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... 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 …

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

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
vir…

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.

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 act…