Sunday, December 21, 2008
Saturday, December 20, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Cronaca Souversiva Feneon--New Blog----Welcome !! and A Call to Participants
Cronaca Souversiva Feneon, Faits Divers Galleani. Anarkeyology
http://cronacasouversivafeneon.blogspot.com
Welcome !! and A Call to Participants
I started this blog as a site where poets, artists, Visual Poets, Mail Artists, researchers, essayists, reviewers, artist-ragers, zine makers, comix, graffiti makers may have a place to contribute and display works which express their visions of the historical and contemporary interelated lives of Anarchy & the Arts--
This site is for any persons who are actively interested in and working in these areas
Theoretical letters are welcome, stories, photos, anything which
investigates the everyday all around one with a questioning Anarkeyological spirit & energy. Insight and Incite!
and ALSO CONTRIBUTE FAITS DIVERS INSPIRED BY THOSE OF FENEON--IN WHATEVER WAY THEY INSPIRE YOU
If you are interested please contact me at
david.chirot@gmail.com
Saturday, December 13, 2008
YOUR CHILDREN--Alexis Grigoropoulos--Poem written by children for his funeral
YOUR CHILDREN--Alexis Grigoropoulos--Poem written by children for his funeral
This is a translation of a tleaflet that was circulated at the funeral
of Alexis Grigoropoulos. It was written by school children:
WE WANT A BETTER WORLD
HELP US.
We are not terrorists, yobs, thugs.
WE ARE YOUR CHILDREN!
We are known, but still unknown.
We make dreams, don’t kill our dreams!We are impetuous, do not kill
our impetuosity!
REMEMBER
Once you too were young.
Now you chase money, you only care for image, you got fatter and lost
your hair.
YOU FORGOT!
We expected that you would support us.
We expected that you will show some interest, that for once you will
make us proud.
IN VAIN!
You live fake lives, you have bended your heads down, you have dropped
your trousers and you are waiting for the day you will die.
MATERIAL IS EVERYWHERE
LOVE IS NOWHERE
REALLY, NOWHERE
Where are our parents?
Where are the intellectuals and artists?
Why aren’t they outside to protect us?
THEY ARE KILLING US
YOUR CHILDREN
Hakan Akcura
http://open-flux.blogspot.com/
http://hakanakcura.googlepages.com/
This is a translation of a tleaflet that was circulated at the funeral
of Alexis Grigoropoulos. It was written by school children:
WE WANT A BETTER WORLD
HELP US.
We are not terrorists, yobs, thugs.
WE ARE YOUR CHILDREN!
We are known, but still unknown.
We make dreams, don’t kill our dreams!We are impetuous, do not kill
our impetuosity!
REMEMBER
Once you too were young.
Now you chase money, you only care for image, you got fatter and lost
your hair.
YOU FORGOT!
We expected that you would support us.
We expected that you will show some interest, that for once you will
make us proud.
IN VAIN!
You live fake lives, you have bended your heads down, you have dropped
your trousers and you are waiting for the day you will die.
MATERIAL IS EVERYWHERE
LOVE IS NOWHERE
REALLY, NOWHERE
Where are our parents?
Where are the intellectuals and artists?
Why aren’t they outside to protect us?
THEY ARE KILLING US
YOUR CHILDREN
Hakan Akcura
http://open-flux.blogspot.com/
http://hakanakcura.googlepages.com/
Thursday, December 11, 2008
DIAGONAL CITY BLOCK
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Last Saturday a diagonal city block from here a man in a black Taurus was found dead, shot several times in his chest, and this in the middle of the day.
Then up the street to Casa Batlló, only a diagonal city block away. It certainly stood out from the surrounding buildings, a colorful exterior with a funky exoskeleton of bone-like balconies and window structures. True to Gaudí's dislike for straight lines and right angles, the mosaic-covered facade rippled, the roof line flowed in a nice arc, and the balconies curved out gracefully from the building.
Meanwhile, there were signs that Qwest Communications International Inc., its
headquarters a diagonal city block from US West, might make a hostile bid for the Baby Bell. From their respective corner offices, Qwest Chief Executive Joseph Nacchio, on the 15th floor of the Qwest Tower, and Trujillo, on the 52nd floor of US West headquarters, could see each other's windows.
The Marines set up defensive positions in the alleyways with scrap metal from the building wrecks and the forges. Marines stood in perfectly aligned squadrons, ready for any man or tank to come rolling down to be shot. Also, the Marines stood on both sides of a diagonal city block, keeping the south road from the enemy’s grasp. They stood almost like statues for many minutes, but the silence gave way to some lowering their guns to clean or check them. After twenty minutes of waiting for their approach (they were spotted on radar), they could hear the faint chorus of roaring motors. It was a familiar sound to the soldiers, since the enemy was one of their own.
Last Saturday a diagonal city block from here a man in a black Taurus was found dead, shot several times in his chest, and this in the middle of the day.
Then up the street to Casa Batlló, only a diagonal city block away. It certainly stood out from the surrounding buildings, a colorful exterior with a funky exoskeleton of bone-like balconies and window structures. True to Gaudí's dislike for straight lines and right angles, the mosaic-covered facade rippled, the roof line flowed in a nice arc, and the balconies curved out gracefully from the building.
Meanwhile, there were signs that Qwest Communications International Inc., its
headquarters a diagonal city block from US West, might make a hostile bid for the Baby Bell. From their respective corner offices, Qwest Chief Executive Joseph Nacchio, on the 15th floor of the Qwest Tower, and Trujillo, on the 52nd floor of US West headquarters, could see each other's windows.
The Marines set up defensive positions in the alleyways with scrap metal from the building wrecks and the forges. Marines stood in perfectly aligned squadrons, ready for any man or tank to come rolling down to be shot. Also, the Marines stood on both sides of a diagonal city block, keeping the south road from the enemy’s grasp. They stood almost like statues for many minutes, but the silence gave way to some lowering their guns to clean or check them. After twenty minutes of waiting for their approach (they were spotted on radar), they could hear the faint chorus of roaring motors. It was a familiar sound to the soldiers, since the enemy was one of their own.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Monday, December 8, 2008
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Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
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they do not leave the miracle around
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Wednesday, December 3, 2008
got shelf life you (f)lunk
swack opti-tuns of ecce
in your drunk lungs
tactile nova sco
punc TU AY SHUN
oh my butterball I want
defrayal of the LATITUDE
my brat's the wurst you
eversee saw mind your head
ted mind your offal
and the ringworm set to
live will live my whitebear
winterling the limp code
leaves an ode on hote
l table top tableau no wonder
you're a blunder plimping chimpy
little skunk go over THERE
in your drunk lungs
tactile nova sco
punc TU AY SHUN
oh my butterball I want
defrayal of the LATITUDE
my brat's the wurst you
eversee saw mind your head
ted mind your offal
and the ringworm set to
live will live my whitebear
winterling the limp code
leaves an ode on hote
l table top tableau no wonder
you're a blunder plimping chimpy
little skunk go over THERE
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Clean, Clean, Clean
written for The Lower Half
Belonging to the lower class, you’re expected
To cater to the upper class’ lower bodily functions,
Not to engage their minds but to wipe their asses,
Kiss their cunts on demand, suck cocks for tips,
Unless, of course, you’re an artist, in which case,
You’re an aristocrat of the servant class, to quote
That grand maestro among slaves, Jasper Johns.
I used to clean apartments and houses.
Showing up for a new job, I was greeted
By the mistress, “I have the most respect
For new immigrants. You work so hard!”
Down low, you’ll get a disproportionate
Low down on all things funky and nasty,
Nothing unusual, really, just shit and stuff.
I cleaned toilets and fridges, folded panties,
Got on all fours, dipped into the suspicious.
A young woman confided, "I moved to Philly
Because California women were so beautiful."
She was usually home when I came. The spine
Of her soft porn book turned to the wall. They all
Had some smut in the house. This was before
The internet made these sad and surreptitious
Purchases unnecessary. I found a teen-aged
Madonna in a closet, so I knelt and sighed.
A fat one lived alone, but once she said, "Sorry,
The house is so messy today. I had company
Last night," and her face brightened angelically.
................................
Belonging to the lower class, you’re expected
To cater to the upper class’ lower bodily functions,
Not to engage their minds but to wipe their asses,
Kiss their cunts on demand, suck cocks for tips,
Unless, of course, you’re an artist, in which case,
You’re an aristocrat of the servant class, to quote
That grand maestro among slaves, Jasper Johns.
I used to clean apartments and houses.
Showing up for a new job, I was greeted
By the mistress, “I have the most respect
For new immigrants. You work so hard!”
Down low, you’ll get a disproportionate
Low down on all things funky and nasty,
Nothing unusual, really, just shit and stuff.
I cleaned toilets and fridges, folded panties,
Got on all fours, dipped into the suspicious.
A young woman confided, "I moved to Philly
Because California women were so beautiful."
She was usually home when I came. The spine
Of her soft porn book turned to the wall. They all
Had some smut in the house. This was before
The internet made these sad and surreptitious
Purchases unnecessary. I found a teen-aged
Madonna in a closet, so I knelt and sighed.
A fat one lived alone, but once she said, "Sorry,
The house is so messy today. I had company
Last night," and her face brightened angelically.
................................
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