to further decrease regulations. As the 1%, I live in a American Reality only 1% of our society knows, saw the 99% praying, nay dreaming for a piece of my American ideal, and then I began, along with my colleagues, preying that Dream to beget the next 1%.
Fact, terms, and quotes taken from Wikipedia. For what it is worth.
As early as 1997, Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan, a colleague, fought to keep the derivatives market unregulated. With the advice of the President's Working Group on Financial Markets, the U.S. Congress and President allowed the self-regulation of the over-the-counter derivatives market by enacting the Commodity Futures Modernization Act in 2000. Allowing derivatives such as Credit Default Swaps (CDS). The volume of these outstanding swaps increased 100% from 1998 to 2008, with estimates ranging from US $33 - $47 trillion. Total over-the-counter (OTC) derivative notional value rose to $683 trillion by June 2008. Warren Buffett, obtusely referred to derivatives as "financial weapons of mass destruction" in early 2003.
Offsetting a particular risk of exposure (such as the default of a borrower) or assisting with obtaining financing, my colleagues and I developed a range of products we phrased as Financial Innovation: examples include, the adjustable-rate mortgage; the bundling of subprime mortgages into mortgage-backed securities (MBS) or collateralized debt obligations (CDO) for sale to investors, a type of securitization; and of course, my favorite, (CDS) a form of credit insurance.
Between 1997 and 2006 the price of the typical American house increased by 124%. This explosion in housing costs resulted in quite a few homeowners refinancing their homes at lower interest rates, or financing consumer spending by taking out second mortgages secured by the price appreciation.
From 2000 to 2003, with the help of colleagues who lobbied, and also worked at the highest levels of, the Fed, the so-called “National” Bank helped us lower the federal funds rate target from 6.5% to 1.0%. This was done to soften the effects of the collapse of the nerd heavy dot-com bubble, off-set a drop in consumer spending after the terror attacks of September 11th, and to combat the perceived risk of deflation.
Intense competition began between mortgage lenders for revenue, market share, and the limited supply of creditworthy borrowers. This caused mortgage lenders, more colleagues, to relax underwriting standards and originate riskier mortgages to less creditworthy borrowers. Prior to 2003, the mortgage securitization market was dominated, via the Left, and over-regulated by the very fiscally conservative Government Sponsored Enterprises.
The term subprime refers to the credit quality of particular borrowers, who have weakened credit histories and a greater risk of loan default than prime borrowers. The value of U.S. subprime mortgages was estimated at $1.3 trillion as of March 2007, with over 7.5 million first-lien subprime mortgages outstanding.
With the housing and credit bubbles built and in demand, a series of factors helped the financial system to both expand and become fragile because of 99%’s desire for the American Dream. A process called Financialization, in which financial leverage overrode capital (equity) and financial markets tended to dominate over the traditional industrial economy and agricultural economics. Defaults and losses on other loan types also increased significantly as the bubble expanded from the housing market to other parts of the economy. Total losses are estimated in the TRILLIONS of U.S. dollars globally.
I am the 1%. Beget by the 1%. My contacts list only includes the 1%. I went to the top 1% of Prep and Ivory League schools where, because I was beget, I met other children and young adults, the future 1%, that became my friends and colleagues, as well as, was vetted by the upper echelon of the previous 1% through connected families, advisors, and mentors. I am the 1% and I have more than enough money to wait out the 99%, Occupy my 1% lifestyle, and lobby my colleagues in Congress to further decrease regulations. As the 1%, I live in a American Reality only 1% of our society knows, saw the 99% praying, nay dreaming for a piece of my American ideal, and then I began, along with my colleagues, preying that Dream to beget the next 1%.
Fact, terms, and quotes taken from Wikipedia. For what it is worth.
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
Fall Working
As the fall semester starts, I feel time slipping through my fingers like that women's hand slipping from Stallone's in Cliffhanger. However, knowing that I am not hovering over a ravine strapped with nothing but a harness is a little relief. To catch up from the last blog, the rest of my summer went off without a hitch, even though not having a job to supplement freedom (through the trade of time for money), I made the best of the situation. With my trusty camera I filmed most of the city, walking through San Francisco's neighborhoods, from the thin streets of North Beach to the sprawling ocean views of the Sutro District. These long walks gave me a greater appreciation for just how beautiful San Francisco is and how jobs can interfere with finding that self-explorer in everyone. Not working gave me a chance that I never had before, last full summer off was eighteen years ago when I was twelve, to take my time and really enjoy the cold mornings by the beach watching the surfers start their days or the hot afternoons in Dolo Park when DJ's come out dueling for space and sound.
Now that the fall semester is upon me, starting my second year, I have found employment in the Creative Writing Department Office, got my books and classes in order, volunteering with VelRo a SFSU student lead reading series, and I find myself busy and excited for the busyness. Being jobless was not a venture for the weak, I had a lot of sitting around time, so filling that space while tiresome is allowing me to prepare myself for the greater time consumption of the working world.
Now that the fall semester is upon me, starting my second year, I have found employment in the Creative Writing Department Office, got my books and classes in order, volunteering with VelRo a SFSU student lead reading series, and I find myself busy and excited for the busyness. Being jobless was not a venture for the weak, I had a lot of sitting around time, so filling that space while tiresome is allowing me to prepare myself for the greater time consumption of the working world.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
From MN to CA
Starting this blog to help with my instant writing skills, and to process mems (or memories) in order to help with my recall.
Leaving MN in a few days for home (San Francisco) and I wanted to talk about my trip thus far, but old mems surfaced. First, my little brother just graduated from Northome High and is starting his freshmen year at Bemidji State this fall. How proud and old do I feel? It got me thinking about what I was up to when I graduated from high school, and that got me thinking about the summer Bridge program I did with Upward Bound and how the experience was a blast and lead me to now. In the summer of 1999, before UBL became a household name, I went to Eveleth Community College. The school sucked but the dorms rocked. Tastes of first freedoms always are sweeter mems. Each suite sized section of the dorms had four rooms and I had one of these suites all to myself. The others that lived in the dorms were a friend I graduated high school with and she lived in a adjoining building, two Jamaicans, and a seven year student that guzzled beer and wore sweat stained hats. Three short months of driving my 84 station wagon to clubs, being the only guy in human sexuality (I got yelled at two days a week and didn't say much), and lining the walls with Nati Ice boxes sum up the Bridge. At the end of the summer I found myself more hungover than educated so I joined the Marine Corps. It was a good fit. For my going away, to find real life, I went to Winnipeg, Canada before I left to San Diego. I don't remember most of it but what I do know is CBC ladies like to party, I never want to drink Kaluha or anything made with this coffee flavored alcohol again, and if you ever get to meet the fine women and men of the German Army, know they snort, drink, and bang like people wanting to be held back by the Geneva Convention. Random Canadian facts: Drinking age 18, Strip Club age 21; International hotel bars stay open later; breathalyzers are in some bars and make a fun lowest BAC buys next round game; bring American Cigs (even if you don't smoke) to trade the bartenders, looking for good smokes (like Marlboro Lights or Camel Wides), for drinks; Booze and beer off-sale are in different government ran facilities; and if Mounties ask you if you did anything always say no.
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