“... poetry is not a luxury. It is a vital necessity of our existence. It forms the quality of the light within which we predicate our hopes and dreams toward survival and change, first made into language, then into idea, then into more tangible action. Poetry is the way we help give name to the nameless so it can be thought. The farthest horizons of our hopes and fears are cobbled by our poems, carved from the rock experiences of our daily lives.” --Audre Lorde
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Thursday, January 26, 2017
100 days
Resist Repealing
Resist cutting
Resist deporting
Resist enabling
Resist supporting
Resist acquiescing
Make visible
Make known
Make loud
Make tension
Make boundaries
Make noise
Make alternatives
Make spaces
Make choices
Make clamor
Make decisions
Make friends
Make coalitions
Make movements
Invest in people
Invest in action
Invest in accountability
Invest in change
Invest in hope
Invest in phone calls
Invest in bumper stickers
Invest in not backing down
Invest in continual pressure
Invest in tangible resistance labor
Invest in the idea of democracy that we’ve been fed
Invest in uncovering the truth about the democracy that we’ve lost
Invest in encouraging others to join in join up take hold get up get out get to work
Tuesday, December 06, 2016
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
or in an act of terrifying indiscretion without detail or voice and an example of pure insensitive calamity of intensified managerial fortification a single but layered riotous I mean to say anomalous or maybe it is unheard of but not unexpected shocking but not news horror anticipated with a safety vest or, that is, to see a situation screaming in its severity vehement in its discord and consequence unquenchable in its reach and corollary hyperbolic in its gruesome disregard and entirely inscrutable abstruse arcane
Friday, November 18, 2016
it’s like when you go through a breakup and every song on
the radio speaks directly to your pain, your struggle to find hope, to look
ahead while constantly being pulled back into despair cbc radio sat morning
stabbing me in the gut songs like “this ain’t bringing me down” “gonna be a
lovely day lovely day lovely day” something heart wrenching by adele the one about loving life in the
city but missing the small town the one about not recognizing the world i live in now
Friday, November 11, 2016
apocalyptic money grubbing can you tolerate the extent of
this republic of foreshadowed unknowing an alleviation, no that’s not right, an
abomination, or abominable like a monster a cartoon burlesque in this month
approaching winter not yet frozen I need to make a fence not a wall across the
yard a contained space for recreation and canine theatrics please excuse the
verbal eloquences I’ve been reading Lolita a dance of prose linguistic
stylistics the domineering Humbert in control obsessed narcissist the rape and
pillage of a life how she Lolita was turned into a character in culture victim
blamed a Lolita is a tramp or a tease she is the vixen an entire misreading for
the profit of another damaging cultural narrative about
Tuesday, September 20, 2016
fall
an unwieldy misappropriation of scarcity of management one
might say quote woody allen or nostalgia-ize for 70s humor the mist of
corporate or oligarchic or organizational efficiency operational in regard to
standard(ize) or cut out the description that best applies to maximize the
rational use of resources swerve from human(ity)(ities) value only in the
bottom or top or sidelines recreate in one’s own (business) image wipe the
(liberal)(arts) plate clean to re-market a fabricated underdevelopment of
lackluster creative expression violently misunderstood one might say neoliberal
say trump is a real candidate say too late already signed away lacking vision
(can’t afford the inflated price of glasses) the lottery (shirley jackson) was
right all along new world value of death entertainment (hunger games) culture
put your hands up so we can shoot you watch your blood leak out value a grab
for any illusion of holding on to something
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