ArtPolitik

Chance/Dance of Discourse

black hole

“Sun Ra left the planet
traveling in a pyramid
made of metal keys.”
-Jayne Cortez (States of Motion)

“It’s after
the end of the world,
don’t you know that yet?”
-Sun Ra

power
all desire
collapsing
folding in
upon itself

the clique
of movements
the managers
of people-motion
playing with words
playing with lives
games of the power struggle

the high
and the low
profit
from what exists
in the middle

from Cyclic Anarchy - copyright 1988 eric james/JahHannibal Abba-Ra
Published by Apathy Press Baltimore 1989

March 1st, 2010 Posted by jahhannibal | Commentary, Poetry, Spiritography, Uncarved Blog | no comments

empire disease

ruling factions
seek to control
classification
society loses its connection
with the truth of creativity
and Creation
time becomes a leash
people become shifts
and synthesized subjects
of a syndicated schedule
i am penalized
for lateness
i am pushed
kicked
and forced into a mold
that does not match my form
i am then called
“irresponsible”
for the insensitivity
of a non-feeling bureaucracy
who practice planet-murder
dictating a harmony
contrary to Nature

those who attach themselves
to the greater amount of material
are more susceptible
to greater sicknesses

whosoever inherits the thirst
for consumption and annihilation
inherits the strain
of the empire disease

-from Cyclic Anarchy
copyright 1988 eric james/JahHannibal Abba-Ra
published by Apathy Press Baltimore 1989

January 21st, 2010 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Art, Books, Poetry, Uncarved Blog | no comments

vampire machine (some will say anything)

“And from the base and crest of the myth
You can see like from an all revealing eye
The comparison symbol-blueprints of the truth . . . .”
-Sun Ra

credit-parasites
and credit-fascists
$tealing our info for profit
another form of identity theft
dealing in the dark
without our input
deserve to go down
and run out of town
in this faux-nation
that murders its people
because of an economic formulation
health care and welfare
based on a model of eating people
weakening human beings
to feed a vampire machine

charity
estabished upon tribal supremacy
is no remedy
for any sick society -
divides and destroys
a progressive family of humanity

some will say anything
and sell everything, including their souls
to keep us in fear
attempting to control our world

some will say anything
to enforce the lies they spin
to make you bow to their conditioning
until nothing is worthy of believing

ZOMBIES, UNFEELING
ZOMBIES, UNFEELING

some will say anything
as ethnic genocide involves nothing cleansing
thieves are thieves no matter what they are $tealing
morons never change: wars, weapons, and weeping

some will say anything
hating, redlining, redbaiting
hypocrites of religion and two-facing
perpetually pocketed in stereotyping

some will say anything
some will say anything
some will ever
say anything
to keep feeding
the VAMPIRE MACHINE

May 2nd, 2009 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Class, Community, Music, Poetry, Uncarved Blog | no comments

sometimes it snows in April

“Sometimes it Snows in April”
- Oz Noy

tiny pieces
of clouds slowly
descending
dancing
with gravity
melancholik contrast
of seasons
beautifully spreading
a crystal
carpet of white
accenting
everything reaching up
stretching forth
from the Earth

sounds and
tones
falling
from the sky
brings one
to song
inside
it is always warm
inside
it is always
warm

April 2nd, 2009 Posted by jahhannibal | Music, Poetry | no comments

write-fight

“What kind of culture names its federal police headquarters after a virulently racist, homophobic, closeted cross-dresser who was responsible for the deaths and/or ruined lives of thousands of men and women who dared to dream of a better world?”
-inga muscio

write and fight
it’s the right fight
through thought-process
Nature’s test
to survive
as civilized
to question history
and cultural slavery
for the continuity
of the liberation of humanity

write
and fight
it’s
the right fight

March 3rd, 2009 Posted by jahhannibal | Activism, Art, Poetry, Spiritography | no comments