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wSaturday, October 23, 2004


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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Last Stand

The ancient rebel
isn't playing chess
with death
or chatting philosophy
with its angel.

He went to war against objective conditions
when they told him
to stay home
and be building a prosperous law practice
letting good omens slowly evolve.

Death must hunt
the fierce rebel in his favorite hills
where he once
even named the rocks.

On his own turf
supported by fierce ghosts
the bearded one
will not easily be taken.

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Day 307 ---- Needle Countdown - just two to go. I did feel a little better yesterday. I slept less and had more energy. I took the needle last night and feel real sick this morning. I was thinking that one of the great things about the Hep C chemo treatment ending in a few weeks -- is that I will again be able to trust my feelings. The chemo screws up the emotions and its best during the treatment to simplify life by relying on your intellect, on easy things you know are right and wrong.

We saw Gaudi Afternoon. It's a screw ball American-Spanish comedy with soul, shot amidst the surrealism of Gaudi's dreamscape Barcelona architecture. An American woman literary translator becomes involved in a custody battle between lesbians, gender subversives and homosexual magicians, waged over who is the best parent for a likable little girl. There are countless absurd kidnappings. The film is very funny, with a heartfelt message in support of grand tolerance. But it also cautions the sexual rebels to take into full consideration, the feelings of those they love. Especially their kids.


posted by stew at 9:57 AM


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My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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Last Stand

The ancient rebel
isn't playing chess
with death
or chatting philosophy
with its angel.

He went to war against objective conditions
when they told him
to stay home
and be building a prosperous law practice
letting good omens slowly evolve.

Death must hunt
the fierce rebel in his favorite hills
where he once
even named the rocks.

On his own turf
supported by fierce ghosts
the bearded one
will not easily be taken.

----

Day 307 ---- Needle Countdown - just two to go. I did feel a little better yesterday. I slept less and had more energy. I took the needle last night and feel real sick this morning. I was thinking that one of the great things about the Hep C chemo treatment ending in a few weeks -- is that I will again be able to trust my feelings. The chemo screws up the emotions and its best during the treatment to simplify life by relying on your intellect, on easy things you know are right and wrong.

We saw Gaudi Afternoon. It's a screw ball American-Spanish comedy with soul, shot amidst the surrealism of Gaudi's dreamscape Barcelona architectures. An American woman literary translator becomes involved in a custody battle between lesbians, gender subversives and homosexual magicians, waged over who is the best parent for a likable little girl. There are countless absurd kidnappings. The film is very funny, with a heartfelt message in support of grand tolerance. But it also cautions the sexual rebels to take into full consideration, the feelings of those they love. Especially their kids.


posted by stew at 9:57 AM


wFriday, October 22, 2004


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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The Exorcism

Uncle Ho's curse
tougher than the Bambino's
is still beating on America.
Bush tried to prove his God was stronger
than a retired chef
turned into bearded poet
with many visions
and the capacious capacity
for creating
endless quagmires of victory.

He's beating Bush again in Baghdad.
Uncle is raising an army of resistance
much larger than possible

against endless odds
tying up Goliath
in terror.
Bush's God knows better
than to charge up this mountain.
Too bad Dubya started without him.

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Day 306 -- Judy and I went to a Planned Parenthood event in Salem. A one year celebration of the opening of a new clinic built from scratch. The event produced a large turn out of pleased supporters. Anti choice demonstrators were also quietly on hand, probably frustrated because they don't burn witches in this Salem.
Judy took me home when Hep C treatment side effects turned me deeply white (a whiter shade of pale). I slept for an hour when we returned. My energy is still running down -- a good thing I have only 18 days to go. It ends on Nov 9. I've been at it for almost 11 months and I'm not sure that I could take it for much longer.

We saw The Crime of Padre Amaro -- a joint Argentine-Mexican production. A young priest played by Gael Garcia Bernal (he is currently the young Che, in Motorcycle Diaries) arrives in a Mexican town on an assignment from his Bishop. We quickly learn the handsome prelate has kind and cruel aspects and the hypocrisy and cynicism of the Church brings out the worst in him, both in political and sexual ways. He isn't a monster by choice, no one in the movie really is, but it seems that to rise up in the Christian bureaucracy you must forget about Christianity. This is a lesson taught to the one priest who tries completely to follow the original ideals, he lives in a socialist Christian community and believes in the liberation theology. Naturally he is excommunicated.


posted by stew at 9:58 AM


wThursday, October 21, 2004


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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I Can't Hear Thee

Preacher Pat Robertston has his talents
but he's also nuts
the kind of weirdo that blames Gays
when the weather gets bad.

Dubya can be charming
in an unctuous empty way
but he is an untutored monomaniac
who thinks God is touting him
on what nations to destroy.

Robertson agrees.
God talks to Bush
but claims Dubya has a hearing problem.
The preacher overheard the conversation.
The Iraqi invasion was going to be tough.
Prepare the people for casualties.

George Bush said there ain't gonna be any dead guys.
Not on his crusade.
Christ marching into Baghdad
offering us a perfect shield.
Iraq will be a divinely inspired slam-dunk
with tons of oil
rewarding our sanctity.

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Day 305 --- I had a fun visit from RS down from Seattle. He and his union pal are doing get out the vote work in Vancouver and they came by and took me out for breakfast. I had a great time catching up and denouncing Bush but when I came back to the house I slept for hours. I then did some exercising, reading and slept again. It turned into a hard day, made a bit easier by Judy's meat sauce.

We didn't see any movie last night. A strong return of West Wing acted as a substitute. The TV president is almost everything we want in a leader but never get.





posted by stew at 7:57 AM


wWednesday, October 20, 2004


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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Farewell To Alms

A charitable foundation
wanted to raise money
for rebuilding Hemingway's house in Cuba.
They asked Bush to waive a ban
on such Cuban based activities.
But he refused them.

I'm not supporting tourism to totalitarianism
he opined
and then caught a small and insignificant fish.

I never read anything by Hemingway he told reporters.
Jesus is my favorite American writer.
Smart fellas with Jewish names
tell me
that when democracy and General Franco
were on the march
Hemingway sided with the terrorists.

Smart fellas tell me
that's why Spain pulled out of Iraq.

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Day 304 ---- I continue to be kicked around by chemo. I did feel a little better yesterday for some of the time. It was one of those days when reading makes me fall asleep. I have 20 days to go. A new but thankfully small side effect rash broke out on the back of my right hand.
I was thinking about how I can't trust my emotions, because they are so screwed up by chemicals, some of the time I get by on will power, intellect and irony and some of the time I don't do anything but sit in one place and wait.

We saw Love And Death. Woody Allen and Diane Keaton are hilarious as doomed and very silly lovers. It's all a mix of the Napoleonic wars, Eisenstein, Bergman, the Marx Brothers, Chaplin, Tolstoy and Prokofiev. Endless dismal topics are satirized via verbal put downs and endless sight gags. God, moral responsibility, heroism, patriotism and death are roasted in the finest traditions of over the top kibitzing. Every famous character in a Russian novel is mentioned. My favorite line is spoken when a Russian officer tries to encourage his men to fight by telling them, "think of your wives and children, if the French win, they will be forced to eat all that rich food."


posted by stew at 8:47 AM


wTuesday, October 19, 2004


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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Prefer Experience?

Polls show
Americans don't like either of them.
It's a dead tie.

Folks figure Bush is better on terror
but they hate his Iraqi wars.
Kerry does better on economics
but believe
he's a liberal who will say anything
to win.

Who might satisfy the voters?
A sane Republican
exercising restraint and reasonableness.

Perhaps Dubya's daddy
should put himself forward
as a candidate of conciliation and compromise.

They could still use
all of Junior's
Bush buttons and bumper stickers.

People would be very relieved
till the old guy vomited
on an Arab prince.

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Day 303 -- Oh man did I get sick yesterday, especially in the early evening. Hep C treatment side effects were pretending to be some serious flu.
As of today I have exactly three weeks and three needles to go.

We saw Funny Farm. A sophisticated MG driving journalist played by Chevy Chase and his wife buy a rural estate and try living off his book contract. Naturally everything goes wrong and their neighbors turn out to be soft core sadists. Even their marriage starts falling apart. The movie only gets a bit funny and clever when the couple decides to sell the house and raise its value by bribing the towns people to pretend they are just like the lovable rural folk in a Norman Rockwell illustration. Funny Farm is a good example of how Chase and Hollywood wasted his comic genius.


posted by stew at 8:13 AM


wMonday, October 18, 2004


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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Mr Christian

Mutiny on the Bush,
soldiers refusing to commit a suicide mission
won't be driving down
a very long dark and dangerous road
without an ounce of protection.

Better consider the mutiny
just a constitutionally protected
free speech movement.

In Vietnam the grunts
murdered gung ho officers
who would get their asses blown off.

Fragging?
It's just a shot way.

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Day 302 -- I voted for Kerry and the his gang by taking my mail ballot to Demo HQ. A nice woman dropped my vote into the box and everyone cheered. I suppose this is the most important election in which I have caste a vote, including the time in California when I ran for sheriff. Bush Yes or Bush No. Take your choice.

I felt really run down and unpleasantly hep C treatment feverish yesterday but we did see a great PBS special on Hippos. And last night's Judy cooked roast chicken went down better than expected.

We saw Waking Life, a strange and brilliantly original film, that was shot first in video and then it was overlap animated by a computer program. Its about a bright alienated college student who is run over in an abrupt traffic accident. He wakes up in his own bed but soon can't tell if he is still asleep. He keeps running into talkative individuals who discuss existentialism, evolution, free will and the nature of dreaming. Along the way he meets two of my old and dead friends, Tim Leary and Abbie Hoffman, who is walking on the Brooklyn Bridge and as brilliant and manic as ever. Is our sleeping hero even alive? He tries one last time to wake up.





posted by stew at 8:17 AM


wSunday, October 17, 2004


My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Lost in the rain
that I am suffering
in darkened places
from prescribed medicines
accumulating poison in my veins,
on endless grim mornings
it feels like a slowmo execution.


Kerry tells me
hope is on the way
needle time is ending
a Hep C cure might be at hand.
Just three more shots,
finding my strength
to take them.

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Day 301. After joyfully celebrating 300 days of ceaseless suffering as members of the Hep C generation Judy and I went to a Planned Parenthood fund raising dance party that focused on 1980s designer drug High School prom music. It was fun. I actually spent most of the day resting up for the event. It was drawing a nice enthusiastic crowd when I stumbled out the door.

We saw The Year That Trembled. It's directed by my old peace movement pal Jay Craven and takes place in 1970, in the deadly shadows of the killings at Kent State. The film offers a dramatic, sympathetic and realistic portrayal of how young people of that era were tested by the Vietnam War and its harsh domestic fallout. They had to make hard choices that might carry severe consequences. Some wound up in Vietnam and others in Canada. Craven helps us feel compassion for both. The film's special pleasure is a brilliantly selected musical score especially the work of Country Joe And The Fish.


posted by stew at 9:56 AM


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My central website is http://hometown.aol.com/stewa/stew.htmlFor information on Stew Albert's new book --"Who The Hell Is Stew Albert?" go to http://www.redhen.org/stewalbert.htm or Amazon.com. If you want a signed copy get in touch with me at stewa@aol.com
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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Lost in the rain
that I am suffering
in darkened places
from prescribed medicines
accumulating poison in my veins,
on endless grim mornings
it feels like a slowmo execution.


Kerry tells me
hope is on the way
needle time is ending
a Hep C cure might be at hand.
Just three more shots,
finding my strength
to take them.

-----

Day 301. After joyfully celebrating 300 days of ceaseless suffering as members of the Hep C generation Judy and I went to a Planned Parenthood fund raising dance party that focused on 1980s designer drug High School prom music. It was fun. I actually spent most of the day resting up for the event. It was drawing a nice enthusiastic crowd when I stumbled out the door.

We saw The Year That Trembled. It's directed by my old peace movement pal Jay Craven and takes place in 1970, in the deadly shadows of the killings at Kent State. The film offers a dramatic, sympathetic and realistic portrayal of how young people of that era were tested by the Vietnam War and its harsh domestic fallout. They had to make hard choices that might carry severe consequences. Some wound up in Vietnam and others in Canada. Craven helps us feel compassion for both. The film's special pleasure is a brilliantly selected musical score especially the work of Country Joe And The Fish.


posted by stew at 9:56 AM