Day 7 & 23 more to go, in order to reach the goal for our kickstarter publishing project & I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown! just kidding...No, seriously. Yikes!!
-Daniel Canada a.k.a. Obsidian
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1760160869/historical-fiction-about-ancient-babylon-and-assyr
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Friday, January 17, 2014
Gratitude for a Project Support...
I can only feel a sense of gratitude to the 3
financial backers we have thus far, for our publishing project. Indeed
the experience is a humbling one.
-Daniel Canada a.k.a Obsidian
(I encourage all to check out the site):
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1760160869/historical-fiction-about-ancient-babylon-and-assyr
-Daniel Canada a.k.a Obsidian
(I encourage all to check out the site):
http://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1760160869/historical-fiction-about-ancient-babylon-and-assyr
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Merrily Merrily Merrily Merrily...life is but a Dream!...
The
Grateful Dead
By Obsidian c.2013
God is good
God is merciful
to the dead
to those who have
died before their time
and are left to roam
a scorched & inhabited earth
as citizens
of the Great USA
& of the world
denizens of the departed
partying a little too loud
above the dens
of crowded bars
& Irish pubs
glasses held high
in a myriad of toasts
& braggadocio boasts
of how the glow has
left their eyes
eons
afore the founding
of the world
they brag out loud
@ poetry haunts
in metered poems
haikus
& yes!
iambic pentameters
curse verses for the dead
those flamboyant party animals
set about as traps
in your love-feasts
& soirées
keep your eye peeled
on them
for these are the fortunate ones
counted among the grateful dead
the departed
life of the parties
merrily saying all along
words like
we didn't start the fire
& it will go on
without us...
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Hobo Handbook: Memoirs of a Homeless Poet in New York (Excerpt #45)
THE HOBO
HANDBOOK: MEMOIRS OF A HOMELESS POET IN NEW YORK
By Daniel Canada c.2010
CHAPTER FOUR THE GOVERNMENT
"The best thing you can do for the poor is
not to become one of them."-Rev. Ike [Rev. Frederick J. Eikerenkoetter the
2nd]
GOVERNMENT is defined as “A form or system of rule by which a
state is governed.” At this point I wish to make a necessary clarification. When
I talk about the government, I am not referring to the President of the United
States, Congress, The Senate, or the House of Representatives, which, for the
most part, work hard in their assigned tasks to serve the country. Neither am I
referring to the Governor of the State and the local State organs of administration.
I am, however, referring to the national and
local bureaucratic machinery, with its countless, cumbersome, wheels and tired
cogs, which churn endlessly to no-one’s advantage but its own.
That’s right. I’m shinning a flashlight into
the gnarly cracks and crevices of the hither-to-unknown, little, comfortable,
and useless, government, civil-servant-bureaucrat.
These are the jokers, who sit behind enormous desks with their eyes
glued to their watches, counting time and waiting to get in enough years
accumulated, in order to get a fat, cushy, government retirement check. Yes,
I’m referring to these bastards, as well as the apparatus that deals with
housing the homeless and, supposedly, helping them acquire a decent place of
residence. This includes the office of Public Assistance, which is
supposed to provide adequate food stamps, Medicare and Medicaid assistance to
those who qualify, as well. If there was such an animal as “Quality Assurance,”
you can rest assure these guys and gals would fail woefully in measuring up to the
aptitude of their task.
First, I will discuss the pathetic office of
Public Assistance.
Already I see the miserly bureaucrats running for cover and ducking under the
protection of their paper-latent desks.
(To be continued...)
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