Archive for March, 2003

the boston commons, march29,2003

March 30, 2003 in -- | Comments (4)

trash can idealism

tree lightsduos

libertyquakes

whipped and shredded


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“my persia for a throat”
these men said, eyeing the hole
as it floated in the glass
and the rush of air
keeping them cold and blind
would only waver
their thoughts as sand to delve
their hearts beyond a prayer.
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“your persia for a tongue”
was the morning’s dried call
floating within these transparent walls
and the rush of poison inside
only hardened the flesh
as the mind spoiled to hopeless beige
their thoughts an only witness
to truth run through by pride.
;
“this persia for a hole”
still floating through the glass
and tried to find its childhood
along the shifting hills of sand
and all that this poison can mind
was thrown through a hole in these eyes
and all that this poison can taste
was thrown through the mouth of the land.


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oh flutter, you rickety, shriveled little heart.


we’ll call it star-fire

March 28, 2003 in -- | Comments (0)

the girl with red hair was from boston, was writing in her journal, we were all sitting on the floor of the smokey club on september 29th, 1998. and i was from vermont. she was phil’s friend and i bet she wanted to ask for my phone number but just didn’t have the guts.

that’s the only night i’d glimpsed boston before, just for a couple of hours, and a band called ida played a song that went “just walk away renee, i’m not gonna follow you back home” which was just old enough to make me cry, i bet that was it, i bet that was it, i said to myself, my green jacket would fade, my hair would fade, my consciousness would fade through the mountains of new england, dropping off sleeping hipsters as i went home, and all we’d said was goodbye, and all the redhaired girl had said was goodbye, and ii saw ghosts along route 7, and it was almost all over, in a hurl of magic,

i’m going back there tonight. i’ll be alone.

i am from boston, just for a little while.

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“Modern Day Protesting 101″

March 26, 2003 in -- | Comments (0)

most people are new to public demonstration. it feels as if this will be a long ordeal. the minority stance will have to develop, if it’s going to be effective, seems like.

today i found this, from a seasoned veteran, it seems, an older woman from washington state, and i sort of wish everyone had it in their pockets. it’s re-affirmed some of my feelings.

basically, if the war protests resemble some of those WTO protests, it’s going to be difficult to be taken seriously by the majority. from what little i did observe of those, they seemed WAY unfocused. with lots of WAY ignorant people becoming liabilities to their cause.

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I began to participate in protest demonstrations in high school….first in support of environmental concerns and then against the war in Viet Nam (remember that I’m old). My softened memory of those events is that protesters, some holding signs, some chanting, some marching quietly, shared a common cause and intent. The demonstrations in which I participated, were serious occasions and with the exception of the birth of Earth Day and celebratory causes like that, there was a sense that we were engaged in serious business.

Things seemed to have changed.

Here in Olympia, we have an obnoxious day of protest, and I use that term lightly and most likely incorrectly, called May Day. It is held on May 1st here in Olympia it’s pretty much a goon fest. The participants dance in the street to somebody’s idea of a protest drum, many women go bare-chested and there are as many causes supported as there are participants. They are noisy, disruptive and all for nothing more than what appears to be a street festival. The common shared idea seems to be the ability to block traffic and walk on the yellow lines. I don’t know who they believe is actually listening to them and I think they do damage to other demonstration/protest efforts.

I mention this stupid event only because it is an glaring example of the turn that protesting in the US has taken. There is a certain expectation by most participants that a protest has to be “fun” and that they are somehow immune to consequences of such an effort. A ready and serious protester should know her/his cause, arrive prepared and be ready for the consequences of such an effort.

My suggestions:

First, realize that protesting is largely an event of speaking to the converted, but as a protester, you are putting a face to an issue. Make it a worthy effort and act respectfully.

Don’t hijack the crowd. If you throw a protest, then stick to the cause you advertise. Don’t introduce speakers who promote other issues. It will piss off your supporters. It’s like throwing a Tupperware party and selling Mary Kay. It’s dishonest.

Don’t diminish other efforts by linking your cause, especially if the efforts are not remotely connected. At one time, I worked at a college where the students were having a little sit-in to protest the firing of a staff member. They actually had the gall to hang a banner linking their issue to the 1989 tragedies in Tiananmen Square. That did it for me. I was against them from that point on.

If you are not serious about your cause, then go home. If you are, then carry your sign, be seen and stop expecting a street party. Protests are an important and valued right. Don’t screw it up by expecting to get away with breaking windows and throwing rocks. That is not how public opinion is swayed to your side. Protesting is serious business, treat it that way.

If you do manage to get arrested, then drop your expectation that your incarceration has to be comfortable. You have the right to representation, safe and ethical treatment and that’s pretty much it. If you don’t get take out while sitting in the cell, well, honey, that’s a consequence.

Protests are not the place for a family picnic. I cannot believe the number of people I see who bring their little children. I cannot for the life of me, understand why any sound-minded parent would put their babies and toddlers in a situation where they may face tear gas or mobs of people. When there are large groups of people and a pissed off law enforcement, things can get ugly. Children belong in a safer environment.

Don’t mingle your causes. The World Trade Organization protest in Seattle was the biggest mish mash of causes that I’ve ever seen. Although the WTO is a complicated organization affecting many different issues, I doubt that there were very many conversions of thought as a result of the 30,000 people speaking with 10,000 voices. It was also a shining example of why your kids need to be elsewhere. This protest was the first one that actually frightened me.

If you engage in a protest, you might not be treated with kid gloves. Of course you have the right to protest in safety….but you must exercise the maturity to make sure that your message actually gets heard and that you don’t co-opt your cause with childish whining and behavior.

These thoughts are thrown down without a great deal of thought and I know that I sound like an old woman, but I can only think that the antics that have taken face at most of the current demonstrations/protests are not a healthy sign for the preservation of this right. Take it seriously and make yourself heard and respected.

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A protester/demonstrator must have a goal in mind….just what is it you wish to accomplish? Why are you protesting? What are you protesting? Do you have a clear understanding of your issue? Can you clearly state your case? How are you going to protest? Why the heck are you doing this? And, do you understand your opposition?

It’s not enough to just say that those who disagree with you are stupid. You need to comprehend that which drives their passion, just as you must understand what drives your own. If you do not make this connection, both your own and theirs, you will never find common ground that can lead to mutual understanding.

The street march is a valuable tool. The value is in the numbers. Large numbers of people can be seen and see each other. It is highly empowering to the protester. It is also a way to garner publicity for your cause. There is nothing like 10,000 warm bodies marching down the middle of the street to bring a TV camera or two. However, you are at the mercy of the observer’s interpretation of what is going on as well and you risk guilt by association if something negative happens.

I very rarely march in protest. The last time was in opposition to a proposed nuclear power plant near where I lived. Most of the reasons I moved away from this kind of participation are for exactly the reasons outlined yesterday. I don’t find that it is a very effective or satisfying effort for me.

Instead, I write letters, lots of letters. Letter writing is a good way to stay in contact with those who are policy makers. There is a certain skill to this method that requires you to not only have the ability to clearly and concisely state your cause, but to do it in a way that will not alienate the reader. I use a number of different “voices” when I write, friendly cheeriness, angry defiance, fact filled, and personal stories.

Because letter writing actually leaves evidence of your stance, there are certain kinds of language to avoid in letter writing. For example, when writing to the POTUS (that would be President of the United States), it’s important that you refrain from threats. Even a nicely worded threat may get you a visit from the FBI or at the very least, get you on THE LIST. This is not a good place to be. Depending on who sits as POTUS, and what my issue happens to be, I usually write letters that tell personal stories and lately, in an effort to make my letters float to the surface, I write with a effort toward satire. It may not get the attention I hope for, but it makes me feel a lot better having had my say.

Another way I use my voice is in casting my ballot. My grandpa used to say that we don’t vote for a candidate, we vote against another. This is a rather dim view of the electoral process, but on occasion it is true and despite the oddity of the last presidential selection (see I won’t use the word election), I do have faith that it is an effective way to be heard.

During some elections, I am a campaigner. I pass out brochures and knock on doors and make phone calls. I stuff envelopes, I sport campaign buttons and bumper stickers, I carry signs in support of my candidate. SOME of my friends and family hate me during an election.

No matter where you stand on an issue, it is important to support the rights of others to state theirs. You don’t have to like or agree with those who do but honoring and respecting this right is an important way to be an American.

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okay, i’m ready.


minimize, throat.

March 25, 2003 in -- | Comments (0)

there’s not much that’s about me, not these days. not lately. nothing to live home about. not much.

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chad asked me to be his best man for his wedding next year. always a best man, never a best, i s’pose. i don’t know if i feel very worthy, though. it seems like i’m not a good enough friend to anyone to have them place me at such a standing. i mean, i’d be honored, really. i just think i could have done more to deserve it.

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in march i have been to ashland kentucky, richmond virginia, reidsville north carolina, palatka florida, orangeburg south carolina. it’s been buzzing. i’m tired. tired and frozen. scared to make a change because i have a very good job, top notch benefits and wages, no boring 40-hour workweeks in cubicles, mostly. it just gets to me, when i’m busy, and i have to remind myself that it’s worth it, because i get summer and most of winter to myself. everyone else has to plod steadily along indefinitely. i give more time so i get more time. worth and livelihood.

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in the park yesterday i started to yearn, not repress, oh my aching head, my aching head. no streams flowed, my aching head, the suicide note i’d write, the budding flowers floating off of the trees, my aching head, beautiful girls as companions, dry-rotted fabric of nations, their world not mine, never belonged much, my aching head, widespread ignorance for three hundred fifty nine degrees, mom broke her foot, jeff went to sigur ros by himself, myself delayed, the twenties misfired, white male american feeling the backlash, not judging the cover by its book, still unsettled, the ugly duckling never became the swan, the ugly duckling became the ugly duck, we will wash our wings in the murky water, again and again, keep the stagnation another day away, happiness is just a trick you play on yourself after you’ve gotten fed up with idealism, my aching head, all the failing, or the successes that never matter, the cold hands of god as we sleep, along the stomach and down the thighs, tortured dreams lost in the nothings, the nothings that ache my head, pathetic self-absorbed young men, ugly and under-noticed, deservedly forgotten, nothings under dark ceilings, dark ceilings under the sky, i haven’t been a good time since the sperm hit the egg, glass multiplication, coordinates of past and future selfesteems, so that nothing breeds under bright ceilings ,

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in palatka i spent my time in a slapstick spotlight, and the men never ran out of tim sucks cocks jokes or tim fucks asses jokes, this happens sometimes it’s not junior high school again but.

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there was jose who is a spaniard and he’d say spain is the only worthwhile country, everything else is shit. jose was sixty three and had been all over the world. remind me to write about jose someday.

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dave is forty, from newcastle u.k., and we ate at ruby tuesday’s last thursday, and the television station was there to get opinions on the war, but nobody asked us, just the local folks, who admired their president’s resolve and christian values. presumably, the pope’s christian values are shite. dave needed to get back home this week because his son’s turning nine, and i thought well so is this certain part of me. the gray part.

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i think that’s mostly it. nothing happens to me. i’m always happening to nothing. it’s not worth writing about, really.


providence, rhode island 1998

March 24, 2003 in -- | Comments (0)



do you think things are gonna get better before they get worse?


no way. things are just gonna get worse and keep on getting worse. like i said, america’s a third world country as it is and…and we’re just basically in a hopeless situation as it stands.


what do you think this country’s gonna look like in the year 2003?


y’know, i’ll tell you the truth – nothing against you guys, but i don’t wanna answer that question because…i haven’t even got a mind that’s that…that inhumane.


are you ready for what’s coming?


ready as i’ll ever be.


most people aren’t.


579

March 19, 2003 in -- | Comments (0)

well then, godspeed, human life.

and goodnight.

love,tim.


stars or stripes.

March 18, 2003 in -- | Comments (0)

the know why no and know why yes. know-why americans.

America.

America.

what is america?

God is NOT an American.

but i am.

fuck me, i am.

fuck us, we are. we are americans.

what is an american?

what an american should be. what should be an american?

America is the unipolar power. america IS power. what is Power?

power comes in lots of flavours, but is usually just good or bad.

power is mis-utilized by foolhardy cowboys, who are certain they are right, are just righteous.

America is a place where people live. a place where people have lived for a while, where most of the people are good, i know it. i know they are good.

America is a place, where average people want to do the right thing.

I am an American and I want to do the right thing. but i am fucking sure that it does not take an army to get rid of one bad man.

I have always been all for getting rid of saddam hussein, who yes should not have power over anyone, who yes has caused his own people to suffer.

but i am sure it could have been accomplished with a few bullets and a good hiding spot.

it didn’t have to take all of the ultimatums and drama and damage and bad diplomacy.

breaking the geneva treaty, just this once. it’s easier to ask for forgiveness than it is to ask for permission.

America.

America is the place where I live. America is the place where all of my favorite people live. America is unprecedented. America is the most culturally diverse nation that has ever been. America needs to get better at things. America needs to participate in the world. The world needs America to be the good cop, sometimes, the world needs America’s help. sometimes, America is good at helping.

America’s problem is its medulla oblongata. or no, the brain in general. the politicians are all fat cats. fat cats are the only people with enough money to become politicians.

America’s best politicians are in cubicles, at easels, at the head of classrooms, behind computers, are lost souls. are lost in the heart, somewhere.

America is a good idea that’s being misguided.

Newsweek has a good set of articles this week. information should be the fuel for so much talk.

i don’t know, america. you’re supposed to represent me.


for cuticles left behind

March 8, 2003 in -- | Comments (1)

the weather’s beautiful. i woke up in my own bed this morning.

richmond’s so much better when it’s warm. i tend to get outside and explore and work my vascular systems. when it’s warm. i got my backpack and put my march03 in the discman for quality control purposes, killing two birds with one stone, buzzing down cary street or its back alleys, and it was just too crowded, everyone was there, so i rode past byrd park and the ponds and people flying kites and playing tag football and past maymont and then towards the city and coasted down cary street again to the riverside and over the little walkbridge again, but for the first time since at least fall, i don’t remember, and around belle island, with the river as high as i’ve ever seen it. life vests are required today. it’s a shame so many yankees suffered there. i wonder if i should feel guilty about enjoying it.

a drummed-up country boy who never knew his place.

all the hundreds of people doing their things, holding hands and taking photographs of branches over the river, throwing frisbees over the dogs and all of the other things that they do. i realized that the world really doesn’t need me for anything, everything’s covered a thousand times over, and i’m glad.

the world doesn’t want me for a dead yankee underneath belle isle. and the world doesn’t want me for an underground poet, and the world doesn’t want me for the witty punchline guy, and the world doesn’t want me for being romantic at sunset, and the world doesn’t want me for saving anyone’s souls, not anything, has never given it thought and never will. and i’m glad. all of my colors drift.

ah chaos, all of my skin is accidental and soare the eyes.



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