KKKatie Is Free!
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Sunday at St. Mary's
Little black stockings
And patent leather shoes
With bows on the toes
For sincerity and joy
Sitting stately
ERECT
As dogmatic double crosses
Spin in circular motion
While motionless mass
Makes me hungry
For your sex
Incestuous Father and Son
Whose eminence is madness
In the Holy Ghost hour
Of the ossified drunks
-St. KKKatie
Friday, September 23, 2011
Manifestation of Visualization
A gift from heaven
Appears at the door
In an oblong tube
Encased in excitement
For what's inside
The smell of parchment and ink
Like sweet onions
Tickles my nose
As i pull the precious paper
From its sheath
Like prying a pearl
From its protective shell
I have grasped a world
Beyond my own
One i may never know
But can peek inside
As i peel apart
Each layer of heaven
To glimpse a better view
Of what may lie beyond
My manifestation of visualization
Appears at the door
In an oblong tube
Encased in excitement
For what's inside
The smell of parchment and ink
Like sweet onions
Tickles my nose
As i pull the precious paper
From its sheath
Like prying a pearl
From its protective shell
I have grasped a world
Beyond my own
One i may never know
But can peek inside
As i peel apart
Each layer of heaven
To glimpse a better view
Of what may lie beyond
My manifestation of visualization
Ritual Trespass
Traversing through abandoned warehouse
Camera and paint in hand
While pigeons nest in rafters above
Territory inhabited by hobos and vagrants
Home to those seeking shelter
From rain and snow
A storage space for piss and shit
And old beer cans rusted batteries a lonely sock
Condoms strewn about the rotting floorboards
A home for passing lovers
Who have lain quietly together
In the cold dark nights to keep warm
These buildings hold decaying stories
Untold yet long remembered
By the few who dare to brave
Such weathered conditions
Unknown to most
A sanctuary decorated with
The finest art written in
Bright twisting hieroglyphs
Undecipherable to the general eye
A modern day temple of doom
Broken windows floors that creak and moan
Dirty cloth- someone's bed
A backpack covered in newspaper
Dates back to the year of our lord 2009
Haphazardly nestled in a dark corner
I dare not disturb what has come before
Respecting all that has been
I light a candle as humble offering
While preparing mixed paints
To add my mark
To the lonely walls that cry
Leaking tears onto the floor
As if to cleanse them of their filth
Mixing water with dirt it becomes
A cake of mud for the bugs to eat
I am honored to stand and see
Such tender movement of the
Walls which water naturally
Spraying paint as homage
To the tears of this building
Lost amid the wreckage
Of a city's forgotten memory
I kneel and pray these walls
One day may topple with dignity
A memorial to all who have come before
My ritual trespass a small devotion
Camera and paint in hand
While pigeons nest in rafters above
Territory inhabited by hobos and vagrants
Home to those seeking shelter
From rain and snow
A storage space for piss and shit
And old beer cans rusted batteries a lonely sock
Condoms strewn about the rotting floorboards
A home for passing lovers
Who have lain quietly together
In the cold dark nights to keep warm
These buildings hold decaying stories
Untold yet long remembered
By the few who dare to brave
Such weathered conditions
Unknown to most
A sanctuary decorated with
The finest art written in
Bright twisting hieroglyphs
Undecipherable to the general eye
A modern day temple of doom
Broken windows floors that creak and moan
Dirty cloth- someone's bed
A backpack covered in newspaper
Dates back to the year of our lord 2009
Haphazardly nestled in a dark corner
I dare not disturb what has come before
Respecting all that has been
I light a candle as humble offering
While preparing mixed paints
To add my mark
To the lonely walls that cry
Leaking tears onto the floor
As if to cleanse them of their filth
Mixing water with dirt it becomes
A cake of mud for the bugs to eat
I am honored to stand and see
Such tender movement of the
Walls which water naturally
Spraying paint as homage
To the tears of this building
Lost amid the wreckage
Of a city's forgotten memory
I kneel and pray these walls
One day may topple with dignity
A memorial to all who have come before
My ritual trespass a small devotion
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Obama Youth
Perhaps the right is left and left is right and up is down and inside is out?
Are we turning our children into machines?
Machines for what and for whom?
These kids are fucking SMART and they are our FUTURE. I feel optimistic. =D
These kids are fucking SMART and they are our FUTURE. I feel optimistic. =D
Reagan Youth
I, as in M-E fuckin' me!
Hate, as in H-A-T-E, hate!
Haaaate!
I hate up and down - I hate hanging 'round
I hate here and there - I hate everywhere
I hate this and that - I hate where I'm at
I hate near and far - all you hate is all you are!
Why hate the life you live? Hate makes waste - I'm positive
Why waste the life you live? Life's to love - I'm positive
I hate one or two - I hate the world and you
I hate A to Z - I hate life and me
Why hate the life you live and hate yourself on top of it?
Why waste the life you live? Life's to love - I'm positive
I hate hate! I hate hate! I hate...hate!
I...haaate!
Is life a losing war? There's no need to fight no more!
You don't have to lose no more - there's a way to win the war!
Stop loving hate and hating love - when the fighting ends the war is won!
Stop loving hate and hating love - when the fighting ends and all is one!
I hate!
Hate, as in H-A-T-E, hate!
Haaaate!
I hate up and down - I hate hanging 'round
I hate here and there - I hate everywhere
I hate this and that - I hate where I'm at
I hate near and far - all you hate is all you are!
Why hate the life you live? Hate makes waste - I'm positive
Why waste the life you live? Life's to love - I'm positive
I hate one or two - I hate the world and you
I hate A to Z - I hate life and me
Why hate the life you live and hate yourself on top of it?
Why waste the life you live? Life's to love - I'm positive
I hate hate! I hate hate! I hate...hate!
I...haaate!
Is life a losing war? There's no need to fight no more!
You don't have to lose no more - there's a way to win the war!
Stop loving hate and hating love - when the fighting ends the war is won!
Stop loving hate and hating love - when the fighting ends and all is one!
I hate!
Rubinstein and Bakija attended Forest Hills High School, the same as that of "The Ramones", when they formed their band, "Reagan Youth," with bassist Andy Bryan (Andy Apathy) and drummer Charlie Bonet (Charlie Tripper), playing their first gig on August 22, 1980. Reagan Youth quickly gained a following and were soon playing the punk clubs of Manhattan. Bakija's physics teacher shaved his head at CBGB's one night and after that became associated with the band, hauling equipment in his Dodge Dart.
After the band recorded a four-song demo in 1981, Bryan was replaced by Al Pike. Bonet departed soon after; after the band briefly rehearsed with Rubinstein filling in on drums, Steve Weissman joined full time. They signed to the R Radical imprint.
After graduation and the release of their first record, the seven-song Youth Anthems for the New Order E.P., they began touring nationally and were regulars at the Sunday afternoon hardcore matinee shows at CBGB. In 1984, prior to a significant US tour, Pike and Weissman left the group, with Pike going on to join a formative version of Glenn Danzig's group Samhain briefly around this time. They were replaced by Victor Dominicis (Vic Venom) and Rick Griffith (Rick Royale) respectively. Griffith was later replaced in 1985 by Javier Madriaga (Johnny Aztec), who has also played drums in Lujuria, A.P.P.L.E., and Heart Attack.
By the late 1980s the extensive touring had taken its toll on the group. Despite the many shows played and the relatively large album sales for a hardcore punk band, they continually found themselves broke. When Ronald Reagan left office in 1989, the band split up. Despite their decision to disband, the group attracted the attention of the burgeoning punk label New Red Archives, with whom they signed a two-album deal. New Red Archives first re-released Youth Anthems for the New World Order with three additional outtakes as the Volume 1 LP. In 1990, Bakija (playing both guitar and bass), Madriaga, and Rubinstein recorded a final album, Volume 2.
Post-breakup (1990–2006)By 1990 Rubinstein had become a heroin user. In a conflict with a dealer, he was severely beaten with a baseball bat, requiring weeks of hospitalization. In 1993 he began dating Tiffany Bresciani, who supported both of their drug habits by prostitution. This same year, Rubinstein's mother was killed in a car accident. Soon after, he and Bresciani were on Houston Street looking for customers and drugs. A familiar customer in a truck hired Bresciani and the two of them disappeared. A few days later, police on Long Island stopped the same truck and discovered Bresciani's slain body in the back. The driver was Joel Rifkin, later convicted as a serial killer responsible for the murder of several prostitutes. Despondent over his continuing drug addiction and the loss of his girlfriend and recently deceased mother, Rubinstein committed suicide shortly thereafter.
In 2002, plans for a reunion set at CBGB featuring Bakija and Bryan were shattered by Bryan's sudden, fatal heart attack. In the years following, Bakija played a few live sets of Reagan Youth material with other musicians.
MusicReagan Youth is an aggressively anarchist, socialist and anti-racist band, and often utilized Ku Klux Klan and Nazi Party imagery for satirical effect. In their original 1980s incarnation, they sought to address the perceived parallels between the policies of Ronald Reagan, the Christian Right and American conservatism, and the beliefs of the hate groups. The band expressed its left-wing politics through irony, using images from hate groups for their album/CD covers. The fact that Rubinstein's parents were Holocaust survivors added to the urgency of the band's message.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
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