The people, yes, the people, Until the people are taken care of one way or another, Until the people are solved somehow for the day and hour, Until then one hears "Yes but the people what about the people?" Sometimes as though the people is a child to be pleased or fed Or again a hoodlum you have to be tough with And seldom as though the people is a caldron and a reservoir Of the human reserves that shape history. . . .
Fire, chaos, shadows, Events trickling from a thin line of flame On into cries and combustions never expected. The people have the element of surprise. . . .
The people, yes, the people, Move eternally in the elements of surprise, Changing from hammer to bayonet and back to hammer, The hallelujah chorus forever shifting its star soloists.
The people learn, unlearn, learn, a builder, a wrecker, a builder again, a juggler of shifting puppets. In so few eyeblinks In transition lightning streaks, the people project midgets into giants, the people shrink titans into dwarfs
Faiths blow on the winds and become shibboleths and deep growths with men ready to die for a living word on the tongue, for a light alive in the bones, for dreams fluttering in the wrists . . .
The storm of propaganda blows always. In every air of today the germs float and hover. The people have the say-so. Let the argument go on. Let the people listen.
Tomorrow the people say Yes or No by one question: "What else can be done?" In the drive of faiths on the wind today the people know: "We have come this far and we are going farther yet" . . .
This old anvil the people, yes This old anvil laughs at many broken hammers. There are men who can't be bought. There are women beyond purchase.
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief the people march. In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for keeps, the people march: "Where to? what next? Where to? what next?"
Music
I like some of all types of music including Ambient Elevator Music, Country, Rap, Hip Hop, Gospel, Old Country Western, Opera, and Zydeco
I'm a straight forward, no bullshit, "if I want it, I'll ask for it" kind of guy. Pretty laid back, yet tightly wound. I am a riddle, shrouded by a paradox, wrapped in an enigma. I am a film producer, distributor, writer, director, artist of many talents, not the least of which is tying cherry stems in a knot with my tongue.
I am currently working on a film about covert biological weapons testing on civilians. I do love a good conspiracy theory so if you have one PLEASE tell me. Oh yeah, did I mention that I'm the Casting Director too; be nice, I could make you famous.
You may have noticed my friends list has dramatically changed. I deleted 44 friends that I have never exchanged email with and who's primary purpose here is to promote their adult web sites. I've never seen the point of adult pics or titty bars, just seems sort of pointless to me. I'm glad to have so many friends that I actually communicate with on a semi-regular basis.
I try to be polite and considerate but sometimes people just won't let you. Like if someone starts talking shit about me behind my back, I have to put them in their place. Politely if possible, but I have been known to get off my motorcycle and pound on someone's window when they did something really stupid in traffic. Like the time the cabbie pulled up next to me in the same lane. I had to give him a physics lesson about two bodies not being able to occupy the same space. You understand I would NEVER hurt anyone, but they don't know that.
There are so many things I love about being alive I can't recount them all here but here are a few of the top picks; good story telling, working with a group of talented and cooperative people, sailing, healthy food, a big glass of ice cold water, fine art, good theater, hot sex, little known history, obscure literature, fine wine or a shot of tequila, sexy women that aren't shy about being sexy, kids (I have three and they are amazing), ex-girlfriends (cause now we can be friends again), riding motorcycles, flying a glider, reef diving, mountain climbing (in both the literal and figurative sense), wilderness camping, animals, rainforests, photography, St. Petersburg, Amsterdam, Stockholm, Copenhagen, Berlin, beaches, all kinds of people, and just too many other things to list.
Who I'd like to meet:
Myself in a former life, then I could honestly say I'm so busy I've met myself coming and going! I have met quite a few celebrities (like Satan) so that doesn't impress me, maybe someone like one of the Volsung Kings, or Sparticus.
Louisiana Jon - the ragin cajun's Friend Space (Top 8)
Just giving you a quick career status from my end,
I got casted as the lead in a TV Pilot.
HUGE DEAL FOR ME!!!
Ill send more info your way as it is available.
Hey stranger!
How are you? I just got in from Denver tonight (business trip- yech!). When are you going to come take me to lunch? :-)
I'm free next week. Miss u!
Julie
A Very Merry Birthday to You from the Monarch of Pointland. On the eve of this most auspices of days, it is my honor to wish you joy from the entire cast and crew of the movie Flatland!
Note that, since I exist in a single point of space-time, I do not actually believe that anything exists beyond myself. I therefore know that, in my infinite imagination, I have created you and everything else in the universe from sheer thought. Therefore, I am very happy not only to have created you, but to have created YOU on such a wonderful day. I do good work, don't I?
- From the Royal Throne of Pointland, His Majesty, The Supreme Monarch and Infinite Regent of the Singularity of the Vastness of Oneness That Is the Monarch of Pointland
