songanddancegirl

W.W.W.

WORLD  WIDE  WEBS  WE  WEAVE

A new term has been coined ISFG (Islamic State Fangirl)

radicalized in their bedrooms  on twitter  tumblr  +murdr

Post millennial groupies to beheaders   How can they have

missed the well staged executions   orange jumpsuited  bloody

desert mirages stuck on replay   OMG gutwrenchingly awesome!

tweeted one recruit

Messianic fervour +magnetism  can whip up female hormones

alarmingly (Yasmin Alibhai Brown  The Independent)    A sad

commentary on humanity   Today Bebe  the uninvited guest of

Barak said: The enemy of your enemy is your enemy (btw Bebe

John Boehner is your frenemy)  Among the enemies of the Free World

are violent warrior heartthrobs seducing our daughters

They see it as emigrating to a better life  They say they feel free

(The Guardian)  More beheadings please!  tweeted another recruit

But can this really be?  Mass rape  oppression  +the new crucifixtion

as aphrodisiac?  Everything they need to know is on the Internet  even

what to pack  in the new  jihadibridefieldguide.com

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Tonight’s the night, come on surrender
I won’t lead your love astray, astray, yeah
Your love’s a weapon
Give your body some direction
That’s my aim

Justin Timberlake  Take Back The Night 

Winter  2015  (tweets reported in the Globe+Mail 3/3/2015)

STAIN

HUMAN  STAIN  HOTEL

There is a dripping yellow-y substance

seeping from the ceiling  reminiscent of

seedy hotels out on the lakeshore strip

drip  drip  drip    It’s 4 a.m.

Insinuates itself into dreamscape  watery

flashes of yellow seepage  captures slippage

of dissolving moon   On a canoe  drip drip drip

6 a.m. yellow stain moving toward the bed  will

envelop disgruntled city dwellers by noon

Now creeping toward husband’s head buried under

pillows to stanch sound of GIANT pummelling truck

Water is pouring out of pipes onto street  Worlds collide

Somewhere Noah weeps  as our house floats over sewage-y

waves  We are Huck+Becky  on a townhouse raft  lighting out

for the land of Spring     drip  drip    drip  

(so where’s the fucking rainbow already?)

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Winter  2015    20 days until Spring..

RODEO

NOT MY FIRST   RODEO

If the mammo-technician keels over

or ISIS attacks  I will be stranded

here in the clutches of this giant

robot breast eater   Women lined

up for hours to give offerings  Silent

pacts with ugly machines  Please don’t

find anything that will kill me  Then spat

out onto -33 streets  hair blowing in the

frigid breeze  But free   And freedom tastes

like warm milk

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Mammo-garage

Mammo-machine

Winter 2015

ROMANTICS

THE  NEW  ROMANTICS

Today is the anniversary of John Keats’

death  in Rome at 25  Shelley alive until 29

died at Sardinia  drowned in a stormy sea

His elegy for Keats  Adonias  remains the

great lyric treatise of the Romantics

Lord Byron too died on a far shore  Greece

at 36  from a cold +violent fever  The last of

the great Romantics   She walks in beauty

like the night of cloudless climes +starry skies

A far cry from the: New Romantics  A group of

brits  ex-patriots  who walk  in darkness   The latest

recruits of ISIS   3 teenage girls 15-17  heading for

Istanbul  Soon to be the wives of jihadis   My little

sister is an A student   To convince such young girls

who are vulnerable  is really evil

Romantic notions of becoming jihadi-brides   shattered

along old spice-routes  leading to lives of servitude  rape

+martyrdom   Look at the girls in sneakers & colourful

clothes smiling as each walks alone  through security at

Gatwick

On their way to Turkey now  where youth grows pale  and

spectre thin  and dies  where beauty cannot keep    These

light winged dryads  of East London

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Come home. We miss you. We can’t stop crying.

Abase Hussen 47   father of  Amira  missing since Tuesday

Winter  2015

BLACKSONAVITCH

MONSIEUR  BLACKSONAVITCH

He is black  a 4th brother  If he were a

Beatle he’d be the 5th   Afro in pom poms

27 inches at the withers  Smart as a whip (don’t ask)

Came from Buffalo on a crisp Spring day  & stayed

for more than a decade

A good listener  cool calm +collected friend   mean

tobogganer  same hiding spot for 13 years!  Blackie Was

Here  graffiti  all over the hood

Here lies Blackie Blacksonavitch  covered in brother’s

barfy blanket   Making his way to canine heaven  trailing

dog-shaped clouds   Later baked him into holy wafers  a

sacrament given at the side-door   Father placed one under

each child’s tongue  early one morning before Milkman’s run

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Winter  2015    RIP   Blacksonavitch & Lee

RAT

RAT  ON !

A giant mouse has invaded my house

His eyelashes are pale+his breath reeks of

craft ale   His favourite disc is War On Drugs

It’s trippy chords make him long for more  & reflect

upon days in the fire-tower in Quetico

You see he travelled near+far to find my door ajar  &

crept in  ragged bandana  +all    I don’t know whether

to ice him or marry him  or send him out for taxidermy

But I do know that come Spring he will pack his gear  &

hightail it outta here for greener pastures +a plump Minnie

She who will listen to his mousey-lore especially re: the goals

he’s scored  (five hole baby!)   so much better than  me

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(how ’bout that top shelf wrister!)

Winter  2015  ..hanging on by a thread..

HUMAN

I  AM  A  HUMAN    RIGHT?

People often forget that  says Justin Bieber

in an age when what it means to be human is

in a state of ill-repute   A horrifying litany of

daily statistics: Sunni ISIS militants  consider

200 million Shiites apostates in need of slaughter

Or North Darfur in October  200 women+daughters

raped in 36 hrs.  Then there is the Democratic Republic

of Congo where 400,000 women were violated in one

year (2006-2007)

A new term has been coined to describe the mayhem in

the Levant: Islamo-facism   And this is just the tip  In Halifax

3 youths enamoured of serial killers+school shooters  plan a

mass-murder on Valentine’s Day   In his treatise on human love

(+Lies)  Clancy Martin  philosopher U of Missouri  notes: A great

deal of how well we love has to do with how well we lie  both to

ourselves  & to each other  

He goes on to argue that a well honed ability to bend the truth is a

necessity   the glue  if you will of human love   An exercise in Hope

versus Honesty   It is also true that the current wave of death-cult

debauchery must be addressed  this slow+casual atrophy of the

human soul no less

Are you brave enough to ask your partner   staring off into space:

What are you thinking?  What creative manipulations   evasions

misrepresentations  lurk in the average human soul?   Think of the

apple   Think of life in our apocalyptic-eden  We higher beings have

perfected damnation    We are not animals      We are Man

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Winter  2015

DOG

DOG  DAYS

Nothing prepared me for what I

discovered behind Robards Library

Chinese cherry trees blooming in

February  & a dog named Sue singing

a tune  Put on your high heel sneakers

because we’re going out tonight  Sue

crooned  And somewhere an alien wind

blew what might have been to smithereens

Don’t wait for a tarnished Spring to discover

how false this life has been    Start now

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Winter  2015  minus 40

MAKE-UP

IT’S EVEN BETTER THAN MAKE-UP SEX

Ye ah  Ye ah  he keeps repeating  the way pretty young

men with beards +woolcaps do   He has been on a banter

barrage for the past 17minutes to a woman not seen since

2013   YaYaYa she responds   Tweets start-ups blind-dial blog

He drones on+on    Her life story withers on beard boy’s vine

But she does not go gently into narcissistic blight    Voice grows

shrill   Throws coffee at his hipster face   +purse through plate

glass  with DELICA in gold letters   Upscale mayhem  West Queen

West   You just know the conjugal visit sex with a woman like this

will be  explosive💣   Police cordon off the street as Torontonians

hunker home  in minus19

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GIRLS OF FEBRUARY WEST QUEEN WEST

Winter  2015  ❤︎Day

DRUNKEN

DRUNKEN  LOVE

Have you seen Interstellar?   The one where

Matthew McConaughey’s drawl screams Texas

though he’s a farmer deep in the West   He plays

Cooper the astronaut  still in love with his dead wife

Up in space the scientists debate the biological imperative

behind: loving the departed

Clearly love is the glue that holds the human tribe together

Without it there would be no civilization   Without it there

would be no hate  Not love’s opposite  but a variant on the

continuum of human emotion  The dead hold us in their thrall

Where are they after all?   A place where our after-life family  is

making a go of eternity  while back on Earth we worship the dead

with a kind of idolatry

Yesterday someone asked me:  Isn’t love the root of all enmity  misery  

treachery?  One might even place acts of revenge in this same category

Just this week the head of Cairo’s thousand year old Al Azar Institute called

for those who burned a young pilot alive  in a cage  in a well staged media

circus   to be: killed or crucified or have their hands +legs cut off

Why live for anything else?  Our masterpiece   is  LOVE

In the early days of the 21st Century love grows tired   Even Beyonce makes no

bones about the SM dimensions love can take  whipping Jay Z into a near frenzy

in front of millions of Grammy viewers  last night on tv

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*Burning someone alive is prohibited as a punishment that belongs to God alone,

applied in hell, while beheadings on the other hand have a long history among 

many of humanity’s religions.  (Globe&Mail February 5, 2015)  

Winter 2015     For Valentine’s Day  ❤︎