A THICK TONGUE

mmmmMagic
Kkkkiss
xxxxxray
ththth
A childhood stutter and stammer slurred my speech.
1950s
Falmouth Foresides Maine.
My mouth resisted the passage of ths and ghs and Ss. And ottthers.
My tongue mangled consonants vowels in my mouth.
Family and friends failed to decipher my words
Teachers thought I was stupid.
Schoolmates thought the same.
I was beaten by three of them.
I came to understand everyone is stupid
And I could never changed that.

My father took me to doctors in Maine
"His tongue is too big for his mouth. Slicing his palate with razors will force his tongue to work more."
My father rejected their cure.
"My son will live with a lisp."
Thereafter I spoke my own language
My mangled words belong to me alone.
And only to me.

1960
Our family moved from Falmouth Foresides
To the South Shore Of Boston
Catholic school.
I said nothing Hid my speech
The nuns rejected of my vow of silence.
Some severe nuns believed I spoke like Satan
My wrist slapped countlessly
For sloppy ths with a ruler.
Slaps for ghs too
Slap slap slap.
My classmates happy to be spared the rod.

Sister Mary Osmond understood my flaws.
She scheduled speech therapy.
None of their efforts helped
The school bullies more relentless than those in Maine
They beat my brother too.

Strangely my Latin
Perfect
At mass.
Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa The priests
sacerdos intellexit me
I dreamed of the Devil.
I sang Ruby Tuesday without fault
I believed in neither God or Satan.
I was a teenager
Destined to live forever young.
Through books.
Music
Life.

I learned how to hide my satanic speech in the 60s or 70s
From singers and poets hid
Safe from ths in so many words
Poem scented with ancient languages especially for us who saw spirits. strawberries tasted different flesh was smooth as shaved peaches and then you stood atop a pass or sailed into a city and everything became more it was not magic but only the being here more than now yet therefore exists in spoken words Ths stood in my way But not of poems. poems whose power has not been lost in the modern age even for a boy with a thick tongue.

International Write-Off Day - 2024

During his 2020 presidential campaign Joe Biden promised to address the massive college debt of millions of graduates and non-graduates paying from 4-8% on the loans. Once elected he proposed a debt relief. THe GOP rejected this measure mostly protesting that not everyone had to go to college and debts had to be paid, except those by banks, the rich, and corporations. Stymied by the conservatives in Congress, Biden suspended payment during the Covid crisis and allowed millions of people to live almost normal lives without paying 20-40% of their wages to the government, however that relief is coming to an end this month. Federal loan offices are attempting to issue millions of payment plans without any success. The former president of Purdue has accused the president of buying votes. As much as forty million voters, although Plan B has been pared down to 10-20 million with plenty of restrictions, so the Republicans will feel free to offer more tax cuts to the rich. Former President Donald Trump sided with the Supreme Court.

Last year pseudo-president Trump announced to scores of followers, “Today, the Supreme Court also ruled that President Biden cannot wipe out hundreds of billions, perhaps trillions of dollars, in student loan debt, which would have been very unfair to the millions and millions of people who paid their debt through hard work and diligence; very unfair." ignoring that over two-thirds of the voters see the merit of forgiveness.

Last January Rick Scott R FLA introduced in Senate (01/25/2023) Debt Cancellation Accountability Act of 2023, which prohibited the Department of Education from providing class-based loan forgiveness unless funds have been specifically requested and appropriated for this purpose.

HIs fellow party members applauded the act. It was never introduced to the floor in the 2023 session, since any legislator voting for such an act would be ousted from government by an angry debt-ridden populace. The Once and now President Trump an estimated $738 million of debt coming due over the next three years. While not capital wealthy, Trump has billions on paper, albeit inflated value verging on fraud. If elected to a third term, then he could conceivably forgive his debt, which is about 40% of all college debts.

Caesar crossed the Rubicon with huge debts owed for the Conquest of Gaul, despite having ravaged the land for gold, slaves, and land. Whatever money he was able to squeeze from Crassus, he used to deed the poor, thus threatening the debt by which the powerful senators controlled the Romans. Caesar reneged on the debt and the Senate took its revenge. I used to think that Caesar was killed for paying off all the debt of the hoi polloi. I was wrong.

The GOP promise to reenact the same tragedy in the upcoming year.

In 2008 I owed $120,000 to the credit cards after using the plastic for cash advances to run my Thai business resulted in 31% rates. In January matters worsens when the Cyber Police arrested me on charges of copyright infringement of Ferrari merchandise. The brown-shirted police are known as tam-luat or make blood, however the Bangkok stationed cops treated me as a prince. I was on TV and given beer, whisky, and fried chicken, but my enterprise was done No money. The credit cards refuse any more credit. I cut them up and returned to the States. Their collectors called me constantly and I answered the calls, "I'm naked. What about you?" They stopped calling and I resumed life in New York as. diamond seller. Without a credit. Only an ATM card. After a sale I received a check for $9900 commission. It was made out from Chase and I visited a Chase bank to cash it. The manager asked if I would like to open an account and led to her office. After a quick review of my info, she asked, "Did you ever have an account here? It shows that you owed us $66000." I expected her to call for security, however she asked, "Did you ever go bankrupt, because you owe us nothing now?" "Something like that" They must have sold my debt and I opened an account with an ATM card, refusing their offer for a credit card. I never paid off a penny. Of course I have no credit. I own nothing. The banks still ask if I want a credit card. I refuse them. I don't need anything capitalism is selling. Well, maybe a motorcycle.

Personally I'm for a radical redistribution of wealth, however most Americans still believe that one day they will be rich and pray to their God to be free of taxes. By the way the IDF has received $12 billion this year and the Pentagon has been allotted bt President Joe Biden's Fiscal 2023 National Defense Authorization Act over $816.7 billion. War or education or infrastructure?

Make war. Make money.

GOP or Democrats.

All the same.

Only one choice for the We Are Us.

Stop paying your debt. Debtors have the power. Deconsume.

International Write-Off Day and soon.

Gothic Flames From Notre Dame

Written Apr 16, 2019

After Viktor Malenski was murdered outside the Continental Lounge on the Far Westside by persons unknown, I fled New York to Paris. 1982 was a good year for a fugitive in the City of Light. I worked at a popular nightclub, wrote poetry in my journals, and lived in the garret of a Marais Hotel with a view of the towers of Notre-Dame.

Over my six-year stay in Paris I must have passed the soot-blackened Cathedral a thousand times. I never ignored the Gothic gem and usually entered through the front and exited through a wooden door in a recessed apse behind the main altar, haunted by a ghost of Victor Hugo.

Quasimodo, the Roi de le Couer des Miracles, had reigned the bell towers in THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME.

The malformed man loved Esmerelda, a beautiful Gitane danseur.

The Church had no love for them.

Just another reason for my atheism.

Yet the cathedral's eastern rosette window was a wonder to behold with the dawn light streaming through the carved glass.

Once I was guided through the Foret. The lead roof was supported by thousand of centuries-old planks and beams hewed from the Bois de Vincennes. The hardwood smelled of the ages beyond the 20th Century.

My friend Tony from the Studio restaurant on Rue du Temple regularly prayed to the statue of Black Michael beneath the six-thousand pipe organ.

"He was Lucifer's brother."

The angel was playing a clarion horn. Tony was into metal and said, "Sabbath, Bloody Sabbath."

I had been raised a Catholic, but had been a devout atheist since the age of eight and certainly no devil worshipper. I respected the beliefs of others as long as they didn't interfere with my wicked life, however one Easter I had played backgammon at a Left Bank apartment with several Peruvian drug dealers. All night long I had beaten them mercilessly and exited with my winnings and two slender dancers from the Moulin Rouge dressed in matching gold lame short-shorts and tube tops.

Another cathedral of Paris.

The procession approached the main doors. I told the girls to hurry up or else we were obliged to walk to the next bridge. The three of us scurried across the cobblestones. The bishop regarded us as Satan and his hand maidens. I crossed myself in reverse. His eyes widened with horror. I smiled and blessed with with a raised palm and mouthed in Latin, "Nunc autem Christus resurrexit."

LIke I said I had been raised a Catholic by nuns, priests, brothers, and in the THE WAY OF THE FLESH Samuel Butler wrote aptly, "Learning Latin shows that you don't have to know everything in the world."

The girls and I retired to the Brasserie de Ile St. Louis to drink champagne and listen to the strains of the pipe organ. It was a glorious day in the shadow of the cathedral

.

I departed from Paris in 1986.

I went back often to see friends.

In 2011 I strolled along the Seine after a rain storm.

Notre-Dame wasn't on my path until 2011.

A rainbow arced over the cathedral. The soot and car exhaust has been scrubbed from the facade. Notre Dame shone in the sun.

It had stood in that spot for over eight hundreds years and looked like it was bound to survive the extinction of man and God.

Forever.

Forever doesn't last long in the modern world.

The cathedral had fallen into neglect. The upkeep cost were only $2 million a year. The structure was falling apart at the seams and the guardians decided to replaced the two-hundred year-old spire above the main altar. Something went wrong and a fire spread up the tower melting the lead slates into molten lava. The foret burned out of control. Church officials saved what was outside the flames. The firemen geysered water over the cathedral.

The fire went unstoppable.

The spire toppled onto the roof.

The interior was abandoned to the conflagration.

In the morning the final embers were doused with water.

The bell towers had not fallen like the Twin Towers.

Dawn brought on blame and promises of renewal.

If not for Notre Dame, then for the love of Quasimodo.

He was not real, but neither is God.

Only love and compassion.

Peace.

ps France only has 34% Catholics. Let them pay for the restoration of Notre Dame after paying the victims of child abuse.

Until then Notre-Dame should remain in ruins.

In transit gloria.

Babi Yar Ala Gaza

On 29–30 September 1941 outside of Kyiv the Nazi occupiers of that city rounded up the city's Jews and marched them to a ravine called Babi Yar. Throughout the next two days the SS Sondercommando squad massacred some thirty-four thousand men, women, and children. No one was spared, although twenty-nine people survived the killings by acting dead. A horrifying number and of course the SS and their commanders slept like princes after the slaughter.

Since the October 7 Hamas attack on Israel desert settlements, the IDF has indiscriminately killed over twenty-seven thousand Palestinians. Three months of constant and methodical killing, but without coming close to the savagery of Babi Yar. Netanyahu's advisors must be asking themselves, "How was that possible? Should we be more ruthless with Amalekites."

Bibi's staff substitute that tribe for the people of Gaza.

Yahweh had allowed the Hebrews to annihilate this tribe after the crossing of the Red Sea.

“You shall not intermarry with them, giving your daughters to their sons, or taking their daughters for your sons, for they would turn away your sons from following me, to serve other gods”

According to the Old Testament the exiles from Egypt battled the Amalekites with the divine weapon. Moses and Aaron smote them with their hands and staffs. Not the first time nor the last the Children of Judah practiced extermination, but this time like the Holocaust the while world is not some much watching, but turning an eye.

Some of my Jewish friends are against the War on Gaza, but the others only see genocide as the one true Final Solution. They have yet to understand that it really isn't easy to kill off an entire people and it comes at a cost. The future looks dark, but I have hopes that more ignorant minds take over and try to accomplish the impossible. Peace.

Shalom is the same in Hebrew as it is in Arabic.

Israeli military has struck at Hamas leaders. Their replacements will be in no hurry to negotiate with assassins.

But peace has to meant something to everyone.

As does genocide.

Remember Babi Yar.

Airport - Mae Hong Song - 1991

See all, Not Tell All

Yesterday a New York court released testmonies of several females accusing the late financier Jeffery Epstein of sexual abuse on uunderage women at his luxurious New York address, an island in the Carribean, and a ranch out west. Surely there were other destinationshe used to entertain friends, politicians, scientists, and the rich and famous from around the world.

According to the Guardian names littered throughout the depositions and legal correspondence that came up in the lawsuit – filed by Prince Andrew accuser Victoria Giuffre in 2015 – range from Bill Clinton, the former US president who one Epstein victim claimed she was told by Epstein “likes them young”, to Britain’s Prince Andrew, singer Michael Jackson, French hairdresser Frédéric Fekkai, “model scout” Jean-Luc Brunel, magician David Copperfield and acclaimed physicist Stephen Hawking.

There were no accusations.

Prince Andrew, eighth in line to the British Crown, had paid to $12 million to silence an accuser without admitting guilt to the 2001 offense. No one else came out of the woodwork for him or the many other celebrities and illustrious filthy rich. Most of said they never nothing of the criminal enterprise of human trafficking on a massive scale and the only ages ever mentioned were seventeen and sixteen, but I'm certain there were much younger females available to the rich at Epstein's island, Little Saint James in the U.S. Virgin Islands. Islands are small places. The workers came from the island. THey were paid to see nothing, although the mansion and its groudns were wired for sight and sound. Blackmail mowt ceretainly used to control the power for Epstein and others.

Epstein is gone.

A suicide or murder in prison.

Somewhere there is a cache of tapes.

People of power will be seen naked to the world.

Time for them to fall and serve time for their sins, as they have punished nations.

Evil.

December 20, 1978 - East Village - Journal

My Christmas shopping is nearly complete, except for my brother Frank and sister Pammie, but accomplishing that should be easy thanks to a bet at OTB with Bill Yusk coming through. Wise Philip at Aqueduct. An unexpected boon thanks to a dream about the race. Like DH Lawrence's The Unrealistic Dream Of A Horse Rider. A naked man with a cowboy har riding a bathtub gave me a name. Wise Philip. I had once dreamed him before and Bill and I had bet of Johnny D ridden by Stevie Cauthen. The naked man came through again. I told Bill to not talk about this to anyone.

"It might break the link."

LATER

Alice called from West Virginia and said, "I want to travel."

Her father had given her an Amex card for Christmas. She didn't mention anything about her missed period. She hasn't said anything about an abortion either. I'm thinking about being a father. She doesn't really want to have a baby. She hasn't said anything, but she wants to be an actress and there aren't too many roles for pregnant women in the movies.

I want to travel too and not just to West Virginia, but Boston is the only possible destination for the foreseeable future. It's been over four years since I hitchhiked to California, something I had done three times from 1972 to 1974. I've been stuck here on the East Coast for years. I doubt I'll ever hit the road again.

Alice on the other hand could leave me in a heartbeat and I couldn't blame her. Her absence was felt this week as I walked home from CBGBs along the dark street hurried by winter winds, searching the empty sidewalks for faces, finding none only the shadows of destroyed buildings. The ruins of the Lower East Side. AS much as I fear her fleeing to Paris or LA, I'm sure she will return. Where else can she go? Anywhere.

A bullet struck Malcolm X Snipers struck at JFK A sniper killed Martin Luther King Assassins surrounded RFK.

These men died before their time Why did they die and I outlive them? Boy Dylan also lived Nixon survived his disgrace Why did he live with so many others died Thousands of American dead in Vietnam, hundreds of thousands of Vietnamese, Million of Cambodians. A curse on Kissinger

In 1960 my friend Chaney drowned in Sebago Lake

If he had lived He might have died in Vietnam AS I might have If my mother signed my enlistment papers At age 17. I so wanted to leave home. James McNeil, a hometown boy, died in ASia, Struck my lightening. The young die young. Kissinger still lives Nixon, Pol Pot, and the Shah The Pope too The Eternal Church.

My only choice. Live a joyous life With the evil far away Worshipped by the people Not as Gods, but as leaders, Leading us the Armageddon Where the evil and good will be burned in an atomic hell Freeing Earth of Man For anyone that remains the charred flesh of the living The crumbling bones of the dead. Paradise.

John Kemp and Grant Stitt are coming over. I haven't told anyone about Alice's lateness for her period. We were heading up the GG Barnums, a Times Square transvestite disco with a trapeze act appealing to the three or more genders of humans. I like a brunette there. Shannon. Skinny and looking like a Vogue model. Maybe I'll see her there.