"Dinosaurs" by William S. Burroughs I think the political and social chaos we are seeing on every side reflects an underlying biological crisis.. The end of the human line. All species are doomed from conception, like all individuals, Evolution did not come to a reverent halt with homo sapiens... We have the technologies to recreate a flawed artifact, and to produce improved and variegated models designed for space conditions. Perhaps there is still time. Is this being done or even considered ? "Back to the church, the home, and the family." Back to the simple (American) virtues that made this country great and can make this country great again." If I may be allowed a flight of whimsy involving articulate dinosaurs. A wise old dinosaur addresses a convocation of his tribe: "Fellow reptiles, I do not hesitate to tell you that we face grave problems. And I do not hesitate to tell you that we have the answer. Size is the answer! Increased size! There are those who say that size is not the answer. There are those who even propose that we pollute our pure reptilian strains with mammalian amalgamations and cross-breeding. And I say to you that if the only way I could survive was by mating with egg-eating rats, then I would choose not to survive. But we will survive. We will increase both in size and in numbers, and we will continue to dominate this planet as we have done for 300 million years. Bigger is better, and biggest is best! Armored models thump their tails in earthshaking applause. Herbivorous dines waddle and splash in swamp mud. Carnivores bare their huge fangs, dripping streamers of saliva in approval. But a wise old dine turns sadly from the TV and addresses his offspring: "Son, it's the end of the line. We are ugly idiot babbling beasts. Some of us are 60 feet long with a brain the size of a walnut. Where can this end? In a natural history museum, our bones gawked at by pimply adolescents. Say, I wonder how big his prick was? "Their turn will come." Back to the home and the family, back to simple virtues, but biologically speaking, the one direction you can't go is back. It's the law. Dolphins lived on land at one time; we know that because they have air-breathing lungs. Now that they have returned to the sea, it might be handy to reclaim their lost gills. 'No glod clom fliday' An evolutionary step that involves biologic alterations is irretrievable. We must now make such a step if we are to survive at all. And it had better be good. I have predicted that the transition from time into space will involve biologic alteration. Such alterations are already manifest. Astronauts stand to lose their bones and teeth in the service. If you don't use it, you lose it. A skeleton has no function in a weightless state. So what does the end result look like? Well, rather like an octopus or a jellyfish. Beau Brummel, the Restoration dandy, spent hours every morning putting exactly the right crease into his cravats by lowering his chin, just so. Often, his valet would carry out armfuls of crumpled linen. "Our failures." So we can imagine the cosmic butler carrying out bundles of unworkable monstrosities: our failures.

"The genius of the crowd" by Charles Bukowski there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art

"A dream within a dream" by Edgar Allan Poe Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone?  All that we see or seem Is but a dream.. within a dream.. within a dream.. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep.. While I weep.. While I weep.. O God! Can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One? One? One.. From the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem Is but a dream... within a dream?

"The gifts" by Miltos Sahturis Today I wore, a warm red blood today people love me a woman smiled at me a girl gave me a sea-shell a boy gave me a hammer Today I kneel down on the pavement.. I hammer the bare white feet of the bywalkers on the tiles.. everyone is in tears, but no one is frightened everyone is staying at the places that they managed to get everyone is in tears.. but they still gaze at the divine advertisements.. and the gypsy woman selling candy in the the sky Two people whisper: - what is he doing, is he hammering our heart? - yes, he is hammering our heart.. So, he must be a poet.. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Τα δώρα" Μίλτος Σαχτούρης Σήμερα φόρεσα ένα ζεστό κόκκινο αίμα σήμερα οι άνθρωποι μ' αγαπούν μια γυναίκα μού χαμογέλασε ένα κορίτσι μού χάρισε ένα κοχύλι ένα παιδί μού χάρισε ένα σφυρί Σήμερα γονατίζω στο πεζοδρόμιο καρφώνω πάνω στις πλάκες τα γυμνά άσπρα ποδάρια των περαστικών είναι όλοι τους δακρυσμένοι όμως κανείς δεν τρομάζει όλοι μείναν στις θέσεις που πρόφτασα είναι όλοι τους δακρυσμένοι όμως κοιτάζουν τις ουράνιες ρεκλάμες* και μια ζητιάνα που πουλάει τσουρέκια στον ουρανό Δυο άνθρωποι ψιθυρίζουν τι κάνει την καρδιά μας καρφώνει; ναι την καρδιά μας καρφώνει ώστε λοιπόν είναι ποιητής

"The genius of the crowd" [Ambient take] by Charles Bukowski there is enough treachery, hatred violence absurdity in the average human being to supply any given army on any given day and the best at murder are those who preach against it and the best at hate are those who preach love and the best at war finally are those who preach peace those who preach god, need god those who preach peace do not have peace those who preach peace do not have love beware the preachers beware the knowers beware those who are always reading books beware those who either detest poverty or are proud of it beware those quick to praise for they need praise in return beware those who are quick to censor they are afraid of what they do not know beware those who seek constant crowds for they are nothing alone beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world not being able to love fully they will believe your love incomplete and then they will hate you and their hatred will be perfect like a shining diamond like a knife like a mountain like a tiger like hemlock their finest art