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Founder: Beat poets and artists
Greenwich Village contains 3 nations.
Today's World Census Report
The Least Corrupt Governments in Greenwich Village
World Census officials visited a range of government departments and recorded how frequently bribes were required to complete simple administrative requests.
As a region, Greenwich Village is ranked 13,553rd in the world for Least Corrupt Governments.
|1.||The Republic of City Camel||Left-Leaning College State||“City life”|
|2.||The Contemplated Madness of Lamb Stone||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“Listen closely, you never know what you'll hear”|
|3.||The Commonwealth of Ureyzyq||Inoffensive Centrist Democracy||“He who is transplanted still sustains”|
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- 6 days ago: Regional Founder The Giant Blue Coffee-House of Beat Poets and Artists ceased to exist.
- 12 days ago: The Matriarchy of Sisterhood of SCUM Manifesto of the region RADICAL LESBIAN FEMINISTS proposed constructing embassies.
- 16 days ago: The Federation of Desdenea of the region The House of The Sun proposed constructing embassies.
- 25 days ago: Embassy cancelled between The Internationale and Greenwich Village.
- 28 days ago: Embassy cancelled between Bohemian grove and Greenwich Village.
- 34 days ago: Beat poets and artists arrived from Lazarus.
- 34 days ago: The Community of Bleeker Street Bards ceased to exist.
- 53 days ago: Regional Founder The Giant Blue Coffee-House of Beat Poets and Artists ceased to exist.
- 78 days ago: Embassy established between Democratic Underground and Greenwich Village.
Greenwich Village Regional Message Board
Christmas was okay, tired from a lot of traveling though
City Camel, that was good reading! It was just cheerful enough; after all, maybe we ought to stand on the threshhold of every new year with some trepidation and awe. Sounds like you need to sit down and rest a spell. Grab a table and make yourself comfortable.
I've been thinking about Bob Kaufman a lot since I stumbled on his poem in my notebook, and now here's another one I really like, called "On":
On yardbird corners of embryonic hopes, drowned in a heroin tear.
On yardbird corners of parkerflights to sound filled pockets in space.
On neuro-corners of striped brains & desperate electro-surgeons.
On alcohol corners of pointless discussion & historical hangovers.
On television corners of cornflakes & rockwells impotent America.
On university corners of tailored intellect & greek letter openers.
On military corners of megathon deaths & universal anesthesia.
On religious corners of theological limericks and
On radio corners of century-long records & static events.
On advertising corners of filter-tipped ice-cream & instant instants
On teen-age corners of comic book seduction and corrupted guitars,
On political corners of wanted candidates & ritual lies.
On motion picture corners of lassie & other symbols.
On intellectual corners of conversational therapy & analyzed fear.
On newspaper corners of sexy headlines & scholarly comics.
On love divided corners of die now pay later mortuaries.
On philosophical corners of semantic desperadoes & idea-mongers.
On middle class corners of private school puberty & anatomical revolts
On ultra-real corners of love on abandoned roller-coasters
On lonely poet corners of low lying leaves & moist prophet eyes.
Not exactly perky and happy I know, but it always made me think.
And speaking of "perky", the espresso machine is being fixed so I put on my old-fashioned percolator to keep the coffee flowing while the repairman replaces a broken part. So rest after your travels CC, and let me get you some coffee.
thank you for the espresso its helped with the faster pace of life! *sips quietly in thought before continuing*
Poetry that makes one think is very good I agree. The poem you wrote is one of those too, to take aspects and say the characteristics of each in a wide array of subjects
This next one is a bit revolutionary
oh baron of industry
do not worry, do sleep well
nobody will hurt you, banker my friend
this truth to you I gently tell
Sleep well, master of currency
on your silk sheets do rest
nothing will happen to you today
enjoy the very best
oh man of influence
your guards you pay enough
they will not turn on you, I'm sure
their life is not that tough
Sleep well, my politician
keep strong in your belief
your driver will not lock your door
and roll you down a cliff
Sleep well, my rich industrialist
dream soft and
your workers will not
turn on you
they live within their means
oh broker of the world
a canapé of gold above you
you and your family are safe
the passive masses love you
my master of the mansion
as our dreams gently burn
the guillotine is gone you know
and never will return
the lobbyist of death
on pillow soft and pure
no one thinks
that you're a curse
and hanging is the cure
Sleep well and know
within your heart
that you are safe and sound
we love our role
in your sick game
no harm to you will come
Sleep well, enjoy the lullaby
I sing for you today
you know that you
are good and strong
we just long to obey
Sleep well and close
your botox eyes
dream of the things
you buy and sell
your future is as pure as gold
we'll never rise and yell
sleep well and know
that all is fine
your order will never fall
don’t look behind
your back today
there's no one there at all
be safe be sure and strong
that we are not that smart
no sword of justice,
true and sharp,
is aimed right at your heart
Sleep well, my friend,
it's all okay
my lullaby will keep you numb
do not fear, enjoy your wealth
as silently we come
I need espresso. A lot of espresso. Then I'll think about poetry.
A near perfect nirvana.
Cleansing us like a sauna.
45 days D:
45 days gone
45 and counting
counting like falling petals
petals of cherry blossoms
soon counting isn't
of anything or for anything
it is a rhythm like breathing
like breathing of the number line
cherry trees will be naked many times over
dust uncounted lost
before the number line
rattles and breathes its last
ceased to exist!
welcome back to life!