At the gravesite after the ceremony, friends took the shovels from the waiting gravediggers and completed the burial themselves.
i went crazy in the snow
eating snow by the fistful
snow from the tops of the
tallest trees clapping
within the joy i found peace
exhaling birds through coral
peace known only by wind

i saw the seasons change
all at once
my hands spanned open
as if the whole world
was awaiting my arrival

but i was here all along
and like nothing but sleep
drifted away from the light
Japanese performance artist Kenichi Kanazawa taps a rubber mallet on a steel table to make sound vibrations that create transforming sand patterns
a life in the past cannot be shared with the present. each person who gets stuck in time gets stuck alone
So you mustn’t be frightened, dear Mr. Kappus, if a sadness rises in front of you, larger than any you have ever seen; if an anxiety, like light and cloud-shadows, moves over your hands and over everything you do. You must realize that something is happening to you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand and will not let you fall. Why do you want to shut out of your life any uneasiness, any misery, any depression, since after all you don’t know what work these conditions are doing inside you? Why do you want to persecute yourself with the question of where all this is coming from and where it is going? Since you know, after all, that you are in the midst of transitions and you wished for nothing so much as to change. If there is anything unhealthy in your reactions, just bear in mind that sickness is the means by which an organism frees itself from what is alien; so one must simply help it to be sick, to have its whole sickness and to break out with it, since that is the way it gets better. In you, dear Mr. Kappus, so much is happening now; you must be patient like someone who is sick, and confident like some one who is recovering; for perhaps you are both. And more: you are also the doctor, who has to watch over himself. But in every sickness there are many days when the doctor can do nothing but wait. And that is what you, insofar as you are your own doctor, must now do, more than anything else.

— Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke (translated by S. Mitchell)

how to build global community

Think of no one as “them”
Don’t confuse your comfort with your safety
Talk to strangers
Imagine other cultures through their poetry and novels
Listen to music you don’t understand*Dance to it
Act Locally
Notice the workings of power & privilege in your culture
Question consumption
Know how your lettuce and coffee are grown: wake up
and smell the exploitation
Look for fair trade and union labels
Help build economies from the bottom up
Acquire few needs
Learn a second(or third) language
Visit people,places, and cultures – not tourist attractions
Learn people’s history*Re-define progress
Know physical and political geography
Play games from other cultures*Watch films with subtitles
Know your heritage
Honor everyone’s holidays
Look at the moon and imagine someone else,
Somewhere else, looking at it too
Read the UNs Universal Declaration of Human Rights
Understand the global economy in terms of
people, land, and water
Know where your bank banks
Never believe you have the right to anyone else’s resources
Refuse to wear corporate logos: defy corporate domination
Question military/corporate connections
Don’t confuse money with wealth, or time with money
Have a pen/email pal*Honor indigenous cultures
Judge governance by how well it meets all people’s needs
Be skeptical about what you read
Eat adventurously*Enjoy vegetables,
Beans and grains in your diet
Choose curiosity over certainty
Know where your water comesfrom
and where your wastes go
Pledge allegiance to the earth;question nationalism
Think South, Central, and North-
There are many Americans
Assume that many others share your dreams
Know that no one is silent though many are not heard
Work to change this

its all in the opening

Big L- Da Graveyard

“Big L be lightin niggas like incense, getting men lynched to win tits, I’m killin infants for ten cents…”

Inspectah Deck- Triumph
“I bomb atomically, Socrates’ philosophies and hypothesis can’t define how I be droppin these…"

Cam'Ron- Come home with me intro
"Yo I advise you to step son, before i fuck your moms and make you my stepson.."

Nas- It ain't hard to tell

“It ain’t hard to tell, I excel, then prevail. The mic is contacted, I attract clientele”

Lauryn Hill- Lost Ones

“It’s funny how money change a situation, miscommunication leads to complication”

Julian Assange

One of the hopeful things that I’ve discovered is that nearly every war that has started in the past 50 years has been a result of media lies. The media could've stopped it if they had searched deep enough; if they hadn't reprinted government propaganda they could've stopped it. But what does that mean? Well, that means that basically populations don't like wars, and populations have to be fooled into wars. Populations don't willingly, with open eyes, go into a war. So if we have a good media environment, then we also have a peaceful environment.

the dress

justice is the public form of love

We’re all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing.

He must have had this Wall Street gentry in mind, or at least their prototypes, for in every age it has been the tyrant, the oppressor

and the exploiter who has wrapped himself in the cloak of patriotism, or religion, or both to deceive and overawe the people.

E. V. Debs' Canton, Ohio Anti-War Speech


Matt Taibbi
DEMANDS. why demands? OWS is not a functioning democracy. it is a social gathering of those who are voiceless in the current government. its main function is to bring social justice issues into the mainstream political conversation which would otherwise go ignored. buttttt these are pretty good:

1. Break up the monopolies. The so-called "Too Big to Fail" financial companies – now sometimes called by the more accurate term "Systemically Dangerous Institutions" – are a direct threat to national security. They are above the law and above market consequence, making them more dangerous and unaccountable than a thousand mafias combined. There are about 20 such firms in America, and they need to be dismantled; a good start would be to repeal the Gramm-Leach-Bliley Act and mandate the separation of insurance companies, investment banks and commercial banks.

2. Pay for your own bailouts. A tax of 0.1 percent on all trades of stocks and bonds and a 0.01 percent tax on all trades of derivatives would generate enough revenue to pay us back for the bailouts, and still have plenty left over to fight the deficits the banks claim to be so worried about. It would also deter the endless chase for instant profits through computerized insider-trading schemes like High Frequency Trading, and force Wall Street to go back to the job it's supposed to be doing, i.e., making sober investments in job-creating businesses and watching them grow.

3. No public money for private lobbying. A company that receives a public bailout should not be allowed to use the taxpayer's own money to lobby against him. You can either suck on the public teat or influence the next presidential race, but you can't do both. Butt out for once and let the people choose the next president and Congress.

4. Tax hedge-fund gamblers. For starters, we need an immediate repeal of the preposterous and indefensible carried-interest tax break, which allows hedge-fund titans like Stevie Cohen and John Paulson to pay taxes of only 15 percent on their billions in gambling income, while ordinary Americans pay twice that for teaching kids and putting out fires. I defy any politician to stand up and defend that loophole during an election year.

5. Change the way bankers get paid. We need new laws preventing Wall Street executives from getting bonuses upfront for deals that might blow up in all of our faces later. It should be: You make a deal today, you get company stock you can redeem two or three years from now. That forces everyone to be invested in his own company's long-term health – no more Joe Cassanos pocketing multimillion-dollar bonuses for destroying the AIGs of the world.

What are our demands, you ask? They are simple: they are the same as yours

if the occupywallstreet movement is to succeed, its vagueness is due credit.
many onlookers ask 'but what are the demands?'
What are we protesting against?

The movement is not confined under one banner
rather, it is a clear display against financial elites,
which are propagating endless war, unemployment,
and taking away the future of the middle class and environment.
The 99% refuse to be oppressed by the 1% with a quarter of the nation's wealth.

Specific causes isolate groups and are ultimately divisive.
As we see in NYC and in solidarity gathering across the country, the 'lovely disorganization' of occupywallstreet makes everyone feel like they can be part of it, and it is out of this spirit of youth that a populist mass uprising can thrive.
Gandhi: “The means and the ends are one.”

Thich Nhat Hanh: “If we work for peace out of anger, then we will never succeed. Peace is not [just] an end. It can never come about through non-peaceful means.”

It is no longer the choice between violence and nonviolence, its nonviolence and nonexistance

Each day the war goes on the hatred increases in the hearts of the Vietnamese and in the hearts of those of humanitarian instinct. The Americans are forcing even their friends into becoming their enemies. It is curious that the Americans, who calculate so carefully on the possibilities of military victory do not realize that in the process they are incurring deep psychological and political defeat. The image of America will never again be the image of revolution, freedom and democracy, but the image of violence and militarism.
driving to work in the morning, we live in graves,
always trying to climb out of the hole, buried in space.

If you want someone to be ignored, then build a life-size bronze statue of them and stick it in the middle of town.

While many Americans have been eagerly awaiting the memorial which formally sets in stone King's success in expanding civil rights, let's not be to quick to celebrate. The opening of Washington D.C.'s new MLK memorial has been postponed due to the hopefully exaggerated arrival of Hurricane Irene. This gives us more time to think about the nature of this memorial.

Some of the major contributors to the national memorial include Disney, AT&T, and Verizon. If King were active today he would likely have urged people to support the strike against Verizon to protect worker's rights. Verizon made $20 billion in profit in recent years, avoids paying corporate taxes, and is proving itself anti-union and anti-worker's benefits.

Hopefully the memorial will serve to reopen and expand public interest in civil rights and the peaceful strategies of civil disobedience.

your life is your life
don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission.
be on the watch.
there are ways out.
there is a light somewhere.
it may not be much light but
it beats the darkness.
be on the watch.
the gods will offer you chances.
know them.
take them.
you can’t beat death but
you can beat death in life, sometimes.
and the more often you learn to do it,
the more light there will be.
your life is your life.
know it while you have it.
you are marvelous
the gods wait to delight
in you.

Charles Bukowski

Philosophy stares, but brings no reasoned solution, for from nothing to being there is no logical bridge

We passed the ice of pain, and came to a dark ravine, and there we sang with the sea; the wide, the bleak abyss shifted with our slow kiss
the light of creative altruism/the darkness of destructive selfishness
dreams they seem to cost money, but money cost some dreams
you get what you're giving
you are how you're living
it always comes as a surprise
but the dirty girls are nasty
don't cry because it's over,
smile because it happened.

summers are places

i just had to turn up the music to block out the arguing couple in the street, young loves with nasty tongues. self destructive driving, insufficient appreciation. a nation of entrepreneurs . my mom and i used to joke that the reason the cats would only go outside at night was because there were less things for them to see and be scared of. she collects blue glass. i filled a blue vase for her birthday with yellow flowers and put it in between the blue glass salt and peppers shakers centered by the four blue placemats, and not placentas like text edit automatically replaces on my father the provider's new macbook. i used to say everything blue was beautiful, but now i'm more likely to wear purple. around the fire, which i was so close to my outer layer of skin burnt off: Do you believe in god? the mother who used to be a whore asked and i said no but i believe in good and am trying to live my life dedicated to love and compassion but this makes no sense to her she is far too caught up the details because she needs a base of artifact and examples but we find beauty in the metaphors and only look for the soul in things. we have felt like gods we have treated every new experience as an opportunity to learn something new about living it is thanksgiving everyday and we always enjoy the joy when we love we value another beings happiness above our own and we love all good people we meet and we do our best to output our joy but sometimes we succumb to anxiety

i could not tuck away my anxiety and i knew it was all in the back of my brain and plus everytime i looked in a mirror i saw colors pouring out of my face.

blood orange sky

I mourn the loss of thousands of precious lives, but I will not rejoice in the death of one, not even an enemy. Returning hate for hate multiplies hate, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that

Why must you yank,
gravity, you pull me like an impatient child-
waring at my skin and breasts
until I sag
you call to me-like a wench
hands lifting up from a grave
causing ripples and cracks
where smiles once rested
feet crawling from eyes where tears
ran like rivers claiming valleys.
Tell me earth? Why do you crease me
where i once curved

I'm forgetting again
that my eyes can only see as far
as the horizon permits
I was born from you, wench
like clay from my hands
and your time calls me not down-but back
like a mother calling to a child in a field at dusk.
you, in perpetual embrace-"come baby
your bones must be tired now, I know better"
my skin crawls to you
a devious child on a long, late car ride home
loose laces and sticky palms
lulled by bumps and rumbles
-and gentle voices
in you
destination trusted
with you
reversing my roam