Sunday, April 19, 2009

I Support Pirates!!!!!!!

From the seas of Somalia! Somali Pirates are lashing back at merchant ships and commercial fishers who have been stalking the sea of Aden, off Somalia's coast since the civil war began there. Despite the few of them that were killed by America and India (asia's America) they have harmed very few of their captive capitalists, generally treating their hostages well to the point of hiring caterers on the shores of Somalia to cook spaghetti, grilled fish and roasted meat that will appeal to a Western palate. They also keep a steady supply of cigarettes and drinks from the shops on shore. their purpose as stated by various pirates is one of revenge for the stealing of Somalia's food and aid, and the embargo on weapons for Somali people's while using Somalia as a virtual highway for American gun running. Right on mates!


The Pirate Bay!!! Freedom's just another word for no packaging on overpriced music from underpaid bands. We all know that downloading Metallica is not going to take away any of their Benzos (but hopefully take away their barber money), and "stealing" sound is pretty much impossible. If intellectual property were real, couldn't AC/DC be looking at 20 to life for stealing the same fucking song from themselves for the last 30 years? Oh wait, intellectual property requires...intellect. Free the Pirate Bay 4! and while you are at it, download our music for free and share it as much as you can.


Bottom line is this, whether you bought it or not, it was stolen from somewhere. There is nothing that we have that was taken from the earth by permission and I type this on a plastic keyboard that will never decompose, made by slave wage workers in a country that doesn't even have internet available by a worker who could never afford the keyboard, let alone the computer. Everything is stolen, at least pirates share the bounty!

Historically speaking, pirate ships were rogue contractors for the elite of Europe, whose crew recognized the thievery they were sent to do for a a pittance of nothing, and decided that they would take it back. They are documented as being extremely egalitarian (if even because the threat of sure death hung over their heads if they fucked each other over) and ran mostly on consensus. Of course not all crews worked this way, but let's not let hollywood tell us that piracy is a history of dark origin, and let's not let Fox news tell us that Somali Pirates or Internet Pirates are our enemy.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

The new tune from Holy!Holy!Holy!



Check out our myspace for show dates.

Thursday, January 1, 2009

Anarchy Now! 1, 2, & 3

So, here is the new venture, Anarchy Now! With nearly 1,000 downloads, in just a few weeks, we are building steam. So, check this shit out and enjoy.

Anarchy Now! #1
The introductory sedition. Featuring reports on Greece Riots, some music and fun, brought to you by Rabble Rouser and Dr. Rev. Mason Bilderberg.

Anarchy Now! #2
This sedition focuses on Police violence, the lack of response in the US, and the capitalist ties pigs have. Also a resistance report by the franklin house choir.

Anarchy Now! #3
Opens with the communique of the New School in Exile, goes into reports of eco-damage.

Friday, December 12, 2008

Greek-inspired protests spread across Europe, and Coming To A Town Near You!


Greek-inspired protests spread across Europe
By PAUL HAVEN – 5 hours ago

MADRID, Spain (AP) — The unrest that has gripped Greece is spilling over into the rest of Europe, raising concerns the clashes could be a trigger for opponents of globalization, disaffected youth and others outraged by the continent's economic turmoil and soaring unemployment.

Protesters in Spain, Denmark and Italy smashed shop windows, pelted police with bottles and attacked banks this week, while in France, cars were set ablaze Thursday outside the Greek consulate in Bordeaux, where protesters scrawled graffiti warning about a looming "insurrection."

At least some of the protests were organized over the Internet, showing how quickly the message of discontent can be spread, particularly among tech-savvy youth. One Web site Greek protesters used to update each other on the locations of clashes asserted there have been sympathy protests in nearly 20 countries.

More demonstrations were set for Friday in Italy, France and Germany.

Still, the clashes have been isolated so far, and nothing like the scope of the chaos in Greece, which was triggered by the police killing of a teenager on Saturday and has ballooned into nightly scenes of burning street barricades, looted stores and overturned cars.

Nevertheless, authorities in Europe worry conditions are ripe for the contagion to spread.

As Europe plunges into recession, unemployment is rising, particularly among the young. Even before the crisis, European youths complained about difficulty finding well-paid jobs — even with a college degree — and many said they felt left out as the continent grew in prosperity.

In Greece, demonstrators handed out fliers Thursday listing their demands, which include the reversal of public spending cuts that have brought more layoffs, and said they were hopeful their movement would spread.

"We're encouraging nonviolent action here and abroad," said Konstantinos Sakkas, a 23-year-old protester at the Athens Polytechnic, where many of the demonstrators are based. "What these are abroad are spontaneous expressions of solidarity with what's going on here."

Across the continent, Internet sites and blogs have popped up to spread the call to protest.

Several Greek Web sites offered protesters real-time information on clash sites, where demonstrations were heading and how riot police were deployed around the city. Protest marches were arranged and announced on the sites and via text message on cell phones.

In Spain, an anti-globalization Web site, Nodo50.org, greeted visitors with the headline "State Assassin, Police Executioners" and told them of hastily called rallies Wednesday in Barcelona and Madrid.

"We stand in solidarity" with the Greek protesters, the site said.

Elsewhere in Europe, reports about the clashes in Greece were quickly picked up online by citizen journalists, some of whom posted details of confrontations on Twitter. At the Independent Media Center, photos and video of the demonstrations were uploaded and plans were listed for "upcoming solidarity actions" in London, Edinburgh and Berlin.

One writer on the site london.indymedia.org exhorted people to follow the Greek example and "reclaim the streets. Burn the banks that robbed you ... It is a great opportunity to expand the revolution in all europe."

"What's happening in Greece tends to prove that the extreme left exists, contrary to doubts of some over these past few weeks," French Interior Ministry spokesman Gerard Gachet told The Associated Press.

But, he added, the coming days and weeks would determine whether "there's a danger of contagion of the Greek situation into France."

In cities across Europe, protests flared in solidarity with the demonstrations in Greece.

One rally outside the Greek Embassy in Rome turned violent on Wednesday, damaging police vehicles, overturning a car and setting a trash can on fire. In Denmark, protesters pelted riot police with bottles and paint in downtown Copenhagen; 63 people were detained and later released.

And in Spain, angry youths attacked banks, shops and a police station in Madrid and Barcelona late Wednesday. Some of the protesters chanted "police killers" and other slogans. Eleven people — including a Greek girl — were arrested at the two rallies, which drew a total of about 200 protesters.

Daniel Lostao, president of the state-financed Youth Council, an umbrella organization of Spanish youth groups, said young people in Spain face daunting challenges — soaring unemployment, low salaries and difficulty in leaving the family nest because of expensive housing.

Still, he said he doubted the protests in Spain would grow.

"We do not have the feeling that this is going to spread," Lostao said. "Let's hope I am not wrong."

In France, protesters set fire to two cars and a garbage can filled with flammable material outside the Greek consulate in Bordeaux Thursday and scrawled graffiti threatening more unrest, Greek Consul Michel Corfias said.

Graffiti reading "solidarity with the fires in Greece," was scrawled on the consulate and the word "insurrection" was painted on the doors of neighboring houses.

"The events in Greece are a trigger" for French youth angry by their own lack of economic opportunity, Corfias said.

The Greek contingent has called for this Thursday to be an "Inter-National Day Of Action" to stand in solidarity with oppressed peoples everywhere. Meet at Black Bear Bakery, on Cherokee St. in St. Louis on Saturday at 5:00 PM for an emergency meeting to discuss what type of action can be done in the U.S.

www.blackbearbakery.org

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

Look Ma, I'm Famous!

This was sent to me by my friend, Michael Rothenberg, who is a poet, editor and liberal nihilist. He believes in nossing Liboffski, NOSSING, but a lot of NOSSING for everyone.
Check out his poetry journal, Big Bridge.

but for now,

Friday, October 17, 2008

Louis Ledford and the return of Adam Lee and the dead horse sound company

Louis Ledford

Hey All,
We are having a chili cook on Sunday with music provided by New Orleans' own Louis Ledford and the return of Adam Lee and the deadhorse sound company!
www.myspace.com/louisledford www.louisledford.com

the chili cook is an ingredient potluck, so bring over a vegetarian ingredient and we will all pitch in to make a big ass pot of chili!

Chili cook starts at 5:00 with food and music and a campfire after dark.

Please bring a couple bucks for the musician, he is on tour and gas is fucking pricy.

Sunday Oct. 19th
5:00 PM - 12:ish
320 Tompkins
St. Charles, MO
63301
636-493-1239



Wednesday, September 24, 2008

Get your ass in gear!

So, we have been a little busy here picking banjos and figuring out the mystical world of Accordion playing, and have neglected the updates. Here is a really brief update.




COMING UP:




Friday Oct. 3rd - 5:00 PM meet-up at the franklin house with your bike to gear up for the first ever St. Charles Critical Mass at 6:00 pm at Picasso's on Main Street. Critical Mass is an international bike ride, taking place in cities all over the world, traditionally on the first Friday of each month. Come take back the streets with us for an hour or two. Bring noisemakers and dress in a festive manner. Then at 8:00 head back to Picasso's for Virginia Harold's art opening!






Sunday Oct. 5th - Eddy Burke will be gracing our Sunday Potluck with his folk music sensibilities. http://www.myspace.com/thelegendofeddyburke Come on out for the regular veggie potluck and enjoy the musical guest.






Saturday Oct. 11th - This is a big ass fucking day. Get the Folk Up 1-9 pm Sat, Oct 11On the Quad(In case of rain, 3-9 pm, Grant Gym)A student-run, social-activist festival. Bands, booths, & more.A Year of International Human Rights event. Featuring David Rovics, the Riot Folk collective and some incarnation of holy!holy!holy! All of this at Webster University. We are hoping it runs until 8:00 instead of so everyone can make it on over here for the after party also featuring David Rovics. If you have never seen


David before, then there is a good chance you

have not been to many franklin house events, as he is our honorary house musician, even

though he hails from Portland OR, and spends a

great deal of his time flying around the world to play at all the best riots.

I believe the Riot Folk crew will be joining us for this evening as well, and we will be hearing more songs and doing a jam session until around 10:00 or so when we will be holding a very special premiere for Michael Moore's new film, Slacker Uprising. Right here in the back yard of the franklin house, we will be rolling out the red carpet to have a true blue film premiere, and for free to top it off. We will be asking for donations to help us recover from the vast amount of expenses we racked up this summer running this collective, no to mention all the hookers, booze and gambling we do!

This film tackles the 2004 tour that Moore pulled together as a last ditch effort to defeat GW in the last elections. It failed, and that is the basis for the film and for our discussion. Will mass youth voting movements work to creat change, or do we need to find new venues for democratic action? Be here for the music, the film and the discussion.
Monday October 13th - Klatt, Midas & Barnett. Join us on this Monday for an evening of your cool uncle's favorite music. Folk was once the voice of the people, as frog like as that voice may have sounded, and it sprang up from the Beat generations seedy cafe's in plenty. Jack Klatt, Bryce Midas, and Gabe Barnett have harnassed that raw energy and jumbled it up with some punk influenza to give us the raucus folk of today that we hip kids dig so much. Get your ass on out here and support this Minneapolis 3, and foloowing their performance, we may be showing a film. Or just picking banjos till the neighbors start shootin'.
So there is the next few weeks of your life, planned out for you courtesy of the Franklin House.
Oh, and by the way, check out the artical in Sunday's paper about a couple of us here: http://stcharlesjournal.stltoday.com/articles/2008/09/21/news/sj2tn20080920-0921stc-neigh0.ii1.txt not bad for small town journalism.



















Monday, September 8, 2008

oh man, there goes my reputation.


me and mark rudd, like a leftist fucking odd couple. guess this picture might hinder my chances of becoming president, huh.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

The Case For Violence


Derrick Jensen is arguably the most dangerous and contraversial authors and speakers concerning the defense of the earth at all cost, and also possibly the most effective. In his two part epic manifesto, Jensen lays it out as clearly as possible, using plain english (or Finnish, Hebrew, Dutch, German or Danish if you prefer) that civilization, as we know it, can never sustain itself. This, Jensen points out, is not unlike the "great civilizations" that now line the oceans floor or the walls of a museum, and is also unique, in that the enemy we have now created is not an outside force waiting to invade and enslave the civilization, but is in fact ourselves, crumbling from the inside. He also points out the ominous truth that those who are profiting from this demise, will not stop on their own, and therefore, as reason follows, must be stopped.

Do not get me wrong, Derrick is not volleying for the salvation of this civilization, rather, a more expiditious decline. His belief is in the soil and waters of the Earth that we have inhabited since day one of our existence, and have destroyed over the past few thousand years. He lays out, clearly, the manmade deconstruction of the ecology of our living space, the vast abuse of resources by our cities, the greed driven raping of the rivers and wetlands, and the for profit depletion of entire populations of wild animals, and unlike liberal environmentalists, does not simply stop with the outline of our destruction. He procedes to make the most sane and logical case for violence that I have ever heard.

He is not talking about random, unjustified violence, like that used by the state in the form of police or military. Jensen speaks concisely of a bottom up defensive measure that is always shunned by a culture that is used to only one type of violence that is accepted, that being violence from the top down.
in an excerpt from Endgame: “We must keep in mind that the capitalist regime in Washington continues to harbor journalists, military leaders, politicians, and CEOs who have put in place and praised U.S. military and economic policies that kill millions of people annually.”

Anytime an act of defensive measure is reported on, of that defensive measure is carried out against "our" people, it is always, and without fail, reported as criminal and since 9/11, terroristic. Jensen inverts that upon the state, and points out it's bias and it's ludicrousy.

I do not want to paint him as a stern faced revolutionary though, well not always. Jensen is quite possibly the funniest and most enjoyable person to listen to in modern day journalism. Whether he is rewriting Star Wars, or mocking nearly every single group on "the left", or telling simple schoolyard jokes, he has the charm and wit of a Lenny Bruce. Derrick will be joining us on my radio show, Rabble Rouse Radio, on Monday September 29th, at 9:00 PM to listen to Derrick speak and have a chance to call in with a question.

www.blogtalkradio.com/RABBLE

Friday, September 5, 2008

"Police Deny Using Excessive Force on RNC Protesters"



Yet, again, COPS are lying pieces of shit.

Dakota Reclamation




RESISTANCE IS LIVING! click the red words to be taken to the interview!

Tonight I held an interview with members of the Dakota Nation who are currently reclaiming their sacred land in Minnesota, known as the cold water springs. This resistance is one of many indigenous culture revolts occurring the world over. This is the reaping of capitalist seeds sown with the blood of the people for the righteousness of the rich.

In Denver, last week, we were absolutely saturated by police presence. Every street downtown was lined with cops bearing weapons ranging from automatic guns to sticks and tear gas, but all carrying the hardest weapon to dismantle, fear. This level of fear is what has necessitated the state since day one, and also what allows for the use of such force against otherwise peaceful americans. It works like this.

The state spends fifty million dollars on security for the streets of Denver in the weeks leading up to the occupation of Denver by corporate goons. That outrageous amount of money is used to provide the image of security in the form of a couple of thousand cops with large weapons, the infringement upon civil liberties of citizens of Denver, snipers on rooftops and the bringing in of not only federal troops, but also private mercenaries such as Blackwater Corp. All of these expenses add up to the creation of an unknown and seemingly large enemy. When we see this amount of firepower int he hands of those meant to protect our freedoms, we come to an understanding that that is their purpose here, meaning there is a threat in our streets that we cannot see and do not have the privilege of knowledge of. That may be because the enemy is in fact, us.

According to recent bills put forth and passed, anyone who believes that this system has wronged people, and needs to be changed, is in fact an enemy combatant. This means that every worker that lost his or her job due to NAFTA, every child who lost funding for their school due to this most recent war, every mother who lost a son or daughter in that war, every native person who does not know their own language from the colonization of the lands by rich white men, every fisherman who cannot eat their catch because of poisoned waters, every farmer that is forced by economic terrorism to grow bio-fuel instead of food and poison his field because of monsanto, is now a potential terrorist. All of us are potential enemies.

If this is the case, then they are warranted in their use of force, right? But who are they protecting? When Barrack Obama took the stage of the world and announced his military plan of war, people cheered and called him a candidate of change. He then went on to invoke the teachings of Martin Luther King Jr. from 40 years ago to the day, and did not stop once to denounce the police who were beating people in the streets of Denver for doing what the great Dr. King had hoped we would do. He did not once mention that right outside the walls of the convention, there were people being jailed for standing in the wrong place on the street of an american city, or people being raided by riot cops and federal agents for feeding people for free. He did not mention that his support of Israel is in truth a forwarding of a genocide against the Palestinian Peoples. He did not mention that most of the people he is hoping would vote for him are victims of the cruelty of this system and would remain so long after November.

In St. Paul, homes are being raided and people being charged with terrorism for acts that were not yet committed and in fact have no ground to think that any terrorist acts would be committed by those apprehended, meanwhile, police storm the streets waving guns, using grenades and pepper spray to incite fear in the hearts of civilians, which is, in fact, the very definition of terrorism. Hundreds are in jail in both cities this week, falling as political collateral damage to a group that seeks to control the very air we breathe. The hundreds of us that stood up in Denver and the thousands that stood up in St. Paul can change nothing if the millions of us continue to remain silent. It is known that before the slaves could revolt, they must first understand what slavery is, what their condition is. How then, do we convince ourselves that we are slaves, and that our comfort is temporary and fake and on the backs of people the world over? How much more will it take?

Friday, August 22, 2008


I have heard it said, as I am sure you have also, that "Now is the time to fight!" Well, my comrades, that is not the whole truth. You see, the fight has always been here. The fight has been in the homes of every person alive, at the check out lane, at the work place, at the school houses and churches, at the unenmployment lines and welfare offices across the country, the fight has been against us. The weapons used have been the destruction of workers unions, the scapegoating of public assistance, the copyright of god the churches and preachers have taken to control our spirit, the influx of drugs into our neighborhoods, the shark tacitcs of Slave-mart (wal-mart) and BigBucks (starbucks) McDeadly food for our children, television that does not inform but distract, the selling of sex and condemning of sexuality, the gentrification and stripping of culture of our neighborhoods, and the littany goes on and on.The fight was not over at the end of the Civil Rights movement, a time that many look back on as a great victory. To assume that this was a victory and not merely a launching point for a greater battle is to deny the ghettos and prisons of today, both being a breathing ATM for the wealthy in the form of drug trafficking and forced labor of corporate prisons. Our schools have been racially integrated, yes, but has there been a fair and equal distribution of funding? No. Black americans gained the right to vote, but has there not been voter fraud and a complete deletion of real black voices from the political sector of the world? Yes. The greatest movements of social change have not taken place in the voting booths, but by those who did not have the vote to rest upon. The minute that all americans could vote, the system adapted to make voting a ridiculous and crule joke, allowing for corporate america to buy off candidates and create wars for profit, despite the voice of the people in the streets screaming for justice and peace. This should tell us that there is not a concern by the those who control and profit as to what we believe. This should tell us that our vote and our anger are for nothing so long as we pay for the existence of these vultures. There has to be a new way to fight.If you are new to the idea of this fight, then I welcome you, and charge you to learn from those who are experienced in tactics of survival and promotion of a more just society. If you are not new then I charge you step up your game. Recently, a group called Move-On has celebrated 10 years of being in existence. This is no cause for celebration. This is cause for mourning and anger, that a group founded under the pre-suppositon that we must end war and corporate control has turned ten years old and we are in the midst of the most privatized corporate war for profit ever, and it is not over. We need to step up our game! The tools of our slavery have gotten heavy and we have allowed for it to happen in the name of our security, or in the belief that "I am comfortable, so everyone can be too". It is time we turn the tides and shake off the shackles together.Recently on blogtalkradio, there has been a harsh reminder that corporate interests do not coincide with the voice of the people. This is not a new notion to some of us, and a bitter awakening to others. Let us stop criticizing those who have been fighting, let us no longer say that "radical" is a bad word. Let us now learn the roots of our very rebellious nature and suck the sweet milk from them to nurture our branches of dissent into great flowers of revolt. Let us come together now to learn from one another, and have no shame for our ignorance, rather a yearning to mend it and irradicate it. Let us not rely upon the historical movements as proof we have existed, rather creat a new movement that is inspired by our past and nurtured by each others beauty and creativity.Stop asking and start taking. Take back our labor, our lives, our spirit, our streets and our voices from those who would rather see us numb and complacent. Turn off your television brothers and sisters, because the streets are alive and in full color, high definition, surround sound glory and they are ours. OURS! Stop working on the assumption that there are some people in power that are good, and start working on the notion that good people have the power to change the world right now, without political endorsements or fundraising campaigns. Leaders do not need votes, they need bodies in the movement all around them. Leaders do not need signs bearing their names, but signs declaring our demands. Leaders do not require acceptance from the status quo, and will rarely find it. Leaders teach, learn, cook, clean, change diapers, raise children, stay child-like and playful, join together with all people of struggle, and most importantly, leaders are not extraordinary people, just regular people with large dreams and larger ambitions. Let us all become the leaders we are crying for.We must understand that the fight has been against us for our whole lives, so now is the time to FIGHT BACK!We may not win today, but that must not stifle us. We may not win tomorrow, but that must not scare us, if we choose not to fight, we will never win, and that should move us into action more than anything else. We Must Fight Back!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

dinner party fund raiser


Monday, August 11, 2008

F.U.


The Franklin House is pleased to offer, as a service to the community, and to ourselves, Saint Charles’ first ever, FREE University! The FREE University, or F.U., is a community sustained and operated school, for children of all ages, ranging from youth to our prized elders. Classes will range from knowledge sharing to skill sharing, and pretty much anything that you can ever wish to know or share. For thinkers of the abstract to purists of the most high levels, this school is place for growth within our community. All of this is offered for FREE! Participation is the only requirement to attend. Classes are limited for space, to allow for more direct conversation. The best person to learn from is not always one holding a degree, but often times the one willing to teach without benefit. What exactly is a free school? It is just as it sounds, and a little more than it implies. A FREE school is a school that requires no money to attend and offers no money to lead, yes, that is true. What it also offers is a freedom from arbitrary constraints placed upon other schools in the interest of the moral sanctity of the people. What I mean to say is, we do not tolerate any sort of censorship of information, whether it is what you want to hear or not. There is no agenda to be met and no lobbyist to please. We are FREE from accountability to any body of people or corporations that wish to delete segments of truth. For instance, you will learn the truth about Columbus, how he ravaged and pillaged and murdered, and you will also hear the truth about Che Guevara, how he too murdered to reach his goal. Nothing is sacred outside of the truth. You will learn, also, that there have been amazing and beautiful people all along the road to this enlightened state. Ever heard of Eugene Debs? Emma Goldman? Arthur Rimbaud? There are countless examples of the ways that our schooling, whether private or public, has served to disenfranchise us from our nature. We say enough. We are willing to recognize when we may be wrong, and will constructively hash through the years of subservient crap to find what we will come to understand as a better knowledge of self and others. That, and we will learn how to make a kick ass dinner as well. Or how to sew your own handbag, or make paper from the trash which fills our rubbish bins weekly. We will learn the ins and outs of coffee, beer and wine. The possibilities truly are as endless as there are ideas. The classes are led by the students, each taking turns at sharing skills or knowledge and having serious discussion about ideas, with the presupposition that most concrete ideas are weights on our creativity and must be ground into a fine powder before being reformed. We are not relativists, however, nor are we purists. We are contradictions and glowing examples of confused puzzles. Each of us has something valuable to share, or at least a yearning to understand something a little deeper. Let this be the forum for that understanding. Classes will be held based upon schedules of the leaders of the particular classes and the students schedules. This will be something you should make time for though, as classes will not resolve in one sitting and building ideas and communities will take time. Be willing to commit yourself to the class if you are interested. Classes so far in the works are: Art History - a study of lives of select artists throughout history that have shaped the way the world sighs. Class led by Angela Franklin, including field trips. History of Rebellion – Making use of the works of Howard Zinn and the information of independent media, we examine the forgotten or deleted history of revolution. Class led by Michael Franklin with a special messages from Howard Zinn through out. The Romance of Dying – A class on how not to write poetry, rather how to read and embrace poetry. Ranging from Rimbaud to Whitman, Rumi to Kaufmann, Class leader Sean Arnold will take you on a poetic odyssey. The Art of Making It All Up – After years of being pestered, Michael Franklin will welcome you into the kitchen for a crash course in throwing together delicious, healthy meals, with little or no money. These are just a few examples of the classes offered, and the list will only grow with your participation. Please consider taking six to eight weeks of your life back and attending the classes. Child care will be available for certain classes. This is happening in your own community, so you really have no reason to miss out on a opportunity to build ties to one another and to your self. Nothing reclaims the soul like heuristic living, and nothing can be free unless it is given away.If you would like to get more information on F.U. or would like to enroll, email the franklin house at franklinhousecollective@gmail.com or just come on by the house on a Sunday evening for a vegetarian potluck dinner. Be Well – the Franklin House

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

holy!holy!holy! sunday aug. 3rd


Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Forth of the Lie at the Franklin House.



Saturday, May 17, 2008

May 29th at our house.



www.myspace.com/thecjboydsexxxtet

Sunday, May 11, 2008

holy!holy!holy!



this is the new project, holy!holy!holy!. there are six of us in the group, we started playing together about two or three weeks ago.

here is us playing at picasso's, short film clips and photos provided by a good friend and amazing photographer, Virginia.

9 to 5


we will be playing on thursday at my house with the Jah Kings.

Monday, April 28, 2008

On the "patriotic" generation

So, we hear a lot about the "downfall" of America, and American society. It is usually judged on moral grounds, that being a set of standards and values that all Americans are said or thought to hold to. We hear older generations and neo-cons and libs alike speaking of the loss of virtue, and the celebration of decadence. We are told to believe that long haired boys and bra-less girls are pagans and commies who have undermined the better intentions of the Great Society. This is nothing new, and is in no way a shock or an uncovered secret in America. I am not an investigative journalist breaking the story on the views held by upright citizens of the U.S.A.

I do find it irritating to no end though, and I am constantly being drawn back into the discussion of morality and patriotism by people of all ages, and it always goes like this..."wouldn't you agree that crime is up in our generation and drugs and sex are out of control?" Well...no, i surely do not agree with you. I will agree that criminal offenders that are claimed by the state as prisoners is up, yes, but to say that crime is up is just ridiculous. Also,, in a capitalist society that stays afloat on the premise of bread and circus, meaning basic needs and distractions, then no, sex and drugs are under a lot of control. In fact, sex is the tool used to sell nearly every product we buy, ranging from bottled water to car insurance. CAR INSURANCE FOR FUCK SAKE! Nothing says sex appeal like full coverage?!?!

Look, it is really not too complicated. As American citizens have banded together, much like they have in the last century, to expand civil liberties and social freedoms, that does not mean we have broken free of controllers of the system of capitalism and control. In fact, it really means that elements of control are being exerted more strongly than ever, and the illusion of crime and outrageous sex has been used a a tool of propagandists to dissuade the people from exerting their freedoms, leading eventually the the allowance of those freedoms to be stripped away, and even so through legal means. People actually volley to have liberty taken, be it int he voice of security or the rejection of lifestyle choices made by certain individuals who have chosen to exert their freedoms. This is not whack job conspiracy theory, this is a simple view of the model of consumerist society. To sell more product, you must provide a market, to provide a market you must provide a need. Ideology is also worth it's weight in gold at the check stand. This is understood by the purveyors of big business and enacted in purpose daily to increase profits.

Now, on to the catalyst of this posting, Patriotism and the selling of yesteryear.
I recently received an email from my wife, Angela, that was a forward of a message she got from her grandfather, a retired white collar worker in the Military Industrial Complex, WWII vet, and all around American male. In this email he states the claim that this generation is failing and does not support this country and all of the failures of the Bush Regime are due in whole to "This Generation".

Let's not even get into the lineage of a generation being the teacher of that generation, there-by making all of the actions of the generation, the effects of the lessons of the past generations. We will skip that for now. I decided to instead focus on the historical fallibility of his claims. I will first post his message in it's entirety and then follow with a play by play analysis. This is the message and response I sent out following.



Everyone has a different opinion on the war, and our current President, but, this article makes a lot of sense, and I hope you will read and give it some thought:

What a difference 60 years makes..!!!

'You aint gonna like losing.' Author unknown.

President Bush did make a bad mistake in the war on terrorism, b ut the mistake was not his decision to go to war in Iraq, the mistake was his belief this country is the same one his father fought for in WWII. It is not!

Back then, they had just come out of a vicious depression, the country was steeled by the hardship of that depression, but they still believed fervently in this country. They knew that the people had elected their leaders, so it was the people's duty to back those leaders.

Therefore, when the war broke out the people came together, rallied behind, and stuck with their leaders, whether they had voted for them or not or whether the war was going badly or not.

And war was just as distasteful, and the anguish just there were more casualties in one day in WWII than we have had in the entire Iraq war, but that did not matter. The people stuck with the President because it was their patriotic duty. Americans put aside their differences in WWII and worked together to win that war.

Everyone from every strata of society, from young to old pitched in. Small children pulled little wagons around to gather scrap metal for the war effort. Grade school students saved their pennies to buy stamps for war bonds to help the effort.

Men who were too old or medically 4F lied about their age or condition trying their best to join the military. Women doubled their work to keep things going at home. Harsh rationing of everything from gasoline to soap, to butter was imposed, yet there was very little complaining.

You never heard prominent people on the radio belittling the President. Interestingly enough in those days there were no fat cat actors and entertainers who ran off to visit and fawn over dictators of hostile countries and complain to them about our President. Instead, they made upbeat films and entertained our troops to help the troops' morale. And a bunch even enlisted.

And imagine this: Teachers in schools actually started the day off with a Pledge of Allegiance, and with prayers for our country and our troops!

Back then, no newspaper would have dared point out certain weak spots in our cities where bombs could be set off to cause the maximum damage. No newspaper would have dared complain about what we were doing to catch spies. A newspaper would have been laughed out of existence if it had complained that German or Japanese soldiers were being 'tortured' by being forced to wear women's underwear, or subjected to interrogation by a woman, or being scared by a dog or did not have air conditioning.

There were a lot of things different back then. We were not subjected to a constant bombardment of pornography, perversion and promiscuity in movies or on radio. We did not have legions of crackheads, dope pushers and armed gangs roaming our streets.

No, President Bush did not make a mistake in his handling of terrorism. He made the mistake of believing that we still had the courage and fortitude of our fathers. He believed that this was still the country that our fathers fought so dearly to preserve.

It is not the same country. It is now a cross between Sodom and Gomorra and the land of Oz. We did unite for a short while after 9/11, but our attitude changed when we found out that defending our country would require some sacrifices.

We are in great danger. The terrorists are fanatic Muslims, that believe it is okay, even their duty to kill anyone who will not convert to Islam. It has been estimated that about one third or over three hundred million Muslims are sympathetic to the terrorists cause...Hitler and Tojo combined did not have nearly that many potential recruits.

So...we either win it - or lose it - and you ain't gonna like losing.

America is not at war. The military is at war. America is at the mall.




Okay, here is the same email with my conjecture interspersed:

What a difference 60 years makes..!!!
Okay, let us start with this first statement...In the last 60 years, being that exactly 60 years ago marked the beginning of a new era of Imperialism across the world, with Soviet Russia and the then rising powers of China, and the Victors of the Great War, the U.S, all making fast and powerful moves across every border on each continent. The definition of imperialism is the policy of extending the rule or authority of an empire or nation over foreign countries, or of acquiring and holding colonies and dependencies. If we are to look at the number of U.S. military bases in the world prior to 1933, and after 1945, we will see an increase of dynamic proportions. These military bases were maintained through economic agreements with the foreign countries, and by threat of violence or withdrawal of funding, a.k.a. economic terrorism, on which they stood, and served no purpose of defense, being that following WWII, the U.S. was the only nation remaining that had not suffered great destruction of it's economic system. This then would say that the bases remained as a strategy of permanent residence of weaponry to be used at the whim of the governing powers of the U.S.


'You aint gonna like losing.' Author unknown.

President Bush did make a bad mistake in the war on terrorism, but the mistake was not his decision to go to war in Iraq, the mistake was his belief this country is the same one his father fought for in WWII. It is not!
If a person is to have ambitions to lead a nation, one would then assume that that particular person understands the wants and needs of the people of that nation. You see, while this may be correct that it is not the same nation that it was during WWII, that is not to say that Bush would have an understanding of this, being that he successfully dodged service in the most violent and socially repulsive war, Vietnam, a war that defines imperialistic military state and the subsequent failure of the state to maintain such a strategy. While 30% of this country rests at or below poverty level, and 50% of the country is buried under debt, 15% of the country maintains a level of economic security that exceeds debt and 5% of the country remains obliviously wealthy, and also being that Bush belongs to the lower 5%, he is clearly out of touch with the pulse of this country. It comes as no surprise that he would not understand that this country is fearful and skeptical of foreign wars against non-combatant states, i.e. Iraq. He has never suffered the loss of life comes with the killing of innocent civilians in the name of a state, or worse yet, an oil contractor.

Back then, they had just come out of a vicious depression, the country was steeled by the hardship of that depression, but they still believed fervently in this country. They knew that the people had elected their leaders, so it was the people's duty to back those leaders.
Well, interestingly enough, the reason this country pulled itself out of the Depression, was not back breaking hard nosed work, rather, the over spending of it's governments into the war machine. The surplus of wealth this country enjoyed after the war was in all truths, a debt. It was a debt that, to this day, is still being collected on, and healthily I might add, by certain companies that manufacture mechanisms of war. Is it any coincidence then that these are still the contractors that receive any and all military contracts in no bid agreements. This act alone defies the free market ideals of this nation, and violates the statutes against monopoly that was a great part of our economic trust. Also, might I point out that the leaders of this country are beholden to it's people and not the other way around. If you want to live in a country that values blind support of it's leaders, choose China, they have done well with this nationalistic ideology for 60 years.


Therefore, when the war broke out the people came together, rallied behind, and stuck with their leaders, whether they had voted for them or not or whether the war was going badly or not.
WWII marked the first war in American history to see the term "conscientious objector" used by a large portion of it's own military. In fact, General Eisenhower signed the papers for the execution of one such soldier, Private Eddie Slovic, who was killed by firing squad for refusing to take part in the operations of war, a deed which was all too happily carried out by a man by the name of Patton. Eddie Slovic was an american born citizen and soldier in the american military, killed by the state, for resisting this "rallied behind" war. He was not alone in his refusal. In all, about 6,000 men were jailed for opposing World War II — from those whose requests for conscientious-objector status were denied to others who refused to register for the draft. General Lewis B. Hershey, then head of Selective Service, told a congressional committee that "the conscientious objector, by my theory, is best handled if no one hears of him." Hershey's theory has been pretty much followed in the years since the war.


And war was just as distasteful, and the anguish just as great, then as it is today. Often there were more casualties in one day in WWII than we have had in the entire Iraq war, but that did not matter. The people stuck with the President because it was their patriotic duty. Americans put aside their differences in WWII and worked together to win that w ar.
Well, being that the valiance and honor of combat on the field is now reduced to push button bombings, chemical warfare, economic strangulation and the suicide missions of search and destroy that are so prevalent in the streets of Baghdad today, War may have sunk to a lower level than in 1944. Also, note that the U.S. refused to enter that war until the economies of European nations were weakened and military of axis powers were spread out enough to make logistical reason for divide and conquer. It was not a war to end a holocaust. In fact, Henry Ford, the great american patriot and automobile producer, profited greatly from all sides of that war, producing Jeeps and tanks for the Nazis as well as for the Allied forces. Economic gains from deals with enemy forces is by all standards referred to as an act of treason.


Everyone from every strata of society, from young to old pitched in. Small children pulled little wagons around to gather scrap metal for the war effort. Grade school students saved their pennies to buy stamps for war bonds to help the effort.
There were harsh penalties in existence for people that refused to give up metal and money to the war effort. People were fired from jobs, evicted from homes, even jailed for "opulent use of resources". Rings of communist Russia, doesn't it?


Men who were too old or medically 4F lied about their age or condition trying their best to join the military. Women doubled their work to keep things going at home. Harsh rationing of everything from gasoline to soap, to butter was imposed, yet there was very little complaining.
Again, complaining is not the issue, self sacrifice is though, and none of that sacrifice came upon the backs of the media and bank moguls, the Rothchilds or the Rockefellers, both who report record growth in capital between the years 1934 and 1948.


You never heard prominent people on the radio belittling the President. Interestingly enough in those days there were no fat cat actors and entertainers who ran off to visit and fawn over dictators of hostile countries and complain to them about our President. Instead, they made upbeat films and entertained our troops to help the troops' morale. And a bunch even enlisted.
Charlie Chaplin would widely be considered a "fat cat actor" and he vehemently opposed war and the imperialism of the U.S. state, causing him to be blacklisted in Hollywood. Alas, anyone who puts stock in the political discourse of celebrities deserves what they get, and they pay for it dearly. Clear Channel, a derivation of Murdoch's ultra right Media monstrosity, controls 80% of media in the U.S. You hear what they let you hear in big media, period.


And imagine this: Teachers in schools actually started the day off with a Pledge of Allegiance, and with prayers for our country and our troops!
They also taught eugenics and kept black and white children separate, bu mandate of "God". Did they happen to say any Jewish prayers in those schools? Nope. But I guess some gods are more equal than others.


Back then, no newspaper would have dared point out certain weak spots in our cities where bombs could be set off to cause the maximum damage. No newspaper would have dared complain about what we were doing to catch spies. A newspaper would have been laughed out of existence if it had complained that German or Japanese soldiers were being 'tortured' by being forced to wear women's underwear, or subjected to interrogation by a woman, or being scared by a dog or did not have air conditioning.
Laughed out of existance? You mean tried for treason, and murdered, i.e. Eugene Debs, once presidential candidate and journalist, tried for treason for printing anti war articles, sentenced to death in prison. An american citizen.


There were a lot of things different back then. We were not subjected to a constant bombardment of pornography, perversion and promiscuity in movies or on radio. We did not have legions of crackheads, dope pushers and armed gangs roaming our streets.
We are speaking about the era just following prohibition, right? The golden age of gangsters, when even police officers and Government officials were "on the take" from illegal booze runners. That is the same time period we are talking about, isn't it? We also did not have legions of medical dope pushers filling our children with every experimental drug that can be thought of for every symptom that is inconvenient for parents to handle. We call them doctors and pharmacuetical companies now though.


No, President Bush did not make a mistake in his handling of terrorism. He made the mistake of believing that we still had the courage and fortitude of our fathers. He believed that this was still the country that our fathers fought so dearly to preserve.
Again, he has never seen war, so his sense of courage comes strictly from the John Wayne films he saw in the theater while american boys were dying in Vietnam.


It is not the same country. It is now a cross between Sodom and Gomorra and the land of Oz. We did unite for a short while after 9/11, but our attitude changed when we found out that defending our country would require some sacrifices.
Or was it perhaps when we found out that attacking Iraq was in no way defending our country?


We are in great danger. The terrorists are fanatic Muslims, that believe it is okay, even their duty to kill anyone who will not convert to Islam. It has been estimated that about one third or over three hundred million Muslims are sympathetic to the terrorists cause...Hitler and Tojo combined did not have nearly that many potential recruits.
Of course they are sympathetic to what you are calling terrorism, it is their only line of defense. Not saying this is right, but it is true that economic sanctions imposed upon the people of Iraq was solely responsible for the deaths of up to 5 million people. Even Hitler and Tojo had to exert great amounts of force to kill that many people, and we did it without a single bullet.


So...we either win it - or lose it - and you ain't gonna like losing.

America is not at war. The military is at war. America is at the mall.
I agree, and we are at war to keep that mall, and that walmart and that starbucks and that exxon in business for another 100 years.


As long as we keep buying our stars and stripes from WalMart that are made in China, we will be blinded by that flag. Until we hold our government accountable for every move they make, and not offer up our lives for their war games, we will have an all powerful system of control exerted upon our backs and the backs of our children. Worship of the state is the reason the old testament god down a hailstorm of fire, and rhetoric that demands submission to state is inherently ignorant of the god it proposes to glorify. All Power To The People!

You can fight for what you hate all you want to, but I will be fighting for what I love...LIFE, LIBERTY, and JUSTICE.

Use the comments to agree or disagree. Let's just build a discussion out of this shit, okay?

Monday, April 21, 2008

here we go pissin off the neighbors agin

Thursday, April 17, 2008

coming up next month

Friday, May 2nd, 2008 at Black Bear Bakery, St. Louis, MO

Saturday, May 3rd, 2008 at Picasso's Coffee House, St. Charles, MO

Sunday, May 4th, 2008, every sunday after, Tower Grove Park, St. Louis, MO


Email me at paintamen@gmail.com for information, or to form team for anarchist versus communist soccer.

Monday, March 31, 2008

Rabble Rouse Radio

Listen to the first episode of Rabble Rouse. a radio show i hosted tonight where in we talk with David Graeber, anarchist anthropologist and all around good guy to talk to.

Next week, Monday the 7th, tune in again to hear more LIVE conversation from an anarchist perspective. Rabble Rouse Radio!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

a haymarket affair


check out The Tillers here. Also there is chance that Chris Salveter of Judson Claiborne and Low Skies will be playing as well as Ian Fisher. I suggest you click on the links to their music and send them a message telling them to play the show! Democracy NOW!


april showers bring mayflowers and what do the may flowers bring? RESISTANCE! that's right may first, or mayday known around the world as labour day, celebrates a dark period in american oppression of class struggle, when workers, fed up with long days and low pay, set out to make a change that would change the way we work and live in the u.s. forever, well at least until reagan's eighties and a trickle down economy.

workers from all industries across the us unionized in the late 1800's and began a long legacy of worker resistance. fighting for those pesky liberal ideas, like safety, security, and fairness, the workers decided they wanted to stop going in before the sunrise and getting home after dark, and reap the benefits of their labor by spending time with their families, sounds crazy, i know, but hey, it sounded good at the time. they set their sights on an eight hour work day, and were preparing for a nation wide strike until their demands were met. i am not sure if a dolly parton song was in the prophetic visions of samuel gompers when bringing forth the idea of a 9 to 5, but fairness certainly was. the date was set for may 1st, 1886.

the general strike began with calls of "shut it down" ringing in the star spangled night. lumber workers, train yard workers, deli workers, stood in solidarity. unfortunately, the police were not on strike and on may 3, killed a group of striking workers outside a harvesting machine company building.

albert parsons, with a cry of an attack on one is an attack on all, led a charge to rally the workers of the world in haymarket square chicago the following day. what started then as a peaceful gathering of workers, turned to violence when a zealous group of police officers made an appearance. a bomb exploded at some point, by an unknown bomber, and the police opened fire, not only on the crowd, but on each other, killing seven of their own officers.

in the hysteria that followed, a group of eight men were arrested simply for being anarchists, and charged with the bombing and the deaths of men whom they never even knew. seven of the eight who remained in custody, after one fled the country, were sentenced to life in prison and three were to be hung by the state.

these men became martyrs of the workers cause and to this day, celebrations in their name are held the world over. mexican children celebrate their cause every year. never heard of this before, i am not surprised.
the powers that be have chosen to delete a large part of this history in the u.s. and for good reason. when the workers get a hero, they become aware of their strife. most families today have at least two jobs in the household, and with debt growing for every u.s. citizen, we are working upwards of 16 hours in a day just to make ends meet and pay the interest on our plastic lives. we have gone as far as to move labor day, which the world holds on may 1st, to september, in a staunch effort to remove the victory of the workers away from the tragedy of may 4th in chicago illinois when america hung it's working class heroes out to dry.

so this mayday, this anarchist encourages america to stay home from work, read a good book, bake some bread, and enjoy your family and friends, in the name of those brave men who fell, in the haymarket affair.

then join us on the third for a celebration of struggle in america. picasso's coffee house. st. charles, mo. click on the above image for the poster.

IWW members get a discount on every purchase from sticks&stones books!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

Food Folk Festival

a conversation with david rovics and michael franklin on the topic of anarchism

this conversation came about after david sent out a letter to american activists. an open letter, meant to encourage communication and debate. this is the letter, in it’s entirety:

If I Can’t Dance…

An Open Letter to the US Left on the Relevance of Culture

Last weekend I sang at an antiwar protest in downtown Portland, Oregon, on the fifth anniversary of the ongoing slaughter in Iraq. In both its good and bad aspects, the event downtown was not unusual. Hard-working, unpaid activists from various organizations and networks put in long hours organizing, doing publicity, and sitting through lots of contentious meetings in the weeks and months leading up to the event. On the day of the event, different groups set up tents to network with the public and talk about matters of life and death. There was a stage with talented musicians of various musical genres performing throughout the day, and a rally with speakers in the afternoon, followed by a march. Attendance was pathetically low. In large part I’m sure this was due to the general sense of discouragement most people in the US seem to feel about our ability to effect change under the Bush regime. It was raining especially hard by west coast standards, and that also didn’t help.


The crowd grew to it’s peak size during the rally and march, but was almost nonexistent before the 2 pm rally. There was only a trickle of people visiting the various tents prior to the rally, and the musicians on the stage were playing to a largely nonexistent audience. The musical program, scheduled to happen from 10 am to 6 pm, was being billed as the World War None Festival. The term “festival” was contentious, however, and Pdx Peace, the local peace coalition responsible for the rally, couldn’t come to consensus on using the term “festival.” In their publicity they referred to the festival as an “action camp.” The vast majority of people have no idea what an “action camp” is, including me, and I’ve been actively involved in the progressive movement for my entire adult life. The local media, of course, also had no idea what an “action camp” was, and any publicity that could have been hoped for from them did not happen. Word did not spread about the event to any significant degree, at least in part because people didn’t know what they were supposed to be spreading the word about. Everybody from all political, social, class and ethnic backgrounds knows what a festival is, but certain elements within Pdx Peace didn’t want to use the term to describe what was quite obviously meant to be a festival (as well as a rally and march). Anybody above the age of three can tell you that when you have live music on a stage outdoors all day, that’s called a festival. But not Pdx Peace.


Why? I wasn’t at the meetings -- thankfully, I’m just a professional performer, not an organizer of anything other than my own concert tours, so I only know second-hand about what was said. There’s no need to name the names of individuals or the smaller groups involved with the coalition in this case -- the patterns are so common and so well-established that the names just don’t matter. Some people within the peace coalition were of the opinion that the war in Iraq was too serious a matter to have a festival connected to it. Because, I imagine, of some combination of factors including the nature of consensus decision-making, sectarianism on the part of a few, and muddled thinking on the part of some others, those who thought that a festival should happen -- and should be called a festival -- were overruled. My hat goes off to the World War None Festival organizers (a largely separate entity from Pdx Peace), and to those within Pdx Peace who tried and failed to call the festival what it was, and to organize a well-attended event.


As to those who succeeded in sabotaging the event, I ask, why is so much of the left in the US so attached to being so dreadfully boring? Why do so many people on the left apparently have no appreciation for the power and importance of culture? And when organizers, progressive media and others on the left do acknowledge culture, why is it usually kept on the sidelines? What are we trying to accomplish here?

It wasn’t always this way. Going back a hundred years, before we had a significant middle class in this country, before we had a Social Security system, Worker’s Compensation, Medicare, or anything approximating the actual (not just on paper) right to free speech, when most of the working class majority in this country were living in utter destitution and generally working (when they could find work) in extremely dangerous conditions for extremely long hours, often in jobs that required them to be itinerant, required them to forego the pleasure of having families that they might have a chance to see now and then, out of these conditions the Industrial Workers of the World was born.


The IWW at that time was a huge, militant union that could bring industrial production in the US to a halt, and on various regional levels, quite regularly did. It was a multi-ethnic union led by women and men of a wide variety of backgrounds, from all over the world. It’s most well-known member to this day was a singer-songwriter named Joe Hill, and he was only one of many of the musician-organizers that constituted both the leadership and membership of the IWW. While starving, striking, or being attacked by police on the streets of Seattle, Boston and everywhere in between, the IWW sang. Their publications were filled with poems, lyrics and cartoons. Everybody knew the songs and sung them daily. Some of the songs were instructive, meant to educate workers in effective organizing techniques. Others were battle cries of resistance, and still others celebrated victories or lamented defeats. Their cause was nothing short of the physical survival and spiritual dignity of the working class. They put their bodies on the line and were often killed and maimed for it, but they transformed this society profoundly, and they sang the whole way through. Was their cause serious? As serious as serious can get. And to this day, multitudes around the world remember the songs of Joe Hill, Ralph Chaplin, and T-Bone Slim, long after their speeches and pamphlets have been forgotten. Like many other singer-songwriters throughout the history of the class war, Joe Hill was executed by a firing squad in 1916. Why? Exactly because he was so serious -- a serious threat to the robber barons who ruled this country.


A very different, much more rigidly ideological organization that rose to prominence during the declining years of the IWW was the Communist Party. This is an organization whose early years are within the living memory of close friends of mine, such as my dear friend Bob Steck, who died last year at the age of 95, and spent most of his life fighting for humanity. I spent hundreds of hours over the course of many years interrogating Bob about his life and times (at least ten hours of which are recorded for posterity on cassettes somewhere). The Communist Party was very different from the IWW in many ways, but in it’s heyday it was also a huge, grassroots movement, whose leadership and membership took many cards from the IWW’s deck, including their emphasis on the vital importance of culture.

When Bob talked about the CP’s orientation with regards to organizing the revolution in the USA, he said there were three primary components: the unions, the streets, and the theater. Fighting for the welfare of the working class by organizing for the eight-hour day and decent wages (largely through the communist-led Congress of Industrial Organizations, the CIO), organizing the starving millions in the streets into the unions of the unemployed, and -- just as importantly -- fighting for the hearts and minds of the people through music, theater, and art. Among the musical vanguard of the communist movement of the 1930’s were people who are still household names today for millions of people in the US and around the world -- Pete Seeger, Woody Guthrie, Paul Robeson, to name a few. Traveling theater companies brought the work of Clifford Odetts and Bertoldt Brecht to the people, educating and inspiring militant action throughout the US. I remember Bob describing the audience reaction to one of the early performances of Waiting for Lefty in New York City, the gasps of excitement and possibility in the packed theater when the actors on stage shouted those last lines of the play -- “Strike! Strike! Strike!” Ten curtain calls later, everyone in the theater was ready to take to the streets, and did.


Bob and his comrades organized and sang in New York, just as they sang going into battle in Spain in the first fight against fascism, the one in which the US was on the side of the fascists. Nothing unusual about that -- soldiers on every side in every war sing as they go into battle, whether the cause is just or unjust. They and their leadership, whether fascist or democrat, socialist or anarchist, know that the songs are just as powerful as the guns (regardless of what Tom Lehrer said). You can’t fire if you’re running away, and if you want to stand and fight you have to sing. Talk to anybody involved with the Civil Rights movement and they’ll tell you, if we weren’t singing, we surely would have lost heart and ran in the face of those hate-filled, racist police and their dogs, guns, and water cannon. Talk to anyone who lived through the 60’s -- who remembers any but the most eloquent of the speeches by the likes of Martin Luther King, Malcolm X, or Mario Savio? But millions remember the songs. Bob Dylan, Buffy Sainte-Marie, James Brown, Aretha Franklin were the soundtrack to the struggle. Open any magazine or newspaper in this country to this day and you will find somewhere in the pages an unaccredited reference to a line in a Bob Dylan song. (Try it, it’s fun.)

Around the world it’s the same. Dedicated leftists may sit through the speeches of Fidel Castro or Hugo Chavez, but transcendent poetry of Pablo Neruda and the enchanting melodies of Silvio Rodriguez cross all political and class lines. You will have to try hard to find a Spanish-speaking person anywhere in the Americas who does not love the work of that Cuban communist, Silvio. You'll have to search hard to find a Latino who does not have a warm place in their heart for that murdered Chilean singer-songwriter, Victor Jara.


Talk to any Arab of any background, no matter how despondent they may be about the state of the Arab world, try to find one whose eyes do not light up when you merely mention the names Mahmoud Darwish, Marcel Khalife, Feyrouz, Um Khultum. Try to find anyone in Ireland but the most die-hard Loyalist who doesn’t tear up when listening to the music of Christy Moore, whatever they think of the IRA. And ask progressives on the streets of the US today how they came to hold their political views that led them to take the actions they are now taking, and as often as not you will hear answers like, “I discovered punk rock, the Clash changed my life,” or “I went to a concert of Public Enemy, and that was it.


Music -- and art, poetry, theater -- is powerful (if it’s good). The powers that be know this well. Joe Hill and Victor Jara are only a small fraction of the musicians killed by the ruling classes for doing what they do. By the same token, those who run this country (and so many other countries) know the power of music and art to serve their purposes -- virtually every product on the shelf in every store in the US has a jingle to go along with it, and often brilliant artistic imagery to go along with the jingle, shouting at us from every billboard and TV commercial. (The ranks of Madison Avenue are filled with brilliant minds who would rather be doing something more fulfilling with their creative energy.)

Enter 2008. Knowing the essential power of music, the very industry that sells us music mass-produced in Nashville and LA has done their best to kill music. For decades, the few multi-billion-dollar corporations that control the music business and the commercial airwaves have done their best to teach us all that music is something to have in the background to comfort you as you try to get through another mind-numbing day of meaningless labor in some office building or department store. It’s something to help you seduce someone perhaps, or to help you get over a breakup. It is not something to inspire thought, action, or feelings of compassion for humanity (other than for your girlfriend or boyfriend).


There are always exceptions to prove the rule, but by and large, the writers and performers in Nashville and LA know what they’re being paid to do, and what they’re being paid not to do -- if it ever occurred to them to do anything else in the first place. But even more potently, all those millions of musicians aspiring to become stars, or at least to make a living at their craft, know either consciously or implicitly that any hope of success rides on imitating the garbage that comes out of these music factories. Of course, there are the many others who write and sing songs (and create art, plays, screenplays, etc.) out of a need to express themselves or even out of a desire to make a difference in the world, but they are systematically kept off of the airwaves, out of the record deals, relegated largely to the internet, very lucky if they might manage to make a living at their craft. Fundamentally, though, they are made to feel marginal, and are looked at by much of society as marginal, novelties, exotic. Although they are actually the mainstream of the (non-classical) musical tradition in the US and around the world, although the kind of music they create has been and is still loved by billions around the world for centuries, in the current climate, especially in present-day US society, they are a marginal few.


And no matter how enlightened we would like to think we are, the progressive movement is part of this society, for good and for ill. Most of us have swallowed this shallow understanding of what music is. The evidence is overwhelming. There are, of course, exceptions. Folks like the organizers of the annual protests outside the gates of Fort Benning, Georgia -- School of the Americas Watch -- are well aware of the potency of culture, and use music and art to great effect, inspiring and educating tens of thousands of participants every November.


On the other end of the spectrum are the ideologically-driven people who have turned hatred of culture into a sort of art. I have to smile when I think of the small minority of Islamist wackos who tried to storm the stage at one rally I sang at in DC in 2002, shouting, “No music! No music!” Security for the stage was being provided by the Nation of Islam, who faced off with this group of Islamists, who ultimately decided that throwing down with the Jewels of Islam behind the stage that day wasn’t in their best interests, apparently.


But much more prevalent, and therefore much scarier, are groups like the ANSWER “Coalition.” (I put “coalition” in quotes because I have yet to meet a member of a group that theoretically makes up the “coalition” that has had any say in what goes on at their rallies, although the leadership of ANSWER is of course happy to receive the bus-loads of people that their “coalition” members bring to their rallies, which seems to be the only thing that makes ANSWER a “coalition.”) ANSWER, last I heard, is run by the ultra-left sectarian group known as the Worker’s World Party, which I strongly suspect is working for the FBI. (Although as Ward Churchill says, you don’t need to be a cop to do a cop’s job.)

Millions of people in the US who regularly go to antiwar protests are unaware of who is organizing them. They just want to go to an antiwar protest. ANSWER has become almost synonymous with “antiwar protest,” to the extent that many people on the periphery of the left (such as most people who go to their protests) refer to antiwar protests as “ANSWER protests,” as in “I went to an ANSWER protest,” whether or not the protest was actually organized by ANSWER. (Just as many people say “I was listening to NPR” when they were actually listening to a community radio station that has nothing to do with NPR, broadcasting programs such as Democracy Now!, which the vast majority of NPR stations still will not touch with a ten foot pole.)
I always find it unnerving and intriguing that ANSWER protests always seem to be mentioned on NPR and broadcast on CSPAN, whereas rallies organized by the bigger and actual coalition, United for Peace and Justice (UFPJ), almost never manage to make it onto CSPAN or get covered by the corporate media. ANSWER always seems to get the permits, whereas UFPJ seems to be systematically denied them. Anyway, I digress (a little). I tend to avoid anything having to do with ANSWER or the little-known, shadowy Worker’s World Party, but a few years ago I was driving across Tennessee listening to CSPAN on my satellite radio, and they broadcast the full four hours of an ANSWER protest in DC. I sat through it because I wanted to hear it from beginning to end, for research purposes, and Tennessee is a long state to drive through from west to east, had to do something during that drive. There was one song in the four-hour rally. Although I’ve been an active member of the left for twenty years, I recognized almost none of the names of the people who spoke at the rally. Every speech was full of boring, tired rhetoric, as if they were out of a screenplay written by a rightwing screenwriter who was trying to make a mockery out of leftwing political rallies. Judging from the names of the organizations involved, very few of which I recognized either, they were mostly tiny little Worker’s World Party front groups. And since the Worker’s World Party apparently doesn’t have any musicians in their pocket, there was no music to speak of. (Or, quite probably I suspect, they don't want music at their rallies because they don't want their rallies to be interesting.)

ANSWER is an extreme example, but a big one that most progressives are unfortunately familiar with, whether they know who ANSWER (or Worker’s World) is or not. Inevitably, most people leave ANSWER protests feeling vaguely used and demoralized -- aside from those who manage to stay far enough away from the towers of speakers so they can avoid hearing all the mindless rhetoric pouring out of them. Contrast the mood with the protests at the gates of Fort Benning, where most people leave feeling hopeful and inspired.


I know I have no more hope of influencing the leadership of Worker’s World with this essay than I have of influencing the behavior of the New York City police department with it. But neither of these organizations are my target audience. Those who I hope to reach are those who are genuinely trying to create rallies and other events in the hopes of influencing and inspiring public opinion, in the hopes of inspiring people to action, in the hopes of winning allies among the apolitical or even among conservatives. The people I hope to reach are those who have been unwittingly influenced by the corporate music industry’s implicit definition of what music and culture is and is not.


And, here we go, I would count among this group most of the hard-working, loving and compassionate people who are organizing rallies, who are organizing actions, who are organizing unions, and who are creating progressive media on the radio, on community television and on the internet in the US today.


I’d like to pause for a moment to make a disclosure. I am a professional politically-oriented musician, what the corporate media (and many progressives) would call a “protest singer,” though I reject the term. I’m not sure what, if anything, I have to gain personally by publishing these thoughts, but I think it behooves me to point out that I am one of the lucky ones who has performed at rallies and in progressive and mainstream media for hundreds of thousands of people on a fairly regular basis throughout the world, and I would like to hope that my words here will not be understood as Rovics whining that he’s not famous enough. I speak here for culture generally, not for myself as an individual singer-songwriter.


My desire is to reach groups like Pdx Peace and their sister organizations throughout the country. These are genuinely democratic groups, real coalitions made up of real people, not sectarian, unaccountable groups like ANSWER. These are groups, in short, made up of my friends and comrades, but these are groups also made up of people who grew up in this society and therefore generally have a lot to learn about the power of culture to educate and inspire people. It is not good enough to have music on the stage as people are gathering to rally and as they are leaving to march. It’s not good enough to have a song or two sandwiched in between another half hour of speeches -- no matter how many organizations want to have speakers representing them on stage, or whatever other very legitimate excuses organizers have for making their events, once again, long and boring (even if they’re not as long or as boring as an ANSWER rally). It is not good enough for wonderful, influential radio/TV shows like Democracy Now! to have snippets of songs in between their interviews, when only two or three of those interviews each year are related to culture. It is a sorry state of affairs that NPR news shows do a better job of covering pop culture than Pacifica shows do in terms of covering leftwing culture.


The vast majority of the contemporary, very talented, dedicated musicians represented by, say, the "links" page on www. davidrovics. com, have rarely or never been invited to sing at a local or national protest rally (even if some few of us have, many times). The vast majority of progressive conferences do not even include a concert, or if they do, it's background music during dinner on Saturday night. I can count on one hand the number of times I have heard Democracy Now! or Free Speech Radio News mention that a great leftwing artist is doing a tour of the US. The number of fantastic musicians out there who have even been played during the station breaks on Democracy Now! is a tiny fraction of those that are out there -- of the dozens of musicians featured on my "links" page for example, only a small handful have even been played once. It is shameful that it's easier to get a national, mainstream radio show in the UK or Canada to plug a tour of such a musician than it is to get any national Pacifica program to do this.


Radical culture needs to be fostered and promoted, front and center, not sidelined as people are gathering, or when the radio stations are doing station ID's. Because if the point is to inspire people to action, a song is worth a hundred speeches. If the point is to educate people, a three-minute ballad is easily equal to any book. (They'll read the book after they hear the song, not the other way around.)

It is often said that we are in a battle for the hearts and minds of the people of this country. It is us versus CNN, NPR, Bush, Clinton, etc. In this battle, style matters, not just content. In this battle, it is absolutely imperative that we remember that it is not only the minds we need to win, but the hearts. At least in terms of the various forms of human communication, there is nothing on Earth more effective in winning hearts than music and art. We ignore or sideline music and art at our peril. It's time to listen to the music.

end


Now, David and I agree on a lot of points, but I think I am compelled to take it further and push our limitations for what freedom looks like. Here is my response:

Well said David. Once more than this, we have, in the left, a tendency
to not only ignore the beauty of our artists, we actually police them.

Maybe this is not without cause, but it seems to go to lengths that
are ridiculous. Case in point, I am a poet. I write poems, publish
books, perform poetry, both paid and unpaid readings, and I have
gotten to the point where I actually question whether or not to
perform at anarchist/activist related gatherings based upon my
experience of not be challenged, rather written off by groups of
"activists" for having content that they have a hard time swallowing.

As a poet, it is out of my hands for a large part, what comes to me in
the form of poetic thoughts. I am a thief. I steal snippets of
conversations that I have or that I over hear, and regurgitate them
into poetry. At times is to make a statement, and at times just for
the simple rhythm of the words. I will use what comes through me, not
matter if it is p.c. or not. Too many times I have read my poems,
which mean a great deal to myself and dare I say, many others, a
vocal minority will hear trigger words and speak out, rather loudly
and ignorantly against me and the poems, without questioning me as to
the content. This week, I read at a gathering for an anarchist run
community project, and brought along a great young poet that i just
published. He is a long time graffiti artist and writes of his
experiences. In one poem, that is a rather beautiful poem, he uses the
word "nigga" and being white, he was shut out, and the "anarchists"
refuse to talk about why they walked out of the room, and could not
even tell you the direction of the poem.

This has happened to me many times, and I, fortunately, and strong
voiced enough to stand against them and break through to form a
discourse. Sean is not so strong, and being relatively new to reading
his poems to audiences, felt as if maybe he should no longer read
poetry aloud. This is ridiculous. All of the rhetoric of "rape
culture" "patriarchy" and "non-violent language" has really made a
horrible dent on our own relationships with one another. Now, if I
were new to this world of activism and I were to hear the way these
people talk about each other, I may not come back. I am not new, and
have strong conviction to stay the course as it were, but I must also
say this needs to be addressed. Art needs to mirror the world, and
when the world is fucked, a lot of will show this. I guess I just
assumed we gathered here to challenge ideas of stifling voices, but I
am constantly being shown the opposite.

The problem is not that people take offense, it is that we are not
able to communicate this and learn from the response. We need to have
a little faith in our artists that they will not steer us wrong or
abuse our trust. As it is now, we are playing cop. You address some of
this in your music, i.e. "Im a better anarchist than you" and that is
why I enjoy your grand sense of humor and willingness to laugh at
yourself and us. What I don't see happening though, is voices that
clash coming together. I hear musicians at protests and other
gatherings that all have the same perspective. We need to start
bringing in voices that don't always share our sentiments. Not at a
protest, being that we are gathered there to fight against one
particular thing and the music should reflect that, but in our
communities.


end


david: just got your email! i agree generally, tho i think it's quite possible that white artists can just avoid using the word "nigger" or "nigga" and still be effective. that's my policy, and i think it'd be fine for it to be everybody else's policy too, and i don't think this would need to cause our art to suffer. otherwise i generally agree, p.c. culture is for the birds.

me: it is in quotes in the poem, but i do believe that when talking about the word nigger in context to our childhood indoctrination, being from a white midwest community and having black family, is perfectly in bounds "i am a white nigger, iggy pop wasn't the last of us" from my poem
poetry knows no correctness or sensitivity

david: i can't say i agree, obviously. it's all relative. this kind of absolutist thinking you're expressing is just too extreme for me.

me: i can see that, and i may change my tone when certain cases arise

david: p.c. extremism is one thing, but to say that being completely insensitive to the feelings of an audience is the way to go is the other extreme, which is just as wrong as p.c. shit.

me: but i also have faith in myself that i am doing what i need to do when writing what i write i just feel that in the realm of art we need to get down and dirty and also give forgiveness to ourselves let it be a healing it all depends on your goals i believe. and your intent i could be wrong, and give myself that ability

david: writing is one thing, performing what you write is another. what the audience thinks is relevant. you are performing for the audience, not for yourself, if you're trying to be an effective artist, in my humble opinion. narcisissm is so boring.

me: forgiveness is far better than permission

david: if people laugh, it's funny. if they don't laugh, it's not funny. if people cry, it's sad. if they don't cry, it's not sad. simple as that.

me: and what heals one and offends another is a strange place

david: i don't know about forgiveness or permission or any of this therapeutic stuff. i know about effective art. i don't know. i'd say if it's good, it's gonna have a similar impact on a wide variety of people.

me: i just think we need to give each other the benefit of conversation about it, not just write each other off and rail on each other. my poems dealing with the word nigger are widely more praised by black audiences and offend white audiences. i also despise saying "the n word" it makes an uncomfortable word somehow comfortable, that word should be uncomfortable

david: ok, i see your point. if a black audience likes your poetry that includes the word nigger, then it is good, by definition. in that case i'd say it doesn't matter what the white audience thinks. as long as you're sure the black audience actually likes it.

me: most all do and have asled me back multiple times

david: if i write a piece about palestinian refugees and palestinian refugees like it, then i think it's good. i don't care what zionists think of it! or what other people think of it generally. tho most tend to like such pieces... (other than zionists.)

me: i have been confronted with this..."when i heard you say nigger, i got real uncomfortable, then i actually listened to the words around that word and it all made sense. thank you" by a black man, of course not all black people like it, and not all whites don't, but i am not performing for my detractors

david: it's complicated. i don't know what i think, but generally i'm for white people expressing views without using that word. it may sometimes be a challenge, but it's worthwhile, in my humble opinion. if i'm addressing race in a piece and it makes any black people in my audience uncomfortable, in my view i need to do better. i'm not setting out to make black people uncomfortable when doing pieces on race. they have enough of that without me adding to it.

me: i agree, poets should have the ability to allude to things without using them, but i also think that we should not censor ourselves if we feel that is the most effective route for that poem, we also can apologize for the discomfort and explain the reasoning to hopefully attach significance, if given the opportunity of discourse which is one of the ideas behind performing the types of work we perform, to start a dialogue, most radical ideas are offensive, of not they would not be radical. now that is not to say i set out to offend, but if it does then it raises awareness of our limitations. lenny bruce is a great example as is richard pryor or dick gregory. i think it comes down to how we actually view one another, as potential enemies or comrades as activists i mean and artists

david: i don't know if i agree. it's complicated. i don't think radical ideas need to be offensive, in fact, they're generally quite inoffensive. and they're also not radical, except by corporate/mainstream definitions.

me: that is what i am directing the idea of offensive at if we are to challenge convention, it is offensive to what we have been taught, in most cases

david: ok, but most people are not the corporate media.

me: no but all are products of it to some degree

david: but it's fundamentally not offensive. to say that columbus was a racist conqueror is obvious, not offensive to most thoughtful people. to some, yes, but not to most, i'd say.

me: i know i am constantly having to challenge ideas that were taught to me since childhood, and i am nearly 30

david: to say we're fighting a war for oil in iraq is obvious, and not offensive to most, tho of course it's offensive to fox, bush, npr, etc.

me: if we were not products of inherently destructive thought, we would not be the left, we would be the norm most of my readings do not take place within the activist community a lot of people out there, white especially, think that racism is non existent

david: shouldn't matter. most people are sympathetic to leftwing views, i find.

me: i debate with them weekly on my radio show. some black people, surprising to me, also believe this

david: i think lots of white working class people have problems with talking about race without simultaneously talking about class. if you have the discussion that way, it works much better, i find.

me: so when the word nigger is used and it stirs a deeply covered emotion, then it uproots the ideas that are buried beneath the surface, and must then be dealt with. i agree and i do. racism is a product of class war and vice versa. oppression is full circle. i think this dialogue is great example of us figuring things out within the activist community. now if you and i were to stop short and simply blog about each other, me saying you are a word fascist and you saying i am a racist, we would get nowhere and that is the drink of the left squad, you know what i mean

david: yes, the circular firing squad.

me: your open letter is a great example of bringing the conversation to the frontline opening it up for people to discuss in the end, no matter how much you and i may disagree about these little things, we will hug and hold hands on the line of the firing squad together though i hope disagreements do make enemies, they should make families i meant to say do not make enemies but it still works

david: yes

me: i understand that a lot of us on the left feel traumatized by the culture we have rebelled against, but i think at times we are over sensitive and not trusting of one another we need to know that come what may, we are there for each other

david: i think most self-described "anarchists" are mentally ill, basically. c'est la vie.

me: i think it is inherent to the movement. if we were in our right minds, we might not love as much, or as deeply. "the ones for me are the mad ones" kerouac, a true conservative got it right. bastard wrote like an angel though

david: i don't think most people in what might loosely be described as the movement are mentally ill. i think the small minority of the movement that describes themselves as anarchists are. i think most of them were runaway teenagers from very broken homes.

me: i am proud to be an anarchist, and live as such, but do not try to convert anyone to my way of life anarchy is not for everyone right away, but i feel good about it

david: you talk about feelings a lot.
me: i like feelings non feelings suck

david: i like them too.

me: i am a big sissy at heart i cry at the movies and at the headlines

david: my european activist friends stereotype american activists (often correctly) by saying they're always talking about their feelings, rather than how best to accomplish a goal. i tend to agree. tho i cry at movies and am a very emotional person, too. no contradiction there... but i don't think whether being an anarchist makes you feel good or not really matters, in terms of whether anarchism is an effective way forward for saving life on earth. these are different issues, tho perhaps somehow related, certainly on a poetic level...

me: well, the thing about anarchism is, there really are no set standards, for instance, i believe in god, big no no for most anarchists, but i simply believe that anarchy is a way of saying i will not be the master today, or the slave, and try to live as such. using creativity to reach my goals. i also believe in hard work and organization, and standing in solidarity with those you may not agree with, if your end goal is the same, the end of oppression. i do what feels good, because it feels good, and i am not ashamed to feel good i don't operate off of guilt though. i am not sensitive to words people may use against me but i do have the privilege of being secure in my thoughts and hopes. are you going to be around here for a bit? online i mean

david: i'll be online for a bit longer. sounds like you have your own definition of anarchism, which lots of anarchists do. in fact, it's also a political philosophy with various strains, just like socialism or communism. most people who call themselves anarchists (and i'm not going to tell them they are or aren't anarchists) actually sound more to me like rugged individualists with a leftwing bent. this is very different from, say, spanish anarchism of the 1930's or american anarchism of the 1910's. which is the last time the world saw a serious anarchist movement anywhere, with the possible exception of italy in the 1970's and germany in the 1980's.

me: i do not have faith in my self as an individual, i believe that i am hard pressed if not for the love of my community

david: and neither of these forms of anarchism were individualist in nature, like most modern american anarchists.

me: what i mean to say by that is, i can not do this alone

david: individuals exist within communities, naturally.

me: alone i am probably a selfish person but if given the chance to share, i am overjoyed i need to go be with angela for a bit, maybe we can pick this up later if time permits? and i agree that that is part of the lack of movement in american anarchism, the individualism, and unwillingness to work together in some compromise

david: or unwillingness to actually read anarchist thought, history, etc. as well, but to use the term "anarchist" in pretty much random ways. have a good time with angela! talk soon!

me: be back in a bit, i think sex is my future, if the kids stay asleep yes, it is overused for sure and understudied

david: well good sex to you!

31 minutes


me: is it embarassing that i am back already

david: as long as it's not always like that! ;-)

me: well she is asleep already hopefully not from boredom so, where were we, europeans, anarchism, mental health, misuse

david: you're entertaining good thing for a poet...

me: okay, here is a thought. comparing modern anarchism to that of the past is not always efficient as anarchism must change with it's surroundings. it only makes sense that a lot of american anarchists are rugged individuals, because they have seen the outcrop of the herd nature and are disenchanted with it. that is unfortunate. but the lovely thing about anarchism is that it allows for fault. if it does not then it fails. in previous anarchist movements, of which i have gleaned a great deal, there seemed to be a greater purpose that was not only tangible but urgent. unlike today where the average american mouthpiece for anarchism tends to be white kids from privileged homes who are rebelling for the fuck of it and not always for the need of it. anarchism is a great buzz word that translates into nihilism in the eyes of most americans, some of whom say they are anarchists, so they must be, right? well, maybe, but mlk said he was a christian and so did hitler, who was wrong? it is not often i can use mlk and hitler in a metaphor at the same time :)

david: anarchism is useful to the extent that it allows us to succeed in stopping the world-killing capitalist machine. whether it makes us feel good or allows us to make mistakes is almost completely irrelevant in my opinion. if you want to feel good, have sex, smoke pot, hang out with your kids. that's not what political philosophy is for. political philosophy is for winning or losing the class war. that simple.

me: on a large scale yes, when speaking of a movement, but on a personal level, we are the movement, one by one, and therefore our feeling good is essential. why win a war to feel like shit or worse yet, nothing at all? not a good way to perpetuate the need for a movement

david: because life on earth matters. why kill people when it's just going to fuck you up emotionally for the rest of your life? because it may be necessary. ask any guerrilla.

me: also in the hope that those who come after you won't have to, surely
david: yes

me: which, if you succeed, feels good

david: true

me: and on a daily basis, we are not killing the enemy, we are just living to our best in hopes that we may not have to kill today that is my anarchy. i refuse to feel guilty for enjoying my life while others are suffering, i enjoy it in spite of this fighting like hell is my dayjob haha

david: "your anarchy"? you're not making sense to me in terms of anarchist philosophy, but i understand how you feel.

me: i make it personal, or else i lose touch with it

david: you are such an american! ;-)

me: fucking a right i am

david: me too! but you're more extreme...
me: like mountain dew?

david: ha

me: i think this chat would make a great blog entry you up for it? a good conversation

david: feel free!

me: i of course would not edit it, and leave in my horrible typos for posterity...

end

in the spirit of full disclosure, i did fix my typos.

now i open this discourse to you.

be well,
michael franklin
and
david rovics

Sunday, March 16, 2008

The shortest walk.

Today, we marched. It is the day before my birthday, 29 if you are curious, and the day that marks the 5 year mark of the occupation. See earlier post for more on that.

This was the first time the Franklins, as a family unit, were involved with a protest and it draws many feelings of joy and hope from deep within me. Before Angela and I were together, we were both very active in actions of dissent.


This is Angela at the WTO protest in Seattle.

here I am on your left at the 2003 SF war protest with brokenPOETspoken.

Since we have gotten together though, our activism slowed down. Sure we wrote poems and read them to each other and a few friends (Beat Revivalists be heard and counted!) but beyond that, we settled into being parents first, artists second, and made no room for active resistance. Coupling the slowing down of our own activism was a sense of entrapment in our lives.

Our communication broke down to basic necessity and we could feel ourselves drifting apart slowly and had no clue as to where the crack began. Then, as if awoken from a comfortable sleep, we were thrust back into action. It all just started turning again, these wheels of resistance, and with them, our relationship began to regrow. We were missing a vital part of who we are.

I have seen this happen in hundreds of relationships, specifically so with otherwise creative people. There is a comfort of sorts that settles into people when they are in a secure relationship, and of that comfort, apathy is born. We have all had those good friends who rock the fucking dance floor and talk all night over coffee, contemplating jazz and ginsberg, who once shacked up, disappear. We blame the lover, blame the friend, blame ourselves for their absence, and make claims that it will never be us. Well, it will, if you don't hold onto yourself in the building of your family. Since Angela and I have re-activated our spirit, our relationship is sailing along smoother than ever. Still a few fucked up mornings when one of us ants nothing to do with the other's shit, but it passes over coffee and a smoke and we move on, with purpose.

I began working at Black Bear Bakery, a worker-owned anarchist bakery, where I dedicate a bulk of my time. Angela is having to take on school and full time with the kids alone while I am at work from early morning and not returning until the kids are ready for bed. This means we all work for the black bear collective, not just myself.

I started the Crowded Fire, in St. Charles and Angela helped with flyering and gave her unmatched support in all that I wanted to do. We have both been featured on Marty Owings' Radio Free Nation, and I continue to be a regular once a week on a show Marty and I developed, which Angela is a large help in keeping the kiddos busy while dad yells at republicans for two hours every saturday (at least the ones I remember to call in for, sorry Marty). Along with that I am compiling interviews every chance I get, so far with Norman Finkelstein, Watermelon Slim and the Workers, The Mischievous Gnome Collective, and coming up on Noam Chomsky and Arun Gandhi. We are also working side by side on sticks&stones books, our anarchist bookstore. We are trying to do a lot, not just for our own spirits, but for the sake of our children. We need them to be raised in an environment that is conducive to freedom and arm them with some of the tools they will need to fight their own wars against wars.

Soon David Rovics will be blessing Saint Charles with his music, and we will have a night to dance and sing and celebrate together.

Today we marched.



Angela is not in any of the pictures because she is behind the camera. Here is a video someone shot of the day. Notice Whitman at around 2:28. He was a real hit, no pun intended, when he banged the circle A drum.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

My Leftist Hand


This is on my left hand. It is the logo of sticks&stones. If you are curious, it is a Palestinian boy launching a rock with a wrist-rocket at an oncoming Israeli tank. Yep, I smash the state, one tattoo at a time!

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Still A Fucking War!




Well, we are approaching the 5 year birthday of certain death for millions of people. Of course I mean the war of occupation on Iraq. At this point, we have been in Iraq longer than WWI, WWII, and the Vietnam War combined. Let us not forget that we were there during Bush I in the Gulf War, a war which has had a surmounting level of casualties still today, considering the amount of chemical warfare used by and against our own troops by the U.S. Government. It is not known the level of devistation caused by that war, and following that, the hardship was continued by U.S. backed economic sanctions since 1990 whose limitations were strengthened by the left's favorite dope smoking president, Bill Clinton. Here is a little article I found that describes in a very short manner, the economic war on the civilians of Iraq.

Sanctions Against Iraq

The UN Security Council imposed comprehensive economic sanctions against Iraq on August 6, 1990, just after the Iraqi invasion of Kuwait. When the coalition war had ousted Iraq from Kuwait the following year, the Council did not lift the sanctions, keeping them in place as leverage to press for Iraqi disarmament and other goals. The sanctions remained in place thereafter, despite a harsh impact on innocent Iraqi civilians and an evident lack of pressure on Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein. A UN "Oil-for-Food Programme," started in late 1997, offered some relief to Iraqis, but the humanitarian crisis continued. The US and UK governments always made it clear that they would block any lifting or serious reforming of sanctions as long as Hussein remained in power. After more than twelve years of sanctions had passed, the US and the UK made war on Iraq again in March, 2003, sweeping away Hussein's government. Soon after, Washington called for and obtained the lifting of sanctions, a step that gave the US occupation authority full control over Iraq's oil sales and oil industry.



Now keep mind that, much like the U.S., Iraq's tyrant, Sadam, was extremely wealthy, there-by going largely unaffected by economic strangulation of the country by the Oil loving world. The ones to suffer from these sanctions, of course, was the middle and lower class citizens of Iraq. It is estimated that 1 million Iraqi's died due directly to sanctions, the largest part of them being children. This is a slow genocide on the people of Iraq, being acted out on future generations. The number of children poisoned by chemical food and water is unknown, not because it is not happening, but because the numbers are so high, no one specific group has been able to calculate the numbers across the board, and rapidly they are moving from the injured list to the dead list.

I want you to take notice of what happened after the fall of the Iraqi government in this most recent war. All sanctions were lifted and the U.S. is now in control over the rights of the economic trade in Iraq. This is nearly the definition of Imperialism, to overthrow one's existing government by outside military force, installing one's own control structure, and seizing the assets and resources of a land for personal profit, this is an empire at work.

The reason for this short post on a much larger subject to raise awareness that on March 16th, there will be many peace marches all over the world to voice our disgust with this oil war. The last war protest in the US of any substantial support, was on the eve of the invasion in 2003. It seems now, five years later, that people have forgotten what is means to be in a democracy. We place bumper stickers on our car and profess our love of certain candidates, but have stopped voicing our defiance against the largest moneymaker in US history...murder.

This March, join together with neighbors and friends, loved ones and political enemies to stand side by side in defiance of the war machine. The war in Vietnam played out the opposite of this war, in that it started with a large amount of support of the citizens of the US, and ended due in part to those citizens turning the coin to see how un-shiney war really is, and taking to the streets against it. This war had a large population of detractors in the days leading up to it, followed by an eerie silence in the years since. This election year, let's remind them who is working for who and take it out of the voting polls and coffee shops to the streets in glorious dissent. Contact me for information on marches in your area, or google peace movement and get involved, if there is not currently a march in your area, plan one. This war must end somehow, and who better than us to stop it, and what better time than today?



Tuesday, March 4, 2008

The great debate.

Okay, so this may not be the great debate, as I really don't feel I represented myself too clearly. But hey, it was ayami ha and I spent the morning discussing the role of a spiritual being as a dissenter in the face of oppression, specifically concerning the Baha'i faith and their role of non-participation in politics surrounding the Israeli occupation of Palestine. I was intellectually wiped out for the day. I made some arguments that I don't feel I gave proper context for, but such is life.

Here is the discussion, held with myself, Janet Shahn of www.blackpoliticalthought.blogspot.com, Mitch Berg, conservative talk radio host, and the militant moderate middle musher, Marty Owings.



Also, tonight I was in Columbia, MO to interview Norman Finkelstein, which I did, and was pleased. I also ran into some cats of the highest caliber, calling themselves the Mischievous Gnome Collective. I interviewed them as well and will be posting both in the near future.

Friday, February 22, 2008

Radio Free Nation!



I was interviewed tonight by Marty Owings on his broadcast blog, Radio Free Nation. Marty stumbled upon one of my other blogs, found in pockets, a collaborative blog I do with an Aussie Blogger known as Skanky Jane. Our blog made the "blogs of note" recently and has been viewed by hundreds of people a day since. He took interest in the blog, I think partly because of the dada-ist absurdity of the blog and also because of the unlikely popularity of such a blog. So he contacted me and asked for an interview. After going to his blog, and listening to a couple of his shows, I was excited to say yes.

I think often about the idea of media and the functionality of independent media sources, i.e. blogs, livejournal, myspace, youtube, npr, and how they can maintain a certain level of sincerity not found in corporate media, but are still stifling in format. Not everyone has the time or interest to read three thousand word blog posts, and npr became suspect when they crumpled under the weight of the fraternal order of police and declined to air Live From Death Row, a series of conversations with death row inmate, political prisoner, and journalist Mumia Abu Jamal. Then, through Marty, I discovered Radio Free Nation, and am pleased to find that shows like this one exist. These are non-corporate radio broadcasts, dealing with everything that affects us, as humans. You might not get the most up to date Market reports, but you will get honest radio, unfettered and uncensored.

Marty is doing a great thing, and I commend him on it. I encourage everyone to listen to his blog and write in with comments or ideas, and possibly even start your own radio blog.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

so i am a dealer now

angela and i have decided to start a book distribution, tabling local events with books we feel are great and selling them at prices that make capitalism look stupid. go to the new blog that i will be using for event postings and inventory as well as reviews and stuff.

sticks&stones
books

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

warning

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

The music you are hearing right now.

This is David Rovics. I first heard David on Saturday at the Black Bear Bakery in St. Louis, and I have the indigenous people's of the southern Mexican village of Chiapas to thank for this meeting. You see, I am a coffee whore.

I realize that most of the people in the U.S. are also, and I know that wherever I may roam, within these great states, I will be able to find a ridiculously priced cup of exploitation brimming with third world rape and ecologically damaging goodness. It is a concession most of us make daily, to not allow the truth we demand in our lives from big government and big business to be reckoned in the coffee houses we all adore. However, there are exceptions to this rule of pillage, and Zapatista coffee is a great one. Black Bear Bakery, a worker ran, wage free wobbly cafe serves up Marcos Mocha daily, at an affordable price. So I set off to get coffee on my way to a poetry reading on Saturday.

Usually, the shop closes at 5, but that night there was a musician on tour, a man I had never heard of, named David Rovics. You should be half-way into one of his songs, supposing you didn't turn off the sound in fear of losing your job for stealing from the boss your precious time to read my blog....you crazy anarchist you. At any rate, you are hearing what I heard and compelled Angela and I to collectively offer up our cash to cover the door charge, okay, part of the door charge. We were not aware that there was going to be an $8 cover to get in, and we really just wanted to get some zapatista coffee and be on our way to the poetry reading, but the door guy insisted we stay for no cover and I felt blessed and knew then that it was of our ilk and plopped my last $11 bucks on the table. Angela had some cash and ordered us coffee and we took our seats. David took to the stage, ( a rug laid out in front of the bread case) and armed only with guitar, sans microphone, took us on journey's through Palestine, Columbia, Iraq, New Orleans, into the depths of an ego driven anarchist's mind on his daily bike ride, and even into the thoughts of a suicide bomber the moment before they pulled the chord. I was laughing and tearing up at nearly every song.

After David finished, I approached the door guy and tried to give him more money that Angela had, and he declined. I wanted some of the music for myself and David told me I could download everything for free from his website. Finally, people who live the way they talk. I bought a cd anyways, as a gift for someone I love that will really appreciate his music, and picked up a 7" by Bad Folk, a local group that opened for David that we missed. It is a great record as well. It just made me really happy to find people like this here. In Tucson I had many people around me who were fighting for the same things as I was, but in the last few years, I have given much suspicion to anyone who dares speak of revolution. I have doubted sincerity, probably because I daily doubt my own. But I think maybe we all doubt our dedication. It is hard not to when so many people are dying daily from causes that are directly linked to MY consumerist habits.

I drive more than I should because I want to get a cup of coffee at a more interesting cafe than the one I can walk to in ten minutes or less. Sure I recycle, but if I ever take time to look at my recycling bin, there are cans from shit I don't need and bags from stores that sell shit I don't need, and overall, waste from a life lived using what I DON'T NEED.

But again, I must know that I am not the answer, I am merely a smaller part of the question, and together we can find solutions to help each other out. So I am not perfect yet, and neither are you, but maybe tomorrow we can do a little better.

So I missed the poetry reading, but had a great cup of coffee and made a friend in David Rovics. Not a bad day for the revolution, if you ask me.

Monday, January 28, 2008

On Ron The Republican

Look, I realize Ron Paul most likely will not be president. That however is not what concerns me when speaking out against this guy. He has somehow managed to turn my otherwise thoughtful, intelligent friends, into rabid supporters of his campaign. Does no one remember Reagan? He ran parallel platforms that Paul runs. Need some proof of the Run Ronnie Run relationship? Hear it from the mouth of the shithole himself....Ladies an Gentlemen....RON!








Compromised integrity in support of a candidate, is worse than blind support of a candidate. We need to hold ourselves accountable for the choices we make, and the idea we support.

Now, to clear this up. I am not a democrat, or republican, or libertarian. I am an anarchist with socialist tendencies. I do not give a shit who the puppet is this term, it is the control structure I work to stand against. So, then, why trash or support the puppets?

Well, when I hear my friend support an idea that goes against everything I know that friend to believe, I challenge it, as I would hope any friend or enemy would do for me. To quote the greatest punk band of the 90's, Propagandhi, "i'll call you on your shit, please call me on mine. Yeah then, we can make this shit hole planet better, in time

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

a spirit rebelious

In all gathering of information, we look for but one thing...affirmation. When we look into matters of politics, we tend to accept information that confirms our existing beliefs. The same for our physical awareness, for instance, dietary studies, and how certain diets can lead to different ends. Or what history states as fact, though one sided it may be, to back an argument. It is then, no different when matters of the spirit are concerned.

We try so hard to separate spiritual matters from our daily lives, some even going as far to deny their spiritual existence. To this I say, if you are to commit spiritual suicide, then your body and mind in part are also dying, and will suffer the pains of death and loss all the rest of your breathing life. Otherwise thinking, caring individuals, will masque their spirit in the cloak of religion, as if to say that religions are not the words of other spiritual beings, rather the infallible word of the spirit itself. This allows for security and safekeeping of a spiritual slave. To condemn one's own spiritual knowledge to restriction of input and of course output, is spiritual slavery. Slavery is a kind of death that we abhor and fear, and therefore never can recognize in ourselves. As "free" people, we will refuse to admit that we either are slaves or maintain slavery. Then we continue to allow our own spirits to be broken in the name of capital gain, or social acceptance.

We hide behind the words of men dead a thousand lifetimes ago and never therefore never truly give voice to our own lives. This subtle idolatry leads to a confusion of the self so chaotic that one may never truly recover. When a person, from the age of being a child, learns only that they are to obey, they learn only that which they accept. A select few will will discover that only rebellion is freedom. A spirit rebellious is an awakened spirit.

Of course, where does one begin? Do we have to internally unlearn all that we have been taught, under the presupposition that any truth mingled with lies is suspect? Or is it possible to build truth upon a foundation of lies, making use of the knowledge of deceit as a defense against it in the future? I think both.

Upon first discovering that it is possible that I had been fed God from a tarnished spoon, I reacted with a basic reaction of denial. First denial of the possibility, then eventually denial of the God. This then led to a sort of awakening of the spirit, that led me down paths of self discovery and eventually self destruction. It was necessary for me to destroy a part of my own spirit, and part of my own body and mind, before I could truly claim ownership of it myself. I had to, essentially, torture myself into a confession of ignorance and innocence. I needed to believe it when i plead not guilty, and once that was established, I needed to then begin to take full responsibility for any and all matters of my spirit. It was mine to build or destroy, but from that point on, I was to blame. It was the most frightening revelation of my life.

You see, a spirit awakened is a dangerous thing. It craves action, and unleashes truths so powerful that to deny them, physically hurts. You learn quickly of the inseparable connection of body, mind, and spirit. There are those in the world of metaphysics that believe a tender balance need be maintained, and at no time can any person excel in all three aspects. To this I call bullshit. This is a fear mechanism, used to rationalize apathetic behavior as a natural occurance, and must then be accepted as a part of being human. No, being human is just that, BEING. It is a VERB. A communication must take place internally and externally at all times. Everything that happens in your life has an affect and an effect upon yourself and the world. Your actions and lack thereof are ingrained in the universal conscience and must be treated with respect and responsibility. Do not let your spiritual dogshit fill the lawn of the world consciousness.

In my own spiritual journey I have taken on many rolls. I have been the lover, the thief, the king, the beggar, the criminal and the cop. I have explored as many aspects of myself that I know of. I am sure there are more quests ahead, but for the time I am resolute in pursuing a life of positive action. I will paint and write and sing and dance and scream when needed. I have and will continue to study the life of Jesus, notice I said the life not the death. Dwelling and relying upon the death of that man to save your soul is ludicrous and sinister. No death has ever brought salvation to anyone's soul except the one of the person dying. Period. It is life that concerns me, as my spirit lives and my body lives and must then live according to the belief that creation is the only proof of god's existence. The ability to create, and the necessity of it, is the only way to work in the image of god. Love is not a destroyer of things, or of life.

I study also the works of great poets/prophets such as William Blake, Walt Whitman, William Carlos Williams, Pablo Neruda, Bob Marley, John Lennon. These are gods in that they exemplify god in all that they do. They create. Put down the bible for a while and read some Rumi. You will then learn that god has as many voices as there are sounds in the world and in this knowledge you can find that your voice is an important voice, therefor your life is an important life and your actions are important actions. It is all connected.

I write this tonight in some form of a quest for more knowledge. I write this knowing well that I may be wrong, but I also know that I am learning this as I go.

Sunday, January 20, 2008

editorial in the local rag.

I recently have aligned myself with those that wish to tarnish the image of historic saint charles, by protesting a bill that would "preserve the history of Saint Charles" by banning profanity in bars and cafe's in the form of music, entertainment, literature, or any other public display. I spoke at city hall and received confused looks from the council, some in agreement, and a few in shock that a tattooed, self professed poet, could have such a grasp of law. Don't they realize that criminals know law better than perhaps anyone else? Here is the latest of my attacks on wholesomeness, published in the paper that everyone in this damn town reads. READ IT HERE!

Monday, January 14, 2008

i made the news.

Some St. Charles Bar Owners Have Issues With New Ordinance
Created: 1/14/2008 11:08:30 PM
Last updated: 1/14/2008 11:25:02 PM

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By Alex Fees

(KSDK) - At a St. Charles City Council public input session, Monday afternoon, council members made opening statements regarding proposed Bill 9527, which would regulate behavior such as drinking contests, table dancing, and obscenity.
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Mayor Patricia York said after the measure was made public, last week, city officials began surveying similar ordinances in other "college towns." York said city officials are trying to curb two main problems.

"Number 1 is under-age drinking," said York. "I don't think anybody in this room is going to argue that we want to be known as a town that lets under-age drinking go on, on a regular basis. And drinking to excess."

Council member Larry Muench said, "We do want to keep St. Charles a very safe and secure place. But yet, we do want our businesses to operate and make money."

City Council member Laurie Feldman said, to the crowd of more than sixty people who turned-out, "None of us believe that we should be managing your business."

Council member Dave Beckering said, "We're going to attempt to do that in a fair and equitable business. We're not trying to put anybody out of business. We do have the bars impacting some long-time businesses in that area."

Then council members sat back and listened to St. Charles residents, many of them bar and restaurant owners, about unintended consequences of the measure.

Michael Franklin, who identified himself as a poet and a performer, approached the podium and said, "I am a proponent of civil liberties and free speech, and I would hate to see the city of St. Charles be negligent."

Franklin also felt city laws were being unfairly enforced.

"The casinos should not have special provisions that other bar owners in the city do not have," said Franklin.

One business owner told the council, "We fed 110,000 people last year. They walked through our doors, on Main Street, and no one was accosted, no one was mugged, raped, or murdered."

After the council's public input session, council member Richard Veit held a news conference, where he explained that the portion of the proposed bill that may violate Constitutional rights has been deleted. He read the deleted section, out loud.

"Nor shall any licensee or his/her employees allow any indecent, profane or obscene language, song, entertainment, literature or advertising material upon the premises."

Veit read from a statement. "We remain concerned that this same language is still contained in the Missouri Code of State Regulations and applicable to our establishments in St. Charles as well as throughout Missouri. We join in asking the Attorney General of Missouri to give an official opinion...." that determines if
the language in question violates Constitutional rights.

Veit was asked if the issues regarding freedom of speech got caught-up in efforts to curb underage and excessive drinking.

"It's interesting," said Veit, "when you get accused of trying to violate someone's
First Amendment rights to cuss... it's interesting the kind of e-mails that you get."

Veit added this hypothetical situation.

"On historic Main Street," said Veit, "we have a family walking down the street. You got drunken patrons... which we don't have, by the way, shouting profanity at them. And a bar owner says, 'Hey, that's my First Amendment right, my patrons can do whatever they want to....' That's something we'd like to feel like we'd be able to regulate."

KSDK

they didn't mention however, that i pointed out that the city was lying when they reported deleting the section of the bill banning profanity, clearly loopholed when they added a provision that allowed the city to enforce state regulations as laws. this is criminal. but at least they took note of something. democracy fucking rules!

Sunday, January 13, 2008

howward zinn, russell means, me, and a telephone.

Friday, January 11, 2008

response to a teacher

this teacher is concerned of his students rampant support for america as an empire, stating they believe that if not us then russia or china will take over the world. this is my response.


the issue of an american empire is not a political issue, concerning governmental power and assertion of control over foreign peoples. the issue at hand, in truth, is a corporate empire. we live in world not run by politics but by commerce. politics is merely the stumbling blocks which corporate tyrants trip over and inevitably buy out or eliminate. this can be shown in hundreds of instances, ranging from the strangling of economies, both at home and abroad, to the brutal treatment to citizens of allied regimes to maintain control, using mercenary force, often times being the military complex itself.

american corporations are definitely major players in the global empire, however we must look further than that. i would suggest having your students research the g-8 committee and the economic policies that spring forth from the eight richest nations in the world, affecting the world over. it is obvious that these nations wish only to profit and doing so will use any measure.

i do not believe that america can sustain ourselves in this climate as we stretch ourselves too thin with military debts to corporations whose major share holders are foreign governments. yes, governments can and do invest, as corporate entities on the global market. for instance, the u.s. invested heavily in the aircraft industry in post WWI america, assuring the profits with the inevitable coming of great wars, such as korea, cambodia, laos, vietnam, and iraq. also look at saudi interests in investing in american oil companies, and the following oil wars in iraq, despite the fact that a number of the terrorists responsible for the attack on the u.s. were saudi in origin. this is proof of an economic empire that goes beyond american borders, but is not mutually exclusive from american foreign policy.

any student that denies the existence of the empire is to be told they are short changed in the information they receive. any student in support of american empires needs to be reminded that empires serve the purposes of the wealthy elite that can only grow smaller in size in a free market, expanding the number of poor, which will lead to mass suffering and revolt. remind your students who they are and who they are not, and let there be no mistaking the two. debt is not wealth.

Thursday, January 10, 2008

a short bit on russell means

This posting is in response to a list serve of anthropology professors and students to a stream of remarks surrounding the Republic of Lakota, and the announcement made by Russell Means that they are withdrawing from treaties made 150 years ago with the U.S. These are treaties that have never been kept.
This event, which is historic and a major one in it's implications for the peoples of the Lakota nation, has been, for the most part, kept out of main stream media. You can learn more at: www.republicoflakota.com

I will be interviewing Russell Means on Friday January 25th, immediately following an interview i am also conducting with Howard Zinn. The evening is an event I am producing called, The Crowded Fire. Here is the response to the anthropologists...


I am not a professor or student, but I am concerned that the same old action is beginning to take place within the intellectual community. That would be the action of in-action. I can listen to the great debate of diplomacy and "working within tribal council" versus direct action and support there-of, for only so long. The greatest downfall of the intellectual community is there inevitable breach of trust with the world. The world today looks to this community for direction, for historical reference. Unfortunately, it rarely delivers, rather spends time debating over small details, while ignoring the stark truths that are before them.

Truth: tribal governments that are not showing solidarity with the peoples of the nation are in breach of natural law. This is not unheard of, as most governmental conglomerates rarely represent the most disenfranchised of their own constituency.

Truth: Russell Means has a rich history of dissidence, which should be recognized as courageous and not written off as a publicity stunt or everyday rabble rousing. This man has put his person in the line of fire in the name of freedom for most of his life. We herald the memory of Che, or support the efforts of Marcos, but marginalize and write off the revolutions of our own people. This is most likely due to our own embarrassment of letting people be treated as poorly as we have allowed our system to treat the Indians of America(s).

Truth: Without wide scale support and multiple voices speaking out about this matter, we will see a quiet genocide. People are asking why there is no media coverage as if they have never known about media compliance with business as usual. They will quietly murder as many Indians as they feel fit if the cameras are not on. Granted they will most likely pull a "Waco" distortion of truth if they are seen, but with a large number of voices in the intellectual community speaking in support, there is more of a chance that these people will have some level of safeguard.

Truth: While we debate safely from our offices, homes, and cafe's, 97% of the Pine Ridge Valley lives below the poverty line, without clean water, ample food, heat and housing. If that is not reason enough to revolt, then I do not know what is. I am forced to also make a comparison to Nazi behavior. The Warsaw ghetto. The thought is hard to conceptualize, Holocaust slums in modern US, but then I am reminded of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, and feel that there is hope here.

Bottom line is, solidarity amongst all poor people's is the last revolution, and the one that the feeble control structure fears. I do not call it a power structure, as true power needs to assert no control, and the vast numbers of the poor will tell of our power, as a people.

here is a documentary concerning an incident with the FBI and their war on the freedom fighters known as A.I.M. the american indian movement.
part 1.

part 2

Saturday, December 29, 2007

imigre! imigre!

immigration is on the top of the debate list for every major candidate, and for that matter, or due to that matter, rather, on the top of the list for most americans. the continuing media war on the poor has found a new face, and it is a lighter shade of brown this time. the use of our borders as a possible threat of terrorism is the cause championed by nearly all right wing media and candidates. the threat of losing work to illegal mexican immigrants has every white american working class citizen on the full defensive. i have seen otherwise intelligent, thinking individuals, turn into neo-conic fascists, with a direct result of racist intention, and self instituted ignorance to the real issue.

MEXICANS ARE NOT STEALING YOUR JOBS! THE CEO'S ARE GIVING THEM AWAY! and they are all to happy to do this. the use of undocumented workers in this country is simply a tool used by companies to avoid labor laws, environmental policy, taxation and of course, alleviates them from providing health care, all at a fraction of what they would have to pay american laborers. it is a way for the rich to remain rich, and at the same time, offer an enemy to the working class, so as not to have them focus on the real danger.

enemies are necessary for power to remain in power. they have convinced the working class americans that the bosses are needed, that they have our interest at heart, when history and even a little inspection into present matters show us quite the opposite. power and control are synonymous. therefore, when the power remains in the hands of the elite, the wealthy few, who are not the workers, then control is dictated by this power and asserted over the dominated working population. when power, which could be obtained through information, the realization of the truth, is asserted by the people, the elite class have few other options than to strangle the economy until the poor are subservient to their needs.

a powerful tool in this process of control is to separate the poor into warring classes, used historically through racism. at the turn of the century, the ghettos in our largest cities were swelling with poor, multiracial, communities. the communities, for reasons of preservation and security, segregated out into neighborhoods, each neighborhood being populated by immigrants of similar origin. irish neighborhoods, italian neighborhoods, black neighborhoods, etc. if these populations were to unite, in a struggle against the wealthy dominating class, there is no question as to the outcome. the sheer numbers alone tell us that the wealthy elite would have had their asses on a platter in time for dinner. this, however, has not occurred, not on a large scale anyway. white anglo puritans, or mayflower whites, were encouraged to fear the italians and the irish, that they might take their jobs, steal food from the mouths of their children, and eventually destroy their culture by inseminating it with hedonistic ideologies. then, when a great war, WWI, comes along, the first people enlisted to go defend out freedoms, was of course, the poor irish, italian and black populations.

this is no different from today. there have been many instances of an undocumented mexican american, entering a recruiting station, and leaving an american soldier. no one is up in arms over this aspect. "let them die for us! but for god's sake, do not let them live with us."

growing up a child of working class factory workers in the eighties, let me experience firsthand, a thing or to about econo-tics (economics + politics). my mother an father were on strike, repeatedly, causing our family to go on public assistance. this would not have been an issue had my parents not been subject to the great amount of shame associated with the welfare system. it was decided that my mother would go to work with a family of migrant workers that she had befriended, and work the corn fields of indiana and ohio, for two dollars an hour. ten hours a day, she would walk through muddied corn fields, hand picking corn. we could not afford a baby sitter for me, so i had the opportunity to go with my mother.

we would arrive at the house of her friend, lydia, an organizer of pretty much any and everything in the mexican migrant community in area. it would be 4:30 in the morning when lydia would be handing out paper cups of "cafe con leche" and tortillas to about forty men women and children, in her back yard. she gave the younger kids, like myself, pan dulce, sweet bread and juice. after about ten minutes of eating, we would climb into trucks and vans and drive for forty minutes to the fields that they would be working that day. the younger children would play around the trucks and play hide and seek in the corn, while the adults and older children would work, in long lines, walking down the rows of corn taller than themselves, stripping away strands of leaves from the husk. they would break at noon and everyone would come back to the trucks where lydia would pull a grill and a cooler out for lunch.

it was the most amazing thing i had ever seen and affected me deeply. that these people worked tirelessly, six days a week, and for next to nothing, and would come together for lunch and there would be nothing but smiles and laughter. i did not speak spanish, and neither did my mother, but it was not necessary. every person i can remember, would struggle to speak broken english and would try so hard to communicate with us. it was not a matter of "lazy mexicans not anting to learn english" as the status quo would have you believe. these people were kind, hardworking people, and my mother was one of them.

many years later, i lived in the northern california town of big sur. big sur is a small community of wealthy people and working class. the workers tended to the land and whims of the rich, on a very concentrated level. there is no middle class there. we lived in room next a mexican family that lived 5 to room. every day they would cook and share food with us and stories and struggle at english while i struggled at spanish. they were the best neighbors i have ever had.

about forty five miles to the north of us were the cities of monterey and carmel. this is the area of california where strawberries are farmed. just below napa valley. driving through this area, on highway 1, north to san francisco, you will find beautiful landscapes of hills and beaches, wild birds of at least 100 species migrating through, small town shops, still surviving the sprawl of san fran and l.a. you will see great pastures of strawberry fields, and in those fields, you will see lines of hunched over workers. sweating and protecting themselves from the sun with only ball caps, and handkerchiefs. rows of shirtless men, bent to back breaking positions, filling baskets with red strawberries. at the end of the row of migrant workers you will find a man, on a horse, overseeing the operation, wearing a full chemical protection suit, with respirator and hood. this is the place famed for being the home of john steinbeck. author of the grapes of wrath.

these people were working for dollars a day to provide strawberries on the plates of americans, whiteout protection from the chemical spray, or the cancerous sun. these are the people that take the blunt end of our aggression. these are the ones credited with stealing american jobs. these are people i know to be good. they are america, goddammit.

are you fucking kidding me?


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SO FUCKING LAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

where have all the good journalists gone dead?

this is an interview with benazir bhutto, shortly before her assassination, where in she explains a letter sent to musharaf, fingering her assassins in the case that she would die by political assassination. she makes an interesting, casual statement about the murder of osama bin laden.



and, just a thought, if we changed the name of french fries to freedom fries when france failed to comply with our demands to enter and support an oil war, why don't we change the name of afghan quilts to freedom blankets? not as sexy but i bet they would sell a shit ton of them! i happen to know a great knitter! here is a beautiful afghan...i mean freedom blanket, she made for us.

Wednesday, December 26, 2007

thoughts on non-violence as a revelation

there have been many times in my life that i have raised two fingers and uttered vague understanding of peace as gospel. there are also times when i have raised fists and brought about, or participated in activities with violence being the end measure. when called out on my hypocrisy, i would rationalize my violent behavior as being shared aggression, which in no way compares to indiscriminate bombing of villages in the name of a cause, and not actually, then, breaking my belief in peace. i was alright at the art of bullshit.

i thought peace was a reaction to war, a reaction to unwanted aggression. i thought peace was a request, even a demand made of others to cease and desist their grotesque destruction of life on this planet. it is not. peace is what becomes when one creates it, when one lives it. not when one simply suggests it, passively. it is revolutionary. which, by definition, requires change within. a true revolution changes not only society, but first and greater, changes the revolutionary.

ideas grow, and change as the understanding of those ideas increase. people change, circumstances change, therefore ideas must allow change, must in fact demand it. if any idea is to be progressive, neither stagnant or regressive, it must evolve. i have evolved. i am now taking the understanding of myself to be that of non-violence. to be peace. do not confuse this with passive, they are in fact enemies, ideologically. passivity breeds complacency. complacency is the root of injustice. when just people are complacent to unjust acts, a war upon truth has begun.

i read reports of the zapatista army, a group in chiapas, who have been fighting oppression in their southern mexico homeland since 1994. this oppression against indigenous peoples of chiapas, and the world over, is led by militaristic force with support of the u.s. military complex. now, i support the ezln (zapatistas) in all of their resistance. they do however wield guns and use violence in their revolution. their violence is in fact a counter-attack, but it is still violence. how can i support them ethically? i am not sure, but i do know that i do fully support them and the people of chiapas, in their struggle to remain free.

i know that my heart tells me they are right, and just in their cries for freedom. my heart also tells me that i can not join them in battle. i can not, at this time, join any battle with the use of violence. i can offer my support by giving voice to their plight. every voice of justice, according to subcomandante marcos, the leader and spokesperson of the zapatistas, is the voice of the zapatista, as they are too the voice of every person oppressed by injustice. if i figure out the answer to the philosophical question of support of violence in the name of non-violence, i will share it.

i think we must distinguish non-violence from non action. we live in a culture that equates action with violence, because we are a culture of violence. the birth of our civilization is built upon the graves of lives of lesser value. we have given value to lives and are now paying the price with our disease of addiction to blood. we are addicted, as a people, to violence. when the earth is sewn with blood, the bitter flowers of hatred and shame will cover us, and remain with us for eternity. we must uproot violence to its core. this cannot be done through ignorance, but only through sharing of ideas. me must ignite one another, and do so until the flames of understanding engulf us entirely.

so then, how does it work. well, i believe that if non-violence is your stance, then it must also mean that you are not only speaking when being YOU are being threatened but also hen others are in the path of violence. we must stand between violence and it's victims and stop it. howard zinn says that to use war to fight tyranny, you kill the victims of the tyranny itself. this is taken in stark truths in vietnam, WWI & II, and currently in iraq. we who believe in peace, not as an idea but as a truth, have committed treason against our own integrity, and the cost has been in the countless victims of this war. not only the dead, but those who are dead and breathing still. those whose life is tragically taken in trade for memories of massive destruction and violence. those who lost limbs can show scars but those who lost the core of their morality in the name of war are also dying. they are suffering a death of the soul, of the spirit. wwhen a life is taken, it takes with it the life that surrounded it.

Thursday, December 20, 2007

amazing book deal

four great books for one great price from seven stories.

http://www.sevenstories.com/book/?GCOI=58322100796970

the end is near.

we are closing in on Bush's final year in office, but ding dong the witch is not yet dead. democrats and liberals the world over are beginning to celebrate, quite prematurely, this lame-duck president's departure, with countdown calendars that proclaim the end of an era that most of amerika will inevitably deny existed or claim ignorance to it's force upon the world. much like the the reagan administration and their great gift of apathy towards the aids epidemic and the introduction of crack cocaine into our ghettos. now the man has a postage stamp and the consideration for a dollar nomination bearing his resemblance. why not a pablo escobar day as well?

what we are doing in these last moments is forgetting just how potentially dangerous this administration has shown themselves to be. this final year for g-dub could bring about our greatest fears and be his most damaging year to date.

"I'm going to work hard to the finish. I'm going to sprint," Bush said in October. and with his historical track record, he seals our doom in this short sentence alone. with the passing of the patriot act, being in and of itself the introduction to american homeland fascism, and the more recent assault on civil liberties, the military commissions act, bush has shown us that he means business and business is mean.

so far, by most accounts, including statements from whitehouse correspondents, bush plans to spend his final year as most lame-ducks do, traveling the world in the name of foreign policy. this would show the world that bush is striving towards peace keeping efforts and the maintaining of good business practices. this also seems to say that he has no great plans for the passing of legislation in his final year, being that he is opposed by a majority of dems in congress, it seems that he would be useless at home. however, according to jake siewert, the final white house press secretary for clinton, "There is certainly a fair amount of planning that goes on into the last year. "

this most conniving of administrations has not put their agenda on the back burner, that is to be noted. however, according to the white house, they have achieved so little in his second term. quote: "Mr. Bush now enters the final year of his presidency without major legislation passed in his second term. He still hopes to revive Middle East peace talks and build on signs of progress in Iraq, all the while resisting suggestions that he is increasingly irrelevant."
White House Correspondent Scott Stearns
stearns seems to ignore the passing of the military commisions act on october 17, 2006. this was indeed in his second term and probably the most significant law enacted by a u.s. president in the last 40 years. if this is not considered major legislation by the white house, then i fear what is to come.

meanwhile, back in tv world, we are focusing on the next election. hilary's aging face and obama's comic ears, versus guiliani's lisp and fred thompson's maid. this is exactly the distraction needed to indeed get away with murder, which is precisely what g w and his crew have been doing for years.

"I've never felt more engaged and more capable of helping people recognize - American people recognize that there's a lot of unfinished business," said Mr. Bush. an idea which i can only interpret as, there are still a few liberties remaining unfettered. but if you still believe that bush is relaxing in his last year, just ask karl rove, the man credited as bush's brain in the first term of his occupation.

"He is a bold leader who is going to be milking every single moment that he has got in this office," he said. "He knows the powers of the office. He knows the levers that he has got. He didn't come here simply to occupy it. He came here to do things. And he is going to keep doing things right up to the moment that he leaves January 20, 2009." rove stated about his former boss.

this year will provide us with further attacks in the middle east, that is to be assured, both in iraq and also in the newly appointed arbiter of wmd's, iran. we are picking fights before finishing ones we have started. bin laden ring a bell? and now with iraq in total disarray, we have provided the perfect fodder for hatred and attack of american people, not to mention the thousands of iraqi people who will also be suffering the onslaught of military occupation and resistance this year.

keep in mind that, when speaking of nuclear weapons, the us is a crucial member of the group of eight committee. Four of the G8 members United Kingdom, United States of America, France and Russia together account for 96-99% of the world's nuclear weapons. also, in use of the great scare tactic used to destroy civil liberties, terrorism, The G8 officials also agreed to pool data on terrorism. terrorism has reached new and broader definitions with the passing of the patriot act and the military commissions act, as being those that may pose a threat to homeland security by standing in the way of military action or opposing military force. all peaceful people of the world, who oppose war on principal, are then terrorists and will make the list for the G8, since 2005.

by thew way, in his final year, bush plans to attend the G8 committee meeting in japan, and why not, it is held at a spa/resort and all of this dutiful work against americans and citizens of the world really can put stress on a man. he needs a massage. and if you think the G8 is about producing a foreign policy that ill help to more evenly spread the wealth of the world and open new lines of communication, think again. The eight countries making up the G8 represent about 14% of the world population, but they account for 60% of the world's economic output. that is a number that has a lot of leg-room.

all of this is ahead of us this year and i expect many many surprises by this administration, none of them being favorable to any thinking, feeling, rational, peaceful human being.

good night and good luck.

something to think about- brought to you by hitler and the such


If you tell a big enough lie and tell it frequently enough, it will be believed.
Adolf Hitler

so the lesson was learned, and enacted in purpose:

Simply stated, there is no doubt that Saddam Hussein now has weapons of mass destruction.
- Dick Cheney, speech to VFW National Convention, Aug. 26, 2002

Right now, Iraq is expanding and improving facilities that were used for the production of biological weapons.
- George W. Bush, speech to UN General Assembly, Sept. 12, 2002

No terrorist state poses a greater or more immediate threat to the security of our people and the stability of the world than the regime of Saddam Hussein in Iraq.
- Donald Rumsfeld, testimony to Congress, Sept. 19, 2002

The world is also uniting to answer the unique and urgent threat posed by Iraq.
- George W. Bush, Nov. 23, 2002

If he declares he has none, then we will know that Saddam Hussein is once again misleading the world.
- White House spokesman Ari Fleischer, press briefing, Dec. 2, 2002

We know for a fact that there are weapons there.
- White House spokesman Ari Fleischer, press briefing, Jan. 9, 2003

What we know from UN inspectors over the course of the last decade is that Saddam Hussein possesses thousands of chemical warheads, that he possesses hundreds of liters of very dangerous toxins that can kill millions of people.
- White House spokesman Dan Bartlett, CNN interview, Jan. 26, 2003

Our intelligence officials estimate that Saddam Hussein had the materials to produce as much as 500 tons of sarin, mustard, and VX nerve agent…. The British government has learned that Saddam Hussein recently sought significant quantities of uranium from Africa.
- George W. Bush, State of the Union Address, Jan. 28, 2003

We know that Saddam Hussein is determined to keep his weapons of mass destruction, is determined to make more.
- Colin Powell, remarks to UN Security Council, Feb. 5, 2003

We have sources that tell us that Saddam Hussein recently authorized Iraqi field commanders to use chemical weapons - the very weapons the dictator tells us he does not have.
- George W. Bush, radio address, Feb. 8, 2003

If Iraq had disarmed itself, gotten rid of its weapons of mass destruction over the past 12 years, or over the last several months since [UN Resolution] 1441 was enacted, we would not be facing the crisis that we now have before us.
- Colin Powell, interview with Radio France International, Feb. 28, 2003

So has the strategic decision been made to disarm Iraq of its weapons of mass destruction by the leadership in Baghdad?….I think our judgment has to be clearly not.
- Colin Powell, remarks to UN Security Council, March 7, 2003

Intelligence gathered by this and other governments leaves no doubt that the Iraq regime continues to possess and conceal some of the most lethal weapons ever devised.
- George W. Bush, address to the U.S., March 17, 2003

The people of the United States and our friends and allies will not live at the mercy of an outlaw regime that threatens the peace with weapons of mass murder.
- George W. Bush, address to U.S., March 19, 2003

Well, there is no question that we have evidence and information that Iraq has weapons of mass destruction, biological and chemical particularly…..All this will be made clear in the course of the operation, for whatever duration it takes.
- White House spokesman Ari Fleisher, press briefing, March 21, 2003

There is no doubt that the regime of Saddam Hussein possesses weapons of mass destruction. And….as this operation continues, those weapons will be identified, found, along with the people who have produced them and who guard them.
- Gen. Tommy Franks, press conference, March 22, 2003

I have no doubt we're going to find big stores of weapons of mass destruction.
- Defense Policy Board member Kenneth Adelman, The Washington Post, March 23, 2003

One of our top objectives is to find and destroy the WMD. There are a number of sites.
- Pentagon spokeswoman Victoria Clark, press briefing, March 22, 2003

We know where they are. They're in the area around Tikrit and Baghdad and east, west, south, and north somewhat.
- Donald Rumsfeld, ABC interview, March 30, 2003

Obviously the administration intends to publicize all the weapons of mass destruction U.S. forces find - and there will be plenty.
- Robert Kagan, The Washington Post, April 9, 2003

But make no mistake - as I said earlier - we have high confidence that they have weapons of mass destruction. That is what this war was about and it is about. And we have high confidence it will be found.
- White House spokesman Ari Fleischer, press briefing, April 10, 2003

We are learning more as we interrogate or have discussions with Iraqi scientists and people within the Iraqi structure, that perhaps he destroyed some, perhaps he dispersed some. And so we will find them.
- George W. Bush, NBC interview, April 24, 2003

There are people who in large measure have information that we need….so that we can track down the weapons of mass destruction in that country.
- Donald Rumsfeld, press briefing, April 25, 2003

We'll find them. It'll be a matter of time to do so.
- George W. Bush, remarks to reporters, May 3, 2003

I'm absolutely sure that there are weapons of mass destruction there and the evidence will be forthcoming. We're just getting it just now.
- Colin Powell, remarks to reporters, May 4, 2003

I'm not surprised if we begin to uncover the weapons program of Saddam Hussein – because he had a weapons program.
- George W. Bush, remarks to reporters, May 6, 2003

We said what we said because we meant it…..We continue to have confidence that WMD will be found.
- White House spokesman Ari Fleischer, press briefing, May 7, 2003

Before the war, there's no doubt in my mind that Saddam Hussein had weapons of mass destruction, biological and chemical. I expected them to be found. I still expect them to be found.
- Gen. Michael Hagee, Commandant of the Marine Corps, interview with reporters, May 21, 2003

Given time, given the number of prisoners now that we're interrogating, I'm confident that we're going to find weapons of mass destruction.
- Gen. Richard Myers, Chairman Joint Chiefs of Staff, NBC Today Show interview, May 26, 2003

Do I think we're going to find something? Yeah, I kind of do, because I think there's a lot of information out there."
- Maj. Gen. Keith Dayton, Defense Intelligence Agency, press conference, May 30, 2003

You remember when Colin Powell stood up in front of the world, and he said Iraq has got laboratories, mobile labs to build biological weapons....They're illegal. They're against the United Nations resolutions, and we've so far discovered two [the labs were later judged to not contain any such weapons, that they most likely were used for weather balloons]. And we'll find more weapons as time goes on, But for those who say we haven't found the banned manufacturing devices or banned weapons, they're wrong. We found them.
- George W. Bush, remarks to reporters, May 31, 2003


It is not truth that matters, but victory.
Adolf Hitler

Mission Accomplished!
G W Bush


Wednesday, December 12, 2007

bread and circus

tonight i watched a documentary, as often nights i do. this particular film was titled "manufacturing dissent" and billed as the film michael moore does not want you to see. it begins as a sweet, fan based bio pic on moore, showcasing his history as a journalist of sorts, writing and editing an indie paper in the eighties called the flint voice, and moving on to edit the internationally distributed and loudly controversial, mother jones. a job from which he was relieved after only four months. slowly the focus turns from his achievements to his indiscretions as a film maker.

now, i would like to make two things perfectly clear here, the first being that i am a fan of michael moore's work. while i have witnessed his muck-raking tactics first hand, and was not particularly impressed with them, i still believe that he is, and this will lead to my second point, a highly entertaining man, with a knack for pushing buttons not often pushed by mass media. that brings me to my second point of interest...
HE IS AN ENTERTAINER! period.

joining the ranks of moore are other highly entertaining, politically focused entertainers, john stewart and steven colbert. both of which contend that they are not news sources, rather satirists and comedic commentators on the news infrastructure that has both embraced and condemned these three men, and also mangaed to severely betray the american public, time and again, in their haphazard and slanted reporting of distracting and irrelevant "news". almost a true, and rare, definition of irony is boiling up here. we go to our "news" sources, cbs, abc, nbc, cnn and the dreaded fox news network and find reports on the happenings of hollywood's drunken starlets, and go to our hollywood comedians, stewart, colbert, lewis black, michael moore, to get the scoop on our political affairs. this is a sad commentary in and of itself, worthy of interrogation and ridicule by the men in question.

do we hold a higher moral standard to our entertainers than we do to our elected officials, or to those whose job it is to report, truthfully and unbiased, on the actions of our elected officials? what could this possibly say for our collective intelligence?

i watch michael moore because i want to laugh, the same reason i religiously watch programs such as the office. granted, i am aligned for the greater part with the views expressed by moore, but i am also aligned with the views expressed by the family guy. do i need to fact check the sarcasm and snide remarks on society made by the family guy to enjoy it? will it change the way i vote? no.

there is a fourth orwellian truth that needs to be added to big brother's campaign, "distraction is education". we seem to crave distraction from the harsh realities of our world so much so that we have decided to call these distractions informative.

every time i see a bold headline, indicting a hollywood star with capital fraud, or discovering a cum covered blue dress, i race to page fourteen to find out what third world country we bombed that morning. fox news offers us bill o'reilly, an editorialist with a professed agenda not of truthfulness but of thwarting the efforts of the so-called liberal media, and let's us believe that this man is somehow reporting to us, the american public, accurate and true news. meanwhile, on comedy central, through the guise of comedy, we are discovering that even more illegal arms deals by our government in the 60's to israel could be fodder for the supposed terrorist attacks in our own country. now, here it comes.

did he say supposed terrorist attacks? yes, and here is why. this is not a conspiracy theory. if, in fact, we were attacked by nineteen saudi's on that famous date so often repeated by the bush administration, then it is clear that it is not a terrorist attack, rather a declaration of war. the only terrorists that i can see are john ashcroft, dick cheney, g w bush and every major news organization in america. for the last six years we have been force fed the idea that we are most certainly in harms way. terrorists have move din next door and powder our krispy kremes with anthrax. the only true safe escape is a vacation to florida, to disney world, where we can sun bathe our blues away.

we are now told of those evil illegal aliens who get drunk and drive through our peaceful cities, running down our children and clocking in at our jobs in the morning. the welfare moms sucking off the teat of the good old american taxpayers. they are the new commies, the new russians, the new japs, the new resistance to our way of life.

according to news sources, we need our military here, and now, armed and firing at our neighbors. we are so scared of one another that we forget the bogey men behind the curtains of corporate america. i know, i know, why would the media lie? who stands to profit? good question, in which lies the answer.

those media conglomerates, at one time, survived on advertising money. they needed to fulfill a certain agreement to sell ideas to consumers in order to provide the people the programs they wanted. not so much anymore, as clear channel takes over most air waves and all media outlets are controlled and monitored by a small group of corporate hustlers. these same hustlers also own stock and or sit on boards of major military contractors and big oil. hmmm. these same board members sit in office and dictate who gets bombed and why. hmmmm. then telling the american people to get behind it or "shut the hell up" as bill o'reilly so eloquently put it on his show when addressing the american public about the war effort.

get behind it or shut up!

now, do you think it is at all possible that, if bill o'reilly can say that to us, the consumer, that someone can say that to fox news? hmmmm. interesting. it is also interesting that very very little was reported on the Military Commissions Act, a clearly unconstitutional bill that strikes down upon dissenters of this corrupt administration as war criminals. this is beyond the wettest dreams of on senator joe mccarthy, who could only have hoped that someday the american people would all be on trial for thoughts against the american system. thought crime? there goes that orwellian bell again.

i am tired for now, and will touch on this a lot more but for any further inquiry, check out keith olbermann. he is right on. here he is discussing the MCA.

Thursday, December 6, 2007

left without leaving

i haven't written because, well, i haven't really been working in the garage. being that this blog is supposed to be about the daily life of an american artist, i felt i needed to post as i progressed in my work. i realize now that it is about the breath too.

history has the ability to condense itself. by this, i mean the way we perceive history in context of artifacts versus chronology. we can look in a room of thirty some odd paintings and believe we can see the life of the artist. we believe wholly in the struggle and the romance of the paint laden lips of a van gogh and forget that time is the factor unseen in between the canvases. some artists, myself included, work in great and sudden orgasm. we lay dormant for months, sometimes years, and then it just clicks. i have been known to stay awake, without drugs, for three to four days working it all out. the chore of living seems to have reward in the sheer amount of production in a short time, and it is all so natural, unfettered with forethought and post thought. pure. and in it's ugly simplicity, the long breath without pause, page-length paragraph and sincerest of memories in full color, i find truth. i find repose. my brain stops humming and my body falls out. that is the greatness, the sunflower days, the blue period. but really, it is impossible to sustain this current of energy and have output of pure work.

this is the art of non-creation. to know that you have a purpose, but to know that you cannot manifest this purpose, is by far the hardest failure to accept. but it is in these meditations that challenge the ego in it's need to produce, that the art truly begins. it is hard, though, to convince yourself that it is okay to do nothing for a while, to be nothing. we spend the first years of our lives building in relative silence. our bodies create movement, our minds create relations, our mouths create words, and once this starts, it seems we never return to the silence of creation without a sense of loss in hand. this is the struggle. this is the trial.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

new saul williams w/trent reznor FREE or CHEAP!

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

the pre-cursor to the BAMN manifesto, yet to be disclosed

BOB KAUFMAN

ABOMUNIST MANIFESTO

ABOMUNISTS JOIN NOTHING BUT THEIR HANDS OR LEGS,
OR OTHER SAME.

ABOMUNIST SPIT ANTI-POETRY FOR POETIC REASONS
AND FRINK.

ABOMUNISTS DO NOT LOOK AT PICUTRES PAINTED
BY PRESIDENTS AND UNEMPLOYD PRIME MINISTERS.

IN TIMES OF NATIONAL PERIL, ABOMUNISTS, AS REALITY
AMERICANS, STAND READY TO DRINK THEMSELVES
TO DEATH FOR THEIR COUNTRY.

ABOMUNISTS DO NOT FEEL PAIN, NO MATTER HOW MUCH
IT HURTS.

ABOMUNISTS DO NOT USE THE WORD SQUARE EXCEPT WHEN
TALKING TO SQUARES.

ABOMUNISTS READ NEWSPAPERS ONLY TO ASCERTAIN THEIR
ABOMINUBILITY.

ABOMUNISTS NEVER CARRY MORE THAN FIFTY DOLLARS
IN DEBTS ON THEM.

ABOMUNISTS BELIEVE THAT THE SOLUTION OF PROBLEMS
OF RELIGIOUS BIGOTRY IS TO HAVE A CATHOLIC
CANDIDATE FOR PRESIDENT AND PROTESTANT
CANDIDATE FOR POPE.

ABOMUNISTS DO NOT WRITE FOR MONEY; THEY WRITE
THE MONEY ITSELF.

ABOMUNISTS BELIEVE ONLY WHAT THEY DREAM ONLY
AFTER IT COMES TRUE.

ABOMUNISTS CHILDREN MUST BE REARED ABOMUNIBLY.

ABOMUNIST POETS, CONFIDENT THAT THE NEW LITERARY
FORM "FOOT-PRINTISM' HAS FREED THE ARTIST
OF OUTMODED RESTRICTIONS, SUCH AS: THE ABILITY TO
READ AND WRITE, OR THE DESIRE TO COMMUNICATE,
MUST BE PREPARED TO READ THEIR WORK AT DENTAL
COLLEGES, EMBALMING SCHOOLS, HOMES FOR UNWED
MOTHERS, HOMES FOR WED MOTHERS, INSANE ASYLUMS,
USO CANTEENS, KINDERGARTENS, AND COUNTY JAILS.
ABOMUNISTS NEVER COMPROMISE THEIR REJECTIONARY
PHILOSOPHY.

ABOMUNISTS REJECT EVERYTHING EXCEPT SNOWMEN.

[1959]

Kaufman, Bob, Abominist Manifesto (broadside), San Francisco, City Lights, 1959.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

guest book - please use this

i have noticed a lot of people are logging onto my blog from all over the world. i am curious about how and why and who they are. here is a guestbook to tell me what you think and who you are. simply use the "back talker" feature under the post to sign the book. if you are not a blogger user, then please put your name and a link to your blog, site, myspace. i would love some discourse here.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

winghaven beginnings



this is the start of the tour de winghaven series. it's about 5 ft x 4 ft.

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

god save the queen

Thursday, November 8, 2007

"fuck you, i just buy what you sell me."

burning monk made from oreo cookies by artist phil hansen

after a seven year break, rage against the machine return to the stage, just in time to catch the bush administration in their last, and potentially most dangerous year. zack de la rocha, while playing a headlining spot at coachella music festival, called for the trial, hanging, and shooting of every member of the bush regime. scary stuff considering the number of people who have faced prosecution since the passing of the patriot act for saying much less in regards to the most evil corporation on the planet. still though, rage is under contract with EMI, through a series of conglomerations. EMI, besides producing a large portion of the music you and i hear on clear channel stations, also makes a few bombs on the side. hmmm. actually they are one of the largest producers of war materials. their product was the preferred weaponry used in the decimation of central american revolutionary armies in the late seventies and early eighties. see chomsky's "culture of terrorism".

so what is to be said about this? is rage a tool of the power structure, used to instill a sense of anger in youth that is poorly directed? to tell you the truth, i think zack, and tom morello, rage's guitarist, are well aware of their corporate parentage, but see also the benefit of selling 14 million albums world-wide. i was 13 when i first heard the band, and it changed the way i lived, forever. i was a growing up in a sheltered, whitewashed town of greenville, ohio. steelworker father, nurse mother, went to church, smoked a little pot, felt a little out of place. the year before i had read the autobiography of malcolm x, and soul on ice, by eldridge cleaver. i was a precocious little fuck, but reading these books only informed a sense of injustice, the music of rage validated it.

i began to research the books they talked about, learned about noam chomsky, and then howard zinn. saw zach wearing a los crudos shirt in the video and found their music. i was then introduced into a world of underground music and politics that literally covered my entire body. i began to think more critically. i was vegan, then straightedge. i did anything i could to become a more effective revolutionary. ironically, i even sore off corporate music, such as rage against the machine, and opted for the fringe. seeing 30 frat boys, on date rape detail, sing along at a party on the campus of the university of arizona, repeating "fuck you, i won't do what you tell me!" and then quickly directing their aggression to the suspect fag (yours truly) at the party, was enough for me to call it over. the revolution had been homogenized. you could see the seal in every hot topic across the nation. when a che guevara shirt is commonly mistaken as a rage against the machine logo, i question the effectiveness of their campaign strategy.

years later, i am living as a father of two, chainsmoking, meat eating, socialist, fat fuck, and i decide i want to hear some rage. i heard they got back together and starting looking up videos of recent performances. it is great stuff, really. after a decade of learning about humans and their ability to somehow always disappoint, especially when thinking is involved, i have learned to empathize with groups like rage against the machine. can they be blamed for the fucked up mental state of millions of their fans. they did their job, and did it well. who else, in the media at least, was telling millions of teenage americans about zapata, and subcomandante marcos? who else listed noam chomsky, howard zinn, and mumia abu jamal, as key literary influences, and still managed to go platinum. they are messengers, not leaders.

i was nothing more than a pissed of kid when rage taught me the center of my anger. showed me the proponents of greed and fascist thought. taught me how to focus my rage and who to focus it on. now, as i sit in my studio, sometimes at three in the morning, i reach over and turn up the music when i start to hear, fuck you, i won't do what you tell me. i sit back, light a smoke, and rejoice in the gospel of dissidence.

i recommend using isohunt or some other bittorrent search for rage's discografia, and stealing that shit today. i read an interview where tom morello speaks out against pirating, but hey i also read a book where abbie hoffman reminds us that even christ said in the kingdom of heaven, all things are provided and the kingdom of heaven is now. speaking of abbie hoffman, watch "steal this movie". it is fucking great and vincent d'onofrio plays hoffman.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

sink or swim

for the past three weeks, my personal output of art has been nill. i have been working on commissioned works and just have not had any ideas for my own pieces. money has been short which of course leads to stress. then there are days like today.

angela and i went to st. louis to sell some of her bags to a local green store, home eco. on the way to the city, we stopped at our local cafe for a quick coffee. while there, the cafe received a phone call from a person who had met me there nearly two years ago, inquiring about my contact info. strange, since i haven't worked there for so long, but she knew that i still frequent the shop and was using some investigative skills to track me down. i just happened to be there when she called so they just gave me the phone. this person, moira, has always seemed to take an interest in my art, ever since my first show at picasso's two years ago. she had invited me to participate in a contest that i dropped the ball on, and so i assumed she thought i was flaky. which i guess i am sometimes, so no feelings hurt. then, nearly two years later, i am talking to her about an upcoming bike race, tour de winghaven.

she is offering me the opportunity to design the poster for the event. this may not sound like much, but it is huge. she wants me to paint a picture that will then be used for promotions for this race, which is on it's way to becoming quite a large event, entering into the arena of international cycling events. posters, wine labels, print ads are just part of what this image will be used for. on top of that, i get paid for the job and am allowed to keep the original. this is amazing. now, i am not a cyclist, so why the excitement?

well, it is simple. every person i know that is a cycle enthusiast claims to feel a transcendental experience at one time or another on a bike. it is a form of meditation. in fact, everyone i know who cycles seems to become some sort of junkie for it. which is something i know a little about. so, on this level i can connect to cycling. it is much like painting. a solo effort that challenges not just the body but the mind and spirit of a person. at any rate i am excited for this job. i already started working on a large scale piece that will develop into something that i will consider for the job.

the other great thing about this is, i get to have a sort of art show in conjunction with the race. there will be literally thousands of people at this event and it's surrounding events, most of whom will be interested to see what the artist who designed the poster is up to. this is a great chance to introduce my work to a whole different group of people than have ever seen what i do.

i also met a great opportunity while in the city. across the street from home eco, in south city saint louis, there is a great corner building that is for rent. the location and size is perfect for a gallery. so i ent to an ajjoining italian imports grocery store that is ran by the same man who owns the space. i spoke to him briefly about the possibility of a gallery and he seemed sincerely interested. he also makes the best meatball sandwich i have ever had from any restaurant. turns out he is the president of the neighborhood business association and they are looking for artists to bring into the neighborhood. it is nice to know that people are starting to see the benefits of having local artists. we bring business and a sense of self, of culture, wherever we are.

historically speaking, anytime a large group of artists move into an affordable area, the neighborhood is quickly transformed into a hotspot. look at the bowery in new york, chelsea, lower east side, northeast portland. all of these areas were once rundown and thus affordable for artists to live and work. no they are some of the most prized real estate in the country. well, apparently people are getting the hint that art is a necessary and vital part of life, and not just for artists. so i am going to work hard at making this work out and this time next year i may be running my own gallery.

i also scored one more commission for some coffee bag paintings for a local minister. what a strange day. here is an example of a coffee bag painting. painted on recycled burlap coffee bags. this one is a portrait of a dear friend, kevin francis xavier callahan.

Sunday, November 4, 2007

margaret kilgallen

I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious Ambiguity.
-gilda radner



i came across an, apparently old, episode of art:21 tonight. this was a clip on two artists whom i had never heard of and decided to watch. barry mcgee and margaret kilgallen, two san francisco based artists, who i later learned were married. both have a sense of folk art, and claim this to be their greatest influence, though from two different times. margaret is heavily moved by traditional folk art. art that doesn't know itself as such. hand painted signs, typography, advertisements. barry is a graffiti artist. the modern folk art. i call it folk art because it serves the purpose of public viewing. sure, it is seen as an eyesore to most people, and is illegal in all fifty states, but it is still the most vibrant art form alive today. there is no payment for it's work, there are stiff penalties for it's implication, and modern ad agencies exploit the shit out of it as a way to reach the youth of today.

entrepreneur

criminal



so to the point of this spillage of thought: margaret kilgallen.
she is brilliant in the video, skilled with ingenuity. she is clearly going to become a great artist someday. she is dead. she died a couple of weeks after the birth of her daughter, from complications of breast cancer. this fucked me up.

now, death is something i have come to know intimately in my life. a lot of my friends and family have died, some of "natural" deaths and some of drug overdoses or violence. i accept death and in fact herald it as a beautiful part of life. i usually don't mourn in the traditional since but celebrate the life. then i read that a woman i do not even know, would never have known, died so young and it fucked me up. she just seemed so alive in the video. so maybe the thing fucking me up is that she is so vibrant, and now dead, and there are so many who are alive and will be alive for a very long time that never grace upon that level of living. i question myself and my own life. am i living it.

here i am at 2 am, typing a fucking blog entry with a studio full of paint and canvas and i am here, typing. not that this isn't somehow a creative endeavor, but seriously, i am staring at pixels, watching a life on youtube, and there goes another rubber tree plant.

Thursday, November 1, 2007

concerning the spiritual in art - kandinsky


kandinsky's respondeo ut the world of art, in his time, to the past, and for the future of art is widely considered one of the greatest documents on art by an artist. sure, i'll accept that. however, i believe this is more of an assault on the condition of the human spirit than a treatise on the state of art.

kandinsky reiterates, many times, his disgust for the broad acceptance of and reverence towards "stagnate art". as an artist himself, he is quite aware of the vast differences between what the critics and buyers are going in for, and what the artists are doing. he lays out, quite brutally, his own foundation of the future of art. making claims that, the future will hold an art that is un-seeable to the eye, but glaring to the soul. it will have to consist then, of images from within, not without the human field of perception. he is calling for the abandonment of the recognizable, often cliche materialism that academic art of his time heralded as high.

there is nothing lower than a bland reproduction of a bland person in a bland setting. according to kandinsky. this was 191o, and was thus the manual for abstraction that would spawn an art movement that has shaken everything the art world made for thousands of years before it, to it's very core.


kandinsky battles the dominant paradigm of art theory that art should reflect nature, thereby being a discourse with our natural life and thus the voice of divinity. he argues that only true art, free from external form, can be divined and relate to the world, in fact more than that, help the world to progress into a truly spiritual world. he sites many contemporary poets, painters and philosophers, including mme. blavastky philosophy, though she merely developed an idea based upon , credited by hitler as the mother of the aryanhindu teachings she picked while in india. kandisnky is clearly a very well educated and passionate man, albeit angry as all hell.

he seems to, at times, get lost in his own poetic symbolism and dive off of cliffs that are too hard to climb back to. (how was that for poetic irony) he has a chapter called the movement of the triangle, in which he forms a triangle based upon levels of spiritual growth. what is it with metaphysical writers that makes them use obscure geometric charts to illustrate an idea. see ken wilbur if you are not sure what i mean. the chapter wraps up nicely and he makes some very clear points, but the beginning is very slow going and clogged with imagery too complex for his simple implication. he seems to focus on the art that is not spiritual, trying to show by absence the art that is. he sites many styles and trends in art at the time that seem to portray stillborn representations of human life. art, in his and my eye, is to relate the human condition to the future generations that they may understand where we lived. this book is just shy of one hundred years old, and still it is valid in modern conversation.


where wassily had impressionists, we have pop, where he had vase on table with fruit, we have a fucking dead tiger shark in formaldehyde. does the art of today really reflect our universal subconscious. will a fifty million dollar, diamond encrusted skull save the soul of anyone tomorrow, or today for that matter, and still this is what we know as our contemporaries. sure we have our jenny savilles,who is a mind staggering painter, and let us not overlook them, god forbid we let another van gogh slip away. but the damien hirsts are killing me. now, just today i hear about marla olmstead, the four year old abstract expressionist prodigy, whose work is compared to pollock, and dekooning.

marla is all the buzz right now. a four year old whose father is paints, has the spotlight as genius of painting. is this art? is it commodity? nit sch? what do i know. i do know some of the stuff of hers is very cool, and most likely, if seen by unwitting eyes, would be hailed as great work by one who truly suffered and now understands life with color. not sure what i think about that, just an interesting topic right now. what would wassily say? i am sure a part of him would see the beauty and innocence and then the spiritual side of her pictures. but the purist in him would denounce her "work" as simply the play thing of a child, which it is.


all in all, the book really is refreshing in that is a statement of sincerity about art. it is rare that we read a book about art theory that as actually written by an artist. most are like parenting books written by childless doctors. this, however is the real deal. kandinsky is one of the most famous artists of the 20th century, also one of the most prolific writers on art. the book is not finely tuned, but it's rawness is it's energy.

farbstudie quadrate - wassily kandinsky
note kandisnky's influence on contemporaries such as chuck close, who is famed for super-realism, or photo-realism, which completely disembarks from the course set by kandinsky himself. oh the ways we dig our graves and how we praise the soil!



side-note: i will not link damien hirst's name in my blog. if you are curious what his work is like, go to a shopping mall and ask an old woman to kick you in the genitals, you will get more out of that experience, i am sure of this.

Wednesday, October 31, 2007

zeitgeist

one of the most important, informative and horrific films i have ever seen. go to www.zeitgeistmovie.com for more information.

Tuesday, October 30, 2007

the sky position - tom blood

"Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality."
james joyce


I received this book by Tom Blood, former portland poetic comrade of mine, about a year ago, for the purpose of doing a review. Okay, I realize that a year seems like a long time, especially considering the size of the book, coming in at 80 pages in quarter-book size. So I must apologize to Marriage Records, and ask that they take a moment to hear my case.

I first heard Tom Blood read in portland at a reading that I hosted called the subterranean beat revival. it was a basement bar reading, clouded with smoke and the poets were mostly ex slam gone beat poets, performing with the backing of live jazz. it was not an any way predictable, but after it's honeymoon, it was just another reading, with just some more poets. then Tom Blood came in.

he took the stage in an awkward manner, spoke in stuttered phrasing, moved in a robotic fashion, stepping around the stage as if in some sort of line dance induced haze and spouted the most provocative and surreal poetry that i have ever heard. he was captivating, from all points. performance, voice, and he was reading what i can only describe as true poetry. no pandering. no cliche. just simple, fucked up truth. i was amazed, and still am to this day. i asked Tom for a book, and he gave me a short stack of papers clipped together with an industrial paper clip. the cover had two green velvet dots on it. no words. i asked him what the title was and he looked at me sincerely and said..."two dots". okay.

the book was passed from friend to friend for months and every person exclaimed the founding of a portland genius. then tom seemingly disappeared. i never heard much from him. then, about two years later i find that tom blood has a new book, the sky position, published by marriage records. there is a call for reviews so i contact marriage, with much excitement, in hopes of reviewing this book. they send me a copy of the book with it's cdr companion, and this is where a journey began. here it is in short:

i began reading dylan thomas when i was roughly 12 years old. the film dead poets society was my introduction and the darkness of do not go gentle into that good night grabbed my chubby ass like priest during lent. beyond that poem, though, thomas left me lost, clamoring for understanding in a sea of thick metaphor. of course i would quote him and pretend i knew what poetry was, but truly i only knew the words. then, 15 years later, i am reading through a collected thomas edition, and it clicks. i stand up and grab angela exclaiming, "I GET IT, I GET DYLAN THOMAS!" here is a lifetime worth of work, why then it would take me any less than 16 years to get it. james joyce said of finnegan's wake, "it took me twelve years to write it, it should take you twelve years to read it." exactly jimmy. so now here i am holding tom blood's new book. an expert on dylan thomas, wink wink, i should understand any poetry at first read.

no.

again, no no no.

this book has plagued me for a year now, looming over my bookshelf as a constant reminder of my poetic inadequacies. it is my raven, repeating "you're a moron" in lieu of "nevermore". i had tried to listen to the cd, in my home, alone, no distractions, and still nothing. a lot of people would have written it off and moved on, but i am not a lot of people, no, i am a compulsive asshole who will not be bullied by any literature. bring it on "the cantos of ezra pound", you wordy prick, i am ready for you!

so today i decide to break from my studio and take a walk to the cafe. cafes make me think of portland so i go to grab a poetry book, because poetry also makes me think of portland, and there it is, louder than ever "YOU'RE A MORON, YOU'RE A MORON!" tom blood's sky position is challenging me. so i grab it and decide too to take the cd in my walkman. i step out and press play and begin the best walk i have taken in years.

this is true poetry, and i get it. my "short passage through the mechanical universe" is in motion. blood, a traveller, frequent pedestrian, is really just taking notes as he moves through the day. it makes sense now. i swear, it made me feel that i have been walking with my eyes closed for a very long time when i heard him reading these words. i used to see like this daily. it used to be my life, to observe, and beyond observe, test the waters of daily life. take note of the telephone poles and their obesity. so i reread the book in a very short time when i got to the cafe. the poems are powerful in that they assume no authority, the assume no power over life. it is simply tom's way of saying, "i am watching, and fucking closely, and i am telling everyone, world!"

i would recommend to any lover of poetry and/or challenges, to order a copy today. order two and gift one to somebody in need of a reminder that the world exists outside of text messages and myspace. tom blood has put together a grand mystery and i have unriddled his tongue. you can order a copy here.

Monday, October 22, 2007

bob dylan: iconoclast h. christ

so i went to pearly gates and found the bolts rusted. seeing bob dylan is an experience, sure, but i am not sure what was learned. let me put this into context.
a friend of angela and myself gave us two tickets to see elvis costello and bob dylan at the fox theater in st. louis on monday night. fucking rad! i wanted to see this show but the tickets were a little pricey and the show sold out very quickly. but, the cosmos looked out and gave us admission. great. so we arrive at the theater, which is breathtakingly gorgeous, about ten minutes before the show starts which allowed for a cigarette and a little people watching. i was curious who would be there and if you could see a split in the fan base. not that costello and dylan have vast differences in fan population, but i was looking out for the mods there for elvis, and the poli-lits there for dylan. it was strange, the crowd was overwhelmingly normal looking. like christmas shoppers, or people at an airport. kids, parents, grandparents. all there for the same thing. granted it was a pretty caucasian audience, but this is middle america right? what can i expect.

we find our seats, with help from a geriatric usher who looks as if they could have built this fucking theater, and squeeze in to our seats. amos lee was on stage and i as happy to see he was opening because i had never heard him before but had heard good things. his group was phenomenal. folk, blues, soul, country, it was all there being lead by this jeff buckley meets curtis mayfield in a fistfight with joe cocker. it was perfect. he played for about 45 minutes and i was very impressed. very. then the stage was cleared and out comes a rack of five acoustic guitars and a small practice amp. seriously the amp was maybe 100 watts. i turn to angela and ask where the piano is. no piano. expecting elvis costello, solo, to be mostly balladeerish renditions of his pop catalogue, and possibly some of his jazz songs he recorded a few years back, actually he topped the jazz charts, the pop charts and the indie charts at the same time that year, a feat not achieved since miles davis. but here it was, just guitars. okay. then the man walked out. classic black suit, and the signature buddy hollies. it was on. he was placing solo, on an acoustic, but i swear he had an invisible british soul band behind him and he was wailing a gretsch. pure rock and roll energy. you could tell he truly loved being there that night. he loves music, the crowd loves music, he loves the crowd. it was a good performance, full of bows and jokes and political commentary. people seem to forget or overlook just how much politics is masked within his music. it seems like snotty pop rock but the lyrics are angry and desperate. he reminded me of that fact. then with a gracious bow and wave, he was gone.
then comes dylan. full band, three guitars, bass, drums, keyboards, and more leather than a gay bar in 77. the first song rocks into a slightly recognizable riff, but it is a little off. the sound is bad and the musicians aren't tight. who cares though, it's dylan. then he begins to sing...well, let me rephrase, he speaks the lyrics over the music. the problem was, you couldn't understand a thing he said. the reason i love dylan is the lyrics, and they are gone, fallen into the mash of bad country music. so if the lyrics are gone, and the music is bad, why are people cheering?

it is simple. dylan is an icon, says the man next to me. well, sure, but an icon of music, and this is horrible. it just seems like he doesn't care. if not, then why do it. he doesn't need the money. is he trying to kill his image. possibly, but these people won't let it die. they clap like fucking seals for fish after every song. he is either laughing to himself or crying. i can't decide.

will work to avoid working

push play on this video and listen while you read this post

ding dong the wac is dead. yes, after exactly one year of being in the "warehouse" i am now moved out. in fact, all of us are moved out. thursday night, we received notice that we had 24 hours to vacate the premises, everything that remained would be thrown into dumpsters. this was at 9 pm and quite unexpected, being that i had not been to the warehouse in a few weeks. it was just dumb luck that i was there that night, working on a show smithey and i are collaborating on this week.
apparently, the lease holder of the warehouse had notice for months to be out of the space, and being the case, decided to no longer pay rent, nor inform the artists whose belongings took up about 3000 sq ft, and still he remained, his belongings untouched. either defiant or apathetic, he takes the cake in the realm of poor business ethics.

we, the wac artists, came together though, in a rough and tumble night, not so different from any other night at the wac when an event is at hand, and pulled together to "save the good silverware" if you will. it was nice to be in the warehouse with a majority of the artists at one time again. we had moments of nostalgia, fueled by the adrenaline of the imposing hand of doom that periodically spanked our melancholic asses into gear. we shared a lot in that space, as artists, as friends, as people. i found it quite apropos that we started with a fury and ended in similar fashion. maybe this is what artists really need today, a sense of urgency.

we need to feel that pressing force around us, telling us it cannot work, and we need vindication. we are a group of odd kids, most whose childhood was not so full of innocent endeavors, and this art world is a world that heralds the innocence of color. the joy that centers itself around the playful tendencies of creation. we bask in that glow and we are suddenly okay. we seem to forget that, i think. at least i do. i forget when i am puzzling over brush size and metaphor that i am simply fucking painting. i am doing what third graders do every day between recess and show and tell. i am allowed to play here. that is why i don't clock in. that is why i no longer carry a resume around with me. it is because i can play. and i am damn good at playing when i want to be. it is not always this way though.

most days i sit in my studio, chain smoke marlboro 27's, listen to curtis mayfield or the refused, and ask myself if anyone gives a shit, or if they should. my only consolation is that i give a shit, and my family gives a shit, and my daughter says it is "bootifull daddy" and if that is the case then there must be others out there who feel that too. right? if it is sincere, then people will connect. in fact, i would wager that the only time people can truly connect is when they find the sincerity. it is tough to be sincere when you feel that your voice is a forgery, but you have to know sometimes it doesn't feel that way, and that is what i do this for. because sometimes, i am dancing in that studio and i am singing out loud, and sometimes it just feels right.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

it's not every day

i went, today, to the foundry arts centre in saint charles to see and review two shows. first being the quilt national show, which i could not view as it cost $6 to enter, and i did not have $6. secondly to further see don draper's show in the smaller gallery, named the ameristar gallery after ameristar casino donated funding to the arts center in a bid to clean up the name of ameristar as being one of the most evil places in missouri. no politics in this post though.

don's show, called every day ware, is a wonderful example of the true craftsman. don, a student at lindenwood university, has been an artist of some sort for years. he instructs students in the photography department and the clay department of lindenwood, is a full time member of the clay co-op at the foundry, a member of the w.a.c. and a free lance wedding photographer. the man is busy.
every day ware consists of items that one would use in their homes as a functional tool, plates, tea bowls, vases. they make no bold statement at first view. no commentary on the struggles of humanity. at first view. however, if you consider what the artist has done, as far as pricing, use of space, and sacrifice of time, there is a great statement, a proclamation in fact, to the art world , to get over yourself. don has chosen to pull in the reigns on conceptual work, and create useful products at a price that most can afford. he is returning to the roots of earthenware. the functional purpose of pottery, while still managing to show a great deal of artistic flare in his execution. pieces with names like plate 1 and plate 2, bottle neck vase, and tea bowls, leave no room for pompous interjection. they are called what they are. however, when looking into the subtleties of bottle neck vase, and moving your eye across the pocked, cracked skin, into the color changes of glazes, i found myself moved. here i am looking at an unassuming vase, and my mind is racing through my personal history. looking deeper into the cracked veneer of this clay pot, i was humbled. the subtle brushstrokes that show in dark amber vase, another piece in the show, beg your eyes for further inspection. the quirkiness of square orange vase, the prejudiced imperfections of the sake bottles, relating themselves to scars and age, the kanji-esque glaze on plates 1 and 2, allowing for a familiarity, even though i do not speak japanese, all elements that made me wish i didn't see a thousand red dots on every wall. i did not count the number of pieces sold, but i know it was greater than the number that didn't sell.

don draper has succeeded. he has created a product that is infinitely more compelling than most standard dishware, and less self aware than most "artistic" pottery. he has returned to his lineage of potters for purpose, not for profit. he has truly succeeded.

as soon as i get my hands on a camera, i will be posting pics of all of these pieces, but in the meantime, if you live in missouri, you have until the 26th of october to get to the foundry arts centre, in saint charles, to see this show. do it.

Tuesday, October 16, 2007

"poetry about poetry is conterfeit poetry" - ferlinghetti


so i just picked up ferlinghetti's latest book, poetry as insurgent art 2007 New Directions clothbound, at left bank books. the price was low, 12.95 for a first pressing hardback poetry book, and the size is in line with ferlinghetti's pocket poets collection he publishes under city lights. i am not sure what i was expecting, as i am never sure what to expect with ferlinghetti's work. he has made it all. poems, plays, journals, paintings, drawings, novels, and i have consumed most with the fervor of a fat kid at an eating contest. this book turned out to be in the same realm, only a little different. let me explain.

it comes in at just under 100 pages, and written in ferlinghetti's signature short line/long breath fashion. consumable. however this seems to be a re-iteration of the definition of poetry, not so much a poem. i say that tenderly as i respect ferlinghetti for his life long pursuit in writing this still unfinished book, but all respect has a level of questioning involved. is this a reminder to the slam filled, safe poetry that has come to light as of late in the mass mind that poetry simply is a suggestion to live. it is not in the face of death as a polite conversation, it is a verbal assault at death's breakfast nook. he (ferlinghetti) seems to announce and renounce his own beliefs,in a whitmanesque yawp, "do i contradict myself? very well, i contradict myself". he reminds us to listen to our own brains and from the sounds that jumble in them, create a song. if there is no sound, buddistically pronounce a grand ohm to the rhythm of the running toilets of our collective conscience. just create a sound.
basil bunting professed that "all poetry is a sound". ferlinghetti says sing. i say buy it from a local bookstore and deduce for yourself. i was quite happy to have populist manifesto in print once again, both #1 and #2 side by side for, what i believe is the first time. it is well worth the 13 bucks.
it takes me back to the time, about four years ago, that i packed up a bag of notebooks, chapbooks of friends' infinite prayers, an old hat and a can of tuna, had angela drop me at the rest stop outside of portland oregon and headed down to san francisco with the intention of meeting ferlinghetti. there is a great telling of the story on a blog of a friend i made on that hitch-hiking excursion, here. i succeeded and to this day, when i am feeling a little lost, i turn off and picture his eyes looking at me, like two marbles in a mudpuddle, rolling in the ecstatic glee that is poetry, telling me that this life is enough for any one man to go mad. just decide if you are angry mad, or crazy mad, and know that while anger is a gift, crazy is a weapon.

Monday, October 15, 2007

say goodbye to freedom fries

it has been a few days since my last post. this is for a few reasons, first being the internet connection i am "borrowing" from the hospital has been down, second being the death that i caught in my lungs this weekend. having been sick this weekend i have had time to reflect on a few thoughts in between coughs and secret nosewipes under the cushion of my couch. i got to spend some time with my friend and family member damien hugo on saturday evening. now, damien is french, not in the way every white kid was irish after house of pain came out, but french french. born and raised in france. he has good incite on working america versus france and even more specifically in the business sector. damien works a desk job, dealing with computers, what, i do not know, but that is enough of a background to know that he sits in a cubicle for 8-10 hours a day, listening to gibberish from bosses and complaints from co-workers. he likes his job, though. maybe not his work environment, but he likes what he does. he has a laundry list of comparisons to the american work ethic versus that in france. he says though, that it is becoming a rapidly decreasing distance betwixt the two. and not so much towards the better side.

one thing damien said to me was in concern to health care and how he never feared getting sick in france, if even unemployed or underemployed, he had health care no questions asked. now here i sit, unemployed, a block away from a hospital that unwittingly gives me wifi, and sick as a motherfuck. meaning i can't properly take care of my kids or even play with them. i can't go to my garage to paint, or work on getting any commissioned jobs. i can't even allow my wife time to work on her craft, which is also a form of income for our family. all for the cost of a few pills, i could be working and functioning at a regular rate, but because of our system, i am here, on my porch, hacking out lung pieces while this crazy frenchman tells me how fucked up it is that i am doing this. it got me thinking about my father.

my father has been an undereducated, overworked steelworker for all of his life. since the age of fifteen he has work for huge companies that have repeatedly sold out to foreign companies to save on labour, to dodge environmental policies, etc. he has no real job security but the loyalty of a house slave. "look boss, OUR house is burning!" he recently had a heart attack which, of course, left him out of work. he works, and has worked for fifteen years, for a company called rebsco, inc. rebsco recently cut insurance for all full time employees without proper notification. so my father was fucked. for six weeks he worried over whether or not he could even go back to work in his condition, but with no insurance, he could not afford the proper medication to help him recover. suffice to say, when the doctor gave his omniscient nod for my father to return to work, he went right back to rebsco. why?

why do we continue to place ourselves into the position to be fucked by these multibillionaires? starbucks puts local coffee shops out of business, so we keep going to starbucks. walmart hires thousands of employees at minimum wage, puts locally owned businesses on the skids, and still we flock there. my father still works for the same company that undoubtedly led to his heart failure at age 57 and still he clocks in every day, six days a week, not earning enough to withhold savings in case of a medical emergency. america, you have whored out your children long enough. they are slipping into alleyways of destitution and your casinos sell promise of escape, on arm pull at a time. where have all the ginsbergs gone? where is our chomsky? our che? our fidel? i need a lozenge america, you have run my throat dry.

Thursday, October 11, 2007

thoughts on style

so yesterday was unproductive, artistically. i did have a meeting last night with stella perkins and zack smithey, two saint charles artists with whom i share a great ambition to become better artists. stella's greatest work, in my opinion, is her ability to convey femininity without a hint of the weakness that society has tended to place upon it. she excels, especially, in woodcuts. she can show the strength of being a women without the appearance of being a victim of a male-dominated culture, while at the same time allowing her figures to have grace and beauty.
zack seems to be a budding renaissance man, running the gambit from sculptural to textural and painting, crossing borders and never seeming to adhere to a particular style for too long. both artists have great ideas and we have decided to collaborate on work for a while, doing group shows and working on an installation that, if achieved, will be a full experience for the viewers but more-so for us as artists. i would like to touch on style for a moment and it's place in contemporary art.
style is both a doorway and a trapdoor at the same time, especially in a consumerist society that seems to be more impressed by logos and branding than by process or product. an artist gains notoriety for having a particular style, or a unique spin on the current trends in art and culture, but after a period of time, that style becomes passe and spent, and the work is said to repeat itself. now, there have been artists whose entire career was used on this notion. warhol for example used repetition and plagiarism as a form of art, which, in his time, was a valid commentary on the art world. he seemed to have been playing a joke on high society. the punchline was a bullet from a radical protege and popularity that led to a patriarch with warhol himself on the throne. am i saying that at a point warhol ceased to create art and started creating product? yes and no. yes he created product, but in a product based society, wouldn't the creation and mass reproduction of a product be art. is art a reflection of it's surroundings or is it the maker of it's own bed?

another example that comes to mind is motherwell, i.e. elegies to the spanish republic. for forty some years, motherwell used the same motif, more or less, and created 170 plus pictures with the title "elegy to the spanish republic. did he get locked in a movement of his own hand that led to this repitition? maybe he felt he never quite achieved the perfect composition. relying partially on chance, by use of large expressive brush strokes, allowing the drip to be used, and left to the mercy of his media, motherwell exhausted himself on the idea of large black formations, similar in aesthetics to sumi art of the orient. i don't think i have ever heard or read in any criticism that motherwell was a has-been for repainting the same picture. however, that seems to be a buzz word in contemporary circles.

as an unknown artist, still struggling to develop a voice of my own, i am constantly at battle over whether or not the current picture resembles too much of the later work. i seem to hinder my own output by questioning the brushstrokes. i hate this part of the process. i want to be able to simply create without the worries of self critique. argumentatively, i need to be working to build a portfolio so as to achieve higher accolades thereby allowing me the freedom to create more. a constant struggle of ethics, ego, and necessity.

francis bacon, willem de kooning, robert rauschenberg, picasso, diego rivera, all had distinct style to their work. i happen to love their work. why then am i afraid of style?

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

the shame of inspiration

so, many artists i know, or at least talk to, have torn judgements on the appearance of an artist's direct influences. some despise the give-in comparison of their work to a former master, be it picasso, basquiat, matisse, de kooning, while at the same time show no remorse in the blatant use of the tools these artists have given them. fuck that. to deny your history is to have no future.

if one were to view my work, they would instantly see my inheritances. i study the work of the aforementioned artists in depth, and by matter of course, their influence is directly noted. is there a musician alive today that has not heard the beatles? coltrane? dolly parton? doubted. and because they write a pop song in C, are they then merely a knock-off of some unattainable original sound? no.

as an artist, it is my job to connect to an idea and convey that idea to the best of my ability. i will make use of wildly popular images as well as extremely personal ones to convey a feeling that i have pertaining to that subject. this is what we do as humans, we co-opt ideas. we use colors to portray objects, just like every other artist. we use lines to define objects, but matisse is the master of line right? so it is done, move on. rothko mastered color, right, no more color. picasso mastered ego, so please start hating yourself. pollock popularized the chaos of drips, so watch your brushes! absurd.

there are art students who spend thousands of dollars and countless hours studying vermeer, only to graduate with a student show of mock outsider art. why? why should we study a technique only to abandon it completely in the name of originality? now is when you say, "well to break the rules, you have to know them". what rules, whose rules, when rules? i will say that the only rule is, metallica fucking rules! the rest of it is for jealousy and judgment. i hope this spell check is working.

you can see by my face that i look like my mother and my father, just as well, you can see in my work that i learned from my predecessors. i do not study michelangelo, i have no interest. the door he opened lead to picasso, matisse, and de kooning, who then opened doors for rauschenberg, johns, and basquiat, who in turn opened doors for me. i am not ashamed to say that the first person i recognized as a poet is jim morrison,(come on you lit fags, jump my shit about that), but it is truth. just as the first painter i connected with on a visceral level was basquiat. i will not out-grow these loves. i hope to one day develop a voice that is clear and inspirational, but i refuse to deny my father(s).

somebody blew up america

amiri baraka (leroi jones) reads Somebody Blew Up America. this is one of the most controversial poems in the last fifty years, possibly since Ginsberg's Howl. Baraka was the recipient of the honor of poet laureate of new jersey until this poem caused a stir over four lines that infer that israel may have had something to do with the 9/11 bombings. baraka, a socialist/communist, was viewed as an anti-semite. now i ask you, is being questioning and critical of a world power inherently anti-semetic just because the people of that nation state are jews? he does not once blame jewish people or culture, in fact he blames no one but poses questions that were on the minds of many people at the time following the "attack". is it possible that an outspoken black nationalist, communist, and leader of working class people has been targeted by media in a plan to discredit him? well, it worked. the governor of new jersey asked for baraka's resignation. when baraka denied this request, the gov then tried to have baraka dis-honored. meaning he would strip baraka of the title. this having no precedence, he was unable to dethrone baraka, he decided to disband the poet laureate program altogether, leaving new jersey as the only u.s. state without a poet laureate.
i spoke to baraka recently, and asked him of the charges of anti-semitism. he told me that he does not have any disdain or hatred of jews, that this claim is ridiculous but expected from those in power. whether or not you believe him to anti-semitic, the poem is great and raises a lot of valid feelings. ezra pound, largely considered america's greatest poet, was a self proclaimed anti-semite, and still we teach him in our schools and herald his poetry to be of the greatest verse penned in the english language. i wonder if we would feel the same if pound were black.

book review: DeKooning: An American Master


de Kooning is the epitome of the american artist. an immigrant to this country, he went on from poverty and anonymity to become the 20th century american master. his influence is felt in nearly every media of art today, from painting to sculpture, he is often called the american matisse. the book follows de kooning from life to death, hitting on all key parts of his life.
the great thing is the amount of background you receive, not just on de kooning but on gorky, rothko, pollock, and other artists of the abstract expressionist movement. stevens and swan leave no holes in the history. i became so attached to the characters that i found myself crying at their sometimes tragic deaths and rejoicing with their achievements.
the book is a good read in length, and large enough in size to make you look fucking smart. harry potter ain't got shit on me, so take that you fifth grade bastard, i can read big books too.
the price is a little steep but being that it garnered so many awards, every library in the country has access to it.
while reading it, i became part of a hap hazard book club, by this i mean that two other friends, who are also artists, were drawn to read the book. we would call each other at pivotal moments, asking first what page the other is on, not spoil anything, and discuss, sometimes at length, what is happening in the story. there have been few books that i have read that have gotten the attention of my friends as much as this one. it changed the way we paint, the way we think about art, view art, critique and interact with one another as artists. it laid a bit of the groundwork for the now defunct WAC. after finishing the book, i made the decision to become what could be called a career artist. this simply means that i define myself as an artist AND act on that definition. working on jobs that i don't always enjoy but do so because they are artistic ventures and any day getting paid to paint is better than a day at the office, or factory for that matter. i can feel the burden that i think a lot of artists have felt. two kids, a wife, bills, and no steady source of income. but if perseverance pays off at all, then the outcrop is well worth the harvest.

Monday, October 8, 2007

new piece

i found this fence in the alley behind my garage.
freedom for wolves - spraypaint, latex, ink and gesso
on found object. approx. 6' x 9' amen.
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blah blah blah and a cha cha


myself and a bunch of jazz dudes at the bowery poetry club in NY.
the reading was at a buffalo poets gathering they do once a month.
MOOSE!

the garage

so i moved recently from a 14,000 sq. ft. open space, to a small garage in my back yard. this move has changed not only the way i work, but the also the way in which i conduct the process. let me explain.
when i had the warehouse, i could move freely about, leaving in my wake a mess of materials. this lent to having multiple projects left unfinished and a veritable ocean of trash in my studio. now i have a garage just large enough to work on one piece at a time, and many times in the process of that piece i find myself cleaning. cleaning is a good thing.

in the fifteen minutes i take to clean and smoke, i can clear my brain of all of the bullshit that clogs it up while i work on a particular piece. are the lines strong? does this make sense? is it sell-able? is that a nipple? you know, garbage. i find that my newer stuff s really quite a bit more clear. less influenced by immediate surroundings (being that there are no surroundings). now if i can conquer the personal demons of my own art history, i might be able to produce something sincere.

on the breath of death


well i guess it is becoming official. i am now an artist alone. i recently started an art collective with a group of other artists in the saint charles missouri area, that seems to have died at birth. so i moved into my garage. not a new story. artists of all types that i have encountered, be they musicians, poets or painters, all have a knack for self destruction. why? are we ingrained with a hatred of individualism that is so deep that it of course lends to self hatred? is it jealousy that develops amongst artists that causes us to separate into knitting circle fashion and destroy all threads of our common fabric? are we just not ready for socialism and all that it offers and costs? whatever it is, it is nothing new, and that is also what it allows. nothing new.
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