30 Mar 2010

Blue Blog

This is a Blue Blog for people who acknowledge the limits of the English language and Western culture...

and are willing to use laughter, dance, humor and love to defeat war.

Blue comedy

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia


Blue comedy is comedy that is off-color, risqué, indecent, profane, or obscene.[1] It often contains cursing and/or sexual imagery that shocks and offends many audiences. The term comes from the music hall comedian Max Miller who kept all his adult jokes in a blue colored notebook. [2]

Max Miller (1894–1963) – the Cheeky Chappie was a front-cloth[1] comedian who was top of the bill in variety in the 1930s, '40s and '50s. He made films, toured in revues and music hall, sang and recorded songs some of which he wrote. He was known for his flamboyant suits, his wicked charm, his risqué jokes which often got him into trouble with the censors. The BBC banned him twice, one of which lasted 5 years.

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This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,

This Blog existed after Bush II "the lesser" stole 2 elections, before Google ate Blogger,
Love Trumps hate.

Hits of the Month

Poetic HyperLinks Defeating the Impossibilities of Peace

Also sprach Zarathustra to the brothasistahs lost out in the woods…
Rolling stones and hurricanes prime us for the rapid eye movement of whose dream?
A stairway to the dark side of the moon reveals an orchestrated King
singing the blues while sexual pistols whip Jesus’ son.
Who’s influence weens us?
Me and my friends gratefully raged against the machine for three days
in the shadow of the valley of the dead
so big brother and company held us down while the wind cried
nothing to be gained here (except copied rights),
Then a questing tribe of beastly boys found a digable plant
where a buffalo soldier picked up a Gideon’s bible from the Godfather
in joe’s garage (or was it in one of 200 motels?)
Anyway, on a Holiday, the pinball wizard boy (Billie)
followed his heart and stopped pretending he was the king of the little plastic castles
while education, missed in the house of the naked apes, evolved and mutated
into and with ~ Nature Art Love Truth ~ and we do too…
And somewhere over the rainbow dancing fools send clowns and purple rain
into imagine nations where everything is now sacred
and there are no more public enemies or rusted Roots or minor threats
or bad brains or busted rhymes or widespread panic
and everyone can read the hieroglyphics on the wall
and we are all refugees of courtney’s love attaining nirvana….
But then again, you’re so vain, you probly think this poem’s about you-
we are everywhere and we cannot be beaten
it’s all over now baby blue, all we need is Love
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