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Discussing... Krishna consciousness

by bgkarma | 12/02/2006 | in anarchism | atheism | religion

In response to a letter:

Moved from DC, I'm liking Houston so far, having been here for almost two years now. I forgot all about Refuse to Fall. I knew those guys back when they were staying in Philly, briefly. I in fact helped fold the sleeves of that 7 inch in the original Equal Vision office there, when I first moved into the Philly temple. Anyway, I don't remember them as being all that great of a band. One main reason: before they recorded that 7 inch in the studio, I was there when Ray Cappo sat down with them and "helped" them to reshape all the lyrics for those songs so that they would be more in line with Krishna consciousness, Shelter, and the Equal Vision label. That they allowed themselves to be manipulated like that, is not worthy of very much respect. (They are obviously not on the same level with bands such as Bad Brains, and I'm too old now to settle for much less these days.) Nor did it say much for Ray himself (then) or the spirit of the movement to impose like that, as they almost always did, and do now.

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Many Words

by bgkarma | 11/27/2006 | in poetry

The Wire
is the best
fucking show

B-more
ya just
don't know

anyway
note

notes

get
ya goats

ever listen
to
The Goats?

yeah, Philly

I was up there
for a bit
my first temple
like
My First Sony

it was
a drill bit
to my
temple

they put me
in the
mental

now I'm
back
out

emotional
scars

yards
long

sing
sing
song

as the
day
is

long

gone

wrong

gong

smoke from
bong
in
the
air

don't
tell ya
mom

pop pop

pom

pom

cheerleader
leads
the

song

caught
making
out
with the
other cheerleader

good

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What The Hell Was That?

by bgkarma | 11/27/2006 | in poetry

Subject: What The Hell Was That?
Date: 11/7/06 2:33:00 PM PM

attractive in nature, stare and gawk
prisoned imagination
gut wrenched
and then
all is silent
as all get out

in a fight
the pair of spectacles
were broken

correct me at
the facility
and get your
cigarettes from
the vending machine

late afternoon
hands are chopped
half way
to the bone
till
the right
words come

she is in
a painting
in your mind
on the wall
you wanna
take her down
and cleanse
the stain

surprise attacks
keep coming

eyes
on the prize
at the carnival
tight lipped
secret keeper

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