To wit: notice how the following video allows you to feel, to imagine that war could have been…put back into the box (Pandora’s Box?). Inspired by Kurt Vonnegut’s Billy Pilgrim who saw war…in reverse.
Humans are artists, and have been for at least 40,000 years, painting cave walls, creating clay fetishes, decorating themselves and each other in the name not only of beauty, but even to mark ourselves as being part of a group, or tribe. Our art may have simply been conditioned out of too many of us over time as a non-serious pursuit for a variety of absurd reasons, but our inner artists are always available if prodded a mite. Recently I read of an artist who had explained to his five-year-old child that he worked at the nearby college teaching students to draw and to paint. He reported that that his daughter scrunched up her face a bit, considered his words for a few ticks and asked, ‘But daddy; how did they forget how to draw?’
It may have taken you the same ticks to remember back, back, back…that when you were young and held a paintbrush, some charcoal, some cool and soft clay, a drum, some bells…they were almost extensions of your hands, and your hands and senses created something with them. Later you may have even found your art acting as a mode of transcending your self in aid of an almost divine interconnectedness with other humans and the world. Time may have stood still for you in your inspired state.
Some artists create beauty, and want you to see the world in non-ordinary ways so that you might appreciate it even more. Others want you to simply feel what they feel, to understand the ironies and conflicts that are prevalent in their lives including their ‘stations’ in life, and allow you to know them and others like them. Maya Angelou once said:
‘I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.’
But I digress, and want to bring you back to thinking of the art that’s needed now: now, in these dark days of declining democracy, prosperity, and safety due the treachery and perfidy of our own government and the isolation from each other it’s causing purposely. Art may be the single most important force that’s able to shatter the carefully and cynically constructed mythology of present day ‘America the Beautiful and Exceptional, Long May Her Banner Wave’.
Just think of the excellent poetry, literature, fine arts and music that were created in past times of oppression and deprivation, as well as the marginalization of the inconvenient people whose welfare wasn’t even considered. Much of it expressed the pain, fear and rage of the times; sometimes alternate realities of gaiety and plenty. Some artists simply wished to record their own lives and perceptions as a gateway to reach others so they would know they weren’t alone, or present satirical looks at ‘the play’ of their day. Educational as all hell, often almost forcing us to see with new eyes, hear with new ears, and transcend our own rote and perhaps incurious thinking. To comprehend the disturbing, uncomfortable truths that far too many wish to avoid.
‘We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth, at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.’
~Pablo Picasso
We can only assume that he was speaking about visual arts he produced, as well as the late great Diego Rivera; this is ‘Frozen Assets’ from 1931-32, in which he entwined his known appreciation for New York vertical architecture with a potent critique on the city’s economic disparities and inequities.
One famous writer (Hemingway?) admonished us to always tell our own truths, or as close as we might know them…in every sentence we write, every story we tell, in order that others might hear the authenticity or even universality displayed, and feel the truth of it, even when what we write…hurts as we record it. And others remind us that expressing ourselves can indeed free us of the monsters and angels dwelling inside ourselves as the words, the brushstrokes, the song, the clay, the prose or poetry…because to communicate ourselves to others is of immense importance to many of us, and can be healing.
’All art is a kind of confession, more or less oblique. All artists, if they are to survive, are forced, at last, to tell the whole story; to vomit the anguish up.’
~ James Baldwin
Satire is an art form that Skewers the Lie on the way to the truth, both in the tradition of Jonathan Swift and one successor, Charles Davis, whose Drone Court Advantage is quite simply: a masterpiece. And there was also the inimitable cartoonist R.Cobb, one successor is Ted Rall, another is Tom Tomorrow. This one by R. Cobb from the past has shouted to us across time with its chillingly apt prediction.
Visual images, of course, are often short-hand for prose or poetry, and hit us before we’re able to put up our defenses, as in the case of the incisive Dada-esque Anthony Freda, whose outraged sensibilities give no quarter, as with ‘(Jerry) Sandusky’s New Job’.
When we think of oppression and suppression art, we now think of outdoor art, anywhere from sidewalk and wall chalk art to to graffiti artist extraordinaire Banksy (do peek in). And with a grateful hat tip to MyFDL’s hotflashcarol who told us of her friend Pancho’s current project; from their website:
“Pancho Pescador met Pablo Paredes, an Ecuadorian and Puerto rican war resister and organizer with 67 Suenos, a grassroots organization giving a voice to undocumented youth in San Francisco. This began a whirlwind relationship as they instantly began implementing a massive 30′ x 150′ mural on 9th St. between Mission St. and Market in downtown San Francisco.’
More of Pescador’s work can be seen here; his ‘Art Is the Weapon’ can be found here, and embodies the impetus for my post.
I confess to being grumpy about there seeming to be such a dearth of music that speaks to these times, and especially works toward a non-violent revolution, both sociopolitically and in increased Consciousness and Awakening. (Tom Morello just doesn’t cut it for me.) ;) It may be that I’ve just simply gotten too old to appreciate what might be going on with the hip-hop, ska, etc. music to know, as with some of these choices for the free downloadable Volume 1 of ‘Idle No More Songs for Life’; it’s hard for me not to prefer the Indigenous music of the Turtle Island hand drums, rattles, and song.
Even though we keep harkening back to the sixties for protest songs, there of course folks cranking it out with passion, brilliance and risk like Boots Riley and the Coup’s ‘We Got the Guillotine’ or any of the poetry set to music by the incomparable truth-telling Santee Sioux John Trudell; his bio is here.
And we need more and more music that speaks the truth! More art of all kinds, be it poetry, painted, drawn, cartooned, blogged, wall-muraled, written as editorials; remember: we are all artists at our cores; all we need to do is … remember when we used to be naturally …
We could even create an Xtranormal video like ‘Quantitative Easing Explained,’ that tells so much Truth humorously that it goes viral (instruction page), or call out war and corrupt and fraudulent capitalism for what it has wrought. We can keep diaries of life as we experience it, refuse to participate in the machine as we’re able, and encourage others to do the same. We can make our lives count by refusing the values that the media-entertainment complex has constructed in some dangling holographic bubble of fog that is simply: A LIE whose purpose is to line the coffers of the uber-wealthy who now own our government and have designed a massive security state to quash the dissent they know will only increase as times get worse for us…and more of us Wake Up and Rise Up!
“The thought of heaven, a perennial state of mind, a cheerful conception of what might be in life, in art (if not death), may yet save our suicidally inclined race — if only because heaven is as various as there are men in the world who dream of it, and writers to evoke that dream. One recalls Constantine (to refer again to the image of the early church) when he teased a dissenting bishop at one of the synods: ‘Ascesius, take a ladder and get up to heaven by yourself.’ We are fortunate in our time to have so many ladders going up. Each ladder is raised in hope, which is heaven enough.”
‘The creation of a work of art, like an act of love, is our one small ‘yes’ at the center of a vast ‘no.’
~ Gore Vidal
I know this post is long, and that you won’t have had the time to click into the links, maybe watch the videos. Please do when you have the time in order that you might be inspired to tell the truth you need to tell, and remain silent no longer, or even to up your game so that others might benefit. Listen to These Muses:
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter”
~ Martin Luther King
“In a time of universal deceit – telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
~ George Orwell
This video clip (even if it whitewashes some history) from the HBO series ‘The Newroom’ has been called: “The most honest three and a half minutes of television, EVER…”






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There is so much good stuff to savor here. I can only spend a minute now but I want to go back and look at all the links later when I have more time.
Your quote about the child asking how people forgot how to draw reminded me of a seminar I attended some years ago that was given by an art professor. He said his wife was a first grade teacher and every year he would visit her classroom and ask the children to draw a tiger. Every single child got to work immediately and soon there were a couple dozen beautiful tigers of every imaginable stripe. The professor contrasted this with what happened in his college art class when he tried to teach the exact same lesson: draw a tiger. Students immediately began to complicate this simple request. Can we use photo references? How much will this impact our grades? What is the tiger’s motivation? Do we have to draw the whole tiger, or just his face. And on and on and on.
So, yeah, somewhere between age five and adulthood, our inner artist gets devalued and we forget how to draw or write poetry or sing or whatever it was that we did with abandon when we were children. It’s hard to rediscover it, but we must if we have any hope of surviving the coming . . . whatever.
I’ve quickly read this over and can tell you have hit another one out of the park. Kurt Vonnegut, Gore Vidal, and the kid who wonders how adults have forgotten to draw.
Thanks for a lift to the start of my day.
Oh and by the way (and File This under the “never-ask-unless-you-really want-it category), Quantitative easing has been explained very humorously in a video that went viral. Explanation by the bears: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PTUY16CkS-k
Exactly. Added to: ‘No artist makes a living until he/she is dead’, etc.
And I abandoned a major in college art because I was told so constantly what I couldn’t do.
Well done in your comment altogether, but ‘what was the tiger’s motivation?’ will keep me chuckling all day. ;o) Thank you, hfc, and for Pancho as well.
Welcome, elisse mattu, and…thank you. You’ll never know how long I’ve been working on this mofo lunker of a post, lol. There was just no way to get it perfect, but it’ll have to do.
The xtranormal link led to that exact one, so: yes! I wanted it! Many here will also like “An Obomba supporter and a Progressive Talk’, or something like that. The last few sentences have become somewhat of a byword for me. Enjoy it, but don’t pick up the gun, lol!
A goaded Picasso:
I like his eruption of sincerity more than his ironic pontifications.
I’m actually not a fan of the Newsroom clip — it feels patronizing toward a generation whose creative works I respect a great deal, which is an attitude I felt from much of the show.
BUT that quibble aside I LOVE this post, Wendy. As an artist (writer) myself I am happy to see people examine the important of revolutionary art. Thank you for writing and posting this. I adore that video at the top, what a wonderful merging of images with Vonnegut’s timeless words.
I love it, too; what a wealth you of info you are, Llona Pajari.
Back when dinosaurs roamed, and…tra la la… I read a book about the Many who made Pilgrimages to genuflect before Mr. Surly to Bed, Surly to Rise (might have been in the Guernica period), and got paid for their unasked-for devotion with remarks like that.
One I found earlier he’d made was akin to: ‘Why the fuck should i explain my work??? If I have to tell morons what it means…fuck it’. (or something, lol.)
Parched with the spirit’s thirst, I crossed
An endless desert sunk in gloom,
And a six-winged seraph came
Where the tracks met and I stood lost.
Fingers light as dream he laid
Upon my lids; I opened wide
My eagle eyes, and gazed around.
He laid his fingers on my ears
And they were filled with roaring sound:
I heard the music of the spheres,
The flight of angels through the skies,
The beasts that crept beneath the sea,
The heady uprush of the vine;
And, like a lover kissing me,
He rooted out this tongue of mine
Fluent in lies and vanity;
He tore my fainting lips apart
And, with his right hand steeped in blood,
He armed me with a serpent’s dart;
With his bright sword he split my breast;
My heart leapt to him with a bound;
A glowing livid coal he pressed
Into the hollow of the wound.
There in the desert I lay dead.
And God called out to me and said:
“Rise, prophet, rise, and hear, and see,
And let my words be seen and heard
By all who turn aside from me.
And burn them with my fiery sword.”
A.S. Pushkin. “The Prophet.”
trans. D.M. Thomas
I’ll watch again with your objections in mind, Kit. It’s only one of my chiches with Chris Hedges, and his propensity to make up history, especially from the ’60s at which time…he wasn’t even in the US.
And welcome, and I know you are. Vonngegut’s a bit of a god to me, and the video is a kick in the gut that prompts us to re-imagine the US and war. I take a lot of flak here when I post on the anniversary of the fire-bombing of Dresden. If you object as Vonnegut did (while being held prisoner), you’re an anti-Semite. ;)
But I hope you come back. I read, but didn’t have time to comment on, your ‘Feminist Vigilante Gang’ post. If you found the time (dunno that I will in the near future), One Billion Rising has seriously gone viral and global. Heady stuff, and Valentine’s Day isn’t far off.
Say hello to two human beings every day.
Thank you Wendy, your sense of urgency is conveyed.
Holy crow, juliania; it’s hard to even breathe while reading that, the imagery is so acute.
And the moral of the poem is that we need to heed our inner music, and be the singers whose songs are in abeyance for now, but will rise on the winds of dedicated truth! (or something?) ;o)
Thank you; as ever, you know what to bring to us.
That, by now, is also revolutionary in too many locales. Thank you, nonquixote.
Another whole category is performance art, and I forgot to include it (the word.doc for this is pages and pages long), but the disarming and educational flashmobs like Uncut are worthy of arranging, and rehearsing for, imo. (I’ll try to amend the post after I try to zzzzzzzzz a bit.
Wonderful. Thank you, wendydavis.
Howard Zinn’s Artists of Resistance features the same theme . . .
http://www.commondreams.org/views01/0708-04.htm
Artists can have a major positive impact on society, but so many of them are silent about injustice and oppression. . .
“Waiting for his fellow writers to speak out on the outrageous framing of the “Scottsboro Boys” in Alabama, Countee Cullen wrote:
Surely, I said,
Now will the poets sing.
But they have raised no cry.
I wonder why.”
But the poet sang in Masters of War , , ,
Let me ask you one question,
Is your money that good?
Will it buy you forgiveness,
Do you think that it could?
And the poets are singing here, in every post that honors truth and those who speak it, in every post that upholds justice and those who seek it, in every post that inspires others to tell their story, to tell the whole story, to become artists of resistance.
I love Pushkin. Thank you,juliania.
Nah, research shows that the only solution to the current difficulties is to cut the deficit by privatizing entitlement programs, reducing the cost of labor, freeing Wall Street from the shackles of misguided socialist constraints so that the true spirit of h;0)uman enterprise can thrive in the form of casino capitalism. ;0)
I have to say the poem just demanded to be here, so your guess is as good as mine, wendydavis. Pushkin doesn’t usually translate well, but that version was spare enough to echo your call to artists everywhere that they be truthtellers from the inner core of being – that core of being requiring us to strip away the dry outer skin of the onion, to get to the heart of things.
Movers and changers: artists.
Ah, me too, Isaiah 88.
Ah Juliana,
Ask not what money can do for you but what you can do for money.
Or scratch that. we don’t want the laboring masses asking questions at all, do we?
;0)
I think wendydavis is taking a wellearned snooze so I will sub – Obey! Wonderful to see you here!
Um. Back to the subject of your post.
That would be..(she hesitates)…a Swiftian remark, perchance?
Do expand; we are suitably chastized for our rebellious malarky. (No, sorry – I can’t do wendydavis worth nuthin’)
Wait a minute, are you mindreading here? That should have come after my 21, not before.
No no, on the contrary. I’m just trying to pay tribute in my own klutsy way to the overwhelming neuronal stimulus wendy’s post has produced in my otherwise severely understimulated brain.
I’ve been swamped with work for months now, chasing money, fighting off creditors fighting to keep employees on the payroll, swamped in a way I’ve never been before. It’s been a learning experience for someone who’s spent most of his working life in institutions of learning. A learning experience in the sense that I’ve never been without the luxury of being able to just sit back and contemplate *possibilities*, to take a break from the whole dog-chasing-car setup we call “economic life”, something which should be a means to big-E ends, and contemplate those big-E things. or not even contemplate them but live them.
In the Inferno is the profiteer’s escape:
How many tongues of flame will set this damped world afire?
Juliania, that poem is epic; I am imagining it as drawn by one of my favorite Tucson artists, Daniel Martin Diaz.
This diary is so chock full of great links that I can’t help but add another.
This installation at the De Young Museum in San Francisco has to be seen in person to really be appreciated. It consists of pieces of charred wood hung from the ceiling. The photo doesn’t do it justice; it’s very large and there is lots of space in between all the hanging pieces. You wander around the edges of it in awe and then you walk up to the tiny sign on the wall that tells you what inspired it and where the wood came from, and at that point your knees buckle and it’s kind of hard to stay standing (see the second paragraph under the photo at the link). The work of the oppressors has literally been reworked into art.
Yet that brain has creativity in it still! Bravo to you, and to folk like Yves over at nakedcapitalism.com who has just put up an incredible odyssey of reportage on home mortgage shenanigans that is truly mindboggling even just to read. How, how did she do this?
Yes, it is a luxury as you point out, to even be a desert dweller – some of us go by choice, some are hurled out by fate, and some, who are also to be admired and comforted, have no choice but to do the hard, hard things you describe in city canyons as the wind howls. That’s an art of a different kind, techne’, dedicated, grinding, debilitating, out of love and need. In a very small way I have been there, done that.
Blessings on you, and may we all recover that sense of the big-E together.
Oh, Isaiah; look at his list, so complete and reminding me of sooo many I’d forgotten. Can’t wait to go back and drool a bit. ;o)
You’re always our Muse of Truth here, dear friend…and it’s catching as all giddy-up. A treasure and a treat here you do be. ;o)
Arundhati Roy, my stars.
Is it truly thee? My heart just burst its boundaries, and tears are plopping onto my keyboard. Please give me a moment or two to adapt?
My stars, Obi-wan.
Juliania may need to kindly host a bit longer (thank you for doing so earlier…)
Uncut, you say?
Haha! See now, I’m sitting in a train trying to get this commenting softw ;0)are to work on my android phone. so I type blind. Great to see you still churning em out Wendy!
How’s it hanging?
You still not been banned from this august company?
You are welcome, wendydavis. It is an honor. Sorry I flubbed trying to be you; I’ll just have to be me, sorry.
hfc, beautiful links! You are so fortunate to have been in the presence of that sculpture! That is how the world looks to the eye of an eagle, or rather a seraph. Fragments of a sacred history. Don’t you just imagine how much of this is happening right now where bombs fall and armies tread at our incitement, and this speaks to it all.
Your artist employs the Cyrillic alphabet and uses egg tempera in Spanish tradition – we have that in common, but he is much more accomplished an artist.
Exquisite, wendydavis. We need a Banksy in our neighborhood.
Art, the playing with imagination and the transvaluing of symbols, is critical to social change. Not just new ways of seeing but new ways of feeling.
Most political art and speech is too self-consciously didactic. Rivera walked the edge of this but is able to make this work, not least because of who were persuaded to buy his works (I’m thinking about Rockefeller Center and the Ford Rotunda here.)
We are overdue for a new framework for art and music–one that reaches deeply and is constructed out of different vocabularies. But that is more difficult in a narrowcasted culture of bewildering choice than it was in mass culture. But with Facebook and Twitter and YouTube and other social media, we have our vacant walls to write on.
One of my friends argues that deeply human transformation of neighborhoods with aesthetics and art awakens people and direct economic change brings commitment to changing a community. He also points out how much harder it is to do this with all the city or HOA guardians of top-down aesthetics out there. Local grafitti artists find the destruction of their work but folks like Banksy in some places might get commissions to do a wall. And the visual environment in a lot of neighborhoods is nothing more than the stratigraphy of grafitti and tagging.
wendydavis is one of a kind, and so are you, juliania. We’re so very lucky to have you both.
The Cornelia Parker sculpture has such a presence; even when you don’t yet know what it is, you can feel it.
Daniel Diaz’s art is very three-dimensional, full of nails and old wood and all kinds of stuff. It’s weird and creepy and wonderful.
Has you seen Exit Through the Gift Shop, the movie about Banksy? It’s available on Netflix.
Your comment made me think of Chalkupy. The artists know that (at least in Oakland), the city will come and wash away their work, but they do it anyway. Even something as ephemeral as chalk has become subversive.
I torqued that quote a li’l bit myself recently after receiving an email from David Plouffe thrilled because ‘we had the President’s back’.
‘Ask not what your President can do for you, but…what you can do for your President.‘
As is now…and ever shall be…until we pull back the curtains, and (what Frank Zappa sayed…) ;o)
My stars, it’s as if a ghost eagle just flew in and plopped a basket of pleasure into my lap.
And…eeep….I dunno how to tell ya, Cho, but the things that I have on me that hang…do so rather inconveniently due to gravity’s increasing influence that comes with…age, lol. Check with an anatomy book about gender differences…er…the sooner the better.
I have a million questions; they’ll have to wait, but thank you for popping in for a visit from your soul train who-knows-where… Well done.
You remind me, Llona Pajari, that one of the most heartwarming activities OWS did, and the most heartless after that, was to set up libraries in the encampments, and to have discussions of those texts, that poetry in the midst; only to be turned into garbage as the trucks rolled up and carted everything away.
Ai! Cas’ acerbo! Ai! Fat’ empio crudele! Ai, stell’ injuriosa…
Garbage trucks.
We’ll settle for the number of flames that can bring enough Light so that with others’ help and vision we can find the way to Better, but not create an Inferno major enough to turn the Good to Embers and Ashes. We can be particular, can’t we, Llona Pajari, you fount of quotes and history. We’re glad to add you to the roster here, Ms. Torch (googled, lol.)
Living in New Mexico, I can appreciate his Mexican tradition – the Spanish influence dominates here.
Not so much about a bris (if I get the jest) as…undermining power with performance art and education/humiliation.
;o)
Subversive…and an arrestable offense. Even children are no longer free to chalk sidewalks.
I sincerely appreciate that you made the Pug welcome (even if he can’t figure out how to type on his fancy-ass phone).
But see? Cornelia’s art is one of the ‘turning poison into medicine’ endeavors I’d been mentioning…somewhere, in a time far, far, away. ;)
Almost transubstantiation of the human kind. Not all church burnings and bombings can be healed in any way, though…as we know only too well. Some tragedies may just need to Stand as Such, and be reminders of what evil hate can wreak, yes?
I think it is coming, TarheelDem, and we oldies should not be impatient (speaking for myself of course) that we see only the first stirrings, but it is one thing that technology has accomplished as it does its darkness, restoring language and visual art to a sacred place even in the face of what is destroyed, mindlessly and savagely by war. That’s the burden we carry but shuck off with Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem in Isaiah88′s comment link:
I shall die, but that is all that I
shall do for Death.
It has the same resonance to it that every resistance action such as your own embodies.
Like this, for instance? (Wow, the evil google is still good for some things.)
Oh, yes, THD to all of your comment. Michelle Shocked memorialized murdered graffiti artist Michael Stewart with this song that anchors this sidewalk artist‘s video.
‘It’s an art project’
‘You can’t arrest an idea…’
Glad you liked it.
Also: another thing I forgot to mention in the OP was the mention a new member here made the other day about ‘The Theatre of the Oppressed‘.
Thank you for that, cold comfort as it may be. But what I was remembering were events like this from 1963, when you may have been a wee toddler yet.
But while I was googling/binging for a link, I saw tornado devastation in Atlanta and other parts of the south being announced eleven minutes ago.
“It’s not a normal pattern for this time of year,” said Burke. “The warm air has changed the dynamic.”
Yup, as I looked for the link to the de Young installment, I was hearing Angela Davis say in that Black Power Mixtape interview: “You’re asking me about violence?” as she’s remembering being friends with the little girls killed in the Birmingham church bombings.
And the boy shot dead for stoning cars (maybe)…and Hampton and Clark, and…and…and.. Yes, that interview burned into my soul, and thank you for pinging it to my conscious awareness.
Shoot, they were murdered forty years ago in Dec. My stars.
Thanks WendyDavis,
Rise up, the Parachute Club….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNIdqu7crW8
which reminds me of the extremist fanatic soldiers in Mali who just the other day burned down a library containing ancient books.
Rise up, by the Parachute Club
“(Rise up rise up)
Oh rise and show your power
(Rise up rise up)
Were dancing into the sun
(Rise up rise up)
It’s time for celebration
(Rise up rise up)
Spirits time has come
We want lovin’ we want laughter again
We want heartbeat
We want madness to end
We want dancin’
We wanna run in the streets
We want freedom to live in this peace
We want power
We want to make it ok
Want to be singin’ at the end of the day
Children to breathe a new life
We want freedom to love who we please”
Welcome, mafr. That was such a great video, such an inspirational video. Performance art of the best kind. Shoot, I wish I were able to get volunteers for such doings, but in a one-horse town like this…not so much.
The Jack Layton quote was sublime; what a loss to your nation and the world his death was; it brought tears to my eyes.
And thank you for the lyrics, too. The dancin’ lines standing for freedom…ooh, la la, they remind me of an Emma Goldman quote I can’t remember. But one of the myriad quotes and links I didn’t end up using for this post was on point to Rise Up:
‘And we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once. And we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.’
~ Friedrich Nietzsche
As true now as then, or even more so, as people become depressed by the odds we face, and the mountains we’ll need to move in order to not only survive, but to win back Turtle Island for the people.
You rock, mafr.
I have been intending to look more into One Billion Rising. Thanks for the reminder.
This always helps me dance.
I did not know that, mafr; what a shame.
Ha! The first number I ever downloaded onto my RealPlayer! Franti was in Mancos (a.k.a. Bumfuck, CO) believe it or not. And in Duango (30 miles west) a couple times. Mr. wendydavis learned to dance at his concerts, *partially* as a result of my reporting to him that I’d been tryin’ to teach one of the commenters on this thread that…a person needed to let the beat, the bass, the drums…resonate in one’s pelvic bones (most specifically: the symphisus pubis) and find that the center of…the dance…and let motion flow outward from that point. Ha! He heard it, and learned to dance.
Sadly, Franti has joined the ‘special reserved seating under awnings with canapes’ bullshit. But I still love his early stuff like crazy, and hope he finds his way back to The People.
Thanks, hfc; I played it at least five times. ;o)
‘Will you write it up?’ I guess is what I hoped to know. It’s mega to me, but since you’re on that track…you might be the one who should. I dunno.
There is a cadre of people in the region who have, historically, in times of strife, removed and hidden much of the material from the World Heritage site of which you speak, burying items in the dessert sands. But there may have been substantial damage to approximately 2K books out of an estimated 13K books and manuscripts this time around from what I read today. No one knows for sure the actual extent as of earlier today.
Everybody’s a sellout, I guess. Well, not everybody. Boots Riley posted this on his Facebook page recently (I feel OK sharing as one of the intimate group of 5,000 people on his page):
The song they both wanted was the Magic Clap. Which gives me an excuse to post this link to a man-on-the-street bit in which Boots tries to get the 1% to apologize.
Magic Clap’s great, and sooo good to see Boots is a man of principle. He was havin’ such a good time in the video. ‘Mr. Sach’s knows I’m comin’, lol!
As was bein’ ‘one of his 5,000 Facebook friends’. I’m so glad to know you two are friends, though. He’s got da magic, as do you.
Recommended.
A cool clip from The Newsroom. But I saw the show’s report about how killing bin Laden made reporters and citizens feel more patriotic. What a bunch of crap. And I saw another few seconds where they were purporting that network Newsroom reported on a difficult story which in reality all major networks avoided and left it only to alt sources. I like those good parts, and saying that TV reporters are good. At least they should be.
Thanks, normanb. It’s not a bit surprising to hear that the show is at least partial crap, but this clip was well done. Sometimes we’ll take what we can get. ;o)
Stellar stuff. Kinda makes that History of Art class, of so many moons ago, superfluous. Thanks Prof WD! As time flows on, gravity affects the body not the soul. Spiritual synaptic interface is elevated. Luvya; gone.
Well, hello stranger; so good to see you here. Welcome, but ain’t it grand how many folks brought links and ideas to push its scope? I love it like wild (but I sure was glad to the Publish button after so many days, lol.
I’ve been musing about THD’s notion that we need to develop a new vocabulary, and I think that’s true concerning ideas of what comes next as crony capitalism fails us. These sure are interesting times, may they resolve well soon, eh?
Hope all is well with you and yours, my friend,
wd