fighting
with wind in the place in between
with the flowers all twisted and brown now
with the meaning obscured so it seems
when everyone hearts are beating too loud
with the sound of their fear and their pain
with the breaking of promises from Heaven
with the clouds forming to rain
When I can’t help
with the anger in your eyes
with your jealousy, regret
with the disappointment of your life
When I feel this way, like a got shot wound
with the wind going straight through the space
with the eventuality we’ll all go mad
with the innocence wiped off our face
When I feel this way, like a stone cast first
with the knowing, you feel worse.
ephemera
Will send you
some shots of me
~and poetry
because you see
I can be here in this moment
and forget the past
let all the ugly breathe it’s last
Take a long, long time to admire –
the future us, will sigh at the plumpness in our skin
-I take a thousand moments to look for the fleeting is fast
so quickly we are frail and thin
ever is the wage of sin
where once we had forever
all we have is ticking time
only ever in the now can you can be mine
but now we always are apart
unbreak my heart, re-start
go back
to where you were when they made you snap–
please, because, yes
-that is how the moments pass
photographs and tears and laughs
and memories we barely grasp
but trust -our flesh and our blood
was called forth from the word
and our hearts were the wells used for the ink
our bones– these images on repeat
what we get, we can’t see
all above
and more beneath
poetry is not enough
but never was it meant to be
neither is -only these- images of me
“It’s grimy, it’s dirty” : For Ninja and Yo-Landi of Die Antwoord
Posted by Alea Orr in La La Luvs U, Verse on March 8, 2011
I am your Butterfly
(I fall to the ground like a wingless)
You are my Samurai
I need your protection, need your protection…*
Blend this moment with the deathbed.
Reckon up the children of men.
Transform your injurers into your benefactors.
Walk the great streets that reek melancholy.
Surrender is no more and heaven tides alongside minds who deserve to die fuck you
Surrender is fuck you
in the rain at the grave cold rain and lightening back dropping kick stopping Fuck you surrender is fuck you
The polarity shifts to An implied understanding.
Negotiation successful.
What your broken plaything is -As to my birth, I am.
She has no name.
I have no name.
A woman is more dangerous than a loaded pistol
A doomsday angel
Snuffing a cigarette
Before the curtain is called
Predators wearing spittle grins
A gaping hole left by them
You thought your love would save her
Change her,
chain her to your bed
but it breaked her Instead
Pretty Wise
Surrender is
ice cold crow ca-caw caw
fire in the chakra
Evening tide
Sunsets wide
Surrender is my alibi
Into your hands deliver eyes
of Ra
How Can an Angel Break My Heart?
Scorched and tumbling earth
You are the muse’s favorite
You are an angel
and I am blind
We are irreconcilable
though compasses align
Hot syrup from the spoon is anodyne
*Italics by Die Antwoord
“unveiling nature”
Definitely ancient tongue
God’s plan is never done,
day is won but night is come – canines, vulpines, lupines
lurking in the shadows up the hill
Baying at whose hearts are beating still against their ribs
when blood runs chill, sensing unseen force is sleeping,
Like a dragon in a cave, hoarding gold, our future keeping
secrets leveled at the dooms day broadcast on repeat
“warning, warning” trick or treat Monsters wear a mask
To lead the sheep, to bedroom suites,
a side of meat
She’s incomplete and he is offering complete
discretion His profession is aggression and oppression
Thinks she is in love but is mistaken,
The weakness in her knees is caused by spiritual starvation
like cataclysmic tragedies happening interdimensionally,
and global catastrophe: shifting tectonic plates
tsunamis, forests burning, poison lakes
Her psyche crying out for Psyche’s sake
So Zephyrus and Jupiter can come and take
Away the pain
and make the ties that bind and never break away
freedom swaddled in restraint -
so We have free will
but are bound by fate
Verse for Monday
Got a mouth full of
Second hand smoke, child
Broken to mild
Figure out today while
You smile and I
Free fall fly with hand grenades
Packed inside a secret suitcase
In case
I need to move quick
Shrapnel bits
Picked over by the crow
Woe
To reap what I sow
So destiny is so slow
Wanna know what I know
Oh no
You stay here, grow
I’ll go
I got this
Born with
witches mark
Stark hills burn
Tides turn
Lessons learned
Go back to where
Everything is gone
Verses of the song
Lost in refrain
Edges of my brain
Caught in the lightening caught in the rain
Bring me your blood
Bring me your love
Bring me a cigarette
Bring me a dove
Tie the blind tight
In the light I see God
A firing squad
A stream of ego-consciousness : Is the concept of culture an ego based system?
Posted by Alea Orr in Dear Diary on January 19, 2011
What I mostly find disturbing/annoying is how high culture and dominant power structure culture (in any part of the world) has a way of making other cultures feel crappy. As if they are the mean girl in math class, who’s nice long enough to get your homework…She doesn’t know anything about you or your life and she doesn’t ever make much of an effort to learn anything about you or your life or ever will, but damned if you don’t know a lot about her and mostly so you can avoid her probably.
That’s the way I see *any* high culture / dominant culture and the sub-culture reaction to it *can* sometimes be avoidance…And definitely we see a very successful avoidance by American sub-cultures of American dominant culture by maintaining different language groups.
So culture is really interesting in terms of language. Why? Because, as Tan puts it, “all the forms of standard English that I had learned in school and through books, [were] the forms of English I did not use at home with my mother. (3) It is when Tan’s mother is in the room listening to her polished mean-girl vernacular that Tan’s loyalty switches to the American sub-culture group, which for Tan *is* her dominant power-structure culture. So we can see that high culture has a large investment in making people feel crappy about their (sub-) culture, because to that group, quite often that is where their loyalty lies, inherently, deep in their breast, unexplainably. For example, I literally know no N(on)N(ative)S(peaker) who doesn’t go into their native tongue when feeling passionate about something.
I’m personally quite disillusioned with language and think it’s a virus from space (a’la William Burroughs) but it certainly is a good trick for the ego to get hung up on, this idea that language is something that informs who we are, well, it certainly defines for our ego who the ego would like to think it is, and I think high-culture / dominant power structure culture is quite busy manufacturing little toys like language groups for ego to get hung up on because it ensures that so long as there are these *obvious* differences among us that we will be quite too busy to notice the *obvious* samenesses.
So race and ethnicity fit into the dominant power structure culture’s nefarious plans to keep us divided and separated as well. The high culture, the dominant power structure culture is all about defining life and humanity at this really surface, flimsy, arbitrary, level based on the concepts of “ISMS” and most detrimentally “nationalism” because EGO loves to be loved. It rejoices to be part of a group and our high culture gets that, so whether a person accepts the American culture as their own, or whether they identify against American culture or somewhere in the middle, like many of us, we are allowing our ego to compartmentalize ourselves and other HUMAN BEINGS ~ and linguists, btw, the smartest people among us, say, that that is just so, so silly.
America was not founded on religious freedom. We all know that by now. It was for the Puritans to have their own freedom, but they didn’t cotton to none other than their own. Our government officials bow and fawn to the British throne, always have, always will.
Americans, and by that I mean people who physically occupy the 50 states, are two inches away at any given time to having the boot in their face for the rest of their days. Then it doesn’t really matter what culture anyone’s ego subscribes to.
So culture in general is just like a little script I suppose for us to read off of…and since we all have one we have to pay attention and know when it’s our time to read I guess. And in that regard it is unavoidable that every individual American’s relationship with ego-based American high- culture, dominant power structure culture is going to be dependent upon the different experience one’s ego has with a set of sub-cultures.
Primarily speaking the dominant power structures in America would seem to have set most of the high culture; however, we have seen throughout history that sub-culture can rise to status of pop culture and usurp Manhattan as the center of American culture, for a little while at least. For instance, the Harlem renaissance, the Beat Poets, hippie culture, etc., are all examples of fringe, sub-culture elbowing it’s way in to the mainstream and taking center stage for long enough for the world to take notice.
Furthermore, American culture is not relegated as we all know to just being in America. A recent complaint I read on a Middle Eastern blogger’s Web site pontificated on the detrimental effects that “Desperate Housewives” playing on Middle Eastern television sets is having on the Islamic culture, particularly the youth. And when we hear those words, “Islamic culture” as Americans we automatically think of them as being part of a sub-culture, but indeed to much of the world, Islam is high culture / dominant power structure culture and interestingly enough, for many people, there is little in the way of our imagination to understanding what that Islamic culture could possibly even be. We might be able to try and define Islamic culture by thinking what it is not, American culture, Chinese culture, Vietnamese culture, etc.. That is the point of this ego-based system. We cannot define what is a culture, we are much more able to define what it is not, and even then it becomes murky.
The culture of humanity is pretty simple, Maslow pointed it out in his hierarchy, and academia’s incessant need to continually define this thing that no one can define, to me, makes the academy guilty of being boot-wearing henchmen for the high culture / dominant power structure.
Untitled Reading List: Becoming one with the Tao de Frack
Mr. Constant makes it Clear Not to care ‘bout What is there T.S. Eliot had no doubt That choice was illusion Turned inside out Angel Island Poetry Reminding me
people suck &no one’s free Troia brings me to my knees I’m writing my thesis on Tariq Ali lately it occurs to me I’ll never be Carolyn Cassady me and Ms Cowen Have too much in common: not just Allen
The Snow Man by Wallace Stevens; a multimedia interpretation of a sentence, by LaLa
Posted by Alea Orr in La La Luvs U, Prose, Verse, Video, Word reviews on January 9, 2011
original paintings Acrylic on 8X10 printer paper w ransom note style courier new font; Video filming, production, directing, reading, editing by LaLa. Sentence by Wallace Stevens.
Fire Poi: last thing I did in 2010, first thing I did in 2011
Posted by Alea Orr in Fire Video, Poi on January 4, 2011
This is a special video for me. It goes between NYE 2010 at Nathan J’s to an after midnight private party January 1, 2011.
DJ NaDi and La La at Nathan J’s MI AMOUR NYE party 2010
Posted by Alea Orr in Fire Video, Poi on January 2, 2011


























