follow your instincts,
is my best advice.
but many choose a different path…
and many egos choose a different path.

you are born,
you enjoy the innocence of youth,
and then…
you come to realize that everyone dies,
that everyone ends…
and all, at best(?), they leave,
is their legacy…

i read once that ‘writers never die’
and maybe thats true,
for spirit can be continued in verse,
and as the scientists say,
energy is always conserved,
converted from one form to another…
but then what of a brilliant work by Burroughs,
which affects hundreds,
maybe thousands?

words, life, energy put into words,
of a long dead man,
magnified,
never dimishined in core root…

that shits in the face of the scientists.

from the christians,
the hindus,
the buddhists,
the muslims…
my only conclusion,
is…
worry about ther afterlife,
only when we enter that unknown to ALL who still live realm.
until then,
persist free and wild,
chase happiness,
for yourself and those closest to you,
for bringing joy onto your loved ones
brings joy onto you…

I care little if you steer well clear of politics, of literary classic consumption. For I am interested solely in soul and more so, in Spirit.

We all die…its not our beginnings or our endings which forge in stone our input to history. Its what we do in between…

So chase your dreams, be righteous, protect and encourage the weak, crush, with every opportunity, the strong cunts…and chase happiness, at all costs. seek out, then surround yourself with, the creatures which bring you the most joy…

I first read Manfredi’s work a decade ago, when for my 22nd birthday, a close friend of mine, Mario…the ex-gangster of Naples, philosopher, sage, hedonist, traveler, world class chef, talented footballer…presented me with the Alexander trilogy. Those books enticed me into an ancient world where the ideals of Valour, Bravery and Loyalty were actually valuable and revered, unlike the world of Today. They changed me. Validated core yearnings, encouraged parts of my fervour to continue, to dive deeper, to travel further and wider, and to always chase a Dream.

Many years have passed since I read those three books, and the increased harabouring of my own aspirational want for literal endeavour has precluded a return to Manfredi. But recently, after finding Bukowski’s letters compliation, too depressing, too horrifying, too eager to darken my spirit and kill the innocence of my heart; I returned to Manfredi, with this book…Tyrant.

Admittedly, I have more natural interest in the story of a syracusan leader than those who have zero link, bloodwise, to such a city, and country. But still…this story is historically accurate, involves huge upheavals of the ancient realm, beautifully rendered, poetic, brutal…and a companion I could not put down. I have made myself sick from perservering with my afterwork hour or three in the front garden following Dionysius, through rain and wind and wooden splinters in my gumline.

I have been inspired, delighted, brought to tears…and more proud than ever before, of my 50% syracusan blood, merely for the hint of any connection to such a special character, whose moves, however vicious, however horrifying, I could not once fault.

Highly reccomended.
Animal Rating 9/10

for i have relented,
aquiesced,
to walking a line,
to talking in time,
to a set of beats,
i find ugly,
lifeless,
a constant encouragement to avoid any hint of SOUL,
any recognition of SPIRIT…

its time,
to say FUCK YOU…

its time,
to reveal myself,
for what i deeply am,
for good or ill.

aesop roars ‘none shall pass’
whilst looking like me,
aiming an arrow out of the projects…

this aint a poem, but its neither proper prose…so how i present it, is beyond me, so lets scrap the form, and stick with the meaning, with the meat and the bones…YES, i consider myself intelligent, far from wise, and insanely emotively open. There is zero arrogance in my stance, but also zero joy…for in a blind world, the one eyed man is depressed, not King…for they cannot see what i see, and therefore, not feel what i feel…i spend too much time embodying my spirit, via my filthy loins, too much time showing myself as a seal pup to sharks…i need to go home. as that is where the heart is, as always…but i cannot do so yet, due to my love for this growling, vicious hellhound behind me, my baby boy, the apple of my heart’s eye…nobody comes before him, or near to him, in terms of my Feelings, which as always, wherever i am, are ALL that matters…

I enjoy my working hours, as i am not just allowed, but constantly encouraged, to play the volatile, ‘knowledgable’, sex pest, haggard fool…which makes me smile, but…leaves me cold. leaves me, wanton to head home, to be poor as a street fighter, without the muscle or hustle, to survive, in more vibrant realms…

maybe you, anyone reading this far into an obvious rant of Self, can feel, or suspect, these are the words of a man undone,….by his own long held, but now dead, desire for that enchanting myth of finding the most glorious of glories, not just between the thighs of, but inside the heart and soul of, a nubile minx.

what the majority of strangers dont seem to have the mental and more importantly, emotional, capacity to realize, that when they ask to see my wordsmithery, then comment, or avoid me for all days after…that my WRITING is not fiction, it is not contrived, it is not how I wish to be seen…my ONLY talent with words is, as dangerous as it is valuable to the few wicked heads who feel me, an expression of the darkest, deepest parts of my very essence…i assumed that was obvious…but i was wrong…or maybe i wasn’t…and so, those who ask me to show them such raw, vital expressions of DANIEL, and then react with silence, or…’you should try fiction’…to me…that feels like a huge FUCK YOU.

William Burroughs is one of my educators, one of my major inspirations as a haphazard wordsmith. Without any doubt, his mind was exceptional, mainly in terms of the journeys it could make and bring back to Reality, and thankfully, into written word record. With Hunter S Thompson, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Charles Bukowski, he is a King to me, when it comes to the Way of the Written Word…Naked Lunch, Junky, The PLace of Dead Roads, The Western Lands…all rank as some of the finest, most inspiring literature I have ever had the pleasure and good fortune to come across…As for The WIld Boys…despite the promotional spiel on the rear cover, with such praise as ‘more lucid than Naked Lunch. An ethereally beautiful book’(rolling stone)…and ‘the wild boys is certainly Burroughs’ most accesible book since Naked Lunch! It’s also his boldest experiment and, perhaps, finest achievement, the work of a brilliant mind that has mellowed but remained very much in tune with the crackle of the universe’ (los angeles time)…those words smack of total duplicity. For as a man who has read all of his work, this book seems, at best, littered with truly wonderful passages, but swamped by homosexual erotica of a definitely foul flavour, and much closer, in huge dollops, to his cut-up lunacy, than his gorgeous, often electrifying prose…

The book can be as stunning as…
their eyes light up inside like a cat’s and their hair stands on end. And they charge down the slope with incredible speed leaping from side to side. We open up with everything we have and they still keep coming. They aren’t human at all more like vicious little ghosts. They carry eighteen-inch bowie knives with knuckle-duster handles pouring into the river bed above and below us leaping down swinging their knives in the air. When one is killed a body is dragged aside and another takes his place. The regiment formed a square and it lasted about thirty seconds.

and as pointlessly awful as this…
I lay down with my legs up to Xolotl. He slides the fish inside me and everything was blue swimming away into the sky and I did it to him sometimes he is Xolotl grabbed from behind head back whining in his throat could hear myself whimpering face in his out into the night stars glow there with soft blue fire when I squirted my river of running water and vines.

Valdez Rating…5/10

All these feelings which consume me, which govern me, they are ultimately worthless…as your feelings are ultimately worthless. even though to me, feelings are everything, the only thing that matters…

Last night i cried myself to sleep, grabbed Oscar from my feet, held him close to my head and heart, simply in order to feel as much creature to creature warmth as possible, for the moment. And moment are ALL we have, as humans, as hyenas, as gila monsters, as trees…in such a state last night, my mind drenched with realism and THC, pondering death, i channeled a formerly close friend of mine, fuck it, a still close friend of mine, even though all facts point towards his suicide…i felt what he told me, which i could never contest, as i agreed.

As a wiser, elder brother told me, many moons ago…when i was so savagely depressed after a french sicilian girl i had adored with everything i had, for four fuckin years, had ditched me, via ecstacy, for a man who resembled physically, Shrek, a man who openly told as many as could hear his shrieks of worthlessness, ‘i cant even look at my reflection in a shop window’…but…he ran around town, finding her E and fine white poweder, when I told my then fiance, at the time, ‘what the fuck is wrong with you??? where is the girl i have adored for many years?? the girl who followed me across the world and back???No, fucking NO, i WONT ask my people for drugs, for you and your new office crowd’…he told me…’your ex is now chugging troll cum…and so what??? you want to compete??? well, i have been with many women, but the only woman i have ever truly loved, got cancer, and when she knew she was going to die, she discarded me, to head around the world…she discarded me…so fuck off, and cry in your room’…wise words.

I KNOW what most deem LOVE. I have been blessed, more than most, in terms of the people i have been thrust upon. But here and now, at 32 years of age. i truly fucking have no reason to live, other than to make Oscar’s tail wag…Is that enough???? when what i am leading to, is a darkness, as cold and barren and unfeeling as Deep Space itself…

my only advice can be this:
Live your life as vibrantly as possible. Do good onto the good, crush the obviously Nasty. Surround yourself with love, and embrace that Love…hope for the best. Selah///

I have wanted to write to you for many moons, but such impulses have been restrained and crushed, due to the fear of my inability to inspire a response, my fear of writing to the ONLY artist I truly revere, who remains above ground, concluding all too quickly that I am yet another demented ‘fan’…I AM a fan, but I consider you a brother. I consider you a King of Men. For your words rarely fail to not only inspire, but also, to make me feel less alone. To make me feel damn sure that you are a man who like me, has zero interest in superficialities, who assumes, through his very nature, a fanatical zeal for self expression…

In a wierd trick of the cruel jester of my fate, it was Slug who managed somehow to put me onto you. I was a massive devotee of Sean Daley, that is, until I discovered you, and around the same time, he began to show his limitations. I have met the great man twice, but what he is producing with Ant these days is for the teenagers, not his own stupidly loyal niche of old. He has heart, and can rhyme, but compared to you, and this is coming from a man who adored him for many years, he is a richly toothsome bean, and you are the bean stalk…I could likely conjur a more fitting analogy to mind, but for now, that will have to suffice, for if I delay sending this missive, it will lose its vitality. Its better to compose and send in one sitting, not several, for the creases will appeal to you more than the smoothness…I cannot recall how mr Daley led to you, but it was likely through either my own investigations into Slug’s contemparies and friends OR my skater housemate attending a live show at The Concorde in Brighton, England, and returning to our shared den, to tell me ‘this man appeared on stage, the sound system was broken, but he rhymed anyway, and he was fucking superb, right up your street, dannyboy’…

Since then, I have been devout. I can still cry all too easily at Runaways, and whenever I make a mix CD, for a new friend, or a Lady I want to devour, you feature more than prominently, you ARE the feature…hohoohohoho!…and rightfully so.

I already have your new album. Its quality. A definite diversion from your previous efforts, but there is hardly a chasm between the Old and the New,, for you have been meddling for a while, with the sounds privileged to serve as a platform for your wordplay. The shiniest aural gem is clearly, upon first listen of li(f)e, Best of Times, but I am also heavily affected by Diamonds and Pearls..we seem to have chased and embraced, loved and lost, the same women, Sage. But this is only partly WHY I revere you as a human God, if such a term exists, either in thought or substance. You offer the truest reflection of Western Culture I have come across. Putting Existence into words, which Dostoyevsky, Burroughs, Thompson, Miller, would be deeply proud of. In short, you don’t know me, but I know you, and you have my love, and also my vicious, aggressive reccomendation, even demand, for others, to seriously LISTEN to your message…I would go as far as to say that anyone who doesn’t feel you, is no friend of mine, and not worth my time. So in those terms, you have become a yard-stick, with which I measure human worth…

In a world saturated with bullshit, you are a glimmer of sunshine, breaking through the clouds, burning Honesty and Truth into the souls of those fortunate enough to feel you. And I am so fucking happy, that you continue to exist and create and share…I compare you with my wolverine maltese shitsu son, Oscar, who mauled my face horridly a fortnight back, when mistaking my nose for a potential thief of the bone carefully hidden under his paws. Its not the bestial tendency towards berserker bitch which provides the comparison. Its the feeling, of profound weight, of ‘such a creature should never die’. Because Oscar, despite his dark instinctive streak, is also beautiful, and real, and amazingly open hearted, that the world WILL BE a colder, less enjoyable place to be when he is gone.’

Well, I guess I should ask the questions which have pushed me to finally pen you a line or ten…Firstly…I read on facebook, that you would be coming to Melbourne(australia) this October. Is this true????? If it is true, please, at least consider the offer, of allowing me the honour of cooking you dinner, pouring you a few glasses of finnish firewater, even taking you to a few decent bars in the city, intentionally hidden away from the mormon masses…

Send word, Sage,

I would be sincerely honoured to hear from you,
warmly,
with intense reverence,
Daniel
and ratdog

P.s>>>>>>>>>>>> on a side note, my aforementioned ratdog son, Oscar, jumps into my arms and howls like a wolf cub whenever I play loud and proud, Jah Didn’t Kill Johhny. Which is strange…for its one of my favourite songs of all times, and Oscar howls for nothing other…I see it as rather fitting, that such a song can reach so deeply into myself as well as my canine companion….

This is aimed more directly at the Americans, English, frogs than anyone else, but regardless, it should make for interesting reading and consumption as smooth as a plate of shark’s teeth over penne and bear shit.

Well…no point beating around the bush, may as well get straight to the femurs…and so…

The world witnessed this week, in graphic detail, the torture and execution of Colonel Gaddafi. The most recent international pariah was leaving his hometown stronghold of Sirte, in a convoy, which was bombed from the heavens above, by a US drone. That didn’t finish The Boss, who managed to hide in a tunnel, but was soon found, already bloodied up, by those NATO supported rebels, who some call revolutionaries…The lynch mob proceeded to stab, sodomize with a knife, then execute the former mad king of Libya, before displaying his body in an icy butcher’s store, in order to allow a lengthy line of The New Order the chance to have the photo taken next to the body. If they didn’t manage to get their fill, there was always the corpse of one of Gaddafi’s sons, presented similarly, in another butchery department nearby.

This wonderful ‘arab spring’ eh??? When all the good guys rise up against the bad guys, and with a little help from our own rulers, take power by force, and scream with wild joy.

What occurred in Libya was no revolution, the oppressed rising up against tyrants and winning their liberty. It was a NATO sponsored insurrection, designed to take out the head of a ruling party which was causing the major foreign powers financial concerns. When NATO talk of a ‘no fly zone’, we now know that this equates to ‘aerial bombardment, of hospitals, bridges, waterlines, schools and of course; escaping convoys’. Make no mistake, this was not in the slightest a Good v Bad battle. This was not a revolution demanded by, forced by, carried out by, the Libyans. Without the NATO bombs, these rebels would have been slaughtered, and I dare to say, and rightly so. For from what I can gather, from known facts, Gaddafi was not quite the despotic savage he has understandably been made out to be by the western media institutions.

Rather than solely my own ultra subjective opinion to back that last statement up, lets focus on some real hard facts…facts which I highly doubt will ever be spread through the major western media institutions.

In 2009, Libya sat at the top of the table for Africa on the Human Development Index. According to the United Nation’s Food and Agriculture Organization, Libya “has made strides in public health and, since 1980, child mortality rates have dropped from 70 per thousand live births to 19 in 2009. Life expectancy has risen from 61 to 74 years of age during the same span of years.”

The WHO (world health organization) has described Libya’s public health care prior to Operation Odyssey Dawn in the following terms: “Health care is available to all citizens free of charge by the public sector. The country boasts the highest literacy and educational enrolment rates in North Africa. The Government is substantially increasing the development budget for health services…” Similarly, UNESCO’s Institute for Statistics demonstrates a high literacy rate of 89% (99% for the youth), a primary school enrolment rate of 97%, while according to the World Bank, “In a relative short period of time, Libya achieved universal access for primary education, with 98% gross enrolment for secondary, and 46% for tertiary education. In the past decade, girls’ enrolment increased by 12% in all levels of education.”

After NATO began their bombing campaign, this rally was caught on camera…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=pl … WzNhk3zv4U
An estimated 1.5 million people, of a population of 6 million…do you really believe that all those people were encouraged with a gun to their heads, to show their support in such huge numbers???

It’s interesting to note how the BBC reported on Gaddafi’s Great Man Made River Project back in March 2006, a time when he was in favour with the West. Quite rightly, the BBC used phrases such as, “it is impossible not to be impressed with the scale of the project,” and “It is hard to fault the Libyans on their commitment. They estimate that when the Great Man-Made River is completed, they will have spent almost $20bn. So far, that money has bought 5,000km of pipeline that can transport 6.5 million cubic metres of water a day from over 1,000 desert wells. As a result, Libya is now a world leader in hydrological engineering, and it wants to export its expertise to other African and Middle-Eastern countries facing the same problems with their water.” It is the world’s largest irrigation project.
Or rather, it was. In July of 2011, NATO bombed the pipeline, adding to the expanding list of war crimes committed by the organization whose mission in Libya was based on the “responsibility to protect” civilians. Some estimate that in the region of 30,000 people have been killed since NATO began attacking Libya in March, and there is clear evidence that the destruction of the water supply is far from the only contravention of the laws of war committed by NATO in Libya. None of which should come as a surprise: as with all of NATO’s previous “interventions”, schools, hospitals, electric power stations, basic infrastructure and built up civilian districts have taken heavy losses and often been reduced to rubble, ready for the IMF to enter the fray with reconstruction packages – this is where the real looting begins.
(http://www.informationclearinghouse.inf … e29524.htm)
It does not take much more digging into the easily available archives to find that Gaddafi was responsible for:

Hugely aiding the ANC in their battle against apartheid in South Africa.
Pumping $300m into a project to send into space the first African owned satellite, which had the definite benefits of halting in its tracks an annual $500m lease fee, plus interest on the debt, for use of the European satellites for all satellite based communications.
Forcing the issue of the African Monetary Fund, giving the African continent the chance to rule its own monetary affairs, taking away the power from the IMF to basically hold Africa to ransom, as heavily as it pleased.
As seen above: greatly increasing the physical well being of the majority of Libyans, in terms of health and education and life expectancy.

For a more detailed explanation head here:>
http://www.informationclearinghouse.inf … e27936.htm

For anyone who has made it this far, surely something seems amiss?

It is not in any way my intention to paint The Colonel as a white knight, but to me, when even a few of the facts behind his rule become apparent, like with Saddam, I see most clearly, a Western Grudge carefully packaged as ‘support for a revolution of the oppressed’…which just also happens, to likely lead to the horrific destruction of a society and of course, the lining of the pockets of the Western powers who made this happen…its a fucking disgrace.

I often read the Guardian, but they have proven themselves absolutely and constantly and intentionally deceitful. Running pieces from Libyans who write passionately about ‘every single Libyan harmed by gaddafi in the last 40 years’…well, why have they neglected to apply objectivity, through also mentioning what i have outlined above???

There is no doubt in my mind, that like Saddam, if you crossed Gaddafi you were dead, and likely so was your family…but if you wanted to do nothing more adventurous, than play your part in society, enjoy solid healthcare, get educated, cause no trouble, then you were fine and dandy. Compare this with our own rulers…

Anyone in the US, UK, Australia and other countries I cannot vouch for presently, PAID THEIR TAXES, and so are responsible, directly or indirectly (however you view it), for an invasion and destruction of three countries in the last decade. Iraq, Afghanistan and Libya…but wait a second…weren’t those same despots our friends???

Does it strike you as rather odd, that the UK and France, two of the major governments responsible for bombing the fuck out of Gaddafi’s forces, actually armed Gaddafi over the last few years…??? It makes more sense when you realize that the West armed the Taliban and Saddam, and likely also, any other country we are soon to invade.

Before I cut this chord of disharmony, I will mention my own predictions regarding Who Will We Invade Next…

The debts of the West are staggering and impossible to cure without crunching other countries and peoples in the name of ‘spreading democracy’. Baghdad was a city you and I could have visited pre-invasion, yet now, nobody other than a suicidal maniac or well trained mercenary, would even ponder heading there. These wars are about money. They are nothing to do with liberation…only a fool contest such a statement. I try hard to envy the Dumb, who are plentiful and growing in number, but I cannot un-learn, un-know, and so I am stuck, with a soiled with rage and despair soul and increasingly vicious spirit, wanton for Justice, wanton mainly for my taxes to be used in a righteous manner. Is this too much to ask????

The OCCUPY movement is mildly interesting, but ultimately pointless, for nothing other than direct action can make the change that is desperately needed.

I read the reports, i spoke with eye-witnesses, and the end conclusion I came to, in regards to the OCCUPY movement here, was that the vast bulk of spastic wannabe beatnik scum involved were nothing more than financially comfortable cunts, pretending to be eager for change. But when your only line is ‘we are the people!’. I ask in return, ‘and what????? what do you want??? what is your point??? when you seem to be campaigning against corporate greed, camping opposite McDonalds, where you visit to grab your cheap burgers…do you not see how that makes your ONLY point mute???…I guess not..you ARE the people, yes I hear you, but what does that mean????’…

If a group has form for invading foreign lands, destroying their infrastructures and societies, raping their land of resources, do you really think that camping in the city and roaring in unison ‘we are the people’ is going to cause any constructive change???

Sorry…I got distracted by a rancid tangent of gloom and doom…back to the story…recently, a former 4 star US general said that the US government has a plan of invading seven countries in five years…i cannot dispute the first three countries on his list, as they have actually been invaded…Afghanistan, Iraq and Libya…Nor can i begin to show argument against his next suggestions, of Syria then Iran…for the western media is daily gung ho in their attempts to like with saddam, like with the Taliban, like with gaddafi, demand of their people to believe that these people are truly evil…Syria seems the most likely next target. Which is workable, militarily so. Iran is a different matter altogether, as an invasion will surely lead to a grounded war, which the result of is far from certain…

The other countries likely to be invaded, are apparently Lebanon, Somalia and Sudan.
(http://www.informationclearinghouse.inf … e29129.htm)

I am not placing myself into some niche of righteousness, nor abusing you for failing to do the digging I have done, in order to find at least, slightly more of the facts than our own societies present to us. My aim is to do what I can, short of heading to the Gaza Strip and offering my services as a sniper. Which amounts to…making others aware of the reality of our own governments.

What bothers me most is not the lack of awareness, but the lack of love between us. We are literally playing into the hands of those who govern us. In the least, regardless of whether you are an OCCUPY protester, or preparing yourself to head to a training camp on the outskirts of Mogadishu, or a housewife concerned only and understandably with taking care of your own…PLEASE, in the least, just try to show love to not just your family and friends, but to all humans on the planet…unless such people are cunts, in which case, avoid them, make them well aware that your pour scorn on their modus operandis.

My own desires are for love, passion, mixing constantly with wicked creatures, and lust. This politics routine is something i feel a need, not desire, to engage with, and embrace, in the hope that I can spread FACTS which are otherwise not presented.

Make no mistake, I am as selfish as any man. I want nothing more than to be beautifully entangled with a wicked woman, who loves both me and my hellhound, to save gold nuggets, then head to the south of Italy, renovate a dilapidated farmhouse, grow allsorts of fruit and vegetables and vodka and weed and mescaline, run naked wild and free, and be near enough to the ocean to dive in regularly during the sunnier months of the year…

The only women I know who could even potentially be my Queen, are presently with other men, and due to my constant demand for Honour, I wont push my eagerness onto them, for they are lovely enough moments in my life to be happy and grateful for the interaction which exists in my day to day life….so…i am left with…my demand to WRITE, and am afforded a near total focus upon my more volatile facets.

I want to grow snow peas, I want to make my own dark and highly potent rum, I want to be rolling around in bed with a nubile minx as raindrops create a soothing symphony on the roof and windows and earth outside…but failing that, in this period, i want to make my existence useful, and so…be advised that the recent ‘support of democracy’ in Libya, is not at all as it seems. we have supported, likely for the majority unwittingly, the overthrow of a Leader who did seemingly more Right than Wrong, and in his place, we have bombed, killed, massacred, slaughtered into the throne of power, a group of mutually hateful tribes, who when they find the former leader, on the run, smile as we bomb him, shoot him, stab him, sodomize him with a large knife, execute him, then tell the world that they are set to enforce strict sharia law, in the ‘new libya’. So…

http://www.therightscoop.com/the-horror-of-sharia-law/

watching that, which was no surprise, but nonetheless horrible…horrible…fucking disgraceful…tears running down my cheek, rage rising from the gut of my stomach…fuck Sharia Law. THAT is a reason to liberate a people, especially the women…