No I ain’t felt good in weeks.
And now it seems
it’s these chinese cheeks.
that’s passing you by
as the money speaks,
what the Mummy seeks.
Never crossing your
separated by maths,
No, I ain’t felt good in weeks,
And look at these parquet pleats
Raw poundage of satirized meat
I’m beginning to sneak
Make the weak feel weak
The cheat feels free to wanna
Seek no wonder that there’s wander
I shouldn’t neglect to mention that I always make a habit of disaffiliation from the Party whenever I vote in the “primaries”.
The Democrat and Republican Parties amount to an undemocratic two-Party system that I choose to participate in when it is time to vote insofar as my vote matters slightly more during primary season. However, I do not identify with the Democratic Party and I always fill out the form we have in Rhode Island officially Parting ways with the Party(voting for a Democrat or Republican officially registers your name as being a member of said party)
The reason I fill out this additional form is the same reason I vote. I want to send a message to the powers that be. My “voice” will most likely be “heard” about as loudly as the economic trickle ever gets felt by the masses if they ever do get splashed down in the lower classes. But I guess when it comes to citizenship I’m a blowhard, always exercising my opinion whether or not anybody is listening(or can hear me).
Try to David Bowie
My avatar needs redraw
I got a duplex brain.
One side sees straight,
Sees simple, moves freely.
Side B sees two sides,
And then guesses again
‘n’ goes against
Some people are getting all excited about a macho douchebag who says he don’t talk politically correct.
Folks are gathering in groups at “political” rallies yelling words like “faggot”, even resorting to violence if anyone in attendance is in need of censorship.
It’s a changing world out there and some of us don’t suffer it gracefully. They wanna Make ‘Murica Great ‘Gain.
They haven’t looked at themselves lately. Not in the mirror, they haven’t really thought about it. Its like when a vicious dog goes into the red zone. It doesn’t matter any more what it was that pissed him off. He is a machine now and he’s programmed to get his taste of blood. Oh yeah and he can’t be turned off.
Arguing is futile but fighting is necessary. Are we armed? Do we know how to fight? How do we become water and douse this hateful bonfire? How can ever we get everyone’s attention onto something positive and useful, like maybe the planet or our children?
The answer probably doesn’t lie within the chant of “Feel The Bern”, ‘though I do feel that itch. But if not him, then whom? If not now, then when? If not this, then how?
I feel strongly about the fact that Bernie Sanders is the only candidate for President(this cycle) who could possibly incite some real change. It isn’t often you can find anything really ‘worthy of a cause’ in Presidential politics. Sure it is fun to draw your lines and pontificate and debate about who is a better politician, etc…
But these politicians are always very politicianny. They are sleazy, phony, mysterious and out of touch.
Certainly one is a little better than the other but really, who gives a shit? Presidents dictate many policy decisions, but it doesn’t make much of a difference for which of the 2 parties they work. Tax code will vary a few points, the military will go to war with one country or another country depending on party. We’ll still be at war. Our economy will still be BROKEn. We will still be living in a bizarre white supremacist, fascist United States controlled by secretive Oligarchs loyal to no country, not even loyal to our home planet Earth!
Many of these things will stay the same at first. If Bernie is elected he will experience a huge backlash. He won’t get anything through congress. But this will also lead to enormous excitement. Young people in this country will feel politically relevant and stay interested. The next congressional election will swing further to the “left”. The Democratic Party could be reformed!
Clinton represents millions of black citizens serving unreasonable prison sentences.
Clinton represents the rich getting richer and the poor still stuck, dying younger and living with no hope, only delusion.
Clinton is an expert politician who knows how to dance and cowtow to these few Oligarchs who are not smart enough(or a little too sociopathic) to care about saving our planet and the survival of our species.
Bernie takes no quarter from the Big Donors.
Bernie has a track record of consistency. He is what he is. Hillary isn’t what she says she is.
I believe health care is indeed a right. I don’t understand people who say we can’t have free health care here like we do in other modern civilized countries in Europe and North America. Why not?
It shouldn’t be really be considered news to learn that Patti Smith is a talented writer. She has always been the poet-who-rocks more so than just another famous rock singer/musician. “Jesus died for somebody’s sins but not mine”, is a string of words that would have sounded impressive coming out of anyone’s mouth. It seems quite a bonus that she could also possess such a potent and unique singing voice.
Coming from a background of writing mostly poetry and lyrics, her prose is not overly verbose. It’s concise, to the point, not necessarily poetry, but still lovely and lean. This story is a slice of her own life, beginning at her birth but seen mostly through the lense of her ever evolving and yet ever rewarding relationship with the artist Robert Maplethorpe. We learn plenty about Robert, but more about Patti’s own coming of age as an artist and poet who also happens to have a band.
Patti yearns for a personal experience that signifies some kind of spiritual milestone that is elusive and mysteriously connected to Arthur Rimbaud. Periodically, this goalpost abruptly changes and updates as she deepens her worldly wisdom and seems destined to completes her task. Along her travels, Mrs. Smith religiously carries a copy of Rimbaud’s “Illuminations” a dizzying, mysterious collection which can be read in any order and offers a vivid spiritual defense of the life of a poet via poetry.
Robert Maplethorpe’s images used to intimidate me as a child to say the very least. I certainly held respect for them, but would not dare stand close to them with their strictness. Patti and Robert found and became themselves during these formative years, although Mrs. Smith professes that Robert was a completely realized artist when she first met him. Their work is not at all similar, yet it’s wonderfully complementary. Maplethorpe produced album covers, and educated Patti about the need to embody her work physically. Theirs is a friendship born out of sheer coincidence that continues to grow overtime and with this book it outlives death.
It is an unfortunate connotation that comes to mind when I imagine “feeling the Bern”. But everything with potential good must also have its negative side. A virus has come to symbolize the nation’s first Socialist Democratic candidacy for President. Ironically, for the country, this “virus” might actually be beneficent.
I tend to see local political issues as the easiest to relate to. It is easy for me to see what I think is right in front of me, or across the street. Presidential politics seem to be purely symbolic, however in the digital age, we are now beginning to understand the power of symbols(advertising) on our lives. Anything that counters the deafening global “austerity” rhetoric is welcome locally.
Bernie’s campaign has shattered President Obama’s previous record for total # of individual campaign donations up to this point in history. Our democracy is so deeply troubled that normally, I am not sure there is any hope but Bernie’s campaign flies right in the face of that defeatist attitude. It seems to me that Bernie has caught steam from the #OccupyWallStreet movement and turned that into real political power. Now I too am feeling that warmth, that burn.
How did I catch this disease? I must have been doing something wrong. Was I sleeping with the wrong people? Yes! In fact I have been engaging in unsafe intercourse with corporations(are people) who’ve loved and left me, abused and seduced me and then “left me standing in the doorway crying. I got nothin’ to go back to now”. I find it more and more difficult to chase money and participate in such an unfair and corrupt system no matter how much I need to everyday. I am truly not sure that I can afford the $27 that is the average donation to Bernie’s campaign, so perhaps I’ll just shell out a few bucks. Feeling the Bern, but also itching.
Sokeo Ros’s magnum opus, now being performed at the Everett Company/Stage/School in Providence, RI is about perfect. It is not perfect in that there aren’t any imperfections. It is perfect in that it was physically impressive, emotionally moving and I came away feeling like I now know this man.
This is a personal story that flips abruptly back and forth between Sokeo’s parent’s experience in Cambodia and Thailand during the time of the Khmer Rouge and his struggles growing up in an impoverished neighborhood of Providence. There are modern touches like projections and innovative offstage narration, but the simplicity of the stage production is what is most striking. 90% of the show includes a stage with only Sokeo and 10 or 15 cardboard boxes that can apparently be used to represent people and specific environments.
Sokeo appears to be made of steel. His movements are shockingly powerful. You can feel his strength and skill as a dancer. The background dancers that come and go serve as a calming relief from the intensity of the story.
We follow Sokeo’s journey as he learns to suppress his emotions for self-preservation and then he learns again to shed real tears in public for basically the same purpose. Sokeo needs his production to be good, as does his theater group and his community. This is a story of an artist realizing himself through engrossing stories of strife, but also told with a sharp sense of humor.