31 October 2009

... with a vengeance

it's all well and good to hope that the universe has some sort of balance and that karma, or some variant of it, will ultimately bring nature's most flagitious examples of questionable humanity to the miserable end they so richly deserve. but in every person's life, there are those cases where it seems almost necessary to give the karmic engine a bit of a jump start.

invariably, these cases are not monsters on a global scale, but those who have somehow offended us personally. perhaps it is that personal element that makes us (well, since i'm the one talking, that makes me) so determined to unite such people with their miserable destinies before the universe can complete the job. i'm also humble enough to think that it's because there is obviously such a great karmic clean-up backlog that it's unlikely any sort of grand power is going to be getting around to putting a boil on the backside of the guy who honked his horn for ten straight minutes because there was a traffic jam outside my building. (i missed the class in driver's ed where they went over the physics of how the sound of car horns disperses traffic.)

even if we could be certain that negative, antagonistic, selfish, boorish behaviour would carry with it the promise of certain misery (and there are plenty of psychological texts that postulate this), there are times when what you want is just good old-fashioned revenge. not the hope that deep down, those who infuriate us most are desperately unhappy, but the sort of thing that unfolds before your eyes in glorious poetic justice technicolour.

like most(?) people, i don't consider myself particularly vengeful, but i do have hot points. yes, the irresponsible, the unapologetically ignorant and the lazy are bothersome, but when i think of those who i would most like to see get some form of cosmic comeuppance, it is generally those by whom i feel disrespected. (that may say something about my own ego.) those people whose behaviour towards me (and, most often, towards others) has been patronising, belittling, insulting or outright degrading are the ones who cause my blood pressure to rise, those who i'd most like to see in a head-on collision with the consequences of their own actions. i've thought about this a lot.

i'm sure that everyone reading this has their own specific classification of people towards whom they harbour an abiding bitterness and desire for vengeance. and i invite all of you to think about what it is that makes that class of people what they are- the invisible thread that binds, and hopefully will eventually strangle them. dreams of revenge get a bad rap. we all know that there are some people who just deserve to reap the rewards of the unpleasantness they inflict on us. just keep in mind, in the interests of cosmic balance, that your name may be on someone's list too.

18 October 2009

girders

Test of mettle
supple over heat
Given form under a determined hand
Unyielding pressure
properly placed,
each point chosen
Subject
Born of a belly of fire
(Fold backwards as needed)
Bent out of shape
and stays there
Twisted
Tempered
Even tempered
Strength safe in cooling
Blunt object
earthbound-heavy
sunk and settled in place
Steel trap teeth snap shut
to a grin
gleaming all unfortunate truth
Bent to a will
and hardened against it

08 October 2009

dj kali @ burning monday 2009.10.05

well, what can i say? the weather was crappy. i was in a foul mood for reasons that don't need to be aired in public. i discovered mid-way through the set that i could actually dj off my phone. a gang of people showed up requested punk music and bought me a pitcher of cider which is, apparently, what my integrity sells for, probably have never been happier to see the end of a dj set... not sure what it all adds up to, but here's what it sounded like.

leather nun :: slow death
cabaret voltaire :: red mask
the pop group :: justice
implog :: she creatures
cultural amnesia :: dialogue of skull and soul
coil :: restless day
crash course in science :: cardboard lamb
bene gesserit :: tonight
portion control :: chew you to bits
led er est :: woman in a cafe communication
amor fati :: listen, little man
ait! :: i wanna be your mann
oto :: blue arrow
the birthday party :: release the bats
the damned :: neat neat neat
dead kennedys :: moon over marin
magazine :: shot by both sides
chrome :: in a dream
virgin prunes :: bau dachong
minimal compact :: next one is real
hula :: at the heart
p.a.l. :: dentist environmental
geomatic :: bliss
esplendor geometrico :: dinamo 3
x :: adult books
new york dolls :: personality crisis
the damned :: new rose
the ramones :: sheena is a punk rocker
joy division :: digital
berurier noir :: salut à toi
the cramps :: primitive
novy svet :: en possession de te

06 October 2009

bottom feeder


this is the text of the poem i wrote that appears on the sleeve of the subliminal 7" "look at the creation"... now sold out but not unavailable.

yes, it was written about someone in particular. no, he will never see it and chances are, he wouldn't get it if he did.



Bottom feeder.
Do you know what you are?
Do you know?
I’d love to tell you,
Love to show you to yourself
Black whole hollow is yourself
I’d love to be your mirror,
Wicked ruler, the usurper
King of all the filth that you survey,
Unworthy of reflection.
That cheap coat of paint
That rat-skin cloak you hide in
These things do not disguise
The sick scent that clings about you
Dose of failure and envy
What do you say, salamander?
That endless expulsion of air
Whittling word-shapes with your skin-flaps
Spit bile at beauty
Burn it away for others.
Can you say
Your time has passed?
Can you say
You have no rightful place here?
Say
It is long past the hour
To let him that moved you hither
Remove you hence.

01 October 2009

the googles, they do nothing

one of the things you like to think when you've been busy is that the fruits of your labour can be recognised by others. however, what i've determined after a short research effort today is that the ability to "get your name out there" is entirely dependent on how (un)common your name is.

a quick internet search on my name yields results for a celtic harpist, a wedding photographer, an author from the province right next to mine (seriously, if you search on amazon, i'm not even the first kate macdonald who pops up), a "home economist and food stylist" and a bunch of graduates from my alma mater (well, one of them) whose chief unifying feature is that they're not me.

the internet has a way of making you realise how far from unique you really are. apparently, if i want to become the most renown kate macdonald, even the most renowned author named kate macdonald, i have my work cut out for me. on the other hand, if i ever want to tell people i'm actually a harpist-photographer- pr executive- author- painter, the internet will back me up.
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