pogblog's Glossary amplifies pogblog's fierce & droll vocabulary -- both the coined or invented stuff & the nifty and nefarious words you may not have discovered yet; for people who love words as much as mangoes or a great forward pass or an icepick in Mr. Cheney's eye; or for the just plain baffled .. . . includes: amethyst; aleph; assonance; blogovel; blood-dimmed tide; Blue/Bleu; cf; chatoyant; clint; clive/full; crapaud; Digrif; e=mc2; eclectic; enfers sanglant; filigree; frabjous joy;

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frisson; full clive; funes; gallynipper; gateau; grb gamma ray burst; grok; gwatwareg; hasyasattva; hoi polloi; karlsputin rove; lq/lizard quotient; masochists; maw; meme; mobbal; multiverse/many-poem place; nada; obsidian humor; oneiro; passive belligerence; pinguid; pog; polyglot; reagan's law; riro/reptile in reptile out; spooner; spiteful puffadder; stynking synnes vile; sursurly; third base; toot doot; tzolkin; vouchsafe; vrai; wmd brain; wolfofwolfs & so4th; .. .. ..   more »

a quixote of quirk: the unit of obsidian droll + whimsy required to sustain a comic life.

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"SETI people define a unit called the Hellas—the amount of information needed to convey a civilization—to be about a billion bits.” ...    more »

Satan & Satana surveyed the special circle of Hell reserved for Christians. Yes, all of them, every last one. The blatant hypocrites fell down the Gone to Hell Chute, but the ones who didn’t shriek out against the insidiously vicious hypocrisies became Hell Dwellers as well. .. .. Satana sighed. “All religions enslave and enslaver the mind, the heart,” she said as she nuzzled Satan’s red, leathery ear, “but seeing as we get the refuse from all over the Dimension, I’m still agogagog at how poisonous the faux-holy Christians became after they made their cursed pact with Power." .. ..   more »

Please, as you would ask your spouse, How was your day? -- in the morning, set your alarm 1/2 an hour early for a mutual muse and ask her/him How were your dreams last night? We are ineluctably involved in a larger, very multi-faceted consciousness & it's time for us learn all our capacities. .. .. Similarly you can ask your child at breakfast, How was your night at school? They are learning every night from a fabulous reservoir of cosmic experience, and if you attend to their TV & Books & Music, why aren't you attending to their Dreaming? (Tho, of course, they are unlikely to be 'kids' in their dreams!!)   more »

From now & henceforth, inculcating this claptrap crap upon the unsullied young will be considered child abuse – leave their beauty-able, wonder-able minds alone. Sniff, snort, or exhort that JC drug & you get a scarlet J tattooed on your intoxinicated, lethal forehead so we can know to shun your non-happy-heathen rump. .. .. Instead, lie down on the ground and lay your cheek against the precious dirt of Earth & utter not a sound. True awe is unspeakable & leaves you speechless. .. ..    more »

George III doesn’t want people to think he is just shipping off mainly poor young men to the slaughter streets & yellow-brick IED roads. .. .. As of Dec 31, 2005, George III has gallantly contributed four & .356 toes to the noble Cause & Course.   more »

Fugu is the expert filleting of the exceedingly poisonous Hypocrisy fish . . . The radical and aggressive treatment probably necessary for cheney viperiens extremos is emergency splenectomy. The metastasized spleen just has to be hacked out on the spot�at the bus stop (As if any of them would ever ride a bus!) or at the dinner party with the butter knife or at the humvee sales lot .. .. .. We need to explore with you students of comedy how people live in the apr�sWar world .. .. . .    more »

Sometimes you've been so bleak that you conclude that there is too much tunnel and too little light. Then vicious and cunning Fate arranges a tryst so sweet and funny that you figure you will forgive her one more time for her unfathomable treacheries. .. ..Affinity is not on the Periodic Table of Elements .. ..   more »

Writers are used to being in the hand of Fate. When you get your own voice for sure at last, it�s like being knighted. You never need doubt the holy voice again. Soon tho, you realize that you are really an amanuensis for Something Which Speaks. The Ego does not write. It receives, like a pagan communion, the elixir. You are alive in the runes, the 3D of your sentences as they unfurl, the sentiments into images, around you. It is the alchemy. .. .. But to trust this impulse in your own living story with its bank accounts and rain and culverts as well as the parrots� feathers is nothing if not risky. It�s being risqu� may well not make up for how risky it really is . .. .   more »

Rosa Parks Dared. I grew up on a farm on the Eastern Shore of Maryland in the Fifties. There were the water fountains with 'Colored' & 'White.' The only place a traveling 'negro' family might rest their head along the several hundred miles on the Big Highway was down a dusty dirt road with a peeled and faded sign -- not even Dew Drop Inn, but only 'Colored.' What most folks not from those places or times cannot begin to imagine was how utterly brave 'just staying seated' was in those years. .. .. .. Also Weasel TV, improv with people off the street. .. .. What woeful oceanic inadequacy must a man feel who must have the ultimate codpiece vehicle, a Humvee? And eight of them, like Arnold? Welcome to Planet Asylum where the inmates clearly are running the whole hebang. Duck & cover .. .. .    more »

Lucid or elan or lively waking (& lucid or elan or lively dreaming, sooth said) is all a matter of deft attention. .. .. Attention is a substance. Attention can travel amongst the intersecting spheres of densities. Monsieur Einstein fussed about his e=mc2 which holds up pretty well in K1, the semi-standard shared steady or fairly predictable and persistent solidity. But attention -- the attention point can travel jaguar-like thru the forests of the night and of de-light. A=ec8 .. .. ..    more »

Oh but Ace, I wanted to remark on the travails and trawoes of that creep Karl. If you don�t get him, we will. We just slap the Empathy SlashVolter into his brain and turn on the rerun of his life. Aw, it�s great. He feels everything the folks he villainized felt, but just slightly slowed down so the molecular drip of the shame and agony plays its full neuronic amplitude through his sullied synapses. No compartmentalizing here. Karl cannot partition off his lousehood in the full Quark Activation of the Empathy SlashVolter. The villainized get to download all their distilled dismay into his circuits. Fair is fair. He can�t run; he can�t hide. The Truth Dawg has got a perfect nose. And nothin� is hid from the Record. Every gasp of joy and wonder is recorded on the Akashic Vinyl, and every putrid moment. Ole Karl has to re-eat his own vomit .. .. .    more »

Some day this times-juggling will be routine, it will be overt, not covert. Still, few enough will be expert at it, have the psychic circus athleticism, the mastery, the danceryness to careen or dervish, pirouette through the portals as they randomly appear. It requires a deft concentration & an hilarity of mind, the new spherical empirical, skidding, skating, scudding, there is rhyme in time, and season, but no reason .. .. .    more »

Fundamentalist Christianity is an anti-jesusian, virulent sidebar. The real 8000 lb gorilla in America is the Church of Militarism. To speak out against it is a burn-at-the-stake heresy-equivalent. They do you with the gatling gun and finish you off with a flamethrower.. Dare to suggest that 99% of military spending is a colossal waste of money and in come the bunker-busting bombs, soon to be nuclear for cruds sake .. ..?    more »

This is all pleasantly vicious gossip from the last few days. If you're too fine for that sort of thing, I'd skip this. We'll be back to being high-minded tomorrow. .. .. .. It was EMBARRASSING to see Judy Wudy Miller on Lou Dobbs -- she was being so girlie and flirty and submissive and sychophanty, I all but womitted. "Oh Lou," bat eyelashes (I didn't know real people actually did batting eyelashes -- I thought it was only Barbie in some pubescent guy's fevered imagination) bat eyelashes, "oh Lou-ie, Your littly whittly calendar counting my days in jail gave me so muchie wuchie hope!!!" -- bat eyelashes, sigh, sigh. One could all but see the hearts as 'i' dots. Groan -- took woman-kind back at least 2 centuries. I wanted to say Get a Room . .. .. ..    more »

As someone who, in the upstairs bathroom, started smoking Parliament cigarettes pilfered from my Mother when I was twelve (tho I never smoked my Mother�s religion); as someone who smoked a pack a day, often Camel straights, for 30 years; as someone who went cold turkey seven days before my sister�s gala wedding with its parties and wines and champagnes, I�m here to bring you the good news that horrible and deadly addictions can be quit cold cold turkey, and after two weeks, 14 days, a fortnight of vigilance against the Insinuating Voice of the Inner Tempter, you are free and clear and living a more wholesome new life under a kind of cosmic Witness Protection Program. Nicotine and Religion and Heroin are three of the most addictive substances on Earth. They can be quit .. .. ..    more »

The laughing ape. The laughing ape will win beyond the killer ape in the end. That's the thread I'm following through The PearShaped Finale. The ironic inherit the Earth. .. .. .. Why do the ironic win? Not because the worlds are just, but because everything else is so damn boring. Only irony remains forever puzzling. We love to do puzzles. And when the stakes are our very (secret) lives, that's interesting. Always interesting. .. .. There is, however, more irony abuse than any other dreaded abuse you can imagine. Most hairless apes just don't get it. It's eel-slippery. Irony is the ultimate drug, but you can't fake it or take it or inject it or smoke it. You can sure bludgeon it tho. And most people do in these early days. Maxwell's leaden sledgehammer. Sometimes I cry out to the sky for relief -- save me from this irony-deficient damn planet now please .. .. ..   more »

�I cannot believe that we just go to sleep at night and let day after day pile up like corpses along side the highway of history while these bastards loot and steal right out from under our noses and we do not whimper, not even like a kicked dog. Where in the hell, Obol, amigo de mi coraz�n, is our dignity and our sacred honor? Such sheepery and lemminghood disgust me about ourselves. They don�t even have to bestir themselves to defeat us. They must be putting saltpeter in the junk food. Are we tamed by aspartame?� .. .. ..   more »

When you look back from Y3000, it�s clear that what saved us from war, from state-sanctioned human sacrifice, was, as it is in Y3000, art and perception, an electric perception. Art-thirst replaces blood-thirst. Seeing art, doing art. And when we let loose all that art on the Planet, it shines pearlescent all the way to the FarStars . .. .. .    more »

" ... a mad dickensian masterpiece of serial venom.. . . . an alloy of platinum and plutonium ..".. .. Goodbye, good riddance, Toad Spawn. Goodbye your Maggoty Minions. .. .. The exorcizm of America is today! George Bush will be cast out! Oh frabjous joy. George Bush cast out of America�s body politic, exorcized from her national soul. These were the whispers in the corridors, in the forests, the gleeful suspense, the joyous dread. Today, it�s today. Toad Spawn, Be Gone! Gladness reigns once more. Take a very deep breath. The Exorcizm is today! Exhale utterly. Oh yes, see him go � his toxic influence; the emptier pipsqueak husk will strut around for a spate. See how lovely you feel, how light, how bright. Carpe comedy,, my sweets, and get re-enchanted with making our Planet, Home, better, cooler, more wide-hearted, fairer. Starting with raising the sodding minimum wage! . . . .[ToadSpawn update .. 09.28.05 .. ..   more »

When the script writers lost control of the domineering Religion Christianity, Gata was called in to do some re-writes before this Religion of Peace blew every one off the planet. Hiroshima and Nagasaki hadn�t made enough of a dent to sate the virulent ebolaesque e christiani, a disease where you made damned sure that your enemies whom you were supposed to love bled from every orifice and from bullets holes if the other orifi weren�t enough. .. .. ..   more »

<^> �No Mardi Gras,� sez the sursurd and vile and vapid Rev. Shanker. �It was God�s magnificent mercy that wiped out the City of Sin and Mardi Gras.� .. .. Me, I say, Mardi Gras? Why not Lundi Gras, Mercredi Gras, Jeudi Gras, Vendredi Gras , Samedi Gras, Dimanche Gras? Fat Tuesday, Fat Monday, Fat Everyday. All days Yippee & Yummy . .. .. .. also Militant Pacifist teeshirt; $200,000 per minute spent in Iraq as a meme or idea virus . .. ..    more »

Rev. Bill Shanks reassures you that �New Orleans now is abortion free. New Orleans now is Mardi Gras free. New Orleans now is free of Southern Decadence and the sodomites, the witchcraft workers, false religion -- it's free of all of those things now," Shanks says. "God simply, I believe, in His mercy purged all of that stuff out of there -- and now we're going to start over again." . .. .. . Thank whatever stars amuse you that you don�t have to live inside a brain like these authorized representatives writhe within. No wonder there is only one joke in the bible .. ..    more »

I realized that when I visited you in the summer of 2005, you had some serial murderer, repulsive & loathsome, who had murdered a dozen people. There was huffing and puffing and clucking, �Monster. Remorseless. On & On.� In the exact same days, your remorseless Murderer-in-Chief who had by proxy killed or maimed 100,000 non-combatants was swaggering around being protected by strong and handsome young viriles who had at hand a special Device where MaimerDood could cause the destruction of millions in one very fell swoop. There was no recoil. No shame. No projectile vomiting of disbelief. It was all considered not only normal, but very fine. Sketches of official portraits were being prepared and a new official chef to fed the Maimer and its family was just hired . .. .    more »

Those brie & anti-freedom fries nibbling Frenchies, those Traitors to Being For Us, were anguishedly right as it turns out. Mr. Chalabi was a judas who sold us a bill of bads so he could wear pressed linen suits and strut around under his family's ancient date palms once again. . . . . We think Mr. Cheney is the 12ftTall-Lizard-in-human-disguise-in-Chief. He has the greatest lipless-lizard look, speaking-with-flicking-forked-tongue look, but like a contact high, a lot of the folks in the Administration are evincing a viperesque cast, a contact slither . .. .   more »

Once we outwitted the Inevitability of Slavery, War is now the Inevitable Social Condition, the sine qua non of immutable human nature. . . . Pish tush. Balderdash. Piffle. (That�s a hat-trick of disdain.) If we set our minds to the Abolition of War as a grail goal, and we make every decision in its light, we will outwit the slouched Beast and spend out Lives, Fortunes, and Sacred Honor on the Pursuit of Happiness through Art and other Ingenuities . . . .    more »

That you bastards could call dead, mutilated children collateral damage is a scarlet fact so disgusting, so repugnant to the human of heart that I have crossed into an incandescence of rage. . . . I will not accept a world in which the hissing and falsely pious utter the phrase collateral damage. To whom collateral?. . . I could, in concept, possibly bear it if you fell blubbering to your knees keening screaming, tearing your over-starched white shirts from your chests in grief. But this mealy-mouthed measured crap. It is cursed .. . .    more »

When I was 10-years-old, I saw wall upon wall of medical close-up photos of Hiroshima and Nagasaki victims . . . . It was that day in Washington DC that I stepped upon another species path. I did not care if I was the only one. I claim nor exalt kin nor kindness with a species that would do that deliberately charred mutilation to its own kind whose photographs I saw upon the walls. Better alone in the universe with no friend nor God than to be one of the glorified, sung and storied DeathDealers or one of their apologists. Militant pacifism. It was and is a reviled view. I cannot recommend this deep a loneliness to you, friend, but if you cannot bear the lies and the slither of rationalization, your own heart will feel light to you and you will have earned the wholehearted right to hear the dawn songs of birds without the static of the screams of the dead that the Killers hear in their own forsaken child�s heart. There was a time before they joined the Legions of DeathDealers, before they chose to walk across the line of blood and justifiy the sword; the machete; the M16UziAK47; the jellied gasoline. Before they surrendered their will to the command of a Dark Purpose which feeds on the blood of the innocent under the guise of glory . .    more »

This is so politically black a confection that it is obsidian. Unless you can take your Absolut TheoFascist AntiHypocrisy with a chaser of battery acid, best skip this. If you're Irony Deficient tho, it'll perk up your irony-poor blood. It ain't for the faint of heart. Jane The Messiah, the 3nd Coming, does an intensive interview for Carpe Comedy, an holozine. �Well,� said Jane The Messiah, �ever since they so screwed up the reporting on the 1st Coming & the utterly overlooked 2nd Coming, we are never ever doing Coming gigs without holovideo. You gotta actually see my lips move so you can�t lie about what I said. The Nazarene was an OK guy, but without the holovideo, he got seriously tabloided throughout a gore-fest of history that he never had in mind, or in heart.That whole eat-my-flesh, drink-my-blood thing was an inside joke to get some guffaws around the supper table! Only crazy people would, like, do it ..."   more »

Where the Rub is � the Unholy Alliance between Golden Calf-ism, that Obscene Creed of GigaGreed, and the Wicked Uber-Patriotic Violence is the Anti-Christ or the Anti-Christ-Equivalent. Like brave, baffled Bill McKibben (Harpers Aug 05) and Bill Moyers, moderate Christians must speak out against these fundamentalist and extremist quintessential perversions of their potentially sweet and modest faith . . . The imagination quails � shrinks back, shudders � at the violence of the delusion, the wickedness, the nastiness, the awful arrogance of our present Golden-Calf-ridden Nation. Christ would certainly be turning over in his grave if he were still there. . . . The radical vision of Jesus was to be tender � that we tend our fellows, tend our earth, our earth is our hearth. Like opening the 3rd eye, Jesus blew open the sealed doors to the heart and left us naked and gentle in the face of each other, each brother, all kin, all kind. Daring to be tender, the power in powerlessness was the gift Jesus gave, the unconditional surrender to being tender. How few jesusians there have ever been through these centuries. The satanic bargain with worldly power slammed shut those gates to the heart. Kindness became slogans not acts . . .    more »