Saturday, October 8, 2016

Found Poem: Banned Books Inspired

Make A Secret Plan

The new order is coming, child.
The old is passing away.

We f'ked a flame into being,
as if it were all just coming out of Cosmo
…god’s own …freaking thing
Its beginning.

The new order is coming, child.
The old is passing away.

We gather the things we learned:
The enemy is anybody who’s going to get you killed,
no matter which side he is on.

The new order is coming, child.
The old is passing away.

Must make secret plans
Lead your life. … Try things on.
Regardless of conditions or place or time ...
Not to be conquered, not to
Happily endure … curtailment of liberty … deprivation.

It’s nothing compared to the snatching
When the Fascists say it, ...
When the Church says it, ...
For the benefit of the children, the people …

The law is ... burning, frantic
a chariot wheel … binds us all.

Who would have thought it?
Inertia, wrecking your will and bending you
Heartstrings tied to a hanging noose.
Do not ignore these things!

The new order is coming, child.
The old is passing away.

In the morning sunlight
watch as it passes.

Be cleaned. Weep.

How this poem came to be: Kick Off Banned Books Week With 14 Quotes From Censored Authors
By TOM BLUNT  September 26, 2016
EDITOR'S NOTE: banned books quotes

Banned Books Week is basically an annual celebration of our society’s failures to uphold free speech. By looking back at what was once deemed too hot, heavy, or dangerous for public consumption, we see how much work there is to do in the present to preserve that freedom: every year more and more authors are stepping forward with challenging ideas that someone else wants to keep you from hearing about.
Censorship isn’t a one-sided affair, people all over the political spectrum can find themselves in a panic over what information is disseminated, and how. Wikipedia’s current list of the most commonly challenged library books serves as a veritable Who’s Who of literary heroes, anti-heroes, and outright villains (and where else are you going to see Mein KampfFifty Shades of Grey, and Captain Underpants all on a list together?).
Below you’ll find some of the naughty bits that have kept books like these in the line of fire, in some cases for almost a century. An author wrote them, an editor edited them, a publisher published them — and then for whatever reason, all hell broke loose.
Extracted lines in red
Abbie Hoffman, Steal This Book, 1971
“If shoplifting food seems easy,
it’s nothing compared to the snatching of clothing. Shop only the better stores. Try things on in those neat little secluded stalls. The less bulky items, such as shirts, vests, belts and socks can be tied around your waist or leg with large rubber bands if needed.”
E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey, 2011
“Christian squirts baby oil into his hand and then rubs my behind with careful tenderness — from makeup remover to soothing balm for a spanked ass,
who would have thought it was such a versatile liquid.”
Julius Lester, Look Out, Whitey! Back Power’s Gon’ Get Your Mama!, 1968
“The old order passes away. Like the black riderless horse, boots turned wrong way in the stirrups, following the coffin down the boulevard, it passes away. But there are no crowds to
watch as it passes. There are no crowds, to mourn, to weep. No eulogies to read and no eternal flame is lit over the grave. There is no time, for there are streets to be cleaned, houses painted, and clothes washed. Everything must be scoured clean. Trash has to be thrown out. Garbage dumped and everything unfit, burned.”
The new order is coming, child.
The old is passing away.”
Tom Wolfe, The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test, 1968
“But in July of 1964, not even the hip world of New York was quite ready for the phenomenon of a bunch of people roaring across the continental USA in a bus covered with swirling Day-Glo mandalas aiming movie cameras and microphones at every
freaking thing in this whole freaking country, while Neal Cassady wheeled the bus around the high curves like Super Hud and the US nation streamed across the windshield like one of those goddamned Cinemascope landscape cameras that winds up your optic nerves like the rubber band in a toy airplane and let us now be popping more speed and smoking grass as if it were all just coming out of Cosmo the Prankster god’s own local-option gumball machines…”
William Powell, The Anarchist Cookbook, 1971
“You must always have a secret plan. Everything depends on this: it is the only question. So as
not to be conquered by the conquered territory in which you lead your life, so as not to feel the horrible weight of inertia wrecking your will and bending you to the ground, so as not to spend a single night more wondering what there is to do or how to connect with your neighbors and countrymen, you must make secret plans without respite.”
Joseph Heller, Catch-22, 1961
“The enemy is anybody who’s going to get you killed, no matter which side he is on.”
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover, 1927
“We fucked a flame into being.”
Adolf Hitler, Mein Kampf, 1925
“The state must declare the child to be the most precious treasure of the people. As long as the government is perceived as working
for the benefit of the children, the people will happily endure almost any curtailment of liberty and almost any deprivation.”
William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch, 1959
“Naked Mr. America,
burning frantic with self bone love, screams out: ‘My asshole confounds the Louvre! I fart ambrosia and shit pure gold turds! My cock spurts soft diamonds in the morning sunlight!'”
Grace Metalious, Peyton Place, 1956
“Give me a child until he is seven, thought Tom, and he is forever after mine.
When the Fascists say it, they’re bums and kidnappers, but when the Church says it, it is known as putting a kid on the right track.”
Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, 1969
“The Black woman in the South who raises sons, grandsons and nephews had her
heartstrings tied to a hanging noose.”
David Levithan, Two Boys Kissing, 2013
We gather the things we learned, and they don’t nearly add up to fill the space of a life.
You will miss the taste of Froot Loops.
You will miss the sound of traffic.
You will miss your back against his.
You will miss him stealing the sheets.
Do not ignore these things.”
Emma Goldman, Anarchism and Other Essays, 1910
“No great idea in
its beginning can ever be within the law. How can it be within the law? The law is stationary. The law is fixed. The law is a chariot wheel which binds us all regardless of conditions or place or time.

Monday, March 7, 2016

Birth, optimisms and

I deeply respect Warren Buffet. I read The Snowball. Loved his insights into the history of my own time; and ironically wished the same were not to be true,  like "everyone else says a recession will be short and shallow, but I would say long and deep". During the recession I helped my employer merge and down-size. 

My retirement decision enabled a person in Maine with family to be retained, a small upside. I often tried to add value concurrent with mergers so the people elimination quotient could be lower. I thought, at the time, it was the intensity of the job and the value conflicts that kept me from sleeping well.  I have come to know differently.

Last night was another night with unrest; processes, decisions and value questions poking my lack of rest. Thirty years prior I was in like-fits of sleep because my son was born on this date. That day I also had seasonal sinus headaches, muscle spasms in my legs (I gave birth standing after wrenching my left ankle) and a reputation that I was trying to keep in tack.

This rumination is to say: that nothing is for certain, relationships need to be stronger than processes, without the relationships all the good you put into the world can vanish.  

A few months ago I woke with an idea about immediate family with which I lived. It was "Once you leave, I will likely not visit you."  It was an odd feeling to have since I had opened my home and had some level of human interaction daily. For me it was authentic, giving more than I had but for them (the adults) there was no investment, no true sharing nor sacrifice.  

Five minutes of direct truth can topple illusion.

But what can bring about sound sleep?

Saturday, February 27, 2016


(a white man approaches a black man.  Why?   His companion is white.  No other reason.)
                                                                                   Edgerton Park, New Haven, Oct. 1992

Man in the park
shares a bench,  feels a breeze,  hugs
the landscape --
the sun, warm -- the companion fine & fair

birds whistle, small creatures
are watchful
Man in the park
approaches a bench,  feels the heat,  hugs
the hedge  --
the sun, high -- the companion far too fair
birds take flight,  small creatures
are watchful
Men in the park
embrace, dust clouds the sky, hugs
at the ground  --
the sun, burns  -- the companion ashens with despair
birds caw, small creatures
are watchful of man

No bench can comfort.
No breeze can relieve the heat,  Once
hugged through a gun --
the sun, blisters -- no companion too fair.
birds migrate, each season
the park to the man

Being Better than we use to be

Ironically found this note written in 2005 to a family member; it could have been written this month to a different family member. 

This is not judgement it is merely identification of the realities of relations at home.

Deception/ Disrespect/Disregard
-         so impersonal that we suggest family meetings
-         plan to save, but lifestyle of spend
-         secrecy
-         intentional distractions, misrepresentation 
-         filth
-         insertion of your being into time and space with ‘me’ attitude
-         intentional disregard of request that are made for everyone’s health & safety
-        debt calls – unmanaged thereby causing others to be bombarded by them
-         blame for things in your control

Two years of underwriting saving you rent & utility and helping with vehicles all we got was a Hot Tub that cost us maintenance & upkeep for a decade thereafter and Hot Attitude.