Archive for December, 2020

▶ 28 – Juliana Spahr – The Incinerator 3 – Oct 2008 by cipm

The Law comes sirening across the town. – sacrificezone


A clean riot is not one in which little rioters
long-stomped, long-straddled, BEANLESS
but knowing no Why
go steal in hell
a radio, sit to hear James Brown
and Mingus, Young-Holt, Coleman, John,
on V.O.N.
and sun themselves in Sin.
However, what
is going on
is going on.

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Source: The Law comes sirening across the town. – sacrificezone

Songs of the people | furbirdsqueerly

Posts about Songs of the people written by furbirdsqueerly

Source: Songs of the people | furbirdsqueerly

A letter in the mail sets off a new essay. No I didn’t become a famous artist. | furbirdsqueerly

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No I didn’t become a famous artist. 

Karl Marx had something very interesting to say on this subject Let’s take a look at it and then think about what he is implying here. We read from a well recommended essay, Marx’s Vision of Communism, by Bertell Ollman found at Dialectical Marxism these words:

“Besides contributing to production, each individual also participates in cultural and scientific life, and not just as a consumer of other people’s products but as a creator. We have met communist men and women as workers, farmers, hunters and critics, and Marx now introduces us to the same persons as artists: “The exclusive concentration of artistic talent in some individuals and its suppression in the grand mass which springs from this, is a consequence of the division of labor…In a communist society, there are no painters, but men who among other things do painting. Being a painter is to be subjected to the division of labor as much as it one only did weaving. every person in communist society is relieved of the burden of narrowness which plagued his or her ancestors, weavers and painters alike, and given the opportunity to express him or herself in all possible ways.”

“We read further on these thoughts: Marx not only ascribes a world of activities to the communist person, but believes they will be proficient in their performance. To achieve this is the aim of communist education. At the same time, Marx recognizes that not all people will be equally good in everything they try. As regards painting for example, he admits that only a few will rise to the level of Raphael. On the other hand, the quality of other people’s work will be extremely high; and he maintains all paintings will be original. By original means that each person’s creative efforts will be a true expression of his/her unique qualities. Marx would probably be willing to make a similar distinction between average and exceptional ability in science, farming, material production, etc., always with the proviso that those who lag behind are still extraordinarily good.”

No I didn’t become a famous artist I had better things to do.

I gave up art after awhile so I could devote myself full time to the Queer Left and the hope that someday in the not so distance future we would truly bring about the day that had been foretold in the lines, From the ashes of the old world a better world is in birth. You know dear classmates all of you who seem to be so in love with this system, myself at 74 still believe in that line and will until the day I die. As Clara Fraser said in a May Day speech in 1960, “What better fate can a person carve out than participation in the emancipation of humanity? What better use to make of one’s life…? We look toward a time when we shall have ceased to mourn martyrs. A time when we are no longer occupied with explaining defeats and rising above betrayals. Not because we will have forgotten the past, but simply because we are so engrossed and fulfilled in the role of creating a world rich with freedom, plenty, humane relations between people, and the joy of living.”

So let me just say Happy New Year, may all be well in the coming year.

Source: A letter in the mail sets off a new essay. No I didn’t become a famous artist. | furbirdsqueerly

“The End of Poetry,” by Ada Limón | The New Yorker

Poetry by Ada Limón: “Enough of osseous and chickadee and sunflower.”

Source: “The End of Poetry,” by Ada Limón | The New Yorker

Twenty Five Haiku by Marilyn Chin | Poetry Foundation

from Twenty Five Haiku

A hundred red fire ants scouring, scouring the white peony

Wild Girl Poet by Sally Wen Mao | Poetry Foundation

Photo by Jon Medel.

A conversation with Marilyn Chin, winner of the 2020 Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize.

Source: Wild Girl Poet by Sally Wen Mao | Poetry Foundation

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Beginning French (in Italian) & O Superman – Laurie Anderson Live in San Remo 2001 – YouTube

A Longhouse Birdhouse: HOWLIN’ ~


Source: A Longhouse Birdhouse: HOWLIN’ ~

Rough Old-Time Mountain Folk Make The Best Music – YouTube