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Ecce Mortis: Breakfast with Music and BEING

Twenty-nine is no longer young.  Not old, two-thirds life ahead—possibly. But alas, beyond the market age bracket of the eighteen-to-twenty-fours. Let them pass. We are huge, despite unmarketable advanced degrees, dollars blown on our ‘afraid to work with our hands.’
Look at me. There. In the mirror. Cleansed and dapper. Green-and-yellow Topiary Techniques t-shirt; blue jeans; green-and-black sneakers. Ready to go. Ready to go. Ready to go.
BEING already in the kitchen, sipping coffee he’d picked up at the corner bakery. Sticky buns, muffins and The City News.

Big $$ and Media Madness — It’s a Global War Against Activism, Grassroots Movements, Civil Society

So, in Washington, the defeat of I-522, the genetically modified organisms, i.e. food, labeling initiative has been aided and abetted  by, well, they call it a “war in the media” with the armies of the corporations launching frontal, rear, aerial, underground, cyber and Madison Avenue assaults. So, the “media” are the balancers and arbiters of justice.

Ecce Mortis: Overture: Voice of the Nation

Awakened midnight nobody home. Alone against the music of the Angry Young. Kid outside screamed poems into a mike. Squat amp dragged behind him on a wagon. Surrounding friends clapped stomped cacophony. Launched his dithyrambs against The City.
Cannonades of sing-song bass.
Josh razed Jericho with song.
“Turn off the noise and tune in The Voice of The Nation.”
That ad from somewhere I remember. Subway maybe.
I turned on the stereo. Fight noise with noise. Lonely like I’ve never. Unbearable rip. Inside. Alone me in the midnight.

Ecce Mortis: Call Me Plantman

Friends  (so-called),
We, the Staff of /dev/null, condemned to /dev/null, have
been watching closely.  And listening.
The technologies available to Alternative Media have allowed
writers, researchers, scholars, activists and other sane
beings to accumulate libraries of data regarding the evil
machinations of Power, its faceless corporate “persons,” and
the craven, murderous government/military/intelligence
agencies that do their bidding.