Ireland still flies free:

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:19 pm

i hope your broken veins try to pump dirt through into your capillaries and you die paralyzed in pain

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:20 pm

i hope all your bones break when you hit the ground, ribs in your lungs, femurs breaking the skin, humerus knocked completely out rendering your arm a disgusting bag of broken and bloody flesh

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:21 pm

i hope you wake up on fire tomorrow

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

People are afraid of each other because they don't know what they think, or what they might do to them.

When you walk down the streets, do you ever say hello to anyone?

In small Irish towns, only some people say hello to each other.

Before the English took over Ireland, it was a country based on the free, fearless exchange of ideas.

Then the middle-classes came. They put a price-tag on art. This meant that people would only express themselves if they felt someone would sell it.

This meant that people became afraid to express themselves because others might not understand, or like, what they had to say.

The middle-class has redefined 'free' to mean 'does not cost money'.

The Irish word for free has no exact translation in English. It basically meant that you weren't afraid to express yourself or your ideas. How many great men (Churchill?) are famous because they were _NEVER_ afraid to express themselves?

When the English took over Ireland, they made the Irish language ILLEGAL. They closed down all the small, community schools and then built large, centralized ones.

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

I believe that the English language is not expressive. I believe that in order for words in English to honestly express a thought, you have to put many together.

I believe that education is the key to people to expressing themselves.

Schools cost money... Now there's a recession.... Wait, didn't the bankers all walk away with millions?

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:24 pm

this is you

"if you're not outraged you're not paying attention"

why don't you got tell someone who gives a fuck?

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:24 pm

go get locked in a meat freezer

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:25 pm

take a ride in a shaky elevator

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:26 pm

die in a stampede

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:27 pm

jump down a well or something

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

The Irish language was poetry in itself.

For example. An Irish playwright (Brian Freil) wrote a play called 'Translations'.

In this play he tells the story of three map makers. One is Irish and two and English.

One of the English soldiers falls in love with the Irish culture, finds a girl and becomes very happy.

The Irish map maker becomes very distressed by his task. He hates translating the signs, because it removes the meaning of the town names. For example, one of the places was named after a well. The sign warned people that a young boy had fallen into this well and died.

The other English soldier remains dedicated to the task. He ignores the difficulties, and presses on. When things get tough, he relies on the army to support him in his task.

In the end, one of the people from the Irish man's town gets very angry and decides to fight back. He ends up killing the Irish map maker.

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:29 pm

drill a hole in your head for the ultimate high and get back to me

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

Yeats (another Irish writer) wrote poems about how he hated Dublin. He believed that the merchant classes were moving in and putting a price tag on everything.

On one occasion, the French offered Ireland a piece of art (can't remember what) for free, as long as they paid the transport costs. The Hugh Lane gallery refused to pay the price for this. This made Yeats very angry, and he wrote a very powerful poem about it (can't remember what it was called).

Yeats' poetry was written in English. It was very expressive. However, it was also very complex from a literary point of view, requiring extensive study to understand it.

Education is no longer free. People in poor areas are not educated correctly.

However, they are recruited for the military.

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:34 pm

it's likely you reek of the kind of cigarette only a monster would smoke

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

The Government is using people's poor understanding of language to its advantage. To tell them things, without properly explaining their meaning.

Here's a haiku I wrote about it:

Depression is a
problem that you cannot solve
recession is what?

How many people understand what the recession is? I.e. bankers walking away with MILLIONS of dollars while the people fight amongst themselves.

Money is power. The other thing that those with power seek is more power.

All throughout history people have exploited people's fear of the unknown to commit evil acts. Consider how Hitler exploited people's fear of the Jews.

Great men were people who were not afraid to stand up to these monster and explain that what they were doing is WRONG.

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 6:39 pm

your inhuman ignorance is surpassed only by your inability to control your arrogance

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

Haiku is an ancient form of Japanese expression. They were very clever in that they hid the truth in complex metaphors about nature. Most of the early haiku were about their roosters OR reproductive organs (context permitting), and what they'd like to rub them against.

Over time, our fear of the unknown has evolved into fear of self-expression. How many of you have held back from saying to someone what you felt about them because you were worried about how they might react?

Education is the art of telling people how to understand each other's thoughts.

Computer Science is the art of explaining to people what we'd like them to do with computers. So why don't we tell them to use computers to promote freedom of speech?

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

It was once said that we have 3 things we can use in defence of our liberty:
1) Soap Box
2) Ballot Box
3) Ammo Box

Use in that order.

People are now afraid to talk to each other. They are told every day that someone was killed on the street.

They are never told that someone baked some nice bread, and shared it with a homeless person.

My idea is that if we encourage everybody to write down their thoughts honestly, and allow other people to think about it and respond with their own thoughts, then we can encourage them to solve problems with words rather than fights.

How often does the American government promote 'war'. The 'war' on drugs, the 'war' on crime, the 'war' on terrorism.

Why do we not instead promote the idea of solving our problems through discussion?

The art of each country very loudly expresses the general sentiments of the people in that country.

Irish art is mostly about looking at life in a humorous way, and having a bit of craic. For example, 'The Tain' is a book which describes the Irish Gods. One of those Gods is a guy who had a MASSIVE rooster OR reproductive organ (context permitting). There are huge tracts of earth in ground in one county, and it is said in that book (or somewhere else maybe) that those were caused by him dancing about.

A lot of English art is about fear and depression. For example, 1984, Animal Farm, A Clockwork Orange. The English government used to be based on a monarchy. Now the monarchy serves no real purpose and they all go mad. Many have described the palace as a 'ghastly barn'.

These days, most 'art' in England is about the fear of being watched. Consider tabloid news papers and their propensity to follow people around taking pictures of them in order to destroy their lives.

I believe that the internet has enabled us to honestly share ideas, for free. However, most people are uneducated about how to use this power. So I believe that we should put art on the street that encourages them to share their ideas for free.

The Government was created to represent the people. They were supposed to protect their interests (i.e. not getting stabbed) and protect their liberties.

However, they now focus on causing fights. (E.g. www.stopthedrugwar.org)

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

Money is an abstract representation of the sharing of ideas. When you give someone money, you encourage them to do something for you.

Now that we can share ideas without a need to exchange money, I believe that we have no need for money.

Many people believe that poetry exposes their weaknesses. Most people do not share the poems they write. When people do not share their feelings, there is nothing other people can do about them.

By putting a price tag on art, we have removed the ability for people to share their ideas for free. That is why homeless people do not have a voice. That is why people walk past them without giving them any money.

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

All I can really know is what I'm thinking. And by putting it out there, I'm encouraging other people to respond with their own thoughts, and if they would like to: do something about it.

The internet has enabled people to share information, for the first time, without being judged.

It has provided us with anonymity. Many people use this to look up information that they would not like others to know they are looking up.

For example, have any of you ever looked up information about homosexuality, drugs, religion, sex etc. on the internet without telling anyone what you learned?

I believe that because people are now afraid to express honest ideas to each other IN THEIR COMMUNITIES, the anonymous bourgeoisie are able to exploit that fear and get away with crime.

I believe that we should take the freedom of speech that the internet has given us, and put it on the streets for everybody to think about and make their own minds up. Then we will not need the government, because people will solve problems in their communities, rather than staying silent about them and hoping the government will pass a law that they approve of.

Art is the skill of expressing honest thoughts without fear of what people may say. It gives people a voice, and allows others to make their own minds about they are saying.

I believe that gifts bring people together, while money pulls apart. Have you ever given a gift to someone you didn't know while walking down the street?

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

So that is all I'm saying.

Great men are people who used whatever skills they had to try and improve the world.

Normal people just walk about the street in silence these days.

How many of you have walked into a shop, exchanged an item for some money without speaking to the shopkeeper?

Money divides,
Gifts bring together,
Life breeds life,
Art breeds art,
Science breeds Science.

Listen to the people, not the politicians.

Please tell me what you think...

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

Oh, and I don't actually care what you think.

Tomorrow I am taking my nephew into the city and buying lots of chalk. I'm going to get my friends to join us. We're just going to sit and honestly express ourselves by drawing on the street. The only money we will spend is for the chalk. Hopefully people will join in.

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 7:14 pm

you're a vandal, not a saint

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 7:14 pm

an exhibitionist seeking only fame

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

Some of my poems:

Red breasted robin:

Red breast of robin framed in snow's white,
Flashing fire as she skitters,
Hither-and-thithering with
fleet flittering movements.
Her neck twists sideways,
wings spread skyways.
Takes to flight
leaving
me.
________________________________

After you-tubing 'goat eagle cliff':

Clapped in claw! Hanging above canyon
high, a billy-goat breathes his last,
hurtling downwards he spirals
into black-gaping maw.
Neck snaps on landing,
Truimphant screach!
Eagle dives
down to
feast.
_____________________________

On terrorism:

'They' say that terrorists are people who use fear to spread their message.

People are afraid of the unknown.

I am a terrorist, and here is my poem!

______________________________
I wrote this one beside an ATM:

Go withdraw some more
Buy your girl some nice flowers
Tell her of this poem

______________________________
On anal sex:

Buttery butt lips words on he's slips
steps on he's trips and tit-flops o'er,
but! Buttery butt lips' lips
but ne'er drooping do frown.
Hips his sway this as
his lips slip 'Butt
good learned play
magic
pipe'

______________________________

How I feel when I walk through the sweet streets of Dublin Sad

Black-marble midnight leaks from flooded
sky, flows through canal-cracked city
washing windows with its dark.
Through streets broad and narrow
saunters a shadow.
Dodging sandwich-drunks
with swift steps,
on his
own.

_______________________________

Why I like swearing:

hug-faced sandwich, ass-sucking twit! With those
festering, arse-ache eyes, dangling
dingle-berry breath, spermy
bukkake-bollocks. Shut
your piss-lipping mouth,
stop that totally friggin'
swearing; it's
totally friggin'
shit.

________________________________

On writing Nonnets:

Nonnets are too bloody hard to write.
All of my attempts seem so trite!
How the hell am I supposed
to fit in a rhyme scheme,
in the space proposed?!
(Frustrated SCREAM!!!)
Head hits desk,
'totally friggin'
shite!'

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

trainwreck wrote:

an exhibitionist seeking only fame

Oh hey. I notice that you have 17 THOUSAND posts. Have you ever thought about why you spend so much time arguing with people on the internet instead of talking to the people in your town?

Or were you being ironic? Lord knows...

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

What I realised walking around Dublin was that all those great men depicted in our statues, they were monkeys too Smile

www.1000000monkeys.com

Joined: 26 Mar 2009 Posts: 151

I'm not trying to be a famous writer or anything.

I'm just trying to be the best human that I can.

My real passion is computer science. I have been writing computer programs, primarily games, since I was sixteen or so.

What that taught me is that with computers you can turn your thoughts into abstracted ideas that instruct a computer what to do.

One computer scientist, who's works I've recently been struggling to read, once said:

Let us change our traditional attitude to the construction of programs. Instead of imagining that our main task is to instruct a computer what to do, let us concentrate rather on explaining to human beings what we want a computer to do.
-Donald Knuth

I applied the principle of computer science (taking a system and abstracting it so you can examine its flaws and expose its problems) to humanity.

What I want to explain to humans is this: Computers allow creation to be free. We should share our ideas with as many people as possible. And one way to do that is to write them where they can see them, and let them make up their own minds.

My dream is that I can spend all my time writing programs and releasing them on the internet for free. However, money in an obstacle to this dream. So I am going to do whatever I can to replace money with computers.

That is my dream. Make up your own mind. And please share it with me.

Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2009 10:37 pm

i've never seen someone so
in love with the sound
of their own voice, in text.

have you actually talked
to any of these storied and sordid bums of yours?

you think they give a shit about poems?
they want a burger, at best.
but more likely booze.
but more likely meth.

what exactly, anyway,
do you expect them to self-express?

five-year-olds
have been art-terrorizing the streets
with better art than yours
since sidewalk-chalk was first mass-marketed

and they ain't ever saved the goddamn world.

Joined: 10 Feb 2008 Posts: 2750 Location: three-day week

Fartmonger wrote:

Catholics and Protestants (both Christian)

i learnt something today too

Fartmonger wrote:

George Orwell was homeless until he learned to write (down and out in Paris and London).

haha what