Thursday, December 16, 2010

Happy Holidays

The Twelve Days of an American Christmas
Season's greetings to you and your family, gentle reader.

On the Twelfth day of an "American" Christmas, said country gave to thee...
Twelve more tattlers telling,
Eleven voters griping,
Ten Mexican drug lords,
Nine Christians condemning,
Eight Miss America’s mashing,
Seven bankers playing,
Six censured Senators,
Five Wikileaks,
Four blocks from ground zero,
Three sides of freedom fries,
Two political parties and
One Congress trapped by ideology

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Friday, December 10, 2010

More Lore Than Lie

Had the high school high score
Exit through the back door
Drugs a’plenty was a choice
After that I found my voice
In middle teens I took my chance
I learned to drink, I learned to dance
When the lid came off a favourite place
I left that scene without a trace

Travellin shoes helped see the sights
Going blue on lonely SF nights
Always ready for a signal or sign
Cotton’s thready but hemp is fine
Amsterdamage impact on the Riviera
Black leather jackets and pink mascara
California, on my Malibu, spittin out 320
Living up the high life in the land of planty

Then home to hear a last request
“Get the bullshit off your chest”
Saturn returning my Mom’s bequest
As I simply layed her down to rest
Ten years later when my father died
His eyes were alert and open wide
A reason to celebrate under her skies
If feeling our feelings makes us wise

College and careering down several roads
Too many times carting too many loads
Steve Jobs put me back in time, to school
This time well-focussed and nobody’s fool
Quantum-ready and steady in my tracks
Never used the gates as I stayed with Max
Learned about tools and the mystery hacks
Learning all the time the lesson of the stacks

T’was harsh, abuse suffered as a child
That made me wanting and left me wild
Recovery took over thirty years of healing
The wife talks me down from the ceiling
She is my sweetheart and I’m her man
There is no other option or another plan
Once I became we there’s no turning back
No need for favours when the Sun turns black

Helped build some stuff, some products even sold
Never enough to earn a substantial sum of gold
I’m told it doesn’t matter, you are where you stand
I mourn for time wasted working up another plan
Action’s in the doing, not viewing scene-by-screen
It’s all about interaction, not what’s in between
Walking past primitive goals to work towards a prize
To operate the God-machine under heaven’s skies

Learned a song of interface in sixty-four bit time
Of Yin and Yang I sing and sang for dollar or for dime
Twenty-three by thirty-two and then divide by Pi
This machine, the software, can always get me high
Producer, contractor conductor, reader and writer
Painter, photographer, fantasist, and fighter
How the mind is operated by the system you use
And the intellect dulled just by trusting TV news

The Extropian dream may be well beyond my days
But not beyond perception or a long, hungry, gaze
In the realm of imagination the future fits the past
For all the players present are essential to the cast
What’s new is so fresh as to frighten those now old
Used to business based on what is bought and sold
The Internet, and virtual worlds, are relatively free
This upsets some older people but really tickles me

The imminent values of future are not about wealth
Or pride, and/or politics, and rising cost of health
The values of the future teaches everyone to share
The death of deprivation brings a freshness to the air
The greening of convention delivers us new awareness
As lifelong learning leads to more negotiating fairness
As expectations plunge history becomes permanent
And signs of the judge and jury returning are imminent

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Vancouverland (revised lyrics)

You think you do but you don’t understand,
You’re living in shadows and you think it grand,
You slink by slow while your heart fires fanned
Welcome to Vancouverland!

A land of plenty with the mountains on-hand
Popular goods available on demand
Everything is open and little is banned
Snells alot like Vancouverland!

If the parks have trees and beaches have sand
If the girls are pretty and the boys are tanned
If the music is too loud and mostly canned
You must be living in Vancouverland!

Vancouver is a situation on a peninsula
Vancouver has no radiation and runs on electrical
Vancouver suffers speculation making rich criminals
Vancouver buffered waiting for wickedest wave to come

You think you do but you don’t understand,
Living in the shadows of the promised land,
People living green and the streets well planned,
This here is Vancouverland!

A land of excitement where riots are banned
Popular drugs available on demand
Everything’s open and the cops well-manned
Reels alot like Vancouverland!

If the girls kick ass and the boys eat sand
If girls have fleas say the boys in the band
If the music is too loud and globally panned
You must be living in Vancouverland!

Gimme a V, gimme an A, a gimme an N C O U V E R!
Gimme a V, gimme an A, a gimme an N C O U V E R!
What’ya got? What’ya got?
You got the prettiest little city you ever could really want
What’ye got?? What’ye got?? You got...
Vancouver, my hometown is called Vancouver...
Vancouver, Vancouver

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

For His Nibs: A Memorial

December 8th, 2010: Thirty years ago John Lennon was shot and killed in front of his house. We continue to mourn the tragedy of losing such a creative genius, loving partner and father.

T’was thirty uears ago today
Sgt. Pepper was killed in front of his wife
T’was thirty years ago today
Sgt. Pepper had access denied to his life

The Sargent and his wife-o
Loved a song and making people dance
The Sargent and his wife-o
Thought it wrong not giving peace a chance

Thirty years after the murder
Bitter feelings emerge, congealing the act
Thirty years after the murder
Still suffering back here, we conceal the fact

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Say You Love Me

Offering a pop confection from an unlikely source but the hand of satire knows not of boundaries or limitation... The complete song can be heard at:

be my lover, be my lover, baby
be my lover, say you love me
be my lover, be my lover, baby

Play me songs that tell me tale and tune of how it is
Let the fever go and show me that I’m feeling it now
Feeling low, I’m feeling sad becaise you are not here
Hold me baby, as you do now can you feel my fear?

be my lover, be my lover, baby
say you love me, say I love you too
be my lover, see my lover, baby

Ever since I walked down that road,
Ever since I walked into that hole
When I found you standing there
Holding onto a small piece of my soul

be my lover, be my lover, baby
say I love you, say you love me too
be my lover, see my lover, baby

As I walk along the road beside you I can see a light
As we pass through a darkness I know we can beat the night
Everything we know we brought back home together and true
When we bring it back and it comes right back inside of you
And you know you care, always count to raise a tear
No matter where you go you will always find it here

be my lover, be my lover, baby
say I love you, say you love me
be my lover, to my lover, baby
Be my lover, say you love me yeah

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Anti-Remembrance Day II

As I stated last year, I am against how this celebration has evolved from a day of honouring all those humans killed by warfare to the to a day of blind worship of war itself. It has been ten years now that Canada, my country, has been killing and dying in Afghanistan. and the fear that drove us to invade originally has actually increased over time.

My position is that any soldier, every soldier, has made a choice to be a soldier, chose to be in combat, and choose to use their weapon. The small child, dying from "collateral damage" has no choice but to suffer.

Afghanistan demands a planet stand
On guard, on demand, on the runway
Afghanistan does not quite understand
The economics of war and the gun way

Afghanistan commands our attention
Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Afghanistan serves as an extension
Hard to pay back if you only borrow

Afghanistan, old Afghanistan
Woe unto to you Afghanistan
In no position to insist or demand
Want to know but don’t understand
An endless campaign not well planned
Woe unto to old Afghanistan

Afghanistan now a righteous reminder
Of the way that warfare imbalances roles
Afghanistan now that explosives defined her
A tale of illusion found in between poles

Afghanistan conquers by not really trying
As thousands of troops pour into that land
Afghanistan offers up death and the dying
The degradation of life in the palm of a hand

Afghanistan, old Afghanistan
Woe unto to you Afghanistan
In no position to insist or demand
Wants to know but just doesn’t understand
An endless campaign not very well planned
Woe unto to old Afghanistan

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Sunday, November 7, 2010

the way of the system...

System has promoted, hardcore encoded,
People have voted, our revolver reloaded

System has failed, heartily disgusted,
Innocence jailed, people once trusted

System subjective, subsequently deflected,
Subject to directive, diabolically directed

System hedonistic then barometric changes,
Suddenly pessimistic, completely rearranges

System symptomatic,still with it’s adherents,
Enraged and emphatic, rotting in appearance,

System patriarchal has little left for giving,
Lost it’s shiny sparkle if you struggle for a living

System crash is near, take it as it comes,
The other skin feels fear so listen for the drums

System seems so alien so play it as it lays,
we who are mammalian see ways to better days

System is trancemagic
Fascistic and fantastic
Delicious and dramatic
Religious and fanatic

System is says sages, outrageous, contagious, in stages, lost wages in cages…

System transcending, pretending, comprehending, ever bending, soon ending...

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Half-Truth Blues

If I ever possessed one million dollars
It would cost two billion to take a shit
If I ever had my own number one single
Everyone else would have had their hit

If I possessed those natural good looks
Strong chiselled jaw and the perfect hair
The odds would then favour readers of books
Other objects of desire that remained unaware

If we sought to completely empty the mind
It would naturally fill with an essential clatter
As if “sucks to be you” was just cruel to be kind
As the manager went with a different batter

If a tryst that was missed is so easily passed
Whether both sides either blessed or cursed
In seeking to ignore those lessons that last
Why lessons of the past need to be rehearsed

If the old, and the new, are constant reminder
Mistakes that we make displace us like rain
Story of a woman is that no man defines her
Any hole in her heart is now born of her brain

If legacy of half-truths and lies defies the facts
Then power that corrupts us all is absolutely real
As we cower in shadows and hide behind our Macs
The hour that commands us reminds us all to feel

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

On Becoming

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means dominant dog set completely free
Means radical rant stem from inside of me

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means travelling the world from sea to sea
Means unravelling the past so I don’t flee

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means creating a world that I want to see
Means serving people with a desperate plea

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means seeking the source that holds the key
Means solacing the soul that climbs the tree

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means searching inside comes with it’s fee
Means processing progress while avoiding T.V.

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means searching the soul from sourcing a need
Means bending the will until boundaries bleed

Becoming the person I was meant to be
Means learning the hard lessons one at a time
Means one mistake after another down the line

Becoming this person I was meant to be
Means everything that is unknown to me
Means all things ever known and will ever be

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Christians and Moslems and Jews, oh my!

These three Monotheistics are grotesquely intertwined
One is ashamed, one is enflamed, and one left undefined
Their word from God is rarely on but always being heard
He speaks to shame, poor medicine where none are cured

Three Monolithic opinions leave the rest of us few options
They operate, and venerate, through lies and cold duplicity
Building on conversion rates with birthrights and adoptions
They dominate, and legislate, with their localized electricity

When they navigate they eliminate and don’t like to negotiate
Bibles are law in many lands with public money in private hands
They operate so as to isolate until they fear you won’t co-operate
Sacred laws can hide away flaws and help support illicit plans

People don’t grow on trees allowed to do anything they please
Supernatural tales of folks inside of whales always gives us concern
Why these things come in threes and are always covered in cheese
Sit back and take a few tokes and soon enough you start to learn

Lions and Tigers and Bears live their wilderness lives mostly unawares
When not being dominated by the strictures of man, animals understand
Climbing ladders, falling down stairs, a leadership class that often shares
Eliminated by the ever-present hand, animals are victim of the planned

Christians and Moslems and Jews are limiting your right to choose
If more than one God your religion is flawed and thus your word is drek
No matter what it is you want to lose this unholy Trio will bury any clues
If you fight their fraud they’ll think you’re odd and send your soul to heck

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thoughts and Retractions

Moslems are responsible for 9/11
In the same sense that Christians
are responsible for the holocaust! 

Between psychotic and patriotic there’s a very thin, grey line…

That Moment…
In the cold breaking dawn the Earth began to tremble in a terrible, dynamic, event that changed everything forever. Subtle waves at first and then a tangible shift in momentum as the Earth began to shake with a violence unknown in recent history. Not since the fabled, ill-fated, drowning of Atlantis had such an extreme occurrence devastated surrounding regions, and negatively impacting the nearby continents, which stood now half-destroyed, awaiting repairs that will never come. 

Rhymes W/ Species
Calling on spectral ancestors, learning more about how to reveal
 All ideas are subjective simplots of inner missions brought to life
Learning to love mean finally, authentically, learning how to feel
Bless those eternally wiser skies that ever advised our valley clear

Born blocks away from an ocean’s edge, port city taught about life
Spilling over with treasures and her share of sad measures, please
Had the sensual pleasures and suffered the typical bursts of strife
Met three different Prime Ministers, all born to lie from the knees

Experience gained throughout the healing has made me more alive
I’ve always attempted to be authentic, I just didn’t know how to feel
Mom married my Dad only once, but my father had to have his five
Taught to pump out a cold winter brew until I caught a plan to heal

What does this teach a human being trying to make their own way?
After fifty years, you accept that gears must shift to make for flow
Intention connects emotion - in effect that’s how this game is played
As long as breath and blood exist, you’re ready-set, psyched, to know

Do you like pop sounds, are you warming up to the next surprise?
From me you will see few favours and I not tell you too many lies
The truth of evidence clearly indicates that existence has no equal
We would all appreciate more years even if we’re sold on a sequel

Planning to peak at a point past fifty reveals a long-term plan
The Coyote-Raven-Trickster deity offers BC-Boy another new role
People, planet, and Web colliding is what I learned to understand
Instead here I am performing on-stage trading on bits of my soul

My OCD shows that I’m primed to rhyme as long as I sense a beat
With compunction and compulsion couplets chiming down the line
It’s my connection to reality that sustains my network on the street
Western government preparing for more war is never a good sign

Here’s a tale of surviving war and a new set of brand expectations
Some jokes about the money supply and learning to speak Chinese
Chapel perilous looms ahead despite your advancing hesitations
Tag me as a friend of humans who have come down from the trees

Since Hendrix died, I have tried to live a life that is self-compliant
Forty years of both smiles and fears erecting bridges and walls
Mantra of generation blank verse to make art and life self-reliant
Shifting gears can bury the tears if you trade for beers and balls

A future unlike anything I or, you or, anyone could or can stream
A century becomes a decade, then a year, then an hour, in a minute
Compression keeps rhythms reflective and something you can dream
Don’t scream at your new brand life just to tell yourself you’re init

As a punk I was totally drunk on my own raw power before I learned
That power and people do not work unless you operate as a collective
Within a corporate structure I always felt that I got badly burned
Premise and promise of power never fit within my own perspective

I wanted to make a living knowing I would never make a killing
Tales of crazy corporate cannibals sent me running back to school
Teaching was intellectually rewarding but not so terribly thrilling
Now I preach of the Pagan Gods hoping they see more than a fool

Your remarkable journey begins and ends within a single wheel
The core of your invention is the home and heart you hope to heal
A distance you navigate in relation to the degree you have awoken
The depth of your intention creates the gateways you always open

Circumference of the circle is relative to everyone’s Karmic history
Like fingerprints and snowflakes no one alike can ever be the same
Infinity is a very, very long time and so the end remains a mystery
Any final score doesn’t matter as much as how you played your game

Did you live life within honour and basic respect for the humanimal?
Did you help those less fortunate improve their lot using your skills?
Did you eat and drink all day and night as if living inside a Carnival?
Do you employ a natural healing or depend on over-prescribed pills?

Did you sip on a Starbucks latté critiquing the ugly fate of the poor?
Did you balance the investments so that others lost a little bit more?
Did you reject folks on the street to protest the insane greed of war?
Do you even suspect you are loathsome right down inside your core?

The values of life cannot be suppressed by politics nor man’s power
Achievements through centuries testify to humanities refinement
No matter the more you work the more you lose by day and by hour
Learning to play within the vibration of gravities enlightenment

The mystery of mind-body-love correlation is found inside, not out
Key to solving human refraction is in psychedelic neuroprocessing
Hysteria surrounding inner exploration means to cause you doubt
Intention of alchemical integration to subvert central programming

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Rubber Bullet Ballet

As if dancing in slow motion, twisting in the wind
Marionettes with invisible strings pulled carelessly
If pain is to punish, how have these children sinned
On the barricades they meet you head-on fearlessly

The hits keep stinging,  the kids keep on bringing
Like a bee-sting with a whale’s bone still attached
The church bells ringing, the kids keep on singing
Like a rat-thing on your eye-phone that matched

A bit-rate keep growing and new seeds need sowing
Like a real thing that moves you towards simulation
The bankless are owing and resentment is growing
Like a sealed ring that keeps in fluid of transmission

Youth becomes aware, society must take great care
Like a black leather jacket and the passion for flight
As if on a dare, altitude and height produce rare air
Like a yellow-skinned village being bombed at night

Flip back and groove on that other space and time
When the cost of reconciliation was a riddle in the rhyme
When the toast of rhythm nation was innocent of a crime
A preternatural intelligence that crawled up from the slime

Generation’s ordeal to feel their presence on the wheel
Like the reassurance of not using their nuclear deterrents
On the chance that another country will ask them to deal
To claim inheritance, only used twice, by the grandparents

The next few years should reduce us to tears
Like a bond between silence and cosmic vibration
Sounds of gears shift as we blow past our last fears
Common ground, fought and found, as a sound sensation

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

R&R #3: The Great Banksy Robbery

Art Is The Lie That Reveals a Truth…
                                        : (attributed to) Mozart

In one of the greatest screen debuts in recent cinema history, the noted street artist slash anarchist Banksy has released his first film, a feature-length documentary called, “Exit Through The Gift Shop.”  The film, directed, written, and produced by the noted Neoist Banksy, is a brilliant look into the history of street art/stencil art but it also an amazing commentary on our times, on the nature of art, the value of an idea, within the structure of the beginning, middle, and end of a art movement. All of this wrapped in the greatest grift-movie since The Sting, the neo-con here is about how the audience must keep their wits whilst watching this event. As the story unfolds, certain questions begin to form in your mind like, “did this actually happen?” and “ what just happened?” are among the comments I overheard shortly after the film ended.

Banksy has done the near impossible. He has crafted a film that is part oral history, part memoir, part con job, and completely worthy of all appreciation offered. With this film, he has pulled back the curtain of the art world to reveal the role of ego and money found in the mix. It is in the corruption of the “street art” movement that is documented and since Banksy was/is a leader of the movement and a major talent as this film so aptly demonstrates. In parts outrageous, hilarious, dangerous, and an effective cure for anyone suffering from a post-modern hangover. 

This is protest and commentary at its best as Banksy, aided by another now damous street artist Shephard Fairey, manages to pull the wool up to the last frame and beyond the film for the true believers. Is it rue and does it really matter. Whether or not an eleaborate prank, Exit Through The Gift Shop makes for a great film. Other writers have suggested the film is an overblown bit of egofeed perpetrated by a couple of nwo-vaudvillians. That too may be true but the lasting effect is to watch a genuine movement rise and fall during an age of massively marketable multimedia and Banksy sculptures regularily get $500,000 at auction. According to Banksy, in a recent interview, the (scam) artist known as Mr. Brainwash can now fetch twice that amount at auction. We are indeed living through interesting times.

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Too Broke To Toke

Down to dollars in pocket change
The rent and food took all my money
Cannot afford this, my home on the range
This financial crisis is not very funny

My reputation as the stone now put at risk
The price of the medicine is set too high
Sales of the product are unusually brisk
Too many people simply trying to get by

Without relief the world is too straight
Majors and criminals make all the rules
Within their belief they struggle to relate
Jerkoffs and Generals stroking their tools

Too tired to fight and too broke to toke
Ready to wash away trouble with smoke
Good folks made criminal as a nasty joke
Powers that be and the pain they invoke

Price controls for pot now set artificially high
Dealers depend on law to establish a price
Drugs are always bad is governments reply
So medicate with alcohol and every other vice

Legal pharmaceutical  lobby must have their way
Paying off the politicians never comes cheap
Imagine every person losing 20% of their pay
Cost of doing business with cartels is ever steep

Such a miracle of nature is a gift from the Mother
Like microbes and mushrooms just part of our path
You can live life out in the world or go undercover
Results are entirely up to you if you do the math

Too tired to fight and too broke to toke
Ready to wash away my trouble with smoke
Good folks made into criminals is a truly nasty joke
The pains that exist and the powers they invoke

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Let Me First Introduce You To The Thirst

Just want to make a living
Concentrate on love and giving
Generous with my time and billing
I don’t need to make a killing

If you’re n for a penny, then you’re in for a chilling
Seems that processing progress is over, God willing
As for over-consumption the gumption is going
As a function of physics is growing the knowing

The greatest of our works is in all ways before us
Now taking the lead having come from the chorus
Don’t bore us at all with your knowledge of waste
By using your mouth to display your good taste

If you want me to speak, you’re playing with fire
The best-before date on my voice is set to expire
Off the wire, I’m free to roam within a certain range
Think I’ll go and visit my old friend Bebe LaStrange

The greening of America is enough to amuse me
The preening of the show birds is set-up to abuse me
Don’t use me and then tell me that all sales are final
Don’t limit, try and sell me downloadables on vinyl

The excess of success has horrified the working masses
Selling anything to anyone for access to backstage passes
The cold and crass are mortified by any showing of emotion
Over-sold on ass, that the qualified do it all without a notion

With creation, let your limits become your starting point
Downward emanations only help prepare you to anoint
Smoke a joint, let the lavish flow of feelings fast and free
No explanation needed when dealing with the likes of me

Just sit back, at your comfort, and be quietly offended
Saying these words out-loud now as originally intended
Suddenly I’ve descended and you’re simply over-extended
I am no thing if not ever ready and presently attended

Not yet in suspenders or ever completely comprehended
Then comes your apprehension which stands you unattended
Barely reinvented yet rapidly spreading diabolical dissension
Until suspension requires a full release of imagination’s tension

I am my suspicions run rampant with ambitions
The injection is piercing the source of my forced mind
Rejection of the amended was kind to those intentioned
Unable to transcend the typical course was aforementioned

I owe fealty to a northern kind and to all of her sisters
I deal in hard reality, the kind that brings on blisters
Smoking my testers, so begins the tail for the misters
Mostly mind disasters, mixing dinosaurs with twisters

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Back In The Day

Back in the mid-late Nineteen-Hundreds
We never wondered why without cause
Hacking into the perilous future
The process of progress reveals our flaws

In a previous century humanity left a mark
That cars left scars was never in great doubt
The lack of oil prompted the first original spark
Night-time stars burn themselves inside out

The first wave hit us with elemental energy
Air, Earth, Fire, Water together could produce
Clean, renewable, power from a holy synergy
Endless carbon waste would now reduce

Second wave brought it home at a personal cost
"Everything you know is wrong," said a voice inside
We began to sing a sacred song to integrate the lost
Next to you the ones you love most are by your side

The valley throat-sings a celebration of passion
The mountains surrounding beatbox her song
The predator race that no longer can cash-in
Having lived in the recent past going gone wrong

Who could anticipate the rise in the power of she
Force born inside now dedicated to a total change
Grew strong from a new understaning born in he
Third wave from birth to grave process can derange

Looking back upon the past gives the cause to paws
Children born of nature know that she brings the wave
Humanity is more than fine when creating art and laws
Without sustainable goals and roles - nothing left to pave

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

August Angst

One Liners Department…
Oozing out from beneath the slime, comes our times…
Porklips, a sure sign of the impending swine-age…
Is it really political satire if you cannot sense difference…
A logical disconnect from the “supernatural” religions…
Who base laws and philosophies on tribal superstitions…

Q: Why poorer nations on earth suffer perpetual crisis?
A: Third world debt accumulates at first world prices!!!

“Nothing costs more than what you don’t pay for…” 
W.S. Burroughs

It’s not like most folk live surrounded by riches,
No doubt, we’re all crawling up from ditches
Not unlike those other poor, stone cold, sons of bitches
Bursting out of stitches because we scratched what itches

Iraq Update
Last Wednesday, August 18th, 2010, the war in Iraq, “Operation Iraqi Freedom” was officially declared over the U.S. State Department. One official declared the contest, “a clear win for America and a tie for the Iraqi people.”

“Yes Fred, it was a great day for the American forces as they drove over the Iraq/Kuwait border to the adoring cries of few to none. The streets were essentially deserted as the last U.S. combat brigade made its way out of Iraq signalling the official end of the liberation effort to free the Iraqi people from such necessities as soap, antibiotics, cooking oil, and clean water. Said a spokesman for the Pentagon, Colonel Rufus “Whirly” Ostermeyer, “We did a good thing for the American people. Hell, in the past seven years we have exploded enough ordinance to keep at least half the States in near steady employment. Barney in the S&S said that we dropped half the total tonnage used in Vietnam, in one year, on top of Bagdad that one night!”

Afghanistan Update
Try to understand the story of war in Afghanistan
After Mongols invaded Afghani people hatched a plan
History instructs that Afghans invented counter-insurgency
They then made for the Mongols both crisis and emergency

Culture and civilization stem from Iran and Afghanistan
Where we first put the pieces of modern life together
Why is it both of these nations have suffered a stand
From closeted Americans with a thing for heavy leather

It’s been the same story for Three Thousand years
It always been a story of epic suffering and tears
You want to claim glory and actually beat the Gods
Best avoid Afghanistant which carries terrible odds

To Wake and Bake
Wakey-Bakey with that wacky tobaccy
Was depressed, just trying to get happy
Inactive of late, so I’ve taken to my bed
Can’t seem to get that sad song out of my head

Crazy, hazy, daze that bear no repeating
Sad to say, any excuse becomes defeating
Money is empty and most of fun is fleeting
How you get by so depends upon your seating

Wackey-tobackey is the medicine of my life
A fucked-up society and a tolerant wife
My simple heartache has not gone far away
Yet, here I am smoking two grams a day

Another garage band, middle-age music fan
Trying to change the world with their toonz
Another disabled man without a master plan
Trying to wrestle some truth from the ruins

Elegy for Angela, Who Was Murdered
Angela, you deserved better
Than the world would ever offer
Angela, laying back on her decliner
Wherever you are, you have your honor

Angela, you had special needs
Before society knew what that meant
Angela, for wicked fate my heart bleeds
You took on life and living with a singular bent

Angela, chose the hardest path of existance
Whose wonky eye would get her constantly picked on
On the downtown eastside she set up a camp of resistance
Then she fell under the deadly eye of Farmer Robert Picton

Angela, there’s a peace in death you never knew in life
This life was short but not so sweet either woman or girl
The next visit you make you might be a husband or a wife
Angela, you were much to soft to surivive in such a world

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Oji Had a Crazy Dream

Oji had a crazy dream to set the entire world on fire
Oji had to scream whenever one of his compatriots retired
Oji had no idea of how and why they had conspired
Oji had to cream things playing the wicked and the wired

Oji had a problem posed for those in the wicked west
Oji had his victim planned would describes it best
Oji had an attitude that would not pass the acid test
Oji had it made and made him mad to face his quest

Oji had a vision filled with virgins and delight
Oji had permission changing people’s day into night
Oji had his fission hidden on a mission to maim the might
Oju had to battle his desire to run far from the fight

Oji had an urgency, destroy them all and then the rest
Oji had twenty-pound of explosive strapped onto his chest
Oji had his reasons for wearing a deadly ball-bearing vest
He had watched entire families die and since has had no rest

Oji had no excuses left but to walk among the disbelievers
Oji had left notice that his cousins be his soul’s receivers
Oji had been programmed by the lies of arrogant deceivers
Oji had killed with his heart those cruel christian conceivers

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

What Freedom Is and Is Not

Today, Wednesday August 18th, 2010, the war in Iraq, “Operation Iraqi Freedom” is officially declared over said the U.S. State Department. One official declared the contest, “a clear win for America and a tie for the Iraqi people.”

Freedom is not an African-American President and
Freedom is not even a future female President and
Freedom is not the struggle to balance eternal forces
Freedom is in your ability to really learn from courses

Freedom once meant that shackles and chains be released
Freedom meant the lifespan of people sharply increased
Freedom is always a two-edged sword that cuts both ways
Freedom is finally speaking your mind before the end of days

Freedom for the first and last is a noble frame of mind
Freedom for a mass of humans and the best of human-kind
Freedom can mean deadly words ever spoken half in jest
Freedom can mean burning the map after you find the chest

Freedom is a two-bit word for losing your right to care
Freedom is a concept of which most are truly unaware
Freedom comes in degrees and is relentless in gaining traction
Freedom is a call for not supporting the endless over-reaction

Freedom is a two-fer one where that for them is said for you
Freedom is obliterated with harmful concepts like church or zoo
Freedom is any bird, fish or mammal not locked away in a cage
Freedom is encouraging every one to feel and heal their rage

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Movie R&R #2

Movie Reconnaissance and Roundup
The latest, the baddest, the broadest, the forecast on feature films.

I know now that the greatest legacy I leave behind, for my God-Daughter and others, will not be the volumes of words, or the art works, or even any of my personal possessions. The greatest legacy I could leave will be a collection of feature films on disk. (I transfer all of my DVD’s onto a hard disk as a performance issue providing smoother playback onto one of two One-Terrabyte drives.)

When I originally bought a Five Hundred Gigabyte drive I though I would be set. But then, suddenly one afternoon, I had the idea of having access to as many titles as possible at any given moment. Soon after, I realized I was a movie hoarder who would never know an end to his need for collecting movies. What at first was an interest soon became a minor obsession. Nothing goes to waste as I enjoy repeat performances almost as much as the initial viewing and in the case of complex plots I get more from second and third viewings.

Like every other collector out there, I like to think I collect only good or great movies and if it is a bad movie then it is a good or great bad movie. Having watched a few hundred MST3K episodes, I can testify that there are bad movies out there that stink so high they could peel a fresh coat of paint off your family room wall. This kind of drek are, sometimes, unforgivable films made by terribly compromised directors, apparently working from a script, with, or without, a crew that secretly worked to destroy the project from day one financed by angry investors.

Unfortunately, the above mentioned scenario is more common than understood until you realize that so many movies, foreign and domestic, are released every day. Thanks to Internet, awareness of movies has never been more scrutinized and thanks to technology films are getting easier to make. This is a coin where both sides suggest that more and more films will be made, over the next decade, and fewer and fewer will actually be worth watching.

But, having been a movie maniac for over thirty years, I can assure you that the vast majority of films mentioned here, in a positive light, will deserve at least a single viewing. Lately, I have enjoyed Centurion, The Losers, Inception (a must see, more than twice), Dinner with Schmucks, Despicable Me, and that’s about it. This summer has to rate up there among the worst summers for movies, blockbusters or otherwise, since the mid-late Seventies. Not since the summer of Jaws 4 have we seen such a poor showing on display. The repeats, mostly third versions, uniformly sucked and those novel offerings like Salt or The Sorcerers Apprentice were mushy-mealy congloption  of retread ideas that carried little weight.

For my dollar, the best movie of this past summer season was The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo. Of all the movies I have seen this past summer only one has scored an out of the park home run. I was cheering in my seat when our heroine, the girl with said tattoo, triumphed over the bad guys (Nazis!). Interestingly, the film was neither made nor released this Summer. That there are two more films in this trilogy is comforting reassurance that fine films are being all the time. The challenge is to wade through the crap to discover those pearls and this I pledge to do for my readership.

© 2010 Advice-For-Young-People
© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Apocalypse 2010

August.17. 2010
Beat Liberation Technologies (BLT) First Audio Event
BLT studies the sacred writings and recordings of an era of madness when stories of war, and rumours of war, toasted and tested people’s perceptions on a regular basis. The Spirit Guides of BLT (Burroughs, Ginsburg, etcetera) remain the greatest source of inspiration for the first post punk-rock generation that arose from their ashes. In a grim celebration of singular death-wish motivations cloaked in rituals of greed, casual brutality and isolationist desolation BLT present a case for synergy between spoken-word, found sound, and loop.

The initial release from Beat Liberation Technologies is entitled:

WSB’s Apocalypse 2010 (5:21) 1.2010

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf (Beat Liberation Technologies)
© 2010 Hottest Year Ever On Record Productions

Rack'em and Rant 1.1

The lessons of Afghanistan were lost on us in Vietnam
Either we actually cannot learn or we just don’t give a damn
Try to understand, for these poor results, there’s a master plan
Brought to us by Americans eager to fan the flames of war
Burning supplants learning in the USA, and in Britain at the
Court of St. James, as if earning respect comes from neglect.
That those misdirected and covertly connected  resources are
gathering forces from various frames to bolster those now lame.
No fair amount of shame can be claimed by any American now in
Afghanistan as we demand the elected direct our troops abandon.
Their mission to make money from weapons and the act of war.
Their mission to control the flow, and distribution, of global peak oil.
Their mission to scare the world into prolonged economic submission.
Their mission to hold the world in that teetering, economic condition

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf
for Beat Liberation Technologies

Monday, August 16, 2010

(Are Those) Tear Stains on the Shroud of Turin

Christians wish to tell you there are so many things to sell you
They say, if they can smell you their sales pitch will compel you

The Christians have it planned that their leadership is manned
By those who understand that Pentecost means to take a stand

Christians offer traces of their ancient leather laces as
Initiates formed the basis of our current political stasis

The Christians base their fear on both smoke and mirror
Premise? You’ll be freer to invest your trust in their holy stee’r

Christians quiver and quake before their angry God
They’ve perpetuated global fraud since they shot their wad (1945)

The Christians truly wonder if another blunder can contain
Thor’s mighty thunder is quite a fright for a planet ripped asunder

Christians think they’re spinned to avoid the coming wind
They’re simply swimming finned in suggesting any have sinned

The Christians never pause in reference to their cause
Their fatal feast of flaws continues denying nature’s laws

Christians will compete and their need to win complete
It’s a matter of pride and conceit that they never admit defeat

The Christians have obsessions about profits and professions
A variety of processions when they take back their confessions

Christians are worst when it comes to being rehearsed
They search in spiritual thirst before anxiety helps them burst

The Christians promote a theology that regulates ideology
But ultimately technology will change humanity and it’s philosophy

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Canadian Complicity in Afghanistan

Canada is a first-world semi-socialist nation
Free medicine and cheap access to information
Subsidized housing and fair rules for recreation
Canada has always been a good semi-socialist nation

Canada has a deserved reputation
Of much clean water and oxygenation
If the US falls into complete devastation
The Canadian Shield may be our salvation

More university graduates than any nation
Canada, as a whole society, values education
Canada has a constant and smooth reputation
A little childhood poverty and urban degradation

You might think Canadians generous and kind
But they’re not really so, not in this rendition
Most Canadian’s are truly not in their right mind
In Canada, killing for war or sport is a national tradition

Canadian killers from the outside looking back
Spinning numbers to the media all war long
Afghanistan where troops are seen smoking crack
Listen to their words and the sound of their song

“The Afghani people are not your enemy!”
“They just look, walk, talk, act, and think like the enemy”

The Canadian people are voicing reservation
A decade of war dead has lost all fascination
Degradation of an invader has left its laceration
Stains upon the maple leaf are colonial radiation

The Canadian people are completely out of touch
Corporate media lies become their only moral crutch
Strong in the clutch, once proved well to the Dutch but
Said Alexander then of Afghanistan, “It’s all too much”

Prime Minister Harper, please give peace another chance
Let the people vote for you another circle dance
Let the ballots flow irregardless of the circumstance
Another chance to choose across the great expanse

This time, let us frame debate around this fucking war
Canadian soldiers dead, now more than seven score
Failed American policy revealed to be rotten at the core
No one here is able to deal with this oil war anymore

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Sunday, August 15, 2010

Movie Reconnaissance and Roundup (R&R)

The latest, the baddest, the broadest, the forecast on feature films.
I love movies although I have a love/hate relationship with film. I love movies like True Romance and Bliss and Valkarie Rising. Those are great movies that left something of themselves, and their makers, inside me and millions of fans worldwide. I am not a critic as I have never made a film so I will not be offering directors and screenwriters any advice on how they might have saved some lousy waste of stock.

I am simply a writer that watches between ten to fifteen movies per week and have done so for the past ten years. These days I rarely watch television as my media attention has migrated to the digital universe. I watch maybe ten hours of television per week but time for movies has a greater importance and I watch most movies on my computer’s large screen.

I like old movies, new movies, foreign films (dubbed and subtitled), and those types of movies yet to be invented. I like comedy, science fiction, action, zombie flicks, mysteries, thrillers, documentaries, drama, romantic comedies, experimental film, and even westerns. My tastes are fairly generic in that I usually like what’s popular and I like the quirky. (As an example, I think Crispin Glover is a stone-cold genius…)

I like independent movies, made with actors I’ve never heard of, on shoe-string budgets and by the seat of their pants. I like Hollywood excess especially when things explode or crash into something cool. I think most superstars are over-rated and most character actors are painfully under-rated. (I am a member of the James Hong fan club).

I like A films, B films, and even C films via Cinematic Titanic (Hey Joel). I like kung fu movies, vampire movies, sardonic British comedies, classic gangster films, film noir especially modern noirish fare like Ghost Writer.  I wait in line to see few films but there are more than a few directors that command me to leave my home and visit a theatre where I truly enjoy their visual feast and a massive screen experience.

I enjoy Quentin Tarantino and Roberto Rodriguez as much as I relish Polanski and Coppola as directing genius’. I loved Stanley Kubrick’s work and I think, or hope, that Frank Miller and Sophia Copolla may someday become a first-rate directors. In fact, I believe film directing to be the last bastion of the absolute dictators among us. Not that all successful directors are malevolent control-freaks - only the ones that I have actually met.

Finally, I believe that movies, and films, are among the most treasured and critical art-forms we cherish as a global society. Film becomes a metaphoric, and miraculous, medium of expression that captivates and educates in equal proportion. If I am a truly global citizen then I only understand the planet through actual travel and through film. The sophisticated human of the early Twenty-First Century should make it their goal to explore both modes on a regular basis. Perhaps not to the extent of your faithful correspondent who has rarely watched a movie where he was unable to get something in return.

More so these days, as things accelerate, any film must capture me within the opening frames and keep me close if it expects me to commit to a couple of hours. My time rises in value everyday as I progress closer to the moment when my time is no longer. Therefore, this column will acknowledge the value of your time and will only recommend, or even discuss, movies worth discussing. Some things are genuinely sacred and great movies only more so.

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Saturday, August 14, 2010

American Economic Interests

Thanks George
Here’s my take on our current global situation. Orwell had it right on. He had three super-states conducting their “forever war” that sustains their economies and dominates culture. What he missed, omitted?, was the concept that this is a religious war between the Big Three Religions,  Christianity, Islam, and Judaism. But most of the world realizes this as a battle between two tribes, Semitic tribes, the Israelites and their Semitic brothers in the various Arab nations.

The Turf War
The fight between Judaism and Islam is about more than a couple of hundred kilometers of beachfront, tastefully, strategically, located on the southern Mediterranean coast, conveniently located  between Lebanon and Egypt. And although the actual land is ground zero of the conflict this is not actually about Palestine at all. it’s really about control, well actually about U.S. and British co-control over the oil.

No Peace in Occupied Lands
Israel is a symbol of U.S. and British imperial aggression and remains the torment of surrounding nations since, under the guise of establishing a Jewish homeland, people in the region have perpetually lived in constant fear since around 1967 c.e.. People who have never felt anything but the wrath of war and the threat of escalation have been short-changed in a global  scenario where the U.S. “put-up-your-nukes" approach to diplomacy has won them few friends. U.S. imperialism begins in Israel but will it end in Afghanistan and Iraq? 

Feeling a Sickly Shame
Ironically, Israel is now in a predicament having used violence and fear of reprisal in a stick-without-a-carrot scenario for decades after having elected successive governments progressively moving further right along an ideological spectrum. These days, with “Bibi” in charge, the stick will grow heavier to wield and the surrogate wielder, both the Israeli people and Jews of the Diaspora, will share that special shame that comes from adopting the tactics, and principles, of the very people who once oppressed you.

A Chinese Option
I believe the world us awaiting the hand of China  start financing their own “foreign policy objectives,” objectives that will create markets for the wondrous goods and services that China can deliver. As the new century moves forward, China will begin to shine in much the same way the United States did shortly after WWII. Around the time of “Liking Ike” and “making Thunderbirds” the U.S. brought their own version of enlightened proactivity to the world stage through ideas like the Peace Corps, foreign aid, and projects like the Marshall plan in Europe after the Second World War. I have no doubt that China will ensure her own benefit as it helps many nations by taking up the market slack left by declining American interests. It should all come to pass by about 2025, c.e.. Hope I’m actuallu here to watch it all go down.

The Usual Suspects
As for Israel, the hostilities will continue as long as their is oil in the desert waiting to be extracted. Who does the extracting, who controls aspects of distribution can then influence the price and much more. The great user-groups, Britain, U.S., Europe, and to a lesser extent Asia, Africa, and South America must take some responsibility for the Middle East and the historical injustice done  the Palestinian people and for the long term economic damage done by U.S.-British led efforts to get the oil out of the ground while paying the absolute least they could get away with through use of warfare, torture, colonialism, and propaganda.

The Tide Not Yet Turned
The legacy of U.S. foreign policy, post-Bush era, are still criminal occupations where oil assets, and it's transport, are protected better than gold bullion in a central London bank. Thus the Iraqi and Afghan people have the sympathy of every man, women, on the planet not sitting in the lap of American economic interests.Only time, and the depletion of oil reserves, will allow the situation to progress towards an eventual, peaceful, solution.

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Vancouver Punk 77-79 (a memoir)

Was it the Japanese Hall or up on S.F.U.’s hill?
T’was it Smiling Buddha or the Windmill up the Mall?
At the Railway Club and a variety of culture halls
Commodore Ballroom being the baddest hall of all

The sound was so classic and now seems so elastic
The kids once combined the fantastic with the spastic
Surfing past the drastic they eschewed the fatalistic
In favour of the pragmatically stoic and realistic

Joe Shithead’s first band set a tenor and a tone,
Skulls brought Dimwit in from the Twilight Zone
Not yet dead on arrival, still Joey S. lives on
Banging on his heartbox and singing his socialist song

Subhumans were deadly but useless without
The Rabid, for openers, playing like a Reichstag rout
Sid Sick sang his song before a rowdy Randy Rampage
How a critical cast from the past, loudly turned their page

Denise Disgusting not another player unlike Jade Blade
Tiny Tina  met her match in Harry the holy Rubber Maid
Dennis Hopper dropped by to party and kick out some jams
That mosh exploded when his Hollywood shit hit some fans

From the first Modernettes to the last Pointed Sticks
They were  rocking pop songs without studio tricks
From the K’Tel’d  Young Canadians to Los Popularos
It all began with The Furies, it ended with Payola$

Bob Rock was the only player to make it really rich
He did so with his studio savvy and his perfect pitch
The hitch was he had to hang out with superstar fools
Who re-charged their careers by leaning on his tools

Never sexist, never racist, our politics were left alone
Nazi fascist skinheads were ever outcast on their own
We had Rock Against Prisons, Rock Against Racism
Sexism, Capitalism, even Rock Against Fascism

Still hoping we would die before we got too old
We made sure there’s no cure for the common cold
A legacy, bought and sold, that died within two years
Mad Dog, after The Clash sold out, shedding bitter tears

Those salad days prepared us for a great main meal
In the wings, an extra-large medium, was an extremely big deal
Internet would bind us and remind us of our duty to humanity as
Integrity grows synergy which reduces the criminal duality

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Urban America: God Shed His Blight On Thee

Seventeen years old, a solution in his right hand
Forty calibre justice brings confidence to every stride
Are you disrespctin? Do I have to deal with your kind?
A deadly mix of rhythm and crime fuelling youthful pride

Is today destined to be the day that I die?
Is momma and my aunties ready set to cry?
Why the lower classes learn to hate one another?
How colours can turn a man against his brother?

Teens in trouble start in by dealing with thugs
In a search for their open spaces they get high
Too late, they find few answers with drugs
A spiritual vacuum that does not try to apply

Lack of education from conservative views
Abstinence advice and other bad news
Babies raising babies without any support
Regretting their decision to not abort

Creating more fodder for the cannons of war
Young mothers producing what the system needs
The owners rejoicing at the fate of the poor
Feed it dope and sugar just as long as it breeds

It’s not surprising but it is illuminating how
Capital needs poverty, offering a lack of stimulation
Young minds bleeding, low survival past puberty
If school’s for fools then prison’s for graduation

Unconscious hatred is planted in the drivers seat
A second generation of the urban apocalypse
Hard drug addicts are dancing to a different beat
Racism and sexism on top of a deadly list of trips

Envy is a major motivator beyond the neighbourhood
Presidents and Prime Ministers covet another’s grass
They lie when telling you their doing it for your own good
Most disinformation is designed to cover-up a lying ass

We’re taught hate by slaves who learned it from slaves
We’re taught not to be concerned because Jesus saves
Over our graves is a stone that tries, in vain, to say
It was what it was and why it went down that way

Subject to confinement from a lack of education
My criminal refinement came from my incarceration
The stressors of existence began to threaten me
When I could not remember what it was to be free

The political violence that comes from our masters
Stems from our ignorance when creating disasters
That harms you and yours on a regular basis and are
Traced back to ideas both sexist and racist

Those people are weaker and slower, more duty
These people are stronger and faster, more beauty
People, no matter where, think it’s better over there
Jealousy evolved to hatred more than willing to share

Some people are shorter, some people are tall
Some people have no height and aren’t here at all
Some people are fatter, some people are thin
Some people can fit on to the head of a pin

No grace or true hope can amount much from wealth
So keep your own time and work on your good health
Your mission is your life and to own your intelligence
Just check all of your facts and do your due diligence

Families, in reality, provides foundations for stability
Communication, team rapport, integral integration
In most neighbourhoods it’s the Mothers’ shaping reality
Their determination means deep support for education

Communities, ultimately, are the grounds of any certainty
People live, grow, and die and are centred by interpolation
These times of hardship create a sense of certain urgency
Steeples fall subject to certain sanctions and degradation

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Wednesday, August 11, 2010


Part One: Bootstrapping Imagination
Space migration demands that intelligence be squared
Life extension knows that death deferred be not impaired
The slave gods control you to have you worship them in fear
With one hand in your pocket, they whisper madness in your ear

Intelligent agents dictate ex-holy slave gods fade away
Post-Humanity activates the people’s right to love and play
Night and day we contemplate our immediate fate and calculate
Why people rarely regulate their creature ‘ill it’s far too late…

Part Two: Engaging a Holistic Approach

It’s to the slave god’s advantage that you’re adept in isolation
Whether you go along with their immaculate pre-conflagration
Deception was infectious and when truth finally does go viral
Perception of religion will take a longterm downward spiral (entropy)

So S.M.I.L.E. at the slave gods and set your soul and future free
Space migration, intelligence increase, life extension are the three
Factors in our extropic future of this certain place and time
Steeples topple as old political allies have no protection online

Part Three: Internalisms (do your due diligence)
Knowledge of inner spaces helps faces in reaching any outer places
Knowing graces growing and delights in illuminating shadow traces
No cases pending, not per bass soundings nor granting bail on biases
In the court of opinion, not master nor minion dare disturb your stasis

Candied faeces stuck in braces, the species against a surging tide
All pride measured inside US though even on the outside we cried
Cryptics and statistics just short-term solutions and no substitution
Trends in triptychs lost when processing final cost and absolution

Part Four: Elegies (the Philosophers)

S.M.I.L.E. for Dr. Tim Leary, his consciousness was beyond their will
Forbidden knowledge before our eyes, our hearts are beating still
Speaking after psychedelics, the language he used was strange
Dissolving assumption. forced evolution, his primary domain

Dr. Terrence McKenna, born and dead, was a child of Extropia
Although he saw a better future he thought the world a distopia
All his phobias and anxieties stemmed from a deep lack of science
He placed his faith in technology and leveraged his home appliance

Part Five: The Invocation to Extension
Both Doctor Terrence and Doctor Tim had a vision of our change
They came out from behind cultural filters with news about our brain
Our commanders left us key instructions regarding the next stage
We will always have their teachings stored on tape and on the page

They used DMT and LSD to orient cyberpilots newly reborn
Both traveled into darkness and brought back the first maps
The journey into the Bardo is post-humanist on that first morn
Over Eons, distilling essence, past the darkness we process lapse

Part Six: Question Authority
Questioning established values draws extraordinary heat
Doctors knew that which they grew could come back to frighten
Cheerleaders for change helping a hard cycle to complete
Both make the grade in a long parade for the movement to enlighten

It is dawn throughout the valley and a few people are awakened
They have climbed the highest peaks waiting for first morning sun
A new dawn observed by those whose faith remained unshaken
Those asleep are also freed as a new age and way will have begun

Part Seven: Mileage May Vary…
When one rides we all ride into our collective digital consensus
Code for a brand new node where transcending death is symbiotic
Acquiring new skills and language in a nanoverse making sense to us
Paradigm shift has slipped into fifth and software is our only narcotic

Do you live under, beside, or even on top of a relative Volcano?
Is the lava dome inside your mind now threatening to explode?
You don’t believe enlightenment means swigging back some Drano?
As you’re part of a perfect puzzle set to create a brand new node

Part Eight: Trans-Dimensional Post-Humanism

3-D technologies techno-roots firmly planted in the next dimension
Travelling through time and space was ever an act of dangerous will
Extropians are Dymaxion perceiving holism's in synergies of tension
Just an extension of the metaphysical prothetic we collectively built

Through imagination and disintegration new histories will unfold
Expanding the crystal lattice at an exponential rate of progression
A critical path to a critical point where stories resonate true as told
A place of true authentication at the end of a very long procession

Part Nine: Applied Quantum Philosophy

Everything has its own memory attached by relative association
You break it - you own it, chaos theory backed up by Bell’s Theorem
In any pycho-pharma, psychedelic, entheogenic self-sublimation
Machine-elves are non-threatening, listen now and you hear them

Time travel, teleportation, and anti grav all sound like science fiction
Past restrictions degrade as decades cascade and futures now unravel
An imagination migration to a next level where we upgrade systems
We’ve eaten too much gravel waiting for justice from God or gavel

Part Ten: Triumph of the Human Animal
In micro-dimensions of the magical mirror we have failed our task
 Any threatened ecology will react with violence when systems fail
Cultural conditions, morphic emissions, cresting mythic emotions
Creating new transmissions and exotic resonance on a fractal scale

Self-Similarity on a massively macro scale enabled by the prosthetic
Our current cultural breakdown acts like a purge and swift diuretic
Esp if you perceive existence in a relative state that is fairly elastic
You have to admit that the bi-cameral mind is certainly fantastic

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf
(for Beat Liberation Technologies)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Tear Stains on the Shroud of Turin

The Christians wish to tell you there are so many things to sell you
They say, if they can smell you their sales pitch will compel you
The Christians have it planned that their leadership is manned
By those who understand that Pentecost means to take a stand

The Christians offer traces of their ancient leather laces as
Initiates formed the basis of this our current political stasis
The Christians base their fear on both smoke and mirror
Premise? You’ll be freer to invest your trust in their holy stee’r

The Christians find it odd not to fear before their angry God
They perpetuate global fraud since they shot their wad (1945)
The Christians truly wonder if another blunder can contain
Thor’s mighty thunder or is right for a planet ripped asunder

The Christians think they’ve spinned to avoid the coming wind
They’re simply swimming finned in suggesting you have sinned
The Christians will never pause in reference to their cause
Their fatal feast of flaws continues by denying nature’s laws

The Christians will compete and their need to win complete
It’s a matter of personal conceit that they never admit defeat
The Christians have obsessions about profits and professions
Use a variety of concessions when they take back any confessions

The Christians are the worst when it comes to being rehearsed
They search in spiritual thirst before anxiety makes them burst
The Christians promote an theology that regulates ideology
But ultimately technology changes humanity and philosophy

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Monday, June 28, 2010

I Am That Dog Called Wolf

I am that dog you wanted to know
Loyal, sincere without too much guile
What I lack in style I gain back from crow
Sit back and rest your quest for a while

I am that dog, that howls, called wolf
I am that dog who handles the flow
Year of the Dog and so I am human
More that I grow,  more that you know

I have a singular strategy
To augment my own energy
I can bark at any entity
To augment my serenity
I am that dog…

I am that dog used to dig out injustice
A rescue mutt for those trapped in a life
An advocate of those learning to trust us
A working dog who reflects on the strife

I am that dog who loves his meatball
A marvelous Mastiff who savours his mate
Using rhyme crimes to laugh at reality
Locating late sign to understand fate

I wag my tail and when I smile
The bitches gather around me
I have this thing for poodles so
Why do those bulldogs hound me
I am that dog...

I am that dog you thought was sleeping
Best let me lie before pulling on my tail
I am an idea you thought worth keeping
Just like a business plan that cannot fail

I am that dog you knew would protect
What’s true for you is the truth for me
There is no case, no cause that I reject
Tracking senses to the bone of what can be

I dig my holes and cache my goods
My neighbour’s know to avoid’em
There are bad dogs around the hood
I hoped God had destroyed them
I am that dog…

I am that dog and you’re the green ball
My attention towards you does not drift away
From the last of October to the first of November
My connection with you is locked onto play

I am that old one, now almost 400 dog years
I am that bold one sticking my nose in too deep
I get my fair share of bee stings and tears
My true core ambition is more food and sleep

I dig my claws and won’t be moved
Steadfast and solid, I’m centered in sound
I own the process whereby I am grooved
Chase after cats and it’s off to the pound
I am that dog…

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thursday, June 17, 2010


You do not see gravity.
You did not make the earth quake.
You do not have anti-grav.

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thursday, June 10, 2010

The Latest Gulf War

The USA of 2010 is all about behavior and belief with everyone from Barack Obama to Mr. and Mrs. Mainstream reacting to outside forces that threaten to blow out a Presidency and derail a population already split by political realities and battered by two wars and a pivotal, tipping point, financial meltdown. This new “Gulf War” is a war against the planet with the forces of humanity doing their best to kill off the oceans.

The planet, hopefully, will respond in kind and wipe out a whole bunch of humans. Could it hurt? You bet, and you or someone you know may die as a result of this type event. Until people are less concerned with their digital appliances and are  caught in the maelstrom of simply trying to survive, that is when your behavior and beliefs will be upgraded, quickly. Your understanding of planetary systems will improve to the point where you will no longer allow offshore oil exploration and reclamation to occur.

When Marx wrote about the end of Capitalism he suggested that the seeds of it’s own destruction will come from within. After the Gulf oil disaster the whole world may finally learn that a rich person will indeed sell you the rope to hang their own scrawny asses. In this case, the richest country in the world, by at least twenty percent and an entire generation ahead, has now pissed away their inheritance in the form of destroying their third coastline. The environmental impact of this crisis will no doubt spread a couple of thousand miles in every direction, once it hits the Atlantic Ocean, and may in fact dilute as far north as Canada. It is quite likely that every ocean on the planet may be effected by this “accident” and there is little that can be done about it.

Capitalism, like it’s hardline first-cousin Russian Communism, is doomed and only a form of modified and advanced belief, like western democratic socialism, will give the appropriate rights and standards to any society.  China, the world’s largest economy, knows this and Chinese Communism has begun to encourage low level democracy in their election process. Technology has met pace with the internal changes in China, and Iran, etcetera, and life will, eventually, rapidly, improve for any of these oppresive scenarios based solely on the principle of technology promoting relative deprivation and thus behavior modification while inherently opening up the lones of greater communication exponentially.

The Chinese people want free and fair elections but they do not want the crime, poverty, addiction, unemployment, and homelessness that comes from being a Capitalist society. But the amazing growth in the economy of China will offer the country an opportunity to become a champion of human rights and foreign policy. Just as the American experience of the Fifties and Sixties put forth a world view that was, at that time, enlightened and beneficial so to, around 2035 - 2050, could the Chinese be the next white knight that comes along and sorts the planet’s poor out with the aid of a helping hand, hopefully not from a Big Brother.

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Ancient Cherries

Crunch of early Summer cherries exploding in chorus
Savoury nectar quenching back of throat with cool relief
Crisp yet delicate they pop as teeth meet red cherry flesh
Per pound, as in daze ago, many soon quickly disappeared
Mother: “If you swallow pits then a tree grows in stomach"
The mountain of pits consumed producing a grove of growth
Once native to my backyard climbing tree, I now buy bagged
They’re good, bigger but not fresher, a true nostalgic pleasure
Just as sweet but no more better than from the family tree
Sun sweetens both until school is out and I too can explode

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Apple Passes Microsoft!

May 28th, 2010: It took thirty years and a liver transplant but Steve Jobs has finally beaten Bill Gates as Apple has finally surpassed Microsoft in market value. 

From his first black box to his latest test
Jobs has created his past and our future
He has handled both market and press
Like a skilled surgeon weaving a suture

Watching river debris float by his sub
He contemplates which media is next
A degree of separation from triple-dub
Representing a singular vision unvexed

A social engineer of depth and range
Pursuing psychedelic measures of truth
Technology to go beyond the la grange
Like a basic black box design for youth

Morality is mostly for the rich-at-heart
Both Steve and Steve would stand astride
Some say they did not make their own art
Like Marshal McLuhan’s mechanical bride

From Vannevar Bush to Theodore Nelson
From the Dynabook to As We May Think
From darkest Tibet to deepest Berzerkley
His Jobs would sync based on his instinct

Integrating hard and soft at correct times
Object-orientation makes for good gains
A recipe for objects for colouring rhymes
Operating systems developing our brains

Celebrating Hypercard and his other failures
Mistakes that set the ground for later success
iWork, iTouch,, iTune, iPhone, iPod, iPad, iLife
Like a modern Howard Hughes he has excess

CEO of Pixar and largest shareholder in Disney
The mighty reach of Capital-Cities and ABC
Recontextualizing music, movies, and reading
A digital visionary cheap at a single dollar a year

Thank-you Steve from the human race
We have the grace to bless your soul
Although we’re mostly aware of disgrace
We celebrate the triumph of your role

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Life in the City of Millionaires

Living life hot and cold in a land of no more money
Suffering  a slow poverty in shifts will never be fun
Living it down small-time in the Millionaire’s City
It means light rain so the lawns stay moist and pretty

To observe and report is a most sacred duty
Surveying life in the land of practiced privilege
The original home Tribe have left town long ago
The cost of living a lifestyle and keeping it down

As with San Francisco, most people must cross water
To work in a city where the workers cannot afford to live
The lush growth and vegetation of a temperate rainforest
Add glass and steel makes Capitalist prison for the poorest

Thank Goddess that high-speed net service is a basic right
Along with cappuccino and a typical day glow drug store tan
You can purchase a house if you pursue a deficit existence
History reminds, at this point, the usual action is resistance

Struggles for survival are developing new “Communerds”
Hyperactive Digital Maoists whose agenda is newly informed
By releasing critical information acquired in the cyber-realm
To shock monkey as they redistribute the common wealth

Until that day the rich will quietly lead their sparkling lives
As they peek at the eighty percent awaiting lottery love
Laws and positions taken remind the cops to do sacred duty
To repudiate poor people so unwelcome in a land of beauty

Poverty means ugliness and blight along the city streets
The pretty ones will always try to subjugate the meek
Here minimum wage is more than you can make per hour
A place where dumpster divers scrounge to find and scour
The city of millionaires is not without a soul or its salvation
Sixty percent of total income is not spent on my housing 
Those renters left gather together in regular ritual celebrations
Under the radar of credit guards who demand a demonstration

So collect all that is owed to you and increase all of your debts
This city will take you down if you can't come up with answers
You walk the seawall at no cost if you're wearing proper shoes
If wearing last years model then you must choose to sing blue

This city on the edge of the future has yet a foothold in reality
An Internet hub for crime and porno keeps hidden from sight
Super pods of dolphins and whale watching in the downtown
Cannot compensate for hunger when living in extreme poverty

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Saturday, May 22, 2010

We Were Promised Jet Packs

We were promised jet packs by prophets of the past
We were taught to live within the context of our caste

We were promised that Moon and the stars would be ours
We do as we please,  drive around in cars on monthly fees

We are told life is bold and we must keep it head
Not allowed to dread the cloud or ever wet the bed

We are consequences of our actions and dreams
As if the oil has peaked  and nothing’s what it seems

We’re told to buy more than we could want or need
Told to sell your soul from a place of uncritical greed

We will deny we are wrong as long as there are warrantees
We are bold and so cold and do you really need to bleed?

We swore to a premise of progress but disaster met our path
We stop trying and started crying in the face of the aftermath

We are parents of the possible of moments on a global stage
We are kids held hostage by fear and our critical political rage

We need to be sustainable and there's one thing we must do
We need to banish greed and teach children they must too

We learn the latest lessons to profit at the end of ways
Waiting for not hating to create a better time for days

We try to touch the highest tech while falling in the filth
We spend much time sucking before we turn to Dr. Phil

Children of the silicon age whose Father is an idiot box
Hoped change would end at flavour crystals and digital clocks

We watched media deconstruct all throughout the home
We wonder if change will rearrange parameters of the poem?

We were promised jet packs although wound on too tight
We know one day, coming
soon, wheel take off in flight

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Friday, May 21, 2010

bard on beat

I want to play for the folks of Hip Hop City
That town has many multiple views
I want to stay on in the soul of that City
Hip Hop City bring on birth of binary blues

When the Sun comes alive over Hip Hop City
None are sure about the brand new heat
No matter how hot it gets inside that City
Hip Hop City rhythms breaking a bard on beat

People are elemental inside the City
Phenomenological impact
The vegetation is green inside that City
Hip Hop City is kernel of a new contract

Decade dance in evidence within the City
Twenty years of X-Files our history
Fifty years is ancient studies in that City
Hip Hop City much more than sci-fi/mystery

Elements are evident throughout the City
Earth Air Fire and Water represent
Electric flowers spirit throughout that City
Hip Hop City ground zero for the imminent

Torch is past and new day arrives for the City
All eyes on awakening player
Southern Asia is at home in that City
Hip Hop City has a tasty global flavour

Mountains are not far from all parts of the City
Living outside from sea to the sky
Forests are cathedral/park shrines in that City
Hip Hop City offers good reasons why-to-try

Porous of poor live in the heart of the City
No surprise left in downtown eastside
Horror and tenderness in that part of that city
Hip Hop City has her urban eyes open wide

Children will forever inherit the City
Inspiring future to build itself
Expansion from West End east of that City
Hip Hop City has no back-up plans on the shelf

Millionaires and mendicants in the City
No space left for the once middle-class
The average price of a house in that City
Hip Hop City cash cost of life will kick your ass

Access to Earth a gift and right in the City
Gallons of green near the concrete sea
Lord Stanley of Cup made a gift to that City
Hip Hop City made a pledge keeping his land free

A council of electors govern the City
Progressively building on cool
Go online to pretty pictures of that City
Hip Hop City faith is found in text as a tool

Too many kids going hungry in the City
Single moms only trying to cope
Regional government cruel to that City
Hip Hop City often goes to bed without hope

On surface it may seem to be No Fun City
But underground life is authentic
Culture means adventure and strife in that City
Hip Hop City where the lucky ones have rented

You may come from ten times bigger than the City
Living here with Henry Moore’s Knufe Edge
Creates knowledge and afterglow in that City
Hip Hop City off the wire on the western ledge

The forces of fate will collide in the City
Time rebind us to the western lands
Karmic destiny is the duty of that City
Hip Hop City where your own fate is in your hands

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf
© 2010 A Head Of His Time Production

Friday, May 14, 2010

In the City of Angles...

Got on a wide body jet and blew into Los Anglees
Wanna see some Dr. Drew or maybe even Dr. Dre
What I did soon after arrival is made sure that I got paid
Got a motel off the Sunset Strip and after feasting got laid

Brought in two keys of hash and the city burst wide open
Some pressed Black Afghani and the locals thought it fine
Before arrival a new identity as my other one was broken
Practiced brand new sober attitude before I crossed the line

Second night in I fucked this girl from North Hollywood
She was ok but could only come after breaking local laws
Ended up at a party for some terrorists from Malucca
Great guys new to the city in town promoting their cause

Met a rock star who found me standing alone at that party
Took me to a private space so we could share some smoke
After we connected thought I would try on his philosophy
Took too many therapists before I got past his first joke

Our host showed off porcelain almost 2 meters high of
Michael Jackson, in his uniform, all dressed and ready to go
Impressive in delivery t'was in the artist’s intention as to why
No one would dare shatter this fragile dog and pony show

Met a stoned cold poet who spoke about “Enutions”
He would get really high and then talk about emotions
He spent the past years exiled black in old Amsterdama
Back in the city of night due to a light he saw inside Obama

Got heckled by a comedian at the Comedy Store
Tackled by a Canadian hockey hero coming out the door
Here's a girl to shake my world and leave me more aware
On Gin and Juice we danced the boulevard in our underware

In the land of too much if you find anything’s missing
You ask a local and no reasonable request will be denied
Even though your baggage may be well worth dissing
By the folks off Rodeo Drive who cannot be defied

Like Marlowe said, once you know your way around
Malibu is up and everything else is on the way down
Like a pool without a drain or San Diego without pain
Another angular city on a flat focal plane needing rain

The minimal unit of translation is a dollar everyone agrees
Before California your life was vague and out of place
SoCal unlike NoCal is about not doing what you please
A commute with twenty million cars within a finite space

The environment is failing as the smarter ones prepare to flee
The government is stalling as natural elements begin to ignite
The Earth is shifting beachfront bargains now are moving east
The fires do their best with scorching shivers through the night

In LA the angles present when nothing is left to lose
Beware of opportunities where an idiot demands you choose
This city gobbles newbies like Aussie's and Vegemite toast
So give me a dingle at my shingle when you hit the coast

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf

Thursday, May 13, 2010

My Feminism Feels Fine

My feminism is a factor of being a year older than “the pill”
My feminism is a lifetime of watching women and girls grow
My feminism is due to Joan Nemptin who set me straight
My feminism was supported by men’s group in the Nineties
My feminism was taught by honest people of all genders
My feminism is same sex marriage and gender self-destiny
My feminism is born of deep respect of feminine principles
My feminism was started by father who said, “women listen”
My feminism was mom beating scout leader on go-cart track
My feminism is wife who gives more than she needs or takes
My feminism is girl learning Tae Quan Do starting at age five
My feminism celebrates two commanders meeting in space
My feminism laughs and dances at festivals for peace
My feminism is in awe of a transformation taking place
My feminism mourns the fate of those women enslaved
My feminism demands economic independence for women
My feminism resists militarism to fight anyone anywhere
My feminism is politics is evolution and a spiritual revelation
My feminism and perceptions are my reward for living this life

© 2010 Leigh Richard Wolf