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It’s Saturday & There Is Music & Laughter For the Taking… by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, Hosho McCreesh with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot

You know, we spend
so much time
in the maelstrom of
our own stupid heads
that we forget
how simple
life
really
is.
Like now:
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When This World Has Been Eradicated, The Desolate Surface Radiated & Unlivable, & All Is Buried Under An Apocalyptic Winter, We Will Take Our Wars Under Water Or Into Space, Where It Will Continue, Incessantly… by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Happy Birthday Issue, Hosho McCreesh with tags on January 9, 2011 by Scot


Listen, I do have hope, as foolish it sounds,
that we are capable of peace,
& that things won’t go down like this–
but with each passing day, year, & decade,
it becomes more & more painfully clear that
when this world has been eradicated,
the desolate surface radiated & unlivable,
& all is buried under an apocalyptic winter,
we will take our wars under water or into space,
where it will continue, incessantly
because
warfare
is the most
constant & durable
human
artform.

Click on the peace sign to listen

The Book of Jack

Posted in Alan Catlin, Doug Draime, F.N. Wright, Father Luke, Hosho McCreesh, Rusty Truck echaps, Scot Young, Todd Moore with tags on February 21, 2010 by Scot

Art by F.N. Wright

Click on Jack–for best viewing go to fullscreen and use arrow that appears on the right to turn pages.

On Being Asked…by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Hosho McCreesh with tags on July 10, 2009 by Scot

On Being Asked, By a Man in Atlanta,
“Say Brother, Can You Help Me Out?
I’m Just $1.29 Short of Covering
My Wife’s Operation…”

I gave him what I had.

Not because I am
magnanimous,
or even because
I believed him–

just that I
understand
from wanting,

and that I really
wanted it
to be
true.

That This World Still Relies On Government & Kings… by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Hosho McCreesh with tags , on July 8, 2009 by Scot

to tell us
when to
cough up
our sweet shekels,

or

burn out & rape
the women & children
from their unguarded village,

tells us
all we need to know
about governments & kings,

&

all we need to know
about ourselves.

& That’s Why It Sometimes Makes Sense To Dump Gallons Of Kerosene Into Our Gaping Maws, & That’s Why It Sometimes Makes Sense To Scream At The Indigosilent Heavens, Bellow At The Silent Gods… by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Hosho McCreesh on June 23, 2009 by Scot

To sit around wondering
how this ridiculous world
got this way
just doesn’t
do much good.

To study world history–
pointless;
sociology, psychology,
socio-ecomonics,
race relations or
the collected works of
Voltaire;
nothing can be
found there
to explain away
or justify
all we do.

The world simply loves
to destroy itself.

Sadly, this old grey stallion,
this self-destruction,
is really just a lack of
ideas;
it’s not having anything
meaningful,
legitimate, or
worthwhile
to do with
ourselves;
& it’s our own
personal & seemingly
inescapable road to
damnation.

& that’s why it sometimes makes sense
to dump gallons of kerosene
into our gaping maws,
& that’s why it sometimes makes sense
to scream at the indigosilent heavens,
bellow at the silent gods…

But make no
mistake:

we are owed
no explanation,

we are entitled to
absolutely nothing,

& we are to
blame for
almost all of
it.

Drag It Up, Burning, & Out Into the Smoldering Midday Sun… by Hosho McCreesh

Posted in Hosho McCreesh with tags on February 6, 2009 by Scot

Dig down
too deep
& dredge up
every ugly thing
from the cockles of
our darkest hearts,
have the stones
to just tell the
fucking truth.

Drag it up, burning, & out
into the smoldering midday sun,
to leave it there to bleach
like jagged, dirty old bones—

this is what we’ll say
when they ask us
“how,”

& this is what we’ll say
when they ask us
“why.”