<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:03:10.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ImaginaryGun</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-47973159180060095</id><published>2008-10-21T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:23:32.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yet Another spontaneously robust poem: The Elevator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;(please start to read from bottom to top) like Democracy and Liberalism&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;   on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;    shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt; took a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;  just   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;statute&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Hey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the bird flaps his wings in the great white glass ceiling called  sky and chirps  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt; "culture" and "progress"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the elegant statue of someone's idea of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And in my flight away from the stain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;every one must shit&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;sometime too;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and in it are all the things necessary of life; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&amp;amp; my poetry is like the shit of a sparrow on a statute &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;were to Move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;there is no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Its like farting in public in room where the door is locked and  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Keeping a blog is like sitting and dealing with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some like the smell of their own shit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;But I bet once or twice Even You has farted Too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;And you all cried Boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some-one farted:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-47973159180060095?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/47973159180060095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=47973159180060095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/47973159180060095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/47973159180060095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/10/yet-another-spontaneously-robust-poem.html' title='yet Another spontaneously robust poem: The Elevator'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-8194780898683154994</id><published>2008-10-07T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:41:38.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another spontaneous Poem:  Cool Autumn martian Miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;Over sentimental sentiment a sentiment &lt;div&gt;Hemingway would not approve neither would the grand master of cool Bukowski. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the shore look of the silver neon spoon that feeds me energy is keeping me awake up until noon. When i walk through the projects every second feels like a blink of the&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;martian Miss on the moon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes on cool clear autumn nights I can see her wink at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not mistaken she is not blinking but directly and intentionally perhaps &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;seductively winking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;She knows &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;i see her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;                         &lt;/span&gt;and acts like my muse &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but not interms of pornography but more like a good song to lull me into caring about &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;the revolutions of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;but really i dont care for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she martian Miss on cool clear autumn nights inspires me enough to imagine what it would be like if i did. her green skin and small breast make me wonder about paternity but not whether or not it matters that one must entirely sacrifice and love for &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of these sentiments i think the Bullkowski and the Hanghimanyway would approve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-8194780898683154994?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/8194780898683154994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=8194780898683154994' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/8194780898683154994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/8194780898683154994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-spontaneous-poem-cool-autumn.html' title='Another spontaneous Poem:  Cool Autumn martian Miss'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-7763763428376219294</id><published>2008-10-07T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:51:25.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What is it about this season that makes one irrevocably moody, maybe its the long brooding walks alone by the hudson river or maybe its the look of so many small children heading to school. But i feel like this song sounds and trust me its not too pleasant.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Qhwemir1Ag"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v-3Qhwemir1Ag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Human longing and nostalgia never sounded so lyrical and nasally tonal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-7763763428376219294?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/7763763428376219294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=7763763428376219294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/7763763428376219294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/7763763428376219294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-fall-fall-fall-autumn.html' title='Fall, Fall, Fall, Fall Autumn'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-6905944776153761227</id><published>2008-10-07T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T12:13:37.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackwatch equals great Black Humor</title><content type='html'>Rossco: "I though it was gonnay tell me something about the meaning ay life ay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nabsy: "But he was to busy shooting folk."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So far from my scanning of this glorious scottish play i have realized that soldiers are funnier than regular people. maybe its the absurdity of the situation but these guys sure have fine, slightly literate, Gallow's (bar) humor. It's like Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian but instead of effeminate vocals and guitar playing, its a group of perpetually slurred speaking ruffians. When I read this play aloud i sound like a drunk attempting a modern soliloquy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-6905944776153761227?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/6905944776153761227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=6905944776153761227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/6905944776153761227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/6905944776153761227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/10/blackwatch-equals-great-black-humor.html' title='Blackwatch equals great Black Humor'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-600676700692651500</id><published>2008-10-07T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:51:54.097-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Dairy....................Mcain is dreamy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Wall Street Socialism !!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shooting War&lt;/span&gt; freaked me out, ( yes I have fallen behind on my blogging but....) terrorism at a Brooklyn Starbucks horrifying! The mix of coffee and blood would seem like Africa in brooklyn. Anyway,  terrorism in close and petty places is a fact of life for many people but just imagining it in American middle class coffee places changes my whole appreciation of the terrorist possibility; 911 was only the tip of the iceberg people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The hamster &lt;/span&gt;is out of the bag! The hamster is out of the bag! The Hamster is officially out of the bag! I repeat: The hamster is out of the bag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What i found truly bewildering 'bout the comic was the idea of McCain as president. This is not to say that i don't think he will pull a Bush jr and win because he will, but that the extent through which America glorifies a witness of an atrocity is rather bewildering. That Jimmy Burns should run for presidency. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay&lt;/span&gt; I hope I'm not being too opaque or stupid but considering the extent that J. McCain uses his experience of war as a platform for presidency is hilarious, I mean yes you experienced war in Vietnam but as i recall you were captured by the enemy then brutally tortured (no offense but) your not exactly what i call a man with the knowledge &amp;amp; experience needed to win a war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; if Americans want to get captured &amp;amp; brutally tortured then we should vote for you because of all your experience, getting tortured and stuff, but if we as a nation truly wish to avoid that...... well i would vote for Barack "The Rock" Obama. He rhetoric like a butterfly and debates like a bee! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go BaaaaaaaaaaaaaRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAACK!!!! the Rock!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I apologize to anyone offended (on second thought no...no i don't).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-600676700692651500?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/600676700692651500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=600676700692651500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/600676700692651500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/600676700692651500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-dairymcain-is-dreamy.html' title='Dear Dairy....................Mcain is dreamy.'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-2012622701813583833</id><published>2008-09-26T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:10:12.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Spontaneous Poem: The DROP</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atlas Shrugged and You held the cup.&lt;div&gt;He Spilled the ocean slightly: This Mexican American Man holding up the economy of these United (&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Fill Here with your own ideas                             )              States?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You caught the drop of the ocean and your gills overflowed with oxygen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The States should  secede from the South and the world won't be set back 150 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yur gills are blood red, "Keep breathing, keep swimming." Thought the shark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the drop, in your cup, on your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Atlas laughed in spanish so He is not like you.(This is why his shoulder shrugged.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He spilled the ocean slightly:This mexican American man holding up the economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thee states are you united?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;United?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You caught the drop of the ocean and you swim in money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The States should secede from the SSSSSSSSSSouth and the world won't be set black.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(they hisssss like snakes) He speaks in spanish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yur gills are blood red, "Keep breathing, Keep swimming." Thought the shark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the drop,in your cup, on your hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-2012622701813583833?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/2012622701813583833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=2012622701813583833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/2012622701813583833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/2012622701813583833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/09/another-spontaneous-poem-drop.html' title='Another Spontaneous Poem: The DROP'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-4343482442534801200</id><published>2008-09-19T10:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:34:03.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le C21 Homme et Jarhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like most things&lt;/span&gt; gender is a manmade product. Gender, whether or not you like to admit it is a super conscious act. This is not to say that our ideas of how the opposite sex should act are not influenced by biomechanics but that at this stage of our "evolution" masculinity has become rather useless. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anthony Swafford&lt;/span&gt; understands this. Strength, valor, and courage are rendered useless in the face of a gun since neither of those can protect you or help you win a war when your enemy has the bigger gun. But also in the world of a bomb a gun is useless since the airforce gets there before the marines. The irony of this is that guns  an almost comic signifier of phallic strength is also rendered useless as well. This is to say that the marines in Jarhead suffer from Blue Balls and their balls are becoming so blue there almost patriotic.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think about it:&lt;/span&gt; he doesn't shoot anyone during the entire war, he has no females to socialize with and his balls are getting completely bruised by the fact that his lady friend is cheating on him. So is Jarhead just a novel about men carrying big blue patriotic unused balls! Yes yes it is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some "great"&lt;/span&gt;(used ironically) critics of the modern masculinity view the first modern war The American Civil War as the source of modern masculine problems and they also sight Women's liberation as stemming from the demasculization that the male sex experienced in WWI. (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember "The Sun Also Rises" how Jake Barns couldn't get it up?) But personally i think it's a whole bunch of bullshit and if slaves can vote why not women?(black humor I don't mean it, no pun intended , I'm not racist, oh shit is it racist to make a joke about slavery and then to insinuate that women have served a role akin to sexually based slavery for hundreds of years and then that the word "black" denotes a race of people when it obviously does not (a white or black bunny is still a bunny and i could never hurt either, now a bunny made of golden fur i would slaughter) but if you feel completely offended by inane uneducated comments please don't watch CNN or CSPAN since their is an entire nation of men who believe this and it ain't Iraq ohhhhhhhhh shit .........&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, after the gun the weak and the strong became equal, after the bomb the strength and bravery became OBSOLETE and in a very real sense so does notions of masculinity, but the true question here is of copulation so that the traditional male and his masculinity  has become obsolete, girls (wink) and is nolonger fit for reproduction since  intellectuality now decides and wins a war, this is also why we are losing in Iraq, but apparently the entire nation has not realized this, so yes i was going for Hillary and yes i believe the media sandbagged her during her interviews (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no pun intended&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-4343482442534801200?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/4343482442534801200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=4343482442534801200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/4343482442534801200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/4343482442534801200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/09/le-c21-homme-et-jarhead.html' title='Le C21 Homme et Jarhead'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-5986637351101857147</id><published>2008-09-15T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T08:19:57.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i know why the College Student Sings!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Academia is practiced everyday, some are students of social relations of people and human smiles (my brother Farmer). Some are students of students and relations between the word student of students. Some are jarheads raging in boredom, I think i might be an academic jarhead! Now ! Kerouac hated College Students and he has good reason to, we of "the none identity middle class" (I believe were his exact words) have nothing better to do then read, live (or search for satisfaction), and appreciation the art of other people and  then sleep (th ebest and worst part of my day). &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What academia is the academics of sublimity, what and were can i learn this art without losing touch with my roots as a consumer? Does the Academic have any say in the world of reality or are we doomed to detachment and endless philosophy and normal human relations? Where does the academic sit in reality? Does he or she come in contact with anything of the Real? Is the academic a sort of Intellectual Warrior or is he a socially respected mystic, a madman reading obscure texts, worrying about the souls and lives of imaginary people, and looking for reality in the words of words written by other people?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I argue that the academic on rare occasion crosses this line between the real and the unreal and sits on the darkness and light created by greater minds, he or she is an artist in that they can understand what others only have a faint (but beautiful) impression of truth/sublimity/reality(then again i consider these things combined). But great minds think alike so that's why on the rare occasion the philosophers stone is granted to the academic an one could reveal the true meaning behind the books that reflect and affect the lives of millions, where does the academic sit? Were does the student who learns from the academic sit? Now we can say that all people are students on this journey called life..........................and then we are left with the notion that all men and women are academics, mystics, wildmen, madman, searching, grasping , ignoring, restless, bored, hungry....................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or maybe not . Maybe  we are content in our material existence and the academic like the artist sits on the periphery of  a grand  comedy/tragedy of natural drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and perhaps (as is a prerequisite of my generation) this is just a manafistation  "hyperbahlee" of the middle class non identity boredom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-5986637351101857147?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/5986637351101857147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=5986637351101857147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/5986637351101857147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/5986637351101857147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-know-why-college-student-sings.html' title='i know why the College Student Sings!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-196679725244472711</id><published>2008-09-15T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:25:55.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be A JarHead ( A blog in Kerouacian Spontaneous Prose)</title><content type='html'> Their is a faint sense of sublimity and murder in the acts of a would be hero. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hero does (must?) conquer, destroy, and establish a different order, than &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;one &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;before. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To destroy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt; then reconstruct &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is what i did when i built  a wooden castle in Kindergarden. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the Amoeba to the Philosopher's discourse, i wanna be a Jarhead and eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat eat  eat eat eta etae taetaetaetaetae tea eat eta eta eta eat eate ateta eta eta eta eta eate ate ate ta eat etae at eate tae ate te..................................then kill  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;then search and destroy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-196679725244472711?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/196679725244472711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=196679725244472711' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/196679725244472711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/196679725244472711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-wanna-be-jarhead-blog-in-kerouacian.html' title='I Wanna Be A JarHead ( A blog in Kerouacian Spontaneous Prose)'/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-1568351780047759442</id><published>2008-09-08T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:14:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Final Conclusions on the Mercy Seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really concerns itself with danger patrols of the heart and the broken sensibilities that keep us away  from where we all actually want to be........ somewhere completely free  ...... that is completely, immorally, and coquettishly absent  .... absent or detached from all the limits of  time, space, place, and personal culture (or maybe thats just what i want)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Dialogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the play is mainly about social sensibilities, conscious and subconscious desires and the pesky problem of having to deal with the problem of another mind in order to find happiness. ( the Socratic critique rears its ugly face again) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; can also be seen as a discussion between the jihadist of the heart or the male lead) and the American Family, however dysfunctional (the female lead).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was pretty good, a reverse of existentialism where life with meaning, however artificial you would like to argue, is more like a death of happiness. While life without traditional value is a freedom. i smell a critique here ....it smells like mouthcash and truthpaste and has Roe vs. Wade written all over it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. i prefer to use the lower case "I" becuase it looks like a little person. Holler!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-1568351780047759442?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/1568351780047759442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=1568351780047759442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/1568351780047759442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/1568351780047759442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/09/final-conclusions-on-mercy-seat-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-4054826677278720789</id><published>2008-09-08T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T11:48:55.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Things of  General Interest in The Mercy Seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consumerism &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;saves the main characters life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Female lead i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s a strong character but is easily bothered or offended by remarks that underscore her "deviant" gender related behavio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The image of Cheese &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;might be symbolic (the Rat Race)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Male lead i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; a beautifully post-modern Masculine stereotype , empty lost, boorish, and humorously misogynistic, its like he's still in high school, which by the way is kinda like the intellectual level of modern American political discourse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doggy Style Sex &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;is compared to hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Successful female, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;a main issue of post-modern gender role,  is accused of insensitivity'-F@$#$n hilarious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Shit .......I Love you there" pg 62- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ben: truly a modern romantic and a masculine stereotype- another moment of generic crap in an otherwise fine play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-4054826677278720789?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/4054826677278720789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=4054826677278720789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/4054826677278720789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/4054826677278720789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/09/things-of-general-interest-in-mercy.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6292729896443705489.post-4223301251795883834</id><published>2008-09-06T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:56:35.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Mercy Seat: Ben the Jihadist of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The play is totally about aspects of mercy and atonement, really it can almost be a play on  atonement. (Wink Wink, cough cough, nudge nudge, cough! wink! nudge! fart?)The play keeps in mind notions of morality and hebraic theology (forefathers of Christianity). In hebraic theology as well in christian theology the act of asking for mercy is necessary in order to make up for Original Sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though here the roles are reversed and Adam plays the seducer once promulgated to the name and gender of Eve. Really here both Ben and Abbey are asking for mercy : Ben asks for mercy in his desire to escape his  former life without having to deal with the consequences. Abbey asks for mercy for herself and for Ben's family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The funny thing is that Ben thinks he is performing an act of mercy by pretending to die, (self sacrifice wink ,wink, nudge, nudge, cough , cough ,mushroom cloud) while Abbey knows the real circumstance behind Ben's actions and moves herself sexually and verbally to a conformation of her ideas about Ben's true motives. abbey in a sense is seeking mercy and redemption through the verbalization of Ben's love for her ; while Ben is seeking nothing but thighs, legs, and the sweet, sweet,.......... scent of KFC.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6292729896443705489-4223301251795883834?l=imaginarygun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/feeds/4223301251795883834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6292729896443705489&amp;postID=4223301251795883834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/4223301251795883834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6292729896443705489/posts/default/4223301251795883834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imaginarygun.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jose Alejandro Perez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10072153934263062315</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_OIl8nlQ7RCs/SM6oOHOOAlI/AAAAAAAAABg/NccrZfkaGWo/S220/Photo+135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
