A life lived alive is the one worth living,
be it exceptional or mediocre,
It is all in the giving.
To friend or to foe or to no-one at all.
Just put it all out there,
and don't fear the fall.
Say whats worth saying and not what is not.
Listen and learn,
from the truths you forgot.
Though alone we all lie in the dark of the night,
We all do have friends
to share in the light.
So let life shine in warming the soul.
Shine right on back
and we'll bask in it all.
The Reverend makes no excuses for his bad spontaneous poetry that is no worse, nor better than any other poetry expresed with sincerity and some dgree of clarity.
Only ba assured that I mean what I say and endeavour to practice what I preach.
Transmit and you shall receive...
20060128
ribbons
©BurgsEye 2006
The push of Papa and Rangi's sons
drove the wedge of others lives
between the love locked
heaven torn from earth
leaves a fraying ribbon
of delusive space
to cut trees, fly jets
fill the oceans
a vast place
between body and soul
canvas' to colour
with no thing but doodles
justification for existence
contemplating nothing
ever building
travelators to the sky
through the atmosphere
past the stars
through black holes
from one emptiness to another.
20060126
this place
©BurgsEye 2006
there is no thing in this life any less complex or complicated,
intricate or implicated
than any other thing
where there is form there is function
breath in breath out
everywhere reminders of our place in the continuum
the simplest things we can not create only replicate
applying emotion, symbology, importance and order
cannot elevate
or relegate
one thing
or other
to any thing less than it's place
on the infinite tablet drawn
by forces all seeing and more powerful
than the will of man
in his scant place
in time.
20060124
DIGupdate
Notification of new links:
DIG has added some new links (scroll down left of page) to the site in the interest of freedom of information and informed discussion of important issues facing our time.
Check out the interesting case of Prof. Steve Kurtz (Critical Art Ensemble), accused of bio-terrorism by the F.B.I. Then check out the F.B.I website along with the C.I.A (see Criminally Insane Americans post).
new additions include links to the British and New Zealand Secret Services and Mossad . View the often quoted, rarely read site for Al Jazeera, the muslim news agency to see what they are all about and to hear another side to the now over-familiar story of the 'War on Terrorism' and the muslim 'threat'.
DIG encourages all to seek out the truth wherever possible and to remember that there is always at least 2 sides to every story including yours!
Transmit and you shall receive.
The Reverend
DIG has added some new links (scroll down left of page) to the site in the interest of freedom of information and informed discussion of important issues facing our time.
Check out the interesting case of Prof. Steve Kurtz (Critical Art Ensemble), accused of bio-terrorism by the F.B.I. Then check out the F.B.I website along with the C.I.A (see Criminally Insane Americans post).
new additions include links to the British and New Zealand Secret Services and Mossad . View the often quoted, rarely read site for Al Jazeera, the muslim news agency to see what they are all about and to hear another side to the now over-familiar story of the 'War on Terrorism' and the muslim 'threat'.
DIG encourages all to seek out the truth wherever possible and to remember that there is always at least 2 sides to every story including yours!
Transmit and you shall receive.
The Reverend
20060120
The Revenge of DIGradio
STOP PRESS
DIGradio is to return for a one-off broadcast at the SPLORE Future Music and Art Festival ( www.splore.net ) Tapapakanga Park, Aotearoa/New Zealand 17-190206.
The Reverend Y El Presidente will be transmitting their own unique audiosonic travelogues in the Wharenui zone.
Transmit and you shall receive
DIG
DIGradio is to return for a one-off broadcast at the SPLORE Future Music and Art Festival ( www.splore.net ) Tapapakanga Park, Aotearoa/New Zealand 17-190206.
The Reverend Y El Presidente will be transmitting their own unique audiosonic travelogues in the Wharenui zone.
Transmit and you shall receive
DIG
20060119
20060118
The Pop is Dead!
The Pop is Dead! - Original collage by The Reverend 2005(With gratitude to Andrew Hall for the ephemera)
The Pop is Dead - Long live the Reverend!
Transmit and you shall receive
DIG
20060112
Criminally Insane Americans
C.I.A Headquarters, Langley Virginia - Aerial Photo c/o D.I.G Surveillance Satellite
Last night I was reminded of the lengths Governments go to, in order to protect the 'freedom'of the 'people'.
A T.V report was broadcast on a 'new' type of intelligence gathering being seized upon by the C.I.A, foremost shadowy organisation for the protection of capitalism in the world. This new development, called 'open source' intelligence goes against the ingrained belief of most intelligence agencies that the only valuable information must be stolen.
'Open source intelligence' is information that is is freely available in the global public domain. This means all TV, radio, internet (Sites, blogs and emails), posters, t-shirts and even bumper stickers!? All of these can be mined for potentially useful information for the combatting of potential threats, as identified by the C.I.A. They are curently scanning 500 TV stations out of a potential 20,000 at any one time. The internet is being scoured for subversion of any sort. Website and specifically images can be useful for the identification of protagonists, locations or political persuasions. Other searches are based on 'key' words in a multiplicity of languages. Words such as jihad, bomb, sabotage, flight plans, assasination, cell, arab, infidel, Afghanistan, Iraq, plot, cocaine, smuggle, terrorist, freedom-fighter, guns and communist, seem likely targets on the C.I.A search engine. But what others could incriminte or arouse interest from the Men In Black? Considering the C.I.A's past list of potential threats such as, drug-users, jazz musicians, homosexuals, communist party members, liberal activists and anyone with olive skin or has been to Cuba, who is safe from this advanced technological snooping. Even your friendly neighbourhood DIGlog could be under surveillance as we speak!
Here are a few alternative acronyms for our friends at the C.I.A and thanks for watching!
Criminally Insane Americans
Conspiracy Initiation Agency
Cocaine Import Airlines
Corrupt Insidious Animals
Cuban Invasion Army
Capitalist Infiltration Agency
Curiously Innocent Assassins
If you would like to add to this list please feel free to do so and remember P.C's have ears! Alternatively click on C.I.A on the links list and drop them a line before they drop you one!
In DIG we trust
The Reverend
STOP PRESS
Having published this post, the Reverend received a suspicious and threatening communique from an unknown source claiming to be the Leader of the First World. The Reverend responded on behalf of all free-thinking DIGpeople everywhere. The exchange is reproduced below....
Reverend
I'm Aware of all your movements now pal. You won't be getting out your door without a visit from one of our agents of mercilessness. You my friend are a marked geezer. We at Central will be appropriating your ideas at will and utilising them for our propaganda program for innocents. You will be held down as an example of the dangers of free thinking. Kids do not dally with these kinds of ideas of emancipation at home. Freedom there ain't no f*cken freedom. If it's good enough for us then you should be only too willing to obey and lend us your support in upholding the rights of society IE: do not question the road map we lay out for you. The institutions of debt need you. You're holding the economy back and putting the future of your children in the hands of criminals and perverts. You are either with us or against us.You have the put the future of the first world in jeopardy by even so much as contemplate thinking outside of this tidy square we have drawn for you and all the other drones. We have agents watching the agents watching you. You and your thoughts are so far left of socialism that you are a peril unto yourself, jazz musicians, homosexuals and the downtrodden guerillas across this soon to be right globe. You are even beginning to look less like us. Don't think you can hide behind your body hair. We have camera plants mixing among your derma-bacteria. Through special monitoring devices we can now record the thoughts of your chest plumage as it waves in the breeze. Yes my Amigo if you do not fall back into line very soon you are going toneed more than the salvation of art. Because if you think you are tortured now let me just remind you of the kinds instruments of punishment we have in our free world protection arsenal. The kinds of equipment we have booked you up for are operated by highly skilled manipulators, who not so much as extract truth as administer it. Our truth can be painful to accept and bitter to swallow but it is the only true truth, the rest is in your head. And what a dark confused place that is compared to the light of our consumer consciousness out here in the great white hope for the planet.
Leader of the First World
(The President?)sic Reverend
Bleeder of the First World,
Declaration:
We the free people of the 4th world, which is the new world, to which you will never belong, are resistant to your empty threats of mental violence and fiscal oppression. We have reactive agents everywhere roaming unfettered through the world of the open-mind and the imagination. We know what goes on at your George Bush Centre for Intelligence (I kid you not, check the website!!!), and the administration of the truth requires a blank page upon which to be imprinted. There are no blank pages in the rich book which is the creative spirit, only visions of emancipation from every constraint you could think-up or that you do not have the capacity to imagine.
That you are watching us, we have no doubt. We welcome your techno-nazi voyeurism, watch and learn as we design a rainbow future. A future where every colour is celebrated and the grey legions to which you belong are vapourised, till only a shadow of the shadow of the memory remains to remind the free that once we were oppressed.
Oppress us if you dare agents of mediocrity, anal probes for the Emperors of Rhetoric. The greater the oppression, the keener our resolve, the more determined our degeneracy, the more creative and decisive our liberation.
It is we who know the truth; That order is anarchy and true anarchy is order. Forget your autocratically democratic beurocracy, it is sufficiently deficient to ensure your own downfall. Every vote, every purchase, every act of complicity, feeds you the rope with which you will be hung by your own hangman, as every emperor ever has been!
Where you have paranoia, we have trust, where you have issues we have solutions, where you have money, we have faith.
Do not attempt to control that which you do not understand, for it is you that will end up burnt in the fire of justice, not us.
In DIG we trust!
The Reverend - Free, Freaky, Hairy and Proud
20060110
Echoes of the mind
The content of conversation is not directly proportional to the amount of words spoken.
Tell that to the man who loves the sound of his own voice or the one who redirects social intercourse back to himself despite the fact the once back there he really has no thing to say.
It is often the way of men in groups to out do the each others stories. As tiresome at it can be one upmanship is an art that actually requires the telling of a story. At best from an invisible observation post beyond the tunnel vision of the particants, such exchanges are as entertaining for the body language, the rearing and locking of horns, the unbridled urges to push further up the mountain no matter how far from the truth we've climbed, as they are for the hyperbole they unleash.
I've never been good at holding my own in the midst of practised men, better a listener. Sure when the right questions are asked, passions inflamed or the mood suits then this vaguely-familiar-personality within, emerges to mine some hazy memory, at least one soliquoy, careful never to hold the floor too long or spread himself thin lest his presence diminish into the spluttering, non linear communique that normally blurts from this beast framed as man.
I increasingly find myself in the position of having people talk at me. This I am equipped to withstand. The flip is that when it comes time for me to entertain, to play the charming host or the pivotal axis in the meeting of minds I find fewer and fewer valid or interesting points of departure on which to launch. Scratching around on the parched cracked desert basin of mind -in my haste for something nourishing I dig past my thoughts- deeper to some bottomless neverland, it's like climbing through a black hole, staring out at a starless infinite pitch, aware only of the possiblities yet never so much as managing to catch on to the rare burning meteor that sidles past within arms length.
The buddha said something about reaching enlightenment and finding nothing there. This might be more relevant to men than the promise of some great future where angels mix with bearded harp players dancing on the sunrays that break above the clouds. Most, I guess, will never know until it's too late despite the fact that their daily lives are filled with such emptiness.
The all consuming urgency to fill the gaps between the lines and crowd the spaces overides the option of confronting the wide open terrain. Cos if you ever make it out there, there is no guarantee you'll ever make it back.
Tell that to the man who loves the sound of his own voice or the one who redirects social intercourse back to himself despite the fact the once back there he really has no thing to say.
It is often the way of men in groups to out do the each others stories. As tiresome at it can be one upmanship is an art that actually requires the telling of a story. At best from an invisible observation post beyond the tunnel vision of the particants, such exchanges are as entertaining for the body language, the rearing and locking of horns, the unbridled urges to push further up the mountain no matter how far from the truth we've climbed, as they are for the hyperbole they unleash.
I've never been good at holding my own in the midst of practised men, better a listener. Sure when the right questions are asked, passions inflamed or the mood suits then this vaguely-familiar-personality within, emerges to mine some hazy memory, at least one soliquoy, careful never to hold the floor too long or spread himself thin lest his presence diminish into the spluttering, non linear communique that normally blurts from this beast framed as man.
I increasingly find myself in the position of having people talk at me. This I am equipped to withstand. The flip is that when it comes time for me to entertain, to play the charming host or the pivotal axis in the meeting of minds I find fewer and fewer valid or interesting points of departure on which to launch. Scratching around on the parched cracked desert basin of mind -in my haste for something nourishing I dig past my thoughts- deeper to some bottomless neverland, it's like climbing through a black hole, staring out at a starless infinite pitch, aware only of the possiblities yet never so much as managing to catch on to the rare burning meteor that sidles past within arms length.
The buddha said something about reaching enlightenment and finding nothing there. This might be more relevant to men than the promise of some great future where angels mix with bearded harp players dancing on the sunrays that break above the clouds. Most, I guess, will never know until it's too late despite the fact that their daily lives are filled with such emptiness.
The all consuming urgency to fill the gaps between the lines and crowd the spaces overides the option of confronting the wide open terrain. Cos if you ever make it out there, there is no guarantee you'll ever make it back.
20060104
insideout
"While the west has been exploring outer space
We have been exploring inner space."
-The Dalai Lama paraphrased.
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