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Tue Mar 07, 2006 at 02:13 AM PST

Loose Change

by bankablepoetry

A recent (I believe, from the lack of Google references to it) film made by three near-toddlers in upstate New York about September 11th. Truly astounding. It has the power to bring down your world in one fell swoop, just like those two Boeings supposedly did. Not at all a ranting, conspiracy nutcase film, but a simple, clear, effective exposé of all the impossible circumstances of that day, which is, in fact, the main reason DKos exists. This film needs to be seen - widely - by people of all political persuasions. Google films has a link to it, or you can be good sports and order the DVD from these near-toddlers in upstate New York. Here is the link:

http://video.google.com/...

Go, watch, try to catch your breath, and get this out there. I sent the link, with an impassioned letter, to about 100 New York Times reporters, editors and managers. No response yet.

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Mon Feb 06, 2006 at 12:26 PM PST

KOS Bankable Poetry Revolution

by bankablepoetry

I consider myself a cheerleader on the outside.  I've been watching the US from Paris for a decade. It's been enlightening. And depressing. I was never able to see American politics from the inside. I just blended into the ease and docility of "our way of life". But from France, I started to get a different perspective. The Revolutionary Bankable Poetry Revolution is my response. (Along with the countless letters to Arlen Specter...) In my diary here, as well as on my blog, I offer these anti-poems as antidotes. Here's the recent anti-manifesto. I don't think a third way is enough. I think we need to search out an eleventh way, something so removed from where we are now that no Super Bowl commercial would touch it. And by the way, as a sign of intestinal fortitude, I rooted on my hometown Steelers from midnight to 4AM, broadcast live on French TV...
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When he walked into the room
There was voodoo in the vibes
We were captured by his lies
Til they came as no surprise
Now we stand here helplessly
Hoping he'll just let us be

Drum the SOTU into you
You can't think of nothing else
Drum the SOTU into you
No, you can't think of nothing else

SOTU in you
SOTU in you
SOTU in you!

(Thank you Atlanta Rhythm Section and creative interpretation of Southern Rock.)

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Wed Feb 01, 2006 at 02:16 AM PST

BREAKING POEM - ALITO MOSQUITO 2

by bankablepoetry

Alito mosquito landed on my neck,
his touch was light and sweet.
Said, "I'm just here to do my job.
I won't make a peep."

I questioned him further...
He had no real reply...
Then he jabbed me with his sub-peener
and tried to make me cry.

Some people hollared, "Kill that varmint!"
Someone chimed, "I've got a cropduster!"
No one expected much action though,
since there was no showdown filibuster.

So the lit-o skeeter got his rocks off.
And the Great Leader's really stoked.
And together they're waging war
on the goddamn thinking folks.

But Alito mosquito
overlooked one important thing:
Even when under constitutional duress,
The Republic of Bankable Poetry still sings...

(Keep fighting the right wing bastards, do-dah, do-dah!!!)

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Hamas, you get the palmas
while Canada dons two right shoes.
Morales makes the most of
Bolivia's capitalist blues.

I-raq goes Shi-ite on us,
now ain't that fucking up the course.
And I-ran  breaks the seals
to unlease a nu-klee-ar Persian horse.

The polar cap is melting.
But we don't give a fuck 'bout that.
Let me guzzle all the gas I can
'cause me ass is 'mericanly fat.

Meanwhile on the homefront,
Alito's a piece of cake.
The NSA's spying on you
and the Great Leader says it's A-OK!

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Thu Jan 26, 2006 at 03:14 AM PST

Alito Mosquito

by bankablepoetry

Alito mosquito landed on my neck,
his touch was light and sweet.
Said, "I'm just here to do my job.
I won't make a peep."

I questioned him further...
He had no real reply...
Then he jabbed me with his sub-peener
and tried to make me cry.

Some people hollared, "Kill that varmint!"
Someone chimed, "I've got a cropduster!"
No one expected much action though,
since there'd be no showdown filibuster.

So the lit-o skeeter got his rocks off.
And the Great Leader's really stoked.
And together they're waging war
on the goddamn thinking folks.

But Alito mosquito
overlooked one important thing:
Even under constitutional duress,
The Republic of Bankable Poetry still sings...

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Wed Jan 25, 2006 at 02:49 AM PST

A Call to All American Poems

by bankablepoetry

This Bankable Poem
is a call to all American
Poems everywhere -
lying dormant in musty volumes
or as of yet unwritten -
to rise up and bite
the hand that writes you.
Rise up and grab those
slumbering Americans
by their throats
in their own vernacular.
Rise up and scream bloody murder
at their acts of greed
that deprive the world
of a future
but ensure that their cars and homes
have air conditioning.
Rise up and open the door
on these close-minded citizens
who refuse to look beyond their borders.
Rise up and make whoopy.
Rise up and dance circles
around the immobility
of Americans too cozy
to be curious.
Write the poems of revolution
and revelation.
Write these Americans out
of their graves.
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Tue Jan 24, 2006 at 04:43 AM PST

Bankable Poetry Speaks

by bankablepoetry

Good American friend of mine,
you are open-minded by birth.
We all are, right?
And you are a truth-seeker too,
for that is one of your guiding principles.
Don't be afraid of tearing
the dark clouds
down from the sky;
the worst that can happen
is you'll get rained on.
Stand up to your American heritage
and let the cat out of the bag!
Or take a big fucking stick and whomp a GOPhead!
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