tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204986162008-05-22T00:16:31.677-04:00Don't Shoot The MessengerAlicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comBlogger86125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-37714917358529483042008-05-19T13:23:00.005-04:002008-05-21T22:45:45.203-04:00Hijacked by Joe Wimpster!
So last night I was out drinking with my buddies on the UES/ The Slope and I ran into this chick named Lecy. She said I would write about my night in my blog the next day (today) and that when I did it would be f*@kin boring.
Me: Oh yeah? You know what's boring? Taking like a 25-year-break from blogging!
Lecy: I guess that means you've had to take like a 25-Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-53194797946610177592008-05-17T22:00:00.012-04:002008-05-19T15:10:48.766-04:00Perceptiony: A Fairy Tale
Once upon a time, there was a mad cool lady named Perceptiony, who lived in a castle in industrial Brooklyn.
One beautiful, Spring day, Perceptiony was at the Brooklyn Botanic Gardens, meditating under a cherry blossom tree, listening to the koto. Suddenly, the earth shook--the ground cracked open before her!
When she awoke, Perceptiony found herself in the depths of HellAlicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-15489647069803219322008-05-07T15:31:00.009-04:002008-05-08T10:28:01.148-04:00Poor Uncle Tom, Good Night
For Eight Belles
You heard the crowd sing "weep no more.." As you were led out to the green, Past columned stands, white and pristine, Into a narrow corridor. The gate was freed and off you tore-- Your hot hooves galloped in the gleen; Your muscles moved your gray coat's sheen. When suddenly, amidst the roar From wide-brimmed hats, cocked from julepsAlicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-75829016592603859792008-05-04T17:53:00.002-04:002008-05-04T18:01:55.817-04:0005/04, 03, 02, 01
Sitting under tree, Pink, paper blossoms above-- Is this suffering?
Here for harmony; Maybe Buddha had sake, A cold Sopporo.
The koto sounds like Little player piano, Rain falling on wood.
I forgot the sun. Did Buddha need SPF? Remember the sun.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-36786561339376273332008-05-03T01:36:00.006-04:002008-05-08T02:00:13.024-04:00Mindful Of
The scale's axis; the core, the heart,
the gift of humanness; on the lean days, in the off-season--
weathering those potholes in the road, the waves that rock each and every boat.
We must carry on--
and not let such things overtake us.
We must load our guns and aim for the target's center--and fire!
We must seize that chance in the face of Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-27951867714656317472008-04-29T18:06:00.005-04:002008-05-08T00:32:02.728-04:00Spring Ode
For Keats
The rain fell, and carried with it petals Which cover sidewalks, pavements wetted gray. The pigments, pink and yellow, boldly splayed Along the path, promote a stroll's abettal; Each step and breath awakes one to one's mettle. For who can stay asleep at Spring's display, And worry on and wander on one's way-- When blossoms, yet Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-26834907759041968302008-04-26T23:39:00.002-04:002008-04-26T23:43:05.294-04:00No Change In...
No change in chance meeting. How are there Expectations, desires.
Silly mystery, Blissful Folly-- Hope it won't go.
The dream, realized; Fate-rebellion, River drifting...
Further complicates Divine joys-- Divine moment following.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-5258207069268486602008-04-24T19:37:00.002-04:002008-04-24T19:42:31.079-04:004/21
Drinking Moon After The Rain. Little bird on small, round plate. Little spoon.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-8169237916431368522008-04-19T01:01:00.005-04:002008-05-04T19:37:30.559-04:00Back-n'-Organized!
The Pope's in town for Passover. And you know what that means? All out religious war! So come on, get out there and give a flyer for your team. Tibet's not involved and Oprah's gone Buddhist...right?
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-61051389966775482542006-08-17T16:10:00.000-04:002006-08-17T16:22:14.640-04:00Blood For Oil!
Three weeks ago, I gave blood. Last week, in the mail, I received an Exxon Mobile cash card from the New York Blood Center with a five dollar credit on it. Blood for Oil!
(Or: Altruist acts may result in a nasty bruise on one's arm, whether or not one gets a free quarter mile's worth of gas for it!)
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1152563131831786042006-07-10T16:13:00.000-04:002006-08-16T04:20:51.613-04:00Unstuck
In the interim of my absence--a complete upheaval. Still, events occur without pause; there is a seamlessness to time and circumstance.
Without warning, the Self may shift dramatically; becoming itself, touching upon its unconditioned origin: not death but truth.
There is freedom in facing one's situation.
Consciousness comes. A path opens up. There is no turning back.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1150990000117047292006-06-22T10:59:00.000-04:002006-07-25T17:01:57.856-04:00Happy Birthday To Me
Today is my birthday. I'm 17!
No need to delve into your retirement funds for gifts, loyal readers. If you must give, simply pick up one piece of trash today and throw it into the nearest waste receptacle.
Glory be to the Great Lords Of The Abyss!
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1150738535740773942006-06-19T13:09:00.000-04:002006-06-21T18:08:31.846-04:00The Land
Over the weekend I went camping with friends in Pennsyltucky.
I swam in a pond, read a book in a hammock and slept in a tent.
There was a huge spider on my tent. Cows ate my shirt. There were fireworks.
We set a dinasaur pinata on fire, followed by a Jenga tower.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1150299538474698232006-06-14T11:17:00.000-04:002006-08-07T17:05:10.833-04:00Id
Just as one is patting one's self on the back for leaps made in the way of "reasonable adulthood," one may find one's self quickly plunging into the depths of one's own animal nature.
Hopefully when the Emperor realizes he's naked, he does not have to reach for his starchiest three piece suit in penance.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1149125108531174862006-05-31T20:49:00.001-04:002008-04-24T22:29:17.060-04:00Hijacked by Joe Wimpster!
So last night I was out drinking with my buddies on the LES/ Greenpoint and I ran into this chick named Lecy. She said I would write about my night in my blog the next day (today) and that when I did, it would be f*@kin boring.
Me: Your blog's f*@kin boring! Why else would I hijack it? Because I like you?
Lecy: Because you're an aspiring schmactor who's trying desperately to get Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1148989892477470242006-05-30T07:44:00.000-04:002006-05-31T12:11:38.210-04:00Foolish 3
3.
In the grotesque nature of truth;
In the grotesque truth of nature;
Guilty or innocent, we die.
And, while living, watch
the guilty and innocent
live and die.
Thus, alone
in our thoughts
we find others.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1148760556721389742006-05-27T16:03:00.000-04:002006-08-16T17:05:55.543-04:00Foolish 2
2.
Identifying with
the organization
divides the family.
Trusts and bonds
feign trusting bonds
to steer the local politic.
There is no security
in blood and money;
church and state.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1148668837011094102006-05-26T14:34:00.000-04:002006-05-27T14:07:21.003-04:00Foolish
1.
In small moments
of happiness
the mind defies complexity.
The burden of worry
is less than
the awe of simple being.
"I'm alive and living"
is enough to unite
spirit and daylight.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1148336422840495402006-05-22T18:08:00.000-04:002006-05-30T16:52:37.600-04:00The Calm
The sun and lush green seem new
as if, yesterday, there had been
no storm at all.
How does it seem new every time;
The storm, so readily forgotten;
Today, evenly sad and beautiful.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1147886706054506202006-05-17T13:16:00.000-04:002006-07-30T03:55:55.046-04:00Fill In The Blank
I'm brainwashed in the way of ___________.
I have tendencies toward_____________.
I am corrupt because___________.
I am not corrupt because____________.
___________makes me angry.
___________makes me happy.
___________makes me human.
___________makes me "me."
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1147463798699985202006-05-12T15:46:00.000-04:002006-06-14T02:00:29.383-04:00Joey
And my old pal Joey.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1147463068152724962006-05-12T15:41:00.000-04:002006-05-17T15:50:41.593-04:00Peabody
Meet my new friend Peabody.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1147292461960110692006-05-10T15:56:00.002-04:002006-08-02T23:44:54.636-04:00Spackle
Today, while spackling holes in my brick walls, I saw an angry cat with a chainsaw.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1146497786591410272006-05-01T11:12:00.000-04:002006-05-22T18:31:22.663-04:00Sunday Times Weather Headline
Late Edition
Today: Brilliant sunshine, chilly start, mild end, high 67.
Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20498616.post-1146009311088618202006-04-25T19:31:00.001-04:002008-05-22T00:16:32.764-04:00Hijacked By Angrycommenter-bot!
I am Angrycommenter-bot. I am programmed to hijack Don't Shoot The Messenger and destroy it with a monotonous drone of half-truths.
Destroy Don't Shoot The Messenger.
(lasers)
Former child stars with blogging hobbies are no match for Angrycommenter-bot.
(lasers)
I did not like it when you erased your mouth in Photoshop.
(lasers)
You are too old to be blogging. You should find a Alicia Goransonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17961184296805806251noreply@blogger.com