Friday, April 30, 2010

My Fav Poems and Very Short Stories, second column

me, 2008


My darling bobcat,
You darken my door again,
Lean, looking bewildered,
Talking like
we've always been together.

And you've simply returned tonight
From some hunting trip,
To show off your new trinkets --
a dripping brain,
a tired womb, or two,
pocket holes where you thought

your last quarter rested,

maybe a new mouth to feed --

whom you may never meet,

or not 'til the child is grown.

But it is winter now,

And you've been gnawed to the bone,

Scalped, slightly stewed,

Your batteries stolen,

Your whiskers frightfully white.

And you line your precious trophies

Along the steps to my door,

And when I've again licked well

Your new war-wounds,

You're stalking, out for more.

Mountain lion,

The hungry, lean smile,

Fast heart, faster feet.

(c) Linda Lemaster

September 11, 1992

about midnight, full moon coming

Foot Note -
Started this special collection, 'My Fav Poems and Very Short Stories,' with a simple song from Rumi about LOVE. I will enter favorite poems I've loved or I discover, no particular order beyond capacity. Suggestions welcome - click the blue "comment" spot below any entry. Most of my favorites are not those written (so called) by me; this one above is a good'un.

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

My Fav Poems and Very Short Stories, Number One in collection

early Picasso sunset

~ LOVE ~

The whole world could be chocked with thorns:

A lover's heart will stay rose garden.

The wheel of heaven could wind to a halt:

The world of lovers will go on turning.

Even if every being grew sad, a lover's soul

Will stay fresh, vibrant, light.

— Rumi


Thursday, April 22, 2010

Welcome Earthlings! prayer

Welcome Earthlings!

Scopes Park, Photo by Linda Lemaster, 2007

Now today you say it's Earth Day
A special holiday - no day off to enjoy said Earth, but lots of trinkets to show you've been there! Watch those footprints!

With your Soymilk Uplink
Facebook Similies
Corporate Smiley Green-Faces

(I heard the news today, oh boy)
"only seventeen percent of your toxic drinking water bottles getting recycled"

Now we're bad guys - now corporations tell us what is good and what is bad memory becomes obsolete
Our Own Story gets lost in the smoking clang of commerce
of success of Manifest Destiny
in the form of an open-bid contract
measurable objectives
of who can be the sleaziest
in the Game of Slide-In-Bye

War Mongers Dignified by their missteps, retired for bad training while their orders murder on
Intensive Care Veterans' hospitals mired in rats feces and mildew'd windows and lost records,
Our living heroes lost, alone
Philidelphia's ringing citizen democracy not dead yet
merely drowning
in the Roar of burning flesh, smeltered souls, and empires sold at auction
by banks
now rewarded for screwing their clients
in Spades

Walt Whitman, Benjamin Franklin would have to go underground, or to jail
if they visited today. Earth Day

We do not need to believe
To feel Her Ire
Her Lava is also my womb
My suffering is also her Pain
Her Oracle is the only true map to Life

We do not have to understand, just kneel down
and put our fingers past the dirt, feel the Life in this ground
Forget the parcel number and unhang from meridian logic
Breathe past the inTOXicated grasses, be careful in Her River's detritis accept Great Ocean's salient secrets
Quick, get to the Life of 'the thing', find your senses, awaken them
walk barefooted
while you still can

Great Mother
Just a Match in the Wind of God perhaps
For us
ever-embracing our enfeebled engorged Humanity
Her swirling Emerald Dress of Song and tragedy
into Her Divine Grace her Gaia children's Boat and Bosom

She is hearing our Song, even as we don't hear each other

We burn her Entrails, suck blood from Her Womb
as tho she were already cold
While demanding more More not even hungry just rapacious

Great Mother I give you my puny Earth Day

Your Oracle everywhere,
the den of sowbugs
the broken twig pictograph
the absence of bossy jaybirds, the lone tulip
even the stoplight flinch

Awakens me to Your Grace
Great Mother I give you back my Life

And you give me back my Song!

(c) Linda Ellen Lemaster . April 22, 2010
Brash Collection, prayer, "Welcome Earthlings"

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Jack Herer proudly shows off his hemp boxers!
At HempStalk in Portland, Ore., 2008.
Photo by Bonnie King

by Bonnie King,
originally published Apr-20-2010, 04:20

Center stage is exactly where Jack Herer belonged. A talented, “bombastic” man, Jack’s energy was contagious and his legacy is alive and well.

(SALEM, Ore.) - Jack Herer was born June 18th, 1939, in Coney Island, Brooklyn, New York. In 1940 his family moved to Buffalo, where he was raised, the son of a collection agency manager. A “normal American nerd”, he grew into a respectable young man, joining the military, getting married and starting a family.

And then, at age thirty, he completely changed direction, becoming one of the very first American Cannabis activists, and inevitably the most world renowned leader for hemp education.

Jack didn’t start out as the “kind of guy” who smoked pot. He was a Goldwater Republican, in the sign maintenance business. In 1969, recently divorced, he was introduced to cannabis by a girlfriend. He wasn’t much interested in it before then, and after briefly trying it a couple of times he was fairly sure it didn’t “work on him”. Jack was therefore naive to the euphoric or medicinal properties of the herb. When he decided to really give it a try, he said he had the most incredible sex of his life.

That inspired him to learn more. What he learned, he shared.

Jack Herer spent the early 1970's in Venice Beach, California, where he re-established himself in the world by opening two head shops. In 1973, Jack published his first book, G.R.A.S.S. (Great Revolutionary American Standard System), and met his friend and mentor Captain Ed Adair.

Jack & Captain Ed
Captain Ed changed Jack’s life, bringing new enlightenment to what Jack had already learned, and sparked the flame that never dimmed from that point forward. Jack soon founded an organization named HEMP (Help End Marijuana Prohibition).

Jack believed that the cannabis sativa plant should not be illegal because it has been shown to be a renewable source of fuel, food, fiber and medicine, and it can be grown in virtually any part of the world. Jack was dismayed with the U.S. government, which he said hid the proof of these facts from American citizens.

Jack and Captain Ed formed the Reefer Raiders in Los Angeles. They spent the next twelve years assembling all types of information about the history, properties and benefits of cannabis.

In 1982, Jack was at a party and had the opportunity to outline the hemp story to Tom Rutherford, a state senator from New Mexico. The senator told Jack that if the facts were real and if they were put into a book, then pot would be legalized.

That’s all Jack needed to hear, and he went to work on The Emperor Wears No Clothes, which would become one of the seminal books on the history of hemp and marijuana prohibition, used by experts and laymen alike as an essential research tool and a catalyst in the advocacy to decriminalize cannabis since it was first published in 1985. Over 600,000 books have been sold, it is translated into a dozen languages and there is an online version available on

In 1988, Jack ran for United States President, (1,949 votes) and again in 1992 (3,875 votes) as the Grassroots Party candidate.

Described by close friends as “bombastic”, "tireless", and "inspirational", Jack spoke out as often as possible about the benefits of hemp, the medicinal uses of marijuana, and his deference to paying the government “one thin dime” for the privilege of using the herb. His impassioned message never faltered through the years, always ready to take on the unenlightened and share his vault of knowledge on the subject of hemp.

In 1990 he told Steve Hager of High Times, “Our leaders are acting like lemmings. I want them to legalize hemp and start cleaning up our planet right now. I don't want to wait 20 or 50 years for something to be done about petrochemical pollution. And they have to let the people in jail for drug violations out of prison today! And pay them back for attorneys, for bail, for losing their jobs and their property! Everything must be restored!!”

Jack determined that legalizing hemp would reverse the Greenhouse Effect, a direct result of burning fossil or old carbon fuels.

“There is only one plant that can completely substitute for fossil fuel. The plant is an annual that grows in all 50 states. It is the fastest growing sustainable biomass on the planet. It can produce paper, fiber, food, and fuel,” Jack said.

Jack and Captain Ed made a well-known pact, a pledge that is now a famous quote, one that strikes the heartstrings of those that knew them both.

In Jack’s own words: “In 1974-75, possession of under an ounce of hemp/pot was decriminalized in the state of California. Captain Ed was 33 years old and I was 34. Ed’s pledge that I took in 1974 and again in April 1980, 1986, and 1988, and finally in the hospital four days before he died in August 1991, was that we’d swear to work every day to legalize marijuana and get all pot prisoners out of jail, until we were dead, marijuana was legal, or we could quit when we turned 84. We wouldn't have to quit, but we could.” --July 15, 1998

Jack & 2008 Initiative
On August 16, 1991, Jack lost his partner Edwin “Captain Ed” M. Adair III, to Leukemia, Ed was 50. Jack remained resolute, and continued the quest for decriminalization.

Jack Herer
the one and only Jack Herer.
In 1996 Jack assisted Dennis Peron in the passing of California Proposition 215, leading the way in the medicinal marijuana legality. A total of fourteen U.S. states and the District of Columbia have enacted laws allowing medical marijuana use, as of today.

A specific strain of cannabis was named after Jack Herer in honor of his work and is known around the world. The strain has won several awards, including the 7th High Times Cannabis Cup, the “Academy Awards of Marijuana”. Jack Herer was also introduced to the Counterculture Hall of Fame at the 16th Cannabis Cup in recognition of his first book, G.R.A.S.S.

The Emperor of Hemp,, is a 1999 PBS documentary by Anita Roddick about the life of Jack Herer. It is considered by some to be one of the best pot documentaries of all-time, revealing the reasons why industrial hemp and cannabis were outlawed in 1937.

In July 2000, Jack had a heart attack and a major stroke while on stage at the World Hemp Festival in Oregon, resulting in long term rehabilitation for ongoing difficulties speaking and moving the right side of his body.

He recovered fairly well, and was back in action after three years. In May 2004, Jack revealed that treatment with the aminita muscaria, a psychoactive mushroom was the "secret" to his recovery.

Every year, Jack and his crew would travel thousands of miles making appearances, book signings, and speaking engagements at hemp festivals and other events. Jack loved to share his wisdom.

Jack also attributed much of his recovery success to Rick Simpson’s Healing Hemp Oil, which he hoped would receive the recognition deserved for its many medicinal uses. In 2008, Jack said that Rick Simpson’s Healing Hemp Oil had changed his life. Using the healing hemp oil healed the wounds on his legs from diabetic ulcers that he had struggled with for years. He also took it orally and said he experienced better muscle mobility. He recited case studies of cancer survivors and many more success stories. He couldn’t rave about it enough.

On September 12th, 2009 Jack said he felt better than he had in years and talked about his upcoming European tour with Rick Simpson. He was enjoying the Oregon sunshine, and the positive environment surrounding him at the HempStalk Festival while he visited with fans, and many long time friends.

September 12, 2009
Yet, later that day Jack suffered a sudden heart attack after speaking onstage. He was given CPR for over twenty minutes, and then rushed to Emanuel Hospital. He remained in critical condition for several days. About a month later, he was transferred to Avamere Rehabilitation Center where he made some progress, but was unable to fully recover.

Jack was released to his home in Eugene, Oregon in late March 2010 and passed away with his wife Jeannie at his side on April 15, 2010.

Jack is survived by his wife, six children, a brother, a sister, grandchildren, and a worldwide cast of thousands. He is loved from all corners of the globe, and will be greatly missed.

On that fateful day in September, Jack encouraged the audience to continue the fight, to see the initiatives through to success, not to bow down to undue influence, and resist the temptation to agree to pay the government to use cannabis. Jack was unyielding in that regard; he did not believe in taxation on any level.

Jack Herer has left the stage, but his message and his legacy will reverberate infinitely. The work he did was a gift to all generations, the foundation of a more enlightened social consciousness, and an example of what a man can do, when he puts his mind to it. And so it is. The fight must go on.

Jack’s last words to the audience, and to the world,
“See you next time!”

Jack Herer
June 18th, 1939 - April 15th, 2010
April 25th: Jack Herer's Memorial will take place on Sunday, April 25th at 1:00 at Eden Memorial Park - 11500 Sepulveda Boulevard, Mission Hills, CA 91345.

To read excerpts from The Emperor Wears No Clothes for free online, visit

Photos courtesy; Facebook.

Bonnie King has been with since August '04, when she became Publisher.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

AROUND TOWN -- This will be my occasional column about great events and cultural vitality --support free radio everywhere you can!

Come to the Party in costume, be a pirate.

FREE RADIO SANTA CRUZ celebrates 15 years!

101.1 FM

That's me by the middle mic, outfitted for the high seas. Because Free Radio Santa Cruz gave a great party. Included costume contest; bean counting for an alternative voting system and it worked quite well.

Me number two at pirate-looking!

Thanks for all those votes among folks and families of all ages. The musicians were all great. I'll review a bit further when I'm able to get more photos into this blogspot.

I do not attend very many public gatherings any more, because of this struggle due to environmental/chemical allergies all over the place. So far this year, I have been lucky, finding moments of community without perfumes and ammoniated kitchens and deisel exhaust and toxic food additives. The Pirate Radio Celebration at Kuumbwa Jazz Center earlier this month was one of those "lucky" events - safe for me. Fun.

I even danced a little bit. Happy Birthday FRSC 101.1 fm