“In any case, serious authors are more or less banned from American TV. Day in and day out, you’ll see a teeming lineup of shouters, schmoozers, unctuous bullshiters and apologists, but never a serious writer. Athletes of all levels are endlessly interviewed, but never a serious thinker and crafter of language. Americans want words from everybody but their wordsmiths.”
-Linh Dinh
“My Name is Oscar”
-Ambrose Akinmusire (instrumental, from the cd “When the Heart Emerges Glistening”)
isn’t it the standard
to keep us poor –
to keep us confused
about what we are living and dying for?
if it wasn’t for the poor
who would we look down on
who would we easily beat up
who would be readily available to frown on?
we are either rich
or we are poor –
the rest of us are just the proverbial pivot
under an endless see-saw
you can buy people
you can buy perceptions
you can buy brains
you can buy erections and elections
when politicians threw full-employment legislation
out of the window
that’s when you became an abandoned vehicle
for the fascists to tow
hacked, smacked, cracked, and whacked
the rich media can afford to do anything with the facts
masters of divide and rule have well honed palettes –
whites, reds, yellows, browns, and blacks
people-fodder
is what fucked-up mortals need
to keep feeding their war machines
with pre-packaged, freshly cut human meat
rich, avaricious, parsimonious niggards
rule countries and economies
deceive people and lessen economic opportunities
thus, the same cycles of stupidity and manifest destiny
August 10th, 2011
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a great bard lived here
of a different age and space
tho we face
a similar financial disgrace
but, indeed
a noble structure
which should be honored
as a marker of our culture
this is where you strived
and finally rested
not the places
where you just merely existed
there is a spirit here
that bellows and breathes
like the large green tomato plant in the rear –
a small garden, absent of weeds
(the Edgar Allen Poe House, a block-and-a-half from where i reside. Baltimore City has cut its annual support last year.)
August 8th, 2011
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“And any man who knows a thing knows
He knows not a damn, damn thing at all
And every time I felt the hurt
And I felt the givin’ gettin’ me up off the wall . . .
How did Mandela get the will to surpass the everyday
When injustice had him caged and trapped in every way?
How did Gandhi ever withstand the hunger strikes and all?
Didn’t do it to gain power or money if I recall ”
-K’naan (Take A Minute)
stop dragging us
into your wars
your dust
your wounds and pus
human
mental illness
i want to be free
from your war world mentality
i want to be free
from your world war brainwashing industry
the entire nation of amerrykkka
that you thought you had come to know
is nothing more than the back yard
of Phillip Garrido
we need more farmers
not more soldiers
we need more healers
not more rapists and murderers
swords into plowshares
pens and instruments for art wares
what i imagine
is far beyond these war world dimensions
August 1st, 2011
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“Logs water soaked in the stream of conviction”
-William Parker (Soledad)
“We can play the money game
greedgame, power game, stay insane
lost in the cell, in this hell
slave to the rhythm of the corporate prison”
-Grace Jones (Corporate Cannibal)
nothing is of value to a demon
unless it serves the demon
nothing is free
to a demon, you see
nothing is free
you see you see
phil donahue cenk uygur food for
network microwave con-sins-us-monsters
mind-maggots eat our bodies fresh out of dumpsters
dumb-sters, we is, appliance heads, no memory
cameras follow yo starts and stops smells yo farts
programmed bots reveal panty spots unconnected dots is we is we
mau mau forgotten know-how mai mai dead bling bleeding diamonds
disposable innocents mine big-time coltan
no food water thirst while the rich overfill cups
murdering the planet so that heathens can dress up
something of value?
nothing is free
to a demon, you see
nothing is free
you see you see
August 1st, 2011
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“So not only have the standards of business been corrupted by the love of money, but also one of the most powerful and sensitive centers of power in our government, the Justice Department, has been compromised in the service of greed.”
-David Cay Johnston (from his book Free Lunch)
you –
all-powerful cowards
afraid
to share your names
playing the same
hypocritical, erotic, exotic, esoteric games
allowing your world
to go up in flames
because you’ve been so fucked-up
by the fiends of fantasy, fortune, and fame
as you hide your faces in fear or shame
i will write
my pain
the truth
is all to gain
too many
have been senselessly slain
your world is shit
because you are shit
sniffing in the shadows
like dogs taught to fetch or sit
open the consciousness
shed the garments of ignorance
explore the permeable shield of love
heaven is more than a temporal existence
a different eye
challenges vision
nurtures expansion
discovers perceptions
opens new dimensions
August 1st, 2011
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