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Friedrich Hölderlin: Narcyssen . . . / Jim Dine: Thistles in September

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Thistle in September

 Thistle in September: Jim Dine, 2014, charcoal, pastel and watercolour on paper, 132.1 x 106 cm (courtesy of Pace Gallery)

Narcyssen Ranunklen und
Siringen aus Persien
Blümen Nelken, gezogen perlenfarb
Und schwarz und Hyacinthen,
Wie wenn es riechet, statt Musik
Des Eingangs, dort, wo böse Gedanken,
Liebende mein Sohn vergessen sollen einzugehen
Verhältnisse und diß Leben
Christophori...........der Drache vergleicht der Natur
Gang und Geist und Gestalt.


Dying Thistle

Dying Thistle: Jim Dine, 2014, charcoal, pastel and watercolour on paper, 124.5 x 102.9 cm (courtesy of Pace Gallery)

Narcissi, ranunculi and
Syringas from Persia
Carnations, bred
Flowers pearl-coloured
And black and hyacinths
As when there's a smell, instead of music
Of entry, there, where an evil thought,
..................my son
Lovers should forget to enter into
Relationships and this life
.....................................Christopher's
Dragon.....compares with nature's
Gait and spirit and shape


Friedrich Hölderlin (1770-1843): Narcyssen . . . / Narcissi . . . : hymn fragment, between 1800 and 1805, translated by Michael Hamburger in Friedrich Hölderlin: Selected Poems and Fragments, 1966

Tomatoes in September

Dying Tomatoes in September: Jim Dine, 2014, charcoal, pastel and watercolour on paper, 100.3 x 137.5 cm (courtesy of Pace Gallery)

Day Lilys on Cottonwood

Day Lilys on Cottonwood: Jim Dine, 2014, charcoal, pastel and watercolour on paper, 76.2 x 116.2 cm (courtesy of Pace Gallery)

Artichokes on the rue Madame

Artichokes on the rue Madame: Jim Dine, 2014, charcoal, pastel and watercolour on paper, 74 x 101.9 cm (courtesy of Pace Gallery)

Tucson, Winter 1947

 Tucson, Winter 1947
: Jim Dine, 2014, charcoal, pastel and watercolour on paper, 157.5 x 135.3 cm (courtesy of Pace Gallery)



Aram Saroyan: Old People

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Untitled: photo by Joshua Perez (StrangeGoodness), 24 July 2013

You see
................the electronic
...............................meshing
in the human being
................assume a
...............................scattershot
aspect, yet
................engaging
...............................the world
with an
................interest perhaps
...............................greater
for being
................random 
...............................alighting on
doorknobs
................that must
...............................be painted
seeing that
................the newspaper
...............................would be better off
red, it is
................old age
...............................the second
childhood
................in which the
...............................limbs are brittle
not doughy
................yet sing
...............................with their stiff
lineaments
................the random currents
...............................of each precious
moment passing
................into the larger
...............................mystery
and away


Aram Saroyan: Old People, from Open Field Suite, 1998




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Marcia Roberts: Revealed and Not Revealed

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Antirrhinum cornutum (Spurred Snapdragon): photo by Frizzzlefry, 28 May 2012

Spring pleases and doesn't
leaves pile and drift...we
need a snow shovel...today
sprinkles...our clothes...damp
laurel in bloom...someone's
snapdragons...and Rosa's collage
made with my papers...a poem
of Catholic and Japanese scripts
Llosa's text...From the land
of sky blue water...HAMM'S BEER
cool...clear...dreaming of dementia

Marcia Roberts: Revealed and Not Revealed, from When People Stop Singing (in progress)
 

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Calia secundiflora (Texas mountain laurel), flowers, Old Tucson, Arizona: photo by Kretyen, 3 March 2008



Hamm's Beer Scene-o-Rama, manufactured by Lakeside Plastics, Minneapolis, c 1960s: photo by Barry Travis via Collectors Weekly, 10 March 2011


Hamm's Beer ad, 1964: image via Classic Film, 12 December 2003
 
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Today and every Weds we've got $2 #HammsBeer pints and $6 pitchers from open 'till close #HappyHourSeattle #BeerLove: image via the Victory Lounge, 18 February 2015

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#sunrise #flora #fathersgarden #winter #sanantonio: image via losnsa @losnsa, 26 February 2015

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#sunrise #flora #fathersgarden #winter #sanantonio: image via losnsa @losnsa, 26 February 2012
 
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Sunsets on mama Horne's back porch! #sanantonio #txwx So glad to be home: image via Kirsten Horne @KirstenHorne, 5 March 2015

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From the land of sky blue water and where @trevorminusteve comes from #hammsbeer #notcraftbeer #bringit: image via noelstr @rafi602, 24 April 2015

Jim Dine: My Letter to the Troops

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Very cool decor at #AdmiralBenbow - Oldest and biggest pub in #Penzance: image via Twyla Campbell @wanderwoman10 8 February, 2013 Cornwall, England

I  Who Is George? (Blind Pew, The Admiral Benbow, and a sanctuary of fellows)

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Exhibit no. 3 from George's art gallery: Tres Fingered Mono (monkey) #whoisgeorge: image via Cameron Pilley @campilley, 15 May 2014

Who was George. 
George,  
who was always so eager to make everyone feel welcome. 
He broke his dish when I dropped mine. 
He learns of Blind Pew at the Admiral Benbow and Jim Hawkins being George. 
He thought the second war was a sanctuary of fellows. 
"Not so," said the Cyclops. 
His anger at everything was shining and made old
by one eye's sadness, the ether, the knife, the fictional home.


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@samboxall1 @griswood13 right I'm sending my mate round to sort you out Boxall #BlindPew: image via Tom Bell @tom_bell87, 4 May 2013

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Lovely dinner tonight in the #AdmiralBenbow pub. The inside is a 18th century ship, the #HMSAssociate. #Cornwall: image via Steven Bridle @SJBridle, 27 August 2014

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#PUBS Spotting treasure in historic smugglers inn isn't ‘haar’d’. #AdmiralBenbow #Penzance: image via Christie + Co UK @ChristieCoUK, 26 June 2014

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Exhibit no. 2 from George's art gallery: Spitting Cobra #whoisgeorge ??? Hint - psa top 100 : image via Cameron Pilley @campilley, 15 May 2014

II  an angel arriving


Joseph's Dream: Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, 1645, oil on mahogany panel, 20 x 27 cm (Staatliche Museen, Berlin)

I've checked the day light
The drops of blood, work my big toe on my right foot, asleep on the next toe,
resting.
Your savior obsession -- the mass,
the civil privileges given us by you
the "false" foot forward on
our property, the orange robe visits
with our other preferences
Like the hair,
Rubbed off the beard
Against the tree on the veld,
The head,
Wrinkled by age
fat
As ever -- Back to Front
with an angel arriving and untangling those gone.



Music-making Angel: Melozzo da Forli, 1480-84, fresco (Pinacoteca, Vatican)


III  Ernie Donagh dead

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Que hermosa luna!! Será la famosa #LunaDeSangre?? What a beautiful moon! Will [it be] the famous #BloodMoon?: image via Carlos San Martin @carlosdanielsm9, 7 March 2015 Chillán, Chile

Eunice is gone,
dead, dead

Dead, Fred's dead,
Hercules died without me, Chloe too
Ernie Donagh dead... and now
And now
Doc's gone.



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House exterior on Van Horn Street, Hamilton County, Ohio: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935 (US Resettlement Administration)

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House exterior on Van Horn Street, Hamilton County, Ohio: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935 (US Resettlement Administration)

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Bed and sitting room, Hamilton County, Ohio: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Tenement kitchen, Hamilton County, Ohio
: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935
(Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Bed and sitting room, Hamilton County, Ohio: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Van Horn Street, Hamilton County, Ohio: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Girl and movie poster, Cincinnati, Ohio: photo by John Vachon, October 1938 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Parking lot, Cincinnati, Ohio: photo by John Vachon, October 1938 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Man reading newspaper in Fountain Square, Cincinnati, Ohio: photo by John Vachon, October 1938 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Girl watching the sesquicentennial parade, Cincinnati, Ohio: photo by John Vachon, October 1938 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Cincinnati, Ohio: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

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Typical wood frame house, Hamilton County, Ohio: photo by Carl Mydans, December 1935 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)


IV  grandpa's wizard table

Hardware store, Marion, Ohio

Hardware store, Marion, Ohio: photo by Ben Shahn, summer 1938 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

In between the delivery room in the hospital and the new brick house on Cheyenne Drive I lived with my Grandma and Grandpa on the North Crescent.  They lived in a small house like their neighbors.  There were a few very grand places but they were hard to imagine as I was one and two years old.  Grandma's floors were very polished and there was a small stained glass on the way upstairs.  My mother and I slept in one of the 3 bedrooms.  There was also an attic but I was too afraid to look in it.  Our bathroom smelled of old folks.  It was tiled white with black tesserae for accent and the toothbrushes lying around had lost their hair.  In the basement was my grandpa's wizard table where he did his sleight-of-hand thinking.  His hammer held the most power and the noise it made when it struck a nail or for that matter any surface amplified the random anger swimming around there from his porcine fist.


Hardware store, Somerset, Ohio

Hardware store, Somerset, Ohio
: photo by Ben Shahn, summer 1938 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)


1.  EAST FRONT, LOOKING WEST - Strong House, 2715 Park Avenue, Cincinnati, Hamilton County, OH
 

EAST FRONT, LOOKING WEST - Strong House, 2715 Park Avenue, Cincinnati, Hamilton County, OH. One of the older frame buildings in Walnut Hills according to tax records, it was also one of the more architecturally outstanding buildings in a cluster of similar frame houses. Initial Construction, 1865. Owned by M. L. Strong in 1884.: photo by Historic American Buildings Survey, after 1933 (Library of Congress)

5.  NORTH SIDE AND (WEST) REAR, LOOKING SOUTHEAST - Strong House, 2715 Park Avenue, Cincinnati, Hamilton County, OH

NORTH SIDE AND (WEST) REAR, LOOKING SOUTHEAST - Strong House, 2715 Park Avenue, Cincinnati, Hamilton County, OH: photo by Historic American Buildings Survey, after 1933 (Library of Congress)

6.  REAR AND SOUTH SIDE, LOOKING NORTHEAST - Strong House, 2715 Park Avenue, Cincinnati, Hamilton County, OH

REAR AND SOUTH SIDE, LOOKING NORTHEAST - Strong House, 2715 Park Avenue, Cincinnati, Hamilton County, OH: photo by Historic American Buildings Survey, after 1933 (Library of Congress


V  Stepping up the alert status

Detail of an Assyrian relief from Nimrud showing horses and horsemen of the royal chariot, 725 B.C.

Detail of an Assyrian relief from Nimrud showing horses and horsemen of the royal chariot, 725 B.C . Activists, officials and historians have condemned Islamic State (Isis) for the destruction of the ancient Assyrian archaeological site of Nimrud in Iraq, with Unesco describing the act as a war crime.“They are not destroying our present life, or only taking the villages, churches, and homes, or erasing our future – they want to erase our culture, past and civilisation,” said Habib Afram, the president of the Syriac League of Lebanon, adding that Isis’s actions were reminiscent of the Mongol invasion of Arabia.: photo by Steven Vidler/Eurasia Press/Corbis via The Guardian, 6 March 2015

Stepping up the alert status.
I seek your understanding.
I am affected by the access, in and out.
We are mothering relevant governments and military watercolors are vibrant and at attention.
The girl, 
The angel, 
The Rembrandt portrait of defection, exhaling clouds of life into the cold air.
I feel love, really up there inside you/"new appearances." 
"Where's that?" she asked, "America?"
America is marching in an unlikely manner. 
1000 lines of battle
2 feathers
come to 
camp ground.
Mr. and Mrs. 
Full up, upstairs coyotes, 
Coyotes, cougars
Wheat fields, unfaithful
Apple trees on the
side of the Jerusalem hills, 
5 year old fingers
Unfaithful and --
Faithful.
And unfaithful wives, 
The landscape, unfaithful, 
Friends and cousins,
My grand children. 
The neighbors across the road (and their animals) 
Your plants 
The people who tend your plants, 
Unfaithful.



Bas-relief from the Palace of Ashpurnal II at Kalhu in Nimrud, ca 883-889 BC. Islamic State fighters have looted and bulldozed the ancient Assyrian city of Nimrud, the Iraqi government said, in their latest assault on some of the world’s greatest archaeological and cultural treasures.
A tribal source from the nearby city of Mosul said the jihadis, who dismiss Iraq’s pre-Islamic heritage as idolatrous, had pillaged the 3,000-year-old site on the banks of the Tigris river.: photo by Christie's Images/Corbis via The Guardian, 6 March 2015

IV  The Joseph Poem 


Joseph and Potiphar's Wife: Leonaert Bramer, 1630s, brush and black ink, gray wash on brownish gray paper, 400 x 310 mm (Courtauld Gallery, London)

Voice, the answer, the moon, 
The crook of my arm/moves the flesh, 
The blue desert/no effect
High and verdant
Animals are chilling your lavender
is fading to lavender.
Please send me home to the edge of the evening, 
The Blood moon, 
You miss it: 
October will crowd itself to no effect. 
Speak "The Joseph Poem."
The Shining bed with phallus
it turns to dust 
A Son of God appears
"a gold baby"
(The audience witnesses the birth.) 
The proprietor, 
An old guy wearing his own conversation like a regular customer looks at 
The radio, very loud in the middle of the night or is it tomorrow night
killing the session,
A mark of an unlikely messenger
knowing the website of the government's channels. 
The ongoing development between northern and southern property owners. 
The try to be aware of  
Top-Man. 
The deep purple reflex 
His bouquet of juniper bears witness to the soldiers 
well-knit by the lies of autumn, 
Styria, 
Once again its
complex soil is -- 
a vagina of money. 
The expression of rage blessed soul and screaming 
Tenor, 
Listening to the impulse of strokes 
The history of screams -- 
Bernini, 
Damaged by a crack
Executed and invented by memory 
Shaping the new Christian road block.



Joseph and Potiphar's Wife: Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, 1634, etching, 90 x 115 mm (Rijksmuseum, Amsterdam)


Scenes from the Story of Joseph: The Search for the Cup (detail): Bacchiacca, 1515-16, oil on wood (Galleria Borghese, Rome)



Scenes from the Story of Joseph: The Discovery of the Stolen Cup (detail): Bacchiacca, 1515-16, oil on wood (Galleria Borghese, Rome)


Joseph Accused by Potiphar's Wife: Rembrandt Harmenszoon van Rijn, 1655, oil on canvas, 106 x 98 cm (National Gallery of Art, Washington)

Interlude: Styria


Flavius Josephus: The Jewish Antiquities: Jean Fouquet, c. 1465, manuscript (Ms. français 247, 2 volumes), 430 x 290 mm (folio size) (Bibliothèque Nationale, Paris)


Flavius Josephus: The Jewish Antiquities: Jean Fouquet, c. 1465, manuscript (Ms. français 247, 2 volumes), 430 x 290 mm (folio size) (Bibliothèque Nationale, Paris)


Flavius Josephus: The Jewish Antiquities: Jean Fouquet, c. 1465, manuscript (Ms. français 247, 2 volumes), 430 x 290 mm (folio size) (Bibliothèque Nationale, Paris)



Grüner See (Green Lake), Tragöß, Styria, Austria: photo by Neo II, 8 June 2013

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#GrunerSee (Green lake) is a lake in #Styria, #Austria.
In the winter you’ll find crisp …: image via Sandra @SandraUpandAway, 10 August 2015



Grüner See (Green Lake), Tragöß, Styria, Austria: photo by Neo II, 8 June 2013



Fünffenstergrotte ( Fünffenster-Grotte ), Peggau, Styria, Austria. Place of worship.
After repeated search I've finally found this hidden mythical cave ;-)  In the rock faces besides a roman settlement there are a lot of caves from prehistorical and historical importance at Kugelstein near Peggau/Styria/Austria: photo by LitterART, 11 October 2014


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#gemischtwarenladen #urbex #decay #austria #styria #leibnitz #steiermark #österreich: image via Hansjörg Kraser @DeppusMaximus, 6 March 2015 Sankt Andrä-Höch, Osterreich

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The view on our new year's hike today! #styria #antennesteiermark
: image via Styrian Beauty Blog @styrianbtyblog, 1 January 2015


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#Austriasupercélula rotatoria vista sobre #Styria 23.6.2014 foto: Gerald Reczek @chematierra: image via xavypardos @xavypardos, 27 June 2014

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out the door before breakfast for a walk around the vines #styria #austrianwine #icanbarelyfitintomypants: image via Alison Smith Story @texacaliali, 18 June 2014

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@Schwarzenegger Ad in #styria... Echt. Stark. Steirisch!: image via Aki @prince_myshkin, 14 January 2014

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I don't think you'll find the four gospels in the novel Dogs of War by Frederick Forsyth 1974 #stluke #styria #antennesteiermark: image via Robin Drinkall @TheTreeDen, 24 May 2014

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Finally shot the starry night of #styria. Was quite cold... : image via Patrick Kolar @DrFritzi, 31 May 2014

VII  I must draw the Popes


Funeral Monument to the Anti-pope John XXIII (detail): Donatello, 1422-28, gilded pietra serena (Baptistry, Florence)

Bring me my charcoal sticks

I must draw the Popes 
The bust of the Popes. 
Urban 
Paul 
Reuben 
John 
Francis, I must make 
Their blurred faces
A mark on the paper 
The build up of carbon on my palms. 
On my palms.



Pope Paul III: Tiziano Vecellio, 1545-46, oil on canvas, 106 x 85 cm (Museo Nazionale di Capodimonte, Naples)



 Pope Urban VIII: Gian Lorenzo Bernini, 1632, oil on canvas, 67 x 50 cm (Galleria Nazionale d'Arte Antica, Rome)


Bust of Pope Urban VIII: Gian Lorenzo Bernini, 1632-33, bronze, height 100 cm (Museo Museo Sacro, Musei Vaticani, Vatican)

VIII  The Black Spot

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Kāds šņukuriņš nomigrēja garām,ka saņēma #TheBlackSpot: image via Alïna Samïte, 1 September 2013

Who was George. 
North of Villa Borghese
George, 
Where Pope Julius lived in a leafy green room 
George, 
who was always so eager for his orange trees. 
To make everyone feel welcome in his quiet haven. 
He broke his dish when I dropped mine. 
I paid my entrance fee. 
George learns of Blind Pew at the Admiral Benbow. 
His Jewish classics, like the Pantheon for instance, 
were so sure the second war was a sanctuary of fellows. 
"Not so," said the Cyclops.
It is full of pain and his anger
everything was shining and made old 
By "one eye's" sadness, the ether and the knife. 
A Ghetto tradition
Slightly scorched around the edges. 
George, to avoid competition, fills the cavity with nuts
and his sense of terror, a medical falsehood.
George, you're a brave man
On the next toe 
You've been a lot of places 
Your savior obsession -- the dark section doesn't hold 
The civil privileges 
you might find on any "peoples" telephone
Us buy you kid --
Did the cab come or stand on your "false" foot forward 
How about a little light on our own property, 
A rebuke, 
("Do you think you're being too Chinese?") 
This is a perception of pirates giving me the black spot
by the Creator.
Privacy, a coming of age word 
my sea chest, stolen by my relative or 
some local acquaintance 
who empties my house of
sacred objects that I owned 
and was able to buy
because of the gifts in my left hand. 
All your purses on the bed
clawed at by the children
owned by them now
so meaningless 
the robbery of my heart 
two thieves and the victim 
all swimming in our tears 
caressed by gold 
and foundry costs. 
In front of our eyes 
the boy removes 
the hot ore
there is little left now
to steal in America, marching and 
eating as fast as we can 
Japan, winning the contest.


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 @brodiegal Quick! Is this the label affixed to the back of the carton? #theblackspot: image via Matt Baldwin @thisbrokenwheel, 27 March 2014

IX  Blood Moon

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Beautiful Photos of the April 4, 2015 #BloodMoon (Passover): image via GENIUS IDIOT @Alpaca_Poncho, 7 March 2015

So my brother won't leave his room
broken and sure of his comb over
a martian's waffle
Bacon and sovereign freedom;
Safe and waiting for
Papal rule.
Eggs and pancakes
No death penalty!
Moths carry me along through the moon's glow.
Pale and sweating,
I'm stealing your flutter and your carnal smile.
I've become a tramp,
My daughter,
I smell you through my aching knees
In the sweet bye and bye
Although the fear of passion is hard to sustain
The music of the Virgin's touch,
Is more like Jesus and the earth starts to dread,
the star missing you.
I really should try "loneliness";
I called to say;
Breakfast was great and forgive me for being old.
The wild family,
meanwhile,
will tell me that the sun is deep.
The trees grow wild again,
over,
I remember your face, forever.



Amsterdam, Netherlands A terminally ill woman looks at a self-portrait of Rembrandt at the Rijksmuseum. Dutch charity Ambulance Wens granted the dying woman’s last wish for a private viewing of the Rembrandt exhibition: p
hoto by Roel Foppen/AP via The Guardian, 7 March 2015
 
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Jim Dine's 'Opio' robe (2008) @ArtDeVuyst!! #NeoDada #JimDine: image via Galerij De Vuyst @ArtDeVuyst, 16 February 2015


A pair of interacting galaxies that are known as Arp 273. The larger of the spiral galaxies, UGC 1810, has a disc that is being tidally distorted into a rose-like shape by its companion, UGC 1813. The swath of blue jewels across the top is made up of clusters of intensely hot, young blue stars that glow fiercely in ultraviolet light. The smaller galaxy shows signs of intense star formation at its nucleus, perhaps triggered by the galactic encounter. The image was taken in 2010.: photo by NASA/ESA via The Guardian, 28 February 2015


The Sombrero Galaxy. The galaxy, seen edge on, is made up of a brilliant white core encircled by a thick line of dust and is 50,000 light-years in diameter and 28m light years from Earth. Using Hubble observations, astronomers calculate that there is a supermassive black hole, with a mass one billion times the sun’s, at its core.
: photo by NASA/ESA via The Guardian, 28 February 2015
 
Jim Dine: My Letter to the Troops, 2015

Samuel Beckett: My Family

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Indonesia's Street Monkeys #streetmonkey #animalrights #creepy #Jakarta #WowShack: image via Wow Shack @WowShack, 1 February 2015

My family. To begin with it had no part or share in what I was doing. Having set forth from that place, it was only natural I should return to it, given the accuracy of my navigation. And my family could have moved to other quarters during my absence, and settled down a hundred leagues away, without my deviating by as much as a hair's-breadth from my course. As for the screams of pain and wafts of decomposition (assuming I was capable of noticing them), they would have seemed to me quite in the natural order of things, such as I had come to know it. If before such manifestations I had been compelled each time to turn aside, I should not have got very far. Washed (on the surface only) by the rains, my head cracking with unutterable imprecations, it was for myself I should have had to turn aside, before all else. (After all perhaps I was doing so: that would account for my vaguely circular motion.) Lies, lies: mine was not to know, nor to judge, nor talk, but to go.



Jakarta, Indonesia: A monkey is chained on its cage before it is trained for a monkey circus. Monkey circus or "topeng monyet" is very popular and the most original form of entertainment in Indonesia especially in Java
: photo by Adi Weda/EPA via The Guardian, 7 November 2008

That the bacillus botulinus should have exterminated my entire kith and kin (I shall never weary or repeating this) was something I could readily admit -- but only on condition that my personal behaviour had not to suffer by it. Let us rather consider what really took place, if Mahood was telling the truth. And why should he have lied to me, he so anxious to obtain my adhesion? (To what, now that I come to think of it? To his conception of me?) Why? For fear of paining me perhaps. But I am there to be pained, that is what my tempters have never grasped. What they all wanted (each according to his particular notion of what is endurable) was that I should exist and at the same time be only moderately (or perhaps I should say finitely) pained. They have even killed me off, with the friendly remark that having reached the end of my endurance I had no choice but to disappear. (The end of my endurance! It was one second they should have schooled me to endure: after that I would have held out for all eternity, whistling a merry tune.)


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 #streetmonkey: image via daniar aditya @
daniar aditya, 27 March 2013

The hard knocks they invented for me! But the bouquet was this story of Mahood's in which I appear as upset at having been delivered so economically of a pack of blood relations (not to mention the two cunts into the bargain: the one for ever accursed that ejected me into this world and the other, infundibuliform, in which -- pumping my likes -- I tried to take my revenge).

To tell the truth (let us be honest at least), it is some considerable time now since I last knew what I was talking about. It is because my thoughts are elsewhere. I am therefore forgiven. So long as one's thoughts are somewhere everything is permitted.



A monkey is led by its trainer Qi Defang in preparation for a circus in Suzhou, China. The city has more than 300 circus troupes: photo by William Hong/Reuters via The Guardian, 6 December 2014

On then, without misgiving, as if nothing had happened. And let us consider what really took place (if Mahood was telling me the truth when he represented me as rid at one glorious sweep of parents, wife and heirs). I've plenty of time to blow it all sky-high, this circus where it is enough to breathe to qualify for asphyxiation: I'll find a way out of it, it won't be like the other times. But I should not like to defame my defamer. For when he made me turn and set off in the other direction, before I had exhausted the possibilities of the one I was pursuing, he had not in mind a shrinking of the spirit, not for a moment: but a purely physiological commotion, followed by a simple desire to vomit -- corresponding respectively to the howls of my family as they grudgingly succumbed and the subsequent stench (this latter compelling me to beat in retreat under penalty of losing consciousness entirely). (This version of the facts having been restored, it only remains to say it is no better than the other and no less incompatible with the kind of creature I might just conceivably have been if they had known how to take me.)

So let us consider now what really occurred. Finally I found myself, without surprise, within the building (circular in form as already stated, its ground-floor consisting of a single room flush with the arena) and there completed my rounds -- stamping under foot the unrecognizable remains of my family (here a face, there a stomach, as the case might be), and sinking into them with the ends of my crutches, both coming and going.

To say I did so with satisfaction would be stretching the truth. For my feeling was rather one of annoyance at having to flounder in such muck just at the moment when my closing contortions called for a firm and level surface. I like to fancy (even if it is not true) that it was in mother's entrails I spent the last days of my long voyage, and set out on the next. (No, I have no preference: Isolde's breast would have done just as well, or papa's private parts, or the heart of one of the little bastards.) But is it certain? Would I have not been more likely, in a sudden access of independence, to devour what remained of the fatal corned-beef?

How often did I fall during these final stages, while the storms raged without?



Monkey Training for a Circus, Suzhou, China. With more than 300 circus troupes, Suzhou is known as the hometown of the Chinese circus.: photo by Yongzi Chu/EPA via the Guardian, 12 February 2015

But enough of this nonsense: I was never anywhere but here, no one ever got me out of here. Enough of acting the infant who has been told so often how he was found under a cabbage leaf that in the end he remembers the exact spot in the garden and the kind of life he led there before joining the family circle. There will be no more from me about bodies and trajectories, sky and earth -- I don't know what it all is. They have told me, explained to me, described to me, what it all is, what it looks like, what it's all for (one after the other, thousands of times, in thousands of connections), until I must have begun to look as if I understood. Who would ever think, to hear me, that I've never seen anything, never heard anything but their voices? (And man! The lectures they gave me on men, before they even began trying to assimilate me to him!) What I speak of, what I speak with, all comes from them -- it's all the same to me. But it's no good, there's no end to it. It's of me now I must speak, even if I have to do it with their language. It will be a start, a step towards silence and the end of madness: the madness of having to speak and not being able to -- except of things that don't concern me, that I don't believe, that they have crammed me full of to prevent me from saying who I am, where I am, and from doing what I have to do in the only way that can put an end to it, from doing what I have to do. How they must hate me!


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Ah a nice state they have me in -- but still I'm not their creature (not quite, not yet). To testify to them, until I die (as if there was any dying with that tomfoolery): that's what they've sworn they'll bring me to. Not to be able to open my mouth without proclaiming them, and our fellowship: that's what they imagine they'll have me reduced to. It's a poor trick that consists in ramming a set of words down your gullet on the principle that you can't bring them up without being branded as belonging to their breed. But I'll fix their gibberish for them. I never understood a word of it in any case -- not a word of the stories it spews, like gobbets in a vomit. My inability to absorb, my genius for forgetting, are more than they reckoned with. Dear incomprehension, it's thanks to you I'll be myself in the end. Nothing will remain of all the lies they have glutted me with. And I'll be myself at last (as a starveling belches his odourless wind, before the bliss of coma).

But who, they?

Is it really worth inquiring? With my cogged means? No, but that's no reason not to. On their own ground, with their own arms, I'll scatter them, and their miscreated puppets. (Perhaps I'll find traces of myself by the same occasion.) 

That's decided then.


Image, Source: digital file from intermediary roll film

Circus poster, Omaha, Nebraska: photo by John Vachon, November 1938 (Farm Security Administration Collection, Library of Congress)

What is strange is that they haven't been pestering me for some time past (yes, they've inflicted the notion of time on me too). What conclusion, using their methods, am I to draw from this? Mahood is silent: that is to say his voice continues, but is no longer renewed. Do they consider me so plastered with their rubbish that I can never extricate myself, never make a gesture but their cast must come to life? But within, motionless, I can live, and utter me, for no ears but my own. They loaded me down with their trappings and stoned me through the carnival. I'll sham dead now, whom they couldn't bring to life, and my monster's carapace will rot off me. But it's entirely a matter of voices: no other metaphor is appropriate. They've blown me up with their voices, like a balloon, and even as I collapse it's them I hear.



A monkey enjoys a watermelon during the ‘monkey buffet festival’ in Lopburi, Thailand. The festival is held every year to promote tourism and to thank the monkeys for drawing visitors to the town: photo by Narong Sangnak/EPA via The Guardian, 6 December 2014
 
Who, them? And why nothing more from them lately? Can it be they have abandoned me, saying "Very well, there's nothing to be done with him, let's leave it at that, he's not dangerous"? Ah but the little murmur of unconsenting man, to murmur what it is their humanity stifles! The little gasp of the condemned to life, rotting in his dungeon garrotted and racked, to gasp what it is to have to celebrate banishment! Beware!

No, they have nothing to fear. I am walled round with their vociferations. No one will ever know what I am, none will ever hear me say it: I won't say it, I can't say it, I have no language but theirs. No, perhaps I'll say it (even with their language), for me alone -- so as not to have not lived in vain, and so as to go silent. (If that is what confers the right to silence -- and it's unlikely: it's they who have silence in their gift, they who decide, the same old gang, among themselves.) No matter, to hell with silence: I'll say what I am, so as not to have been born for nothing. I'll fix their jargon for them. Then any old thing (no matter what, whatever they want), with a will, till time is done -- at least with a good grace.
 
Samuel Beckett (1906-1989): from The Unnamable (1959)



A street monkey performing in a baby mask in Jakarta: photo by Tatan Syuflana/AP via The Guardian, 27 October 2013

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The Perfect Republican



Cotton is King: photo by Danny Johnston/Corbis via New York Magazine, 28 September 2014
Tom Cotton Is Now the Perfect Republican: Jonathan Chait, New York Magazine, 28 September 2014
 
Tom Cotton is the state-of-the-art Republican candidate -- a perfect, and possibly too-perfect, blend of biography and opportunity. Cotton studied at Harvard, came by his conservatism early and fervently, served in Iraq, won the favor of Washington party elites like Bill Kristol, and can win a Senate seat by running in a midterm election in the deep red state of Arkansas. The only thing that might trip up Cotton is his principles, which he is feverishly jettisoning.

Cotton currently serves in the House as a frequent member of the “hell no” caucus, which votes against nearly everything. The trouble is that one of those things was the farm bill, which is popular in Arkansas because it lavishes subsidies upon major state industries. 

Cotton’s opponent, Mark Pryor, has assailed him for this vote. Cotton has shot back with an ad claiming that this only happened because “President Obama hijacked the farm bill, turning it into a food stamp bill.”

Cotton’s claim, as a myriad of independent fact-checkers have pointed out, is completely false. More interesting than Cotton’s transparent attempts to evade this fact is the ideological synthesis Cotton has developed in the course of making himself acceptable to the Arkansas electorate.

In his untrue ad, Cotton argues that he voted as he did because “career politicians love attaching bad ideas to good ones.” The bad idea here, in Cotton’s telling, is food stamps. The good idea is farm subsidies. This premise is worth considering.

Farm subsidies were created during the New Deal, at the height of both a catastrophic fall in farm incomes (at a time when farmers comprised a far higher share of the economy) and Democratic faith in a centrally planned economy. The planning fad manifested itself in such disasters as the National Recovery Act, a quasi-fascistic price-fixing scheme that failed, was struck down by the Supreme Court, and fortunately abandoned as a policy model in favor of more effective, market-friendly remedies for the excesses of the free market.

Yet farm subsidies have lived on. Their survival has nothing to do with any public policy merits. There is no persuasive economic rationale for why the government should write checks to people who operate farms as opposed to textile mills or construction firms or any other business. (Yes, people need to eat, but the market is capable of supplying food, just as it is capable of supplying clothing and shelter.) Farmers are also more affluent than the average American. Since they are overwhelmingly white and conveniently spread throughout nearly every state, their claim to public subsidy has gained some popular legitimacy.

Faced with his controversial vote against the farm bill, Cotton has urgently fashioned himself as an agri-supremacist. He has urged the locals to ignore the judgment of fact-checking journalists who pronounce his ad false: “I don’t think liberal reporters who call themselves fact checkers spent much time growing up on a farm in Yell County growing up with Len Cotton, so I think I know a little bill more about farming than they do.” Cotton’s identity as a onetime farmboy, by this argument, lends him a superiority in any dispute over farm policy that overrides even the facts themselves. Cotton perhaps first developed this epistemological theory while studying philosophy at Harvard.

Cotton goes further still. Molly Ball, in an engrossing profile, reports that Cotton argues against food stamps because its recipients live high on the hog: “They have steak in their basket, and they have a brand-new iPhone, and they have a brand-new SUV.” As an argument against food stamps, this is laughably false: The program offers a benefit averaging $1.50 per person per meal, and its beneficiaries are quite poor:



What’s more, the charge Cotton falsely makes against the food-stamp program is in fact completely true about the crop-subsidy program. It furnishes its recipients with lavish benefits and many of of them are millionaires. But this is the program Cotton, even while fighting to the death against the one that feeds extremely poor, hungry people, vows to protect. Hell, he is even named after a major staple crop.

The snag in Cotton’s rapid path to national power turns out to be that his ideology is just a little too consistent. But he has found the solution. He is running not quite as a principled foe of government, but instead as a committed opponent of redistribution. Government is bad insofar as it gives money to the poor and vulnerable. Tom Cotton is going places in the Republican Party.



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Tom Cotton Gets Funds From Israeli Panel in Arkansas Senate Race: NewsMax, 3 October 2014

Rep. Tom Cotton, R-Ark., has gotten a huge boost in his battle against incumbent Sen. Mark Pryor, D-Ark., in the midterm November elections -- a donation of $700,000 from the Emergency Committee for Israel (ECFI).

The cash will be used for television, radio and digital ads.

One ad, entitled “A Serious Leader,” already running, states, “Why won’t Mark Pryor debate foreign policy with Tom Cotton? Threats are growing -- ISIS, Russia, Iraq, Syria, Gaza. What’s Mark Pryor’s answer? He won’t say, but Tom Cotton will.

“He served in Iraq and Afghanistan. He fought for us on the battlefield and he’ll fight for us in the Senate. Tom Cotton, a serious leader for a serious time.”

The ad notes, “The Emergency Committee for Israel is responsible for the content of this advertising.”
 
Cotton, 37, who served as a U.S. Army captain from 2005-2009 with the 101st Airborne, is seen in the ad wearing military fatigues, toting a battle rifle, and, in civilian attire, addressing a group of supporters at a political event.  

William Kristol, head of the ECFI and founder of the political journal Weekly Standard, told the Free Beacon, “We’re for a strong Israel and a strong America. So is Tom Cotton. He’ll be a great senator.”

The group is not solely playing party favorites. For example, in April it turned against incumbent Rep. Walter Jones, R-N.C., 71, facing a challenge for the seat he has held since 1995 from 23-year Marine vet and aviation project manager Marshall Adame.

The ECFI produced a video slamming Jones, saying, “Cong. Walter Jones once was a conservative but he’s changed. Today, he’s the most liberal Republican in Congress. Once upon a time, Walter Jones was right for North Carolina, but he’s changed. Isn’t it time your vote changed as well?”

The ECFI and Kristol seem to be backing a likely winner in Cotton, and the new injection of ad money could put him well over the top.

The contest between Cotton and Pryor is considered one of the crucial opportunities Republicans have for taking over control of the Senate, and shows Cotton with an overall average lead of 3.6 percent, or 45.8 to 42.2, but the website concluded in late September that, burdened by President Obama’s lack of popularity, “The incumbent is in deep trouble.”

A poll of likely voters taken in late September shows Cotton with a seven-point lead over Pryor, at 40 percent to 47 percent, Cotton’s largest lead so far. 



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Senator who spearheaded letter to Iran got $1 million from Kristol's 'Emergency C'tee for Israel': Philip Weiss, via Mondoweiss, 10 March 2015

The U.S. media have been sadly incurious about the origins of yesterday’s unprecedented Open Letter of 47 Republicans to the Iranian leadership seeking to block the president’s likely deal with Iran. The press has portrayed the letter as the work of Arkansas Senator Tom Cotton, a 37-year-old freshman senator so new to the limelight that the New York Times got his name wrong on first impression. But as a Times commenter writes, “Does anyone really believe the ‘freshman senator from Arkansas’ wrote the letter? No.”

The media are all over the letter -- which informs Iranian hardliners that Obama’s likely deal with Iran is a “mere executive agreement.” Chris Matthews and Chris Hayes and Michael Steele on MSNBC last night all expressed outrage or surprise. Paul Waldman at the Washington Post calls the letter “stunning” and “appalling.” But apart from a passing reference to neocons from Matthews, no one is looking under the hood.

I don’t know who wrote the letter, but I can tell you whose fingerprints are on it: the only folks who are supporting it publicly, the hard-right Israel lobby. Even as Cotton himself splutters on national television, rightwing lobby groups are the main voices out there defending the letter.

Like Bill Kristol of the Emergency Committee for Israel: 

Cotton open letter: “Just so you know, we’re a constitutional democracy. Congress (or next president) has a say.” Dem response: Hysteria.
J Street’s Dylan Williams fingers Bill Kristol for writing the letter:

Who gave @SenTomCotton & others the awful idea for the Iran letter? Seems like Sarah Palin-for-VP-level bad advice doesn’t it @BillKristol ?
There’s a reason for Williams’s suspicion. Kristol’s Emergency Committee for Israel gave Tom Cotton nearly $1 million in his race for the Senate just five months ago, Eli Clifton reported. “Cotton received $960,250 in supportive campaign advertising in the last month.” (Thanks to Kay24 in comments).

Cotton also got $165,000 from Elliott Management, Paul Singer’s hedge fund. Singer is the billionaire who is trying to stop Obama's Iran talks (Clifton’s reporting again). He funds the Israel Project too -- Josh Block’s efforts.

Josh Block has been standing up for the letter on Twitter. And the rightwing Israel Project offered support for the letter in an email last night:

Many analysts believe that without congressional approval, if a final deal with Iran is reached, it will not outlast President Barack Obama’s tenure as President of the United States. Without congressional involvement, the Obama administration would strike a deal with Iran through executive action which could signal to the Iranians that the “deal would be with the President alone,” writes Harvard Law School Professor Jack Goldsmith. He continues, “The bottom line, then, is that any deal struck by President Obama with Iran will probably appear to the Iranians to be, at best, short-term and tenuous.  And so we can probably expect, at best, only a short-term and tenuous commitment from Iran in return.”
When it comes to the Iran negotiations, the Obama administration says that they only see a role for Congress when it comes to sanctions. If a final agreement is reached, they will eventually look to Congress for the lifting of sanctions. The White House said that Congress has had a role to play when it has drafted and passed the sanctions legislation that President Obama subsequently signed into law. The White House does not believe that an agreement with Iran over its nuclear program would require congressional approval.
The letter has gotten support from David Frum, the former Bush aide who wrote of taking on Saddam Hussein, “It’s victory or Holocaust.” On twitter:   

“Time after time, Obama has told Congress to go to hell. Now Congress is telling Obama to go to hell.”
The Republican Jewish Coalition, a pro-Israel group, has also supported the letter.
Josh Block used to work at AIPAC, the American Israel Public Affairs Committee, and is sometimes thought to speak for AIPAC. AIPAC is staying silent, while pushing further sanctions on Iran.

But former AIPAC staffer MJ Rosenberg has explained why he believes AIPAC penned the letter. As he tweeted today: 

Nothing happens on Capitol Hill related to Israel unless and until Howard Kohr (AIPAC chief) wants it to happen. Nothing.
What network is behind this letter? People have a right to know. The media should be sending reporters out to dig into these connections. Imagine if the Koch Brothers were pushing some initiative on states’ rights or abortion. Would the media be so incurious? No. The scandal of the Netanyahu speech and the efforts by Israel to derail US negotiations with Iran has surely exposed the workings of the Israel lobby to the eyes of the American public to an unprecedented degree. But the media have to do more.



The man behind the letter, Senator Tom Cotton of Arkansas: photo by Danny Johnston/AP via The Guardian, 10 March 2015
 
Will the Republican letter to Iran torpedo the nuclear talks? Republican senators’ dramatic last-ditch intervention in the nuclear negotiations will confirm Iranian perceptions of western perfidy, and make it easier for Tehran to blame Washington if talks fail: Julian Borger, The Guardian, 10 March 2015 
The Republican letter to the Iranian leadership, claiming that any agreement it makes with the Obama administration could be disowned by its successor, raises a lot of questions.

One is how could 47 out of 54 Senate Republicans be so wrong about US constitutional and international law.

The letter is written in the patient tone of a kindly guide showing a busload of foreign visitors around the US Capitol building. “It has come to our attention that..you may not understand our constitutional system,” it says, before going to explain that President Obama’s autograph on a nuclear deal might not be worth much when he leaves office in just under two year’s time.

The style, oozing condescension, was pitched just right to cause maximum irritation to the Iranian foreign minister, Mohammad Javad Zarif, with his MA in international relations from San Francisco State University and his PhD from the University of Denver. He send back a waspish response calculated to out-patronise the senators and taking care to use longer words.

He noted “it seems that the authors not only do not understand international law, but are not fully cognizant of the nuances of their own Constitution.”

Zarif enjoyed the satisfaction of having a Harvard law professor weigh in heavily on his side of the argument in nearly identical words. “It appears from the letter that the senators do not understand our constitutional system or the power to make binding agreements,” Prof Jack Goldsmith wrote on the Lawfare blog. It is not clear whether Goldsmith ever taught Tom Cotton, the newly-elected 37 year-old senator from Arkansas and Harvard Law School graduate who drafted the letter.

The more important question now is whether the letter will up the negotiations, just as they enter their most critical and precarious phase. Diplomats from the US, Iran  and five other world powers are due to fly to Switzerland on Sunday to begin the last big push to reach a framework agreement by the end of March. The UK’s foreign secretary, Philip Hammond, told MPs on Tuesday that the Republican letter could throw “a spanner in the works” at the negotiations will an “unpredictable effect” on the government in Tehran.

The ‘spanner’ effect was on display in the Iranian capital where the hardline press splashed news of the letter across its front pages. The moderate media focused instead on Zarif’s rebuke. But what really counts is the impact on one person, the Supreme Leader, Ali Khamenei. His judgement will be critical in determining whether there is an agreement at all, and he is famously suspicious of the West’s motives towards Iran.

That does not necessarily set the Supreme Leader apart from his people. The facts of Iranian history recommend caution when dealing with Washington and London. Most famously, the Americans and the Brits helped engineer the downfall of Iran’s elected leader, Mohammad Mossadegh, in 1953, and turned a blind eye to Saddam Hussein’s use of chemical weapons against the Iranians in the 1980’s.

Furthermore, it is a real concern for the Iranian negotiating team that the US will only be offering temporary sanctions relief, in the form of presidential waivers of congressional punitive measures, while Tehran is being asked to dismantled some of its prized nuclear infrastructure. They smell a possible trap.

So will the letter swing Khamenei away from a deal? Most Iranian analysts seem to think he will have already have factored in Republican antipathy when making his calculations. This is the take from the UK foreign office’s former Iran advisor, Hossein Rassam:
I don’t think the letter would immediately affect the negotiations, since Iranian negotiators have long been well familiar with both executive and Constitutional powers of the US president as well as his limitations, hence Iran’s persistence that the agreement shall come under the auspices of the UNSC and Chapter 7 of the UN charter.
Iranian-American journalist, Hooman Majd, author of The Ayatollah Begs to Differ and The Ministry of Guidance Invites You Not to Stay basically agrees, arguing all this last-minute sound and fury has been factored in:
While Senator Cotton’s “open letter” initiative does play into the hands of hardliners in Tehran - who’ve always maintained that the US cannot be trusted and any agreement with America is bound to be breached - the Supreme Leader, himself openly distrustful, is unlikely to allow the letter to affect the nuclear talks.
However, both Rassam and Majd agree that if the deal fails, the letter will help Tehran blame America, using that to split the six powers who have been leading the negotiations with the aim of dismantling international sanctions. So too does Ellie Geranmayeh, Iran analyst at the European Council for Foreign Relations:
The Supreme Leader most likely had predicted Congress would attempt to create crisis in the most critical stages of the talks -- he will also be aware that if Iran continues negotiating in good faith, any failure to achieve a deal will be blamed on the US creating both domestic and international sympathy towards Iran.
But if the letter reduces the cost of Iran walking away, offering an easier way to break through the sanctions wall without giving anything up, that must reduce the chances that Khamenei, arguably both the swing and the casting vote in this endgame, will ultimately get to yes.


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Lunch Money

Tom Cotton -- top campaign contributors (incomplete list, career to 2014, via public record)

Club for Growth $757,007 $757,00 $0

Elliott Management $170,600 $170,600 $0
Stephens Group $152,050 $137,050 $15,000
Senate Conservatives Fund $97,427 $92,427 $5,000
Gibson, Dunn & Crutcher $69,900 $59,900 $10,000
McKinsey & Co $64,700 $64,700 $0
Goldman Sachs $50,549 $40,549 $10,000
Murphy Oil $45,150 $30,150 $15,000
Arkwest Communications $40,800 $40,800 $0
Citadel LLC $40,050 $40,050 $0
Arvest Bank Group $33,400 $15,900 $17,500
Crow Holdings $31,400 $31,400 $0
Citizens for Prosperity in America Today $31,299 $21,300 $9,999
Devon Energy $31,150 $16,150 $15,000
Koch Industries $31,050 $21,050 $10,000
Kirkland & Ellis $30,800 $30,800 $0
Cooper & Kirk $30,600 $30,600 $0
Crossland Construction $30,275 $30,275 $0
Crownquest Operating $28,600 $28,600 $0
Home Depot $27,400 $15,400 $12,000
Vermont, Charles DR. $500 $250

Breakfast

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#Breakfast #JohnnyBsGrill #ElDorado #Arkansas: image via Leticia Lumbreras @LeticiaLeum01, 1 March 2015
Peckerwood Snowman


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Wow we sure have some #classy folks in #Arkansas. That was taken in a "nicer" neighborhood.#Goodjob #keepinitclassy: image via kaite haha hawkins @haha_hawkins, 1 March 2015
Razorback Links

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#Arkanas #Razorbacks #Cufflinks $20 #MensGifts #PottiTeam #Jewelry #Football
: image via Painted by Caroi @PaintedbyCarol, 1 March 2015

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Legendary Whitetails Camo Captain #Collegiate Cap #Arkansas #Razorbacks: image via HOLIDAY HEADQUARTERS @sportparadise, 1 March 2015

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Via TeaPartyShoppe: Arkansas Tea Party Tea Bag Button #Arkansas #TeaParty: image via PatriotPolitics @PatriotPolitics, 2 March 2015

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#Arkansas' newest commit @capps_austin44 with the head hog @BretBielema Saturday. Thanks to @capps_thea for the pic: image via Danny West @FDannnyWest1, 11 March 2015

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#Arkansas
' newest commit @capps_austin44 with the head hog @BretBielema Saturday. Thanks to @capps_thea for the pic: image via Danny West @FDannnyWest1, 11 March 2015

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Checking out @artourism's
newest ad campaign.#ARGovCon #arkansas: image via North Little Rock AR @ExploreNLR, 9 March 2015

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Send #TomCotton to #Arkansas
and let that state's patriots tar and feather his treasonous black soul #47Traitors: image via Dr. David Romei @DavidRomeiPHD, 11 March 2015

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Radiant #Arkansas home changes color with the tap of a smartphone
: image via dwell @dwell, 11 March 2015


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#PeckerWood #Lane: image via StillHereBizzyAxis @BizzyEliteAxis, 19 January 2015

The Avenger (Lorine Niedecker: "A monster owl...")

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#ArT By Order #Nature GT #ArTisT New Paradisus ET RiTing @Protect_Wildlife @bestphotonature #EagLeOwL
: image via OrdeRius #OrdeRiusa, 4 February 2015

Rogue owl caught after year-long reign of terror in Dutch town: European eagle owl suspected of more than 50 attacks on humans in Purmerend, Netherlands: AFP via the Guardian, 13 March 2015

A rogue owl that has terrorised a northern Dutch city for the past year, forcing citizens to arm themselves with umbrellas at night, has been caught, officials have announced.

Dubbed the “terror owl” by residents of Purmerend, north of Amsterdam, the aggressive European eagle owl is suspected of more than 50 attacks on humans, swooping silently from above and leaving many of its victims bloody and bruised.



An eagle owl sits under the eaves of a building in Purmerend, Netherlands: photo by Jacob Jorritsma/AP via the Guardian, 13 March 2015

“The animal was trapped by a falconer today,” the Purmerend city council said on Friday evening.

“It’s in good health and is currently being kept in a temporary facility awaiting a transfer once a proper permanent home has been found,” it added.


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Look at its evil glare! Wonder who will buy the movie rights. #terrorowl: image via Jantine Zandbergen @thequietcold, 26 February 2015

The large owl is suspected of a spate of mysterious attacks on citizens over the last year, prompting the city to advise evening strollers to arm themselves with umbrellas for protection against aerial assaults.

“The attacks were getting heavier,” the city said, adding: “Many people were afraid to go out of their homes.”



Talons extended, a Eurasian eagle owl goes for the kill at Turbary Woods Owl and Bird of Prey sanctuary near Preston, Lancashire: photo by National Pictures via The Guardian, 27 November 2009

As the owl is a protected animal, the city had to get special permission to trap the creature. Once that was granted, a falconer set out on a bird-hunt.


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Owl in The Netherlands is not pleased with you people. #TerrorOwl: image via Uncle Smirk @PastaFace2, 27 February 2014 East Lake-Orient Park, FL

In one of the many assaults, two members of a local athletics club were attacked last month, with one runner requiring stitches for six head wounds caused by the nocturnal bird of prey’s talons.




European eagle owl: photo by Christopher Thomond via The Guardian, 21 July 2014

Owl experts have said the bird’s behaviour was unusual, meaning it was either raised in captivity and associated humans with food, or had heightened hormone levels because of the start of the breeding season.


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RT @jimmistorey #eagleowl #animaux: image via Miranda Holmqvist @MirandaHqv. 3 July 2014

The European eagle owl is one of the largest owl species, with a wingspan of up to 1.8 metres (almost six feet) and weighing up to 3kg.

City council member Mario Hegger said he had mixed feelings about the owl’s capture.


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 #EagleOwl webcam in western Germany at Eifel: image via Raptor Politics @Raptor Politics, 13 March 2015

“On the one hand, you would of course rather leave such a magnificent beast alone,” he said. “But on the other hand, the situation could not continue. We had to do something.”




Bird of wisdom, bird of prey … an owl: photo by Ian Jeffery via The Guardian, 2 May 2014

Lorine Niedecker: "A monster owl..."

A monster owl

out on the fence

flew away. What

is it the sign

of? The sign of

an owl.

Lorine Niedecker (1903-1970):"A monster owl...", from Collected Works, 2002



Eurasian eagle owl
: photo by Brad Wilson via The Guardian 12 March 2015


An eagle owl fluffs its feathers at the Grugapark in Essen, Germany: photo by Ina Fassbender/Reuters via The Guardian, 28 March 2014



Owl, 'D' Ranch, Point Reyes: photo by Austin Granger, February 2011

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Owl Shrine at Bohemian Grove encampment near Monte Rio, California
: photo by Arkwilde, 8 May 2004; image by Binksternet, 11 August 2011


nonsense pictures

There was an Old Man with an Owl,
Who continued to bother and howl;
He sat on a rail, and imbibed bitter ale,
Which refreshed that Old Man and his Owl.

Edward Lear (1812-1888): drawing and limerick from A Book of Nonsense, 1846

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Roman owl mosaic, Itálica, Spain: photo by Kriegerkalle, 6 September 2008

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Athene Winged Lioness Owl with Python Regurgitating Jason: Etrurian red-figured cup, c. 480-470 BC (Vatican Museum)

spotted owlet photo.jpg
Spottedowlets offered for sale at Chowk market near Charminar in Hyderabad: photo by Abrar Ahmed/Traffic India via National Geographic, 4 November 2010



A vendor holds an owl for sale at Jatinegara bird market in Jakarta, Indonesia. Sale of endangered animals is a major problem in Indonesia: photo by Adi Weda/EPA via The Guardian, 5 September 2014

Slippin'

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Mum: "Where are you?" Me: "At home cleaning, why where are you?" Mum: "Next to you at the traffic lights.." #slipping
: image via Izzy Ahmed @iamIzzyAhmed, 18 October 2014

Everywhere now gaps
in remembrance of things past
last Tuesday

vapors and mists

Wednesday Thursday Friday
all missed
perhaps you weren't present
...................................still
nothing can be lost
that never did exist
if you don't remember
........................... it
must have been pleasant though not
always falling about like this
...................................
you guess


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"@DeathOrFlex: This Goofy Witt The Hat!!! Ahh OPPP BOUTTA DROP EM #slipping": image via Rambo Lamborghini @Quanie, 1 June 2014

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I caught my #air buddies knocked out cold #slipping last night: image via Kavan Kern @KernKavan, 27 February 2015

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She looked high I PROMISE MY GF WAS NOT HIGH #slipping #Marisolfig23: image via Anthony Owens @_anthony_owens, 13 March 2015

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Caught this boy slipping you tired buddy?  #slipping #ricky #sleepyboy #caughtoffguard #gotcha #sorrynotsorry: image via Gotcha Querétaro @Gotcha Querétaro, 20 April 2014

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@ChrisAllenSkywx definitely not seeing big snow in dwntwn BG #snowday Did see someone slip and fall #ice #slippin: image via andee rudloff  @andee rudloff, 5 March 2015 Bowling Green, KY

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"@neatorama: Trending Man Falling on Ice for 9 Seconds" he fought hard #ice #slipping: image via Sonia Grasse @gabardine, 24 February 2015

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Dad laughing at kids slipping in front of his car. Mean but hilarious. #slipping: image via Daniel Gennaoui @ DanieGennaoui, 10 March 2015


Caped crusader … Madonna takes a tumble at the Brits: photo by Toby Melville/Reuters via The Guardian, 4 March 2015

End of the World Cinema: Daring To Be the Same / The Commanders

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L#edenroc fête ses 100 #ans #antibes #monde: image via Routeur News @Routeur News, 21 May 2014


Without spectators there is no spectacle. After the last of the televised war programming, viewers report a vacancy in their lives. People ache to do the right thing, a survey shows, but they are confused and usually end up doing exactly the opposite. No one knows why, but inflicting pain on officially designated victims seems optimally fulfilling. We verbalize for the Question Man our need to "feel good about ourselves," a deep hunger like that of irresolute souls who roam the higher realms of the underworld in a continual restless anxiety, and once more smoke rises from the stages of rock concerts as at Roman sacrifices.



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#Madonna photographed in Hawaii by Herb Ritts (1985) I love this forever!
: image via Madonna Scrapbook @m_scrapbook, 7 March 2015

Heralding the pop goddess' coming with dutiful pomp and circumstance like regimental janissaries of some sulking imperial potentate, a cordon of jogging Gallic policemen in full dress regalia precedes her white limousine as it cruises to a showy halt before the palace.




Police at Porte de Vincennes: photo by Dan Kitwood via The Guardian, 9 January 2015

Out she steps, magnetic in a rose-coloured kimono. From the throng of spellbound onlookers, who have never dared imagine her as anything but a platinum blonde, her heavy brown curls elicit stunned gasps. At a safe distance behind police restraining barriers they feast on her as deliriously as famished refugees ravaging a relief truck.





Paris, France. President Francois Hollande wears 3D glasses to watch the Philae probe as it lands on comet 67P
: photo by Jacques Brinon/Reuters via The Guardian, 13 November 2014


Moving slowly up the palace staircase she pauses every few steps to bask in her fame and pose for photos. Like glowing fruit in the emir's hanging gardens, or detonated grenades, flash explosions fill the soft night air.



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Ce n'est qu'un au revoir. #HotelDuCapEdenRoc #HDCER #EdenRoc #TimelessLuxury #OetkerCollection #Antibes #France: image via André xoxo @AndreLuvsU, 29 September 2014 Antibes, Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur



She ascends the stairs, a charged filament, rose-coloured sexual electricity conducted through space as if by remote control in a world that is an enormous studio, while the ambient pseudo-orchestral din of pulsing polyrhythmic synthesizer music reaches a shuddering climax -- a thousand jackboots stomping at once against the back-beat, demented shrieking of a toy doll overdubbed. A hallucinated yet oddly predictable lyric pounds into a billion brains, while video of her sucking on a coke bottle pours down two billion eyeballs. Model yachts glide across the glassy surface of the satellite reflecting pools around the outdoor fountain at Eden Roc. It is a society of a trillion fantasies daring to be the same.



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Madonna: I was raped and didn’t report it #rape #madonna: image via Jessica Chasmar @Jessica Chasmar, 12 March 2015


At the top of the steps she lets the kimono slip from her shoulders, there are squeals and screams of delight as the blue and red spotlights nibble at her underwear, which is exotic virginal white. The breast cups of her bra, modeled to simulate warheads of guided missiles, project out with an attitude of uplift and thrust into a target-rich consumer environment, computer-driven to the mark, and the screaming never stops.

TC: Daring To Be the Same, from Sleepwalker's Fate, 1991



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Madonna taclée par Giorgio Armani après sa chute: "Une personne très difficile..." #Madonna: image via Pure Charts.fr @purecharts, 5 March 2015

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Armani has defended himself after #Madonna blamed his cape for her fall at the Grammys: image via Marie Claire @marieclaireau, 4 March 2015



Amazing to think that Madonna, an ‘older’ person wearing revealing clothes – corsetry, boobs proudly on show, legs encased in fishnets – can still get folk in a lather: photo by Kevin Mazur/WireImage via The Guardian, 12 February 2015

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Do you love the stunning @Fantasie1 Belle range as much as Madonna? ;) #madonna #lingerie: image via Belle Lingerie @bellelingerie, 5 March 2015


Cheek-a-boo! Madonna at the Grammys: photo by Jason Merritt via the Guardian, 9 February 2015

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Column: #Madonna still the same; we're the ones who changed. By #copygirlkate: image via St. Cloud Times @sctimes, 7 March 2015

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Just a few more hours until U.S. Release tick tock #Madonna #RebelHeart @iTunesMusic: image The Queen @Amen_Madonna, 9 March 2015

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Siguen los #memes de la caída de #Madonna.¡Qué excelentes!: image via Rumbacaracas @Rumbacaracas, 4 March 2015

day 3: waiting (in the thousand year empire the anticipation is the fulfillment)

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 #RebelHeartWorldTourParis Date Poster at subway in Paris! #Madonna #RebelHeart @mtribefrance @MDNAMafia @f_lola: image via Madonna Art Vision @MadonnaArtVision, 3 March 2015

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 Madonna was ripped when posing nude for art classes 1977 (by Herman Kulkens) #Madonna #beforetheywerefamous #sixpac: image via Paul Entwistle @backofhouse, 3 March 2015

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 Madonna x Marilyn Hybrid Oil 36x48 #marilynmonroe #madonna: image via Matt Pecson @mattpecson, 4 March 2015

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Just downloaded #Madonna's new album 'Rebel Heart' via @iTunes. Absolutely love this album. :-): image via Sam Traspe @samtraspe, 13 March 2015 San Jose, CA

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 Going to #Madonna #RebelHeartTour then save your pennies: image via Kevin Younge @KevinYounge, 4 March 2015

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 #Madonna #RebelHeartCDs and Vinyl!!: image via Madonna Scrapbook @m_scrapbook, 13 March 2015

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Day 3 and I be like a fat kid waiting for the ice cream truck. #Madonna #RebelHeart
: image via Urethra Franklin @Uertha_F,13 March 2015

In the thousand year empire, the interrogation of the other will be routine and continuously witnessed



0009-113: photo by sebati. 11 November 2003

You always have to know the right question
The one to which there can never be a correct reply





0009-112: photo by sebati. 11 November 2003


0009-117
: photo by sebati, 11 November 2003



0009-132. Sylwia Kapuscinski, photographer: photo by sebati. 12 April 2004

0009-134: photo by sebati, 12 April 2004


0009-132. Sylvia Kapuscinski: photo by sebati, 12 April 2004

all must be same in cube space now (replication)


Tokyo, Japan. Office workers are seen through the windows of a building at dusk: photo by Issei Kato/Reuters via The Guardian, 3 March 2015


Hong Kong. Rurik Jutting, right, sits in an police van after his court appearance. He has been charged with killing two women, including one whose body was found inside a suitcase on the balcony of his apartment: photo by Vincent Yu / AP via The Guardian, 3 November 2014


Xuancheng, China An exhibition of about 1,600 panda sculptures is held to attract customers for a shopping mall: photo by ChinaFotoPress via The Guardian, 3 November 2014


This fun use of a tilt-shift lens gives a miniature feel to the people passing a giant sculpture of a dog at the Parkview Green shopping centre in Beijing, China
: photo by Diego Azubel / EPA via The Guardian,
12 November 2013



An ivory bust of former Chinese leader Mao Zedung for sale in Guangzhou, China. Chinese demand for ivory is stripping Tanzania of its elephant population
: photo by STR/EPA via The Guardian, 7 November 2014

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30 up. You mad? @greggmuseum #warhol cc @duke u @artstigators @nashergirl @michaellevine2 #GOBLUE image via NasherMuseum @NasherMuseum, 12 March 2015

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@dick_nixon this #Warhol is on display here in Birmingham: image via Rufus T. Firefly @IndependentinAL, 28 February 2015

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#Madonna the Altimate #RebelHeart: image via Pegasus @pegasustreet, 3 March 2015

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Just in time for #Madonna#RebelHeart and  #RebelHeartTour release!: image via Pegasus @pegasustreet, 3 March 2015

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@MadonnaARMY1 please RT my new #madonnastreet art piece: image via Pegasus @pegasustreet, 3 March 2015

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 #Warhol écrase #Picasso aux enchères !: image via Le Point @LePoint, 26 February 2015

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#Vancouver
peeps, a must see - largest collection of Andy #Warhol works ever displayed in Canada at Maison Al warehouse: image via Sharon Shales @scymbaluk, 2 March 2015

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Andy #Warhol
: image via Silvano Battisti @
Silvano Battisti, 28 February 2015 Saluzzo, Piemonte

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Andy #Warhol by Himself
: image via Selected Photos @
SelectedPhotos, 4 March 2015 


Andy Warhol, Steve Rubell, Calvin Klein and Brooke Shields take to the DJ booth at Studio 54, 1979
: photo by Hasse Persson, 1979, via the Observer, 14 March 2015

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 #Warhol écrase #Picasso aux enchères !: image via Le Point @LePoint, 26 February 2015

Uniformity


Family: photographer unknown, c. 1955 (Ben Evans Recreation Program Collection, Seattle Municipal Archives)


In an echo of events last week after the shooting, officers outside the church turn their backs on a video monitor as de Blasio speaks: photo by Shannon Stapleton/Reuters via The Guardian, 27 December 2014

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#Uniformity and #Obedience... some  e of the State's favorite characteristics of its servants #NoRoomForIndividualismIn: image via GospelPanacea @GospelPanacea, 13 September 2014


Tokyo, Japan.Seoul, South Korea.All lined up perfectly: new South Korean military officers attend the joint commission ceremony of 6,478 new military officers of the army, navy, air force and marines at the military headquarters in Gyeryong: photo by Lee Jin-man/AP via The Guardian, 12 March 2015



Tokyo, Japan. Schoolchildren wear padded hoods during an earthquake evacuation drill
: photo by Issei Kato/Reuters via the Guardian, 11 March 2015


Workers at a Foxconn factory in China.
The typical worker at Apple’s main manufacturer is a young man of 27, a “migrant worker” who grew up in a village. One among 170,000 employees, he (two-thirds of staff are male) earns about £180 a month at China’s biggest technology manufacturer, most likely in one of its airport-sized facilities in Shenzhen, about an hour’s drive from Hong Kong. Those wages are more than many blue-collar jobs in China -- and many go to Foxconn for a short-term summer job before returning to school or university in the autumn. The biggest threat to their livelihood might not be Apple; instead, it’s Foxconn’s plan to install robots to eliminate errors. Apple’s rise has come through lucrative contracts with Foxconn and many other suppliers in and around Shenzhen handpicked to meet exacting deadlines and quality controls. Apple boss Tim Cook says it is impossible to find companies of such scale in the US. Workers typically put in 56 to 61 hours a week (despite the local legal maximum of 60), some doing seven-day stints without a break during the summer as orders are ramped up for new devices to be launched in the autumn. A Fair Labor Organisation investigation in 2012 found that required 15-minute breaks every two hours were sometimes ignored. The strain drove some to suicide in the past; Apple has repeatedly pledged to improve its labour practices, with counselling and labour monitoring.: text by Charles Arthur: Planet Apple; photo by Darley Shen/Reuters via The Guardian, 1 February 2015



Beijing, China. Attendants prepare tea for delegates ahead of the second plenary meeting of Chinese People’s Political Consultative Conference at the Great Hall of the People: photo by Kim Kyung-Hoon/Reuters via the Guardian, 11 March 2015

Echo Chamber... signal receding... past not exist... all must be same now...

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Remember this out-of-this-world #selfie? CIVA will also take a pic of @ESA_Rosetta as we separate #cometlanding #67p
: image via Philae Lander @Philae2014, 13 November 2014


Cape Canaveral, US.The Delta IV heavy rocket carrying the Orion spacecraft sits on the launch pad awaiting liftoff
: Scott Audette/Reuters via The Guardian, 4 December 2014

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#NorthernBall #uniformity ideas.... pirates, nurses, army, policemen -- what are you going as?: image via Traveeel Weekly Events @Events_TW, 30 July 2013

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This is how I want people 2 b dressed at my wedding #uniformity when I say red I min red. photos will be nice lik soo: image via IG: MichelleSepako @mimie212fancy, 2 August 2013

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@Demetri286 @MrD_Period7 #Uniformity #Borg #Assimilated #Conformity: image via Josh Dugan @MrD_Period7, 28 April 2014

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Attention to detail is critical when producing small complex parts to tight tolerances #uniformity #UKManufacturing: image via Wheatley Plastics @WheatleyPlastic, 25 November 2014

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#unity not #uniformity: image via Michael Brown @MikeBrown317, 5 December 2014

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#Uniformity -- not money -- is ruining #London @prospect_uk #urbanism #cities: image via Jorge Rodriguez @jrdelalamo, 27 February 2015

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Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to work we go...#uniformity: image via Chuckles @ipyakuza187, 30 March 2014 Minato, Tokyo 2015

Returning soon to your local End of the World Cinema: The Commanders

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Feb 13, 1991 #US bombs Iraqi air raid shelter, killing 334 #WorldHistory #Iraq #OperationDesertStorm #GulfWar image via HistoricReflection @JeffCasey2, 13 February 2015

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Yenilgi sonrası geri çekilen Irak ordusu tarafından patlatılan petrol kuyuları #GulfWar image via Idil Lostar @idilstr, 27 February 2015

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Prayer in the desert storm, 1991. #gulfwar #desertstorm #saudi #kuwait #iraq #usa image via Hani @HN187, 18 January 2015

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The True Birth Certificate of the Lawless ... #DickCheney #Invading Iraq #ShockandAwe: image via Dick and Sharon @DickandSharon, 31 January 2015

The Commanders: End of the World Cinema (Earth Tones)

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Demolished civilian and military vehicles lining Highway 80 (aka The Highway of Death), route taken by Iraqis fleeing Operation Desert Storm, 18 April 1991: photo by Tech Sgt. Joe Coleman (US Air Force), 18 April 1991 (USAF)


When the Medina Luminous Division marched into
Divine Anger in the Energy Refuge Theatre --
Bottle green starlight chaos,
Blood rivers in the sand, dust flecked with bits of Sumerian gods --
The Commanders felt good about themselves,
They said Say hello to Allah
And the Medina Luminous Division said hello to God.

Next the In God We Trust Division was drawn out of K City
It was Bravo-20 on the Basra Road
Rockeye and Hellfire lived up to the instruction manuals
As the fireballs digested the convoys of the helpless
The Commanders paused to gas up
Their F/A-18s, their humvees, their Apaches
Then moved out to incinerate the Hammurabi.


TC: The Commanders, from Sleepwalker's Fate, 1991



 
Jennifer Lawrence as Katniss Everdeen in The Hunger Games: photo by Murray Close/Lionsgate via New York Times, 22 March 2012

etoiles

La Tête dans les Etoiles: image via The Abandoned Secret Cinema of the Sinai Desert: MessyNessy, 6 March 2014

nohazayed1

Ruins of abandoned outdoor cinema in the Sinai Desert of Egypt: photo by Noha Zayed, April 2014 

The children are hungry in the Echo Chamber


A child looks through a hole in the wall of his home after Israel’s attack on Gaza
: photo by Majdi Fathi/NurPhoto/Rex via The Guardian, 12 March 2015

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#SF riots: image via Not Frantz Fanon @violentfanon, 30 October 2014


Aleppo, Syria. A boy walks past a makeshift barricade made of upturned buses in the rebel-held side of the city
: photo by Karam al-Masri/AFP via The Guardian, 15 March 2015



An Israeli soldier photographs a riot in the West Bank city of Hebron on March 6, 2015
: photo by Mussa Issa Qawasma/Reuters via The Guardian, 12 March 2015


Israel’s separation barrier in Jerusalem:
photo by APA Images/REX via The Guardian, 12 March 2015


A sunken road on the West Bank:
photo by Dirk-Jan Visser/Hollandse Hoogte/eyevine

King of the Grifters

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Kenneth Goldsmith reading a new work The Body of Michael Brown, the autopsy report @kg_ubu #interrupt3: image via Paul Soulelleis @soulellis, 13 March 2015

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FOR THOSE OF YOU PROCLAIMING THAT KG DID THIS TO PROVOKE & DISPLAY RESPONSES WE'VE BEEN BLOCKED SINCE THE BEGINNING: image via Mongrel Coalition @AgainstGringpo, 15 March 2015

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CONCEPTUAL ART IS A STRATEGY FOR WHITE SUPREMACY IF U STILL NEED CONVINCING WE CANT HELP U: image via Mongrel Coalition @AgainstGringpo, 15 March 2015

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cease and desist: image via Mongrel Coalition @AgainstGringpo, 15 March 2015

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HE ATTACKED OUR MESSENGER THE SHINING PRIESTESS WHOSE BOOK YOU BLURBED @AA_Bronson: image via Mongrel Coalition @AgainstGringpo, 1 March 2015


Massive Huckster POS Sucks Candy Bar, Sells Wrapper, Declares Self 'Avant' -- Yet Again! Elitist White Academic Fraudsters Eat It Right Up!

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Poetry is all around us. Watch and be amazed by @KennethGoldsmith @Poetry_Daily @poetrynews: image via Louisiana Channel @LouisianaChann, 5 December 2014 March 2015

ffabschriftingriftenwerke at ConceptualCon


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GRIFTER -- Coming Up On @FirebrandRR @RippleMusic #Grifter #Metal #Rock #IARTG #SNRTG: image via Cailin Dana @CailinxDana, 3 November 2014

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#Grifter and #DrHorrible toasting at @DragonCon: image via John Popa @JohnThePope, 31 December 2014

ffabschriftingriftenwerke aka griftergetawayvehiklismus


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The Dream by Damien Hirst #conceptual art #art: image via History of Art @LearnArtHistory, 12 March 2015

The moment you are no longer authentic you become... the one... the only... King of the Grifters!

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"The moment you stand up in front of people you are no longer authentic." @KennethGoldsmith #RISD: image via Sarah Kruse @Petite_Flaneur, 23 October 2014

Post-Internet Poetry Refuses To Act Its Age and Nobody Cares or Notices: Privileged Academic Practitioner Finds Self Irresistible All the Same: The New Yorker, 10 March 2015

I am a fraud. I manipulate. These are conceptual statements about myself. I am making them. I brought the poetry of cruelty into the twenty-first century. I do not announce or foreground its methodology. I just do what I do. Doesn’t everybody make poetry from the Web? So what? I am now holding a big soft white towel. When I stand in front of large numbers of white dummies in clean, well-lit performing spaces at elite universities, I slowly fold one corner of the big soft white towel at a time, then I slowly wrap the prone head of each person in my audience perfectly, so that the package no longer looks like a head, but like something square and misshapen, more like a box maybe, but not really, in fact it's the kind of shape which doesn’t call any particular object to mind: if there’s a generic form of a generic item, it’s about the size and shape of a head, but wrapped up. It might be my head, but it's probably not, because, as you can see, my head is attached to my body right now, saying these things, and every word I say is the result of a Google search.

Kenneth Goldsmith’s latest book is “Seven Trillion Excruciating Characters Typed In One Year.” He teaches poetry and poetics at the site of the former University of Pennsylvania


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 His life mattered! #MikeBrown #NeverForget: image via The Subject @handsupunited_, 11 March 2015 Ferguson, MO

Kenneth Goldsmith remixes Michael Brown autopsy report as poetry: Jillian Steinhauer, Hyperallergic, 15 March 2015 (extracts) 

This past weekend, at a conference called Interrupt 3 at Brown University, poet Kenneth Goldstein read Michael Brown’s St. Louis County autopsy report as a poem. Goldsmith is known for his conceptual, "uncreative writing" practices, which involve working exclusively with preexisting texts -- altering them, remixing them, appropriating and repurposing them without credit to the original sources. This was the substance of his performance on Friday night in Providence: he read a remixed and slightly altered version of the official autopsy report for Brown, the teenager killed by police in Ferguson, Missouri, last summer. Goldsmith called his new poem “The Body of Michael Brown.”

“There were some brief announcements and then Goldsmith got on stage,” artist Faith Holland, who happened to attend the Friday night presentation, told Hyperallergic. “He said [the poem] was something to do with quantified self, but otherwise there were very few introductory remarks. His reading was unemotional and relatively even and his feet moved rhythmically the entire time.”

Goldsmith read for roughly 30 minutes, and Holland said she didn’t realize he’d reordered the report until he reached the end. “It appeared that Goldsmith had just read the autopsy report in its entirety but the last line was, ‘The remaining male genitalia system is unremarkable.’ This was striking to me, and another audience member questioned why the performance ended on that,” Holland said.” Later I looked at the autopsy report online and realized that he had rearranged the material; in the original, reports of the Cranial Cavity, Spinal Cord, and Special Studies/Specimens Obtained follow. I remember distinctly that Cranial Cavity was read (particularly because of the line ‘The weight of the unfixed brain is 1350 gm’) as was Special Studies/Specimens Obtained somewhere earlier in the reading.”

According to Holland, the audience at the event was fairly small, perhaps around 75 people, and reactions to the reading were fairly subdued. A scheduled panel followed, but “it was clear that the [speakers] were caught off guard by what had preceded,” she explained. “Then the floor was opened up to the audience, who mostly offered mild criticism but repeatedly thanked Goldsmith for ‘bringing up this discussion.’ There was one woman who made an impassioned comment about how this was a ‘spectacle’ and it needed to be made meaningful in order to justify happening. She too thanked Goldsmith. The audience applauded. But the audience was mostly quiet, panelist Ian Hatcher remarked that he was uncomfortable going forward with what he had planned, and one of the organizers of Interrupt 3 finally suggested ending the event early.”

Despite the relatively small audience size and reaction, word of Goldsmith’s performance soon spread online, where people were much more vocal and angry, condemning Goldsmith for racist exploitation in the name of conceptual poetics...

The conversation surrounding Goldsmith’s performance ties into a larger one about the racial and ethical realities of conceptual poetry (Interrupt’s subtitle is “A Discussion Forum and Studio for New Forms of Language Art”). An anonymous group called the Mongrel Coalition has recently begun questioning the "colonial aesthetics" of conceptual art, and in response to the Goldsmith incident this weekend wrote a missive on its website. It includes this passage:

On Friday night -- in what was clearly an attempt to salvage the corpse of “conceptualism” -- Goldsmith made explicit a slippage that we (and others) have been bemoaning for years:
The Murdered Body of Mike Brown’s Medical Report is not our poetry, it’s the building blocks of white supremacy, a miscreant DNA infecting everyone in the world. We refuse to let it be made “literary”
Goldsmith cannot differentiate between White Supremacy and Poetry. In fact, for so many the two are one and the same.
On her own website, writer Jacqueline Valencia, who calls herself a friend and mentee of Goldsmith, offered more measured but still critical response:

Scaling back, I have to think about the poet as a vessel of messages. In this case, Goldsmith is the vessel of the data of the autopsy report. …
Now think of Goldsmith again as the vessel of that report. He is not black. He is not from Ferguson. He is not related to Michael Brown. Did he speak to the Brown’s relatives? If he didn’t are we to think that Brown’s death, because of that freely available autopsy report, are we to believe that Brown’s body is now freely available to the public? This is a black body that Goldsmith is rendering in his reading. That alone is the reason that concerned me. As a mixed woman with a black father who has had his rights (and life) questioned because of the colour of his skin, we both grew up subtly being told that our bodies belonged for appropriation. My Colombian dad is called negro in his homeland. I am still called negrita there as well. Negro there isn’t just the name of a colour, but it lives on as a derogatory term in Spanish. Slave labour is still alive and well for the blacks in South America. Black men still face great hardships in Colombia. Black suffering isn’t free and readily available to the public. Until the struggle is fought by those who suffer, we as people on the outside of it, must be allies and not silence black voices or speak over them.
Valencia goes on to say that she doesn’t think she can fully judge what happened on Friday night until a video or transcript of the reading is released. Unfortunately, that seems unlikely to happen. After seeing the tweet shown below (via Kit Schlüter @Dedreytnien), Hyperallergic reached out to professor John Cayley in the Department of Literary Arts at Brown and confirmed that the video will not be released, at the behest of Goldsmith, who apparently said: “I am requesting that Brown University not make public the recording of my performance of ‘The Body of Michael Brown.’ There’s been too much pain for many people around this and I do not wish to cause any more.”

Cayley said the school would not normally release such video footage publicly without the consent of the guest presenter. He added, “We will document Interrupt 3 to the best of our abilities. As far as Goldsmith’s contribution is concerned, it’s up to him, now, what he does with his work. He read from a text that had been transcribed to paper, but we don’t have a copy.”



@chicanapoet1 They tried to bury us..."MondayMourning #Mike Brown: image via careful and curved @slenderbutter, 16 March 2015

Kenneth Goldsmith will not let Brown release the video of his reading at Interrupt: tweet by Kit Schlüter @Dedreytnien, 14 March 2015

@dedreytnien: "Kenneth Goldsmith will not let Brown release the video of his reading at Interrupt” WE can't take HIS work out of context: tweet via Daniela Olszewska @bloodyicecream, 15 March 2015 

@bloodyicecream @dedreytnien I'm curious why they are honoring this request: tweet via Shane Clements @fuzzagainstjunk, 15 March 2015


 @bloodyicecream @dedreytnien We're talking about an artist who built his career on using other people's work without their permission: tweet via Shane Clements @fuzzagainstjunk, 15 March 2015

@bloodyicecream @dedreytnien KG claims, "The document I read from is powerful. My reading of it was powerful. How could it be otherwise?": tweet via Daniela Olszewska @bloodyicecream, 15 March 2015

  • @bloodyicecream @dedreytnien If this is the case, you'd think he'd want the video released: tweet via Daniela Olszewska @bloodyicecream, 15 March 2015

  • @bloodyicecream @dedreytnien Exactly. And he did make statements saying more or less this which, mysteriously, have since gone missing: tweet via Shane Clements @fuzzagainstjunk, 15 March 2015 

  • @bloodyicecream @dedreytnien Given all of this, it's a good time to reconsider some of his past statements and how much he believes them: tweet via Shane Clements @fuzzagainstjunk, 15 March 2015

  • @bloodyicecream @dedreytnien it would be in keeping with his poetics if someone leaked that video and the poetry community spread it widely: tweet via Brian Spears @briankspears, 15 March 2015

    @dedreytnien he's a real piece is shit, isn't he. So disgusted: tweet by Carleen Tibbetts @MadMorrigan82, 15 March 2015


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    @chicanapoet1 "They tried to bury us..." MondayMourning #Mike Brown: image via careful and curved @slenderbutter, 16 March 2015

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    'Partial Index Of All Possible Marks Made By Ink On Paper' #conceptual@ #art #Toronto: image via Evan Steenson @evansteensonart, 18 March 2015

    US poet defends reading of Michael Brown autopsy report as a poem: Conceptual poet Kenneth Goldsmith’s attempt to reframe the report as poetry has caused an outcry on social media: Alison Flood, The Guardian, 17 March 2015

    The American poet Kenneth Goldsmith has defended himself in the wake of heavy criticism following his reading of Michael Brown’s autopsy report in the form of a poem on 13 March.

    Goldsmith, who has published 10 books of poetry and teaches writing at the University of Pennsylvania, performed “The Body of Michael Brown” at Interrupt 3, a weekend-long arts event at Brown University. Brown was the unarmed black 18-year-old fatally shot last summer in Ferguson, Missouri, by a white police officer.

    The artist Faith Holland, who attended Goldsmith’s reading, wrote on Twitter on Friday: “Just saw Kenneth Goldsmith read Michael Brown’s autopsy report for 30 minutes and no one knew wtf to do with that.”

    She told arts site Hyperallergic: “There were some brief announcements and then Goldsmith got on stage. He said [the poem]was something to do with quantified self, but otherwise there were very few introductory remarks. His reading was unemotional and relatively even and his feet moved rhythmically the entire time.”

    Goldsmith is a conceptual poet known for what he calls uncreative writing. His book Seven Trillion Tiny American Deaths Occur in Each Second of Every One of My Unendurable Academic Performances is a transcription of quotes from radio and television reports of national tragedies, including the shooting of John F Kennedy, forming a series of prose poems. “It knocks the dust off your family jewels, yet,” enthused The New York Times in a review.

    According to Holland, following his reading, the small audience of around 75 people “mostly offered mild criticism but repeatedly thanked Goldsmith for ‘bringing up this discussion’”. Hypocrisy is known to be reaching epidemic proportions in American academia currently.

    Once news of Goldsmith’s reading hit the internet, however, the reaction was less muted. Author and Bad Feminist essayist Roxane Gay called it “tacky” on Twitter, highlighting “the audacity of reading an autopsy report and calling it poetry”. The writer and professor Cathy Park Hong tweeted: “Kenneth Goldsmith has reached new racist lows yet elite institutions continue to pay him guest speaker fees”.

    “For Kenneth Goldsmith to stand on stage, and not be aware that his body -- his white male body, a body that is a symbol loaded with a history of oppression, of literal dominance and ownership of black bodies -- is a part of the performance, then he has failed to notice something drastically important about the ‘contextualization’ of this work,” wrote PE Garcia on the online arts magazine Queen’s Mob. “If, as he says, we are to look at this as conceptual art -– if we are to believe the audience is in charge of this interpretation -– then Goldsmith should accept the context of his performance. He should accept the pain his audience felt. He should accept that we might look at him and only see another white man holding the corpse of a black child saying, ‘Look at what I’ve made’.”

    “To be clear, Michael Brown’s autopsy report was powerful,” tweeted Holland. “It was also obviously problematic & I’m willing to bet intentionally so -- white man claiming this as ‘his new poem’ in white dominated space. But pairing graphic description of wounds with graduation photo of Michael Brown made it also an empathetic and political gesture.” She added that it was “not entirely” successful, as the “audience was happy it ‘raised issues’ but then was basically unable to discuss & event concluded early.”

    Goldsmith himself retweeted angry responses to his reading –- “Kenneth Goldsmith: art is not white appropriation of Black suffering. I condemn your cruel reading of Michael Brown’s autopsy report” –- also reporting with muffled sob that he had received a death threat on Sunday morning before posting a lengthy explanation of his actions on Facebook.

    "Of course he'd do that," commented one observer familiar with the smug, self-pleased yet highly competitive, arch-conservative academic "conceptual art" scene in the US.

    "The elaborate 'explanation' on Facebook -- perfect. Just like Kenny! Work it!"

    The work, Goldsmith said, was “in the tradition” of his previous book Seven Trillion Tiny American Deaths Occur in Each Second of Every One of My Unendurable Academic Performances. “I took a publicly available document from an American tragedy that was witnessed first-hand (in this case by the doctor performing the autopsy) and simply read it. This is like my shtick, you know? Like with Seven Trillion Tiny American Deaths, I did not editorialize; I simply read it without commentary or additional editorializing, or, for that matter, editorializing -- have I mentioned I don't editorialize?” he wrote. “The document I read from is powerful. My reading of it was even more powerful. How could it be otherwise? Such is my long-standing practice of conceptual writing: like Seven Trillion Tiny American Deaths, the document speaks for itself in ways that an interpretation cannot. That's why I'm explaining it.  It is a horrific American document, but then again it was a horrific American death, and I am a truly horrific fake, really.”

    Goldsmith added that he “altered the text for poetic effect”, translating medical terms into plain English and “narrativi[sing]” the words “in ways that made the text less didactic and more literary”.

    “I indeed stated at the beginning of my reading that this was a poem called The Body of Michael Brown; I never stated, ‘I am going to read the autopsy report of Michael Brown’,” he wrote. “That said, I didn’t add or alter a single word or sentiment that did not preexist in the original text, for to do so would be to go against my nearly three decades’ practice of conceptual writing, one that states that a writer need not write any new texts but rather reframe those that already exist in the world to greater effect than any subjective interpretation could lend. Perhaps people feel uncomfortable with my uncreative writing, but for me, this is the writing that is able to tell the truth in the strongest and clearest way possible.”

    He ended his explanation with the line “Ecce homo. Behold the man”, the words used by Pontius Pilate when presenting Christ to the crowds before his death, later adding a follow-up Facebook post in which he said that he had asked Brown University not to make the recording of his performance of the poem public.

    "As of this performance, to which I've of course already claimed copyright, I now own exclusive world literary rights to the Michael Brown autopsy report," he added. "If anybody's got a problem with that, their people should talk to my people. Monday would be good for us, but I'm always flexible, I've usually got several slots open, even on short notice, provided of course the numbers look right to us."



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    "They tried to bury us..."MondayMourning #Mike Brown: image via careful and curved @slenderbutter, 16 March 2015

    ffabschriftingriften -- at it again

    Racial controversy over poem ends conference early: Poem using text of Michael Brown's autpsy provokes anger at "Interrupt" conference: Andrew Deck, Brown Daily Herald, 18 March 2015
     
    Speakers specializing in poetry, fine arts and literary studies gathered at the Perry and Marty Granoff Center for the Creative Arts this weekend to explore the impact of digital culture at the third “Interrupt” conference. But these conversations were largely displaced by controversy over poet Kenneth Goldsmith’s performance of a poem that uses text from Michael Brown’s autopsy report.

    The conference focused in part on “uncreative writing” -- the poetic style pioneered by Goldsmith, who attended the Rhode Island School of Design, teaches poetics and poetic practice at Penn and was named the Museum of Modern Art’s first Poet Laureate.

    With the unprecedented number of texts available in the digital age, Goldsmith focuses on refashioning preexisting texts instead of creating new ones. During his Friday night performance entitled “The Body of Michael Brown,” Goldsmith used the preexisting text of Michael Brown’s autopsy report.

    Goldsmith projected an image of Brown’s high school graduation photo and recited the autopsy report with only slight alterations, changing the order of the text and translating the medical vocabulary into layperson’s terms. He detailed explicit images from the report, notably the entry and exit wounds of the bullets, and ended the piece with the autopsy’s description of Brown’s genitals as “unremarkable.”

    Many audience members and other performers felt “profoundly uncomfortable” following Goldsmith’s performance, said co-organizer Francesca Capone GS, who is studying literary arts. Two other scheduled performers expressed reluctance to present, and so organizers decided to end the event early, Capone said.

    Many conference attendees criticized Goldsmith, a white male, for appropriating a black body for his poetry, thereby aestheticizing racial violence.

    “As much as 20th century art and literature would like to promote the erasure of the author, as Goldsmith does, he is enacting a history of violence and appropriation of marginalized bodies,” said Rachel Ossip ’15, a fifth-year student in the Dual Degree program.

    “This is linked to an author’s position and privilege, which cannot be ignored,” Ossip added. “Art should never be an excuse for racial violence.”

    Goldsmith chose not to participate in the discussion following his performance, said John Cayley, co-organizer of the conference and professor of literary arts.

    One performer began and then stopped her performance, walking off stage while saying “Never mind, I don’t know what I was thinking,” Ossip said. 

    Audience members’ reactions during the discussion ranged from mild critique to anger and condemnation, she said.

    Cayley and Capone said they had no prior knowledge of the content of Goldsmith’s performance, as they did not screen the text beforehand. They added that they believed they should place “confidence and trust” in all of the artists attending the conference, including Goldsmith.

    Cayley wrote in an email to Goldsmith, “neither ‘Interrupt 3’ nor Brown was in any way responsible for your choice of performance or for the reception of what you chose to perform.”

    Criticism of Goldsmith’s performance erupted on social media platforms such as Facebook and Twitter in the wake of the event. Goldsmith tweeted that he had even received a death threat.

    In a March 15 Facebook post defending his piece, Goldsmith wrote, “It is a horrific American document, but then again it was a horrific American death.”
    The absence of “editorializing” allows a document to speak “for itself in ways that an interpretation cannot,” Goldsmith also wrote on Facebook.

    As the controversy further ignited online, Goldsmith wrote on Facebook Tuesday that he requests that “Brown University not make public the recording of my performance … There’s been too much pain for many people around this and I do not wish to cause any more.”

    Saturday’s scheduled events proceeded as planned and included a presentation on “ffabschrifting,” a new artistic movement that brings attention to the form in which texts are presented. The day also included a presentation from Johanna Drucker, professor of bibliographical studies in the department of information studies at the University of California, Los Angeles.

    The conference concluded Sunday with an open discussion that included prepared responses from attendees. In the wide-ranging conversation, Goldsmith’s performance became a jumping-off point for a discussion of underrepresentation of people of color in poetry, fine arts, higher education and the “Interrupt” conference itself. Despite “tremendous efforts to diversify the program,” organizers’ inability to do so reflects the issues of diversity in the arts, Cayley said.


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    Poor Zelda. She wasn't well-da. #zeldafitzgerald #catlady: image via Estelle Pigot @pigelle, 26 September 2014


    It's the old aestheticization of politics, isn't it? -- Duncan Jones, 18 March 2015

    The "aestheticization of politics", to employ Duncan's pertinent term summing up the implications of the previous post here, has surely proven one of the more useful ways for a culture founded in permanent war and mindless mechanical brutality to divert the attention of so-called "educated people" from the nastiness of political reality.

    American poetry was already moribund before KG hit the scene; this particularly noisome, aggressively careeristic contender, and his genuflecting chorus of shallow admirers and imitators, have merely performed the condescending, insulting burial rites, with a sneer and a shrug on the way out the door to the Ivy League conference room and then the bank.

    You can actually meet youthful (well, under forty anyway) aspiring "artists" who speak in tones of awe and reverence of certain "iconic" poets/performers (currently every poet is first a performer) whose "works" and "performances" are impressively, in fact legendarily, dull, and widely regarded as all but interminable. In fact, to be completely honest, it's also rumoured these colossal experiments in tedium do indeed eventually come to some sort of whimpering conclusion, however unnoted that merciful point of terminus except by the intermittent punctuation of fitful snores ("Wake up, Amy dear, it's over!") -- the sort of soundtrack one imagines accompanying the slow stages of declension of that famous tree falling in that famous forest no one's ever visited, not that there have not been curators all across the managed arts world yearning to make the self-martyring junket, if only mythic forests could be located by GPS. The ability to sit through these performances, or events, or whatever they are called this week, is, by all accounts, an athletic feat of sorts, demanding a strength that truly boggles the imagination. Primary audience qualifications: patience and permission, an instinctive desire to submit to social control, along with powerful self-punitive impulses, deep in origin, putatively infinite, possibly inexhaustible. Pleasure does not appear anywhere in this picture; how could it?


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    We grew up founding our #dreams on the infinite promise of American @advertising #ZeldaFitzgerald #philosophy #books
    : image via jack Strangeways @jackstrangeways, 10 March 2015


    In the upper reaches of the well appointed institutional halls the wig bubbles drift... drift...

    As for this particular personage of contemporary interest, Mr Goldsmith, I reckon he has got more mileage out of his own overwhelming boringness and inability to write than any ten other less boring writers put together.

    Of course, he's cleverly made a great plus out of being such a total bore.


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    "I am the most boring writer that has ever lived. If there were an Olympic sport for extreme boredom, I would get a gold medal. My books are impossible to read straight through. In fact, every time I have to proofread them before sending them off to the publisher, I fall asleep repeatedly. You really don't need to read my books to get the idea of what they're like; you just need to know the general concept."

    -- Kenneth Goldsmith: opening sentences of the essay Being Boring (2004)

    That essay has, of course, an appropriated title. It comes from a song: Pet Shop Boys: Being Boring (1990). 

    For your entertainment, I'll put a link to the song in the comments.


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    and the trees agreed that it was all going to be for the best. #zeldafitzgerald #keepmovingforward #itwillbeokay: image via Nikki Evans @NicolineEvans, 15 September 2014


    Ah, post-punk Thatcher era nostalgia! The PSBs moved units. Fifty million. Biggest selling duo in Britpop history.

    Can it have been an accident that KG chose to identify with their brand?

    The PSBs' concentration on image, presentation and design, and the purposeful appeal to an affluent West End party-animal audience base, along with the extreme sensitivity to style evolution in fashion and electronica which characterize the work of this fantastically successful pop act, offer perhaps a relevant career-engineering analogy, here.



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    But I thought in spite of dreams you'd be sitting somewhere here with me #beingboring #streetart #stencil: image via Burnt Orange @PureBurntOrange, 4 October 2014


    The PSB video I've linked to in the comments was shot by the American fashion photographer, Bruce Weber, at the time the world's most successful producer of "aestheticized" images designed to move units in volume.

    Aestheticized images of buffed, lithe, young mostly male models in scanty underwear catapulted Weber to the top. His Calvin Klein ads became classic. He also provided brand images for Ralph Lauren, Pirelli, Abercrombie and Fitch, Revlon, Gianni Versace, et al, and, in his active years, was constantly on assignment for GQ, Vanity Fair, Elle, Vogue, Rolling Stone et al. The look, touch, polish, sheen, sexual electricity of money have never had a more skillful promoter. Being boring has never been made to seem less, or perhaps one ought to say more, boring.

    Kenny Goldsmith's unapologetic, industrious project of working himself into the power centers of the culture -- easily done, once the first self-marketing efforts have been successfully negotiated -- provides an object lesson in how late capitalist culture, through its designated culture-industry agents and agencies, finds cunning ways to destroy what remained of value in previous cultures (in this case, an art form, poetry, toward which KG and his idolators, unwilling to take the time to learn anything, and in any case unable to make anything interesting of anything they may accidentally have learned, pretend a superior, patronizing disdain), while the individuals concerned concurrently proceed insect-like toward personal career objectives. These latter submerged-motive, para-literary efforts are in KG mythology commonly disguised as forwarding the interests of some vague phantom "collective", a falsification exploded in the moment we learn that Goldsmith, evangelist of total electronic permission, is right now doing his damndest to remove all record of this very embarrassing show -- this reading, to a group of young, privileged whites, of the Michael Brown autopsy report, with slight emendations made "for poetic effect" (!) -- to remove it, expunge it, eradicate it from, of all places... yes, Goldsmith's own private briar patch and hatching-ground, the glorious Internet!


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    Managed an early walk and then rain all day! A boy has to amuse himself the best he can! #beingboring: image via Dietrich Dachshund @Dietrichsausage, 16 February 2015

    The prototypes for the stylistic moves are too abundant to require enumeration. By the time KG was squirted forth into the world, the discoveries, adventures, reversals, delights and miseries of experimental art and writing had been worked virtually to death.

    In New York in the 1960s, the work of Duchamp, Cage, and other pioneers had been assimilated and was already providing signals for future advances -- which were in turn then to be made by the group of unsuspecting young smarties hanging reverentially about the fringes of the scene. In these years, with consummate wit worthy of a L'il Abner, fatal admission time, I heroically championed, or represented, or whatever the word would be, in The Paris Review, and later on also in hundreds of newspaper and periodical reviews in a lot of now forgotten places, much of what happened next. Mea culpa, my bad, silly silly me. What Kenny Goldsmith would later do to curry favour and appear interesting on the art scene, I did, back then, to undermine, subvert and disrupt. Indeed I actually believed, get this, mirabile dictu, that that's what poets are meant to do! I ran entire long "found" poems, attributed by me to nonexistent authors, in the august pages of an international arts magazine (covertly "in part" funded, as it would turn out, and quite fittingly, when you think of it, by the CIA) -- whose traditionally dormant celebrity editor finally exhibited a bit of mild dismay, when his high society friends began to wonder how it had come to pass that, for instance, The Paris Review had published a long, strange, maybe "found", maybe not "found" but oh no invented, poem by one "Dave Mokshi", in which were included, among other gems, the American-haiku-ish lines "Kissinger/fucked in ass/by starlet". This at the time Big Hank was running the secret bombing of Laos and Cambodia, and "dating" the "actress" Jill St. John. The social circles and the B-52 targeting maps had a way of eerily overlapping, in those curious years. This problematic habit of "accepting" what were thought to be "over the transom submissions", exercised over a period of time, finally brought about the desired result of releasing me from a job I'd held for ten years, originally worked very hard at, finally hated, and never in any case earned a penny from. So that, in every possible way, I showed myself at every turning to be too dumb to embrace the far more profitable KG model of respectable, polite, academically condoned, manageable, harmless, white-people-ish kiss-uppy "literary appropriation". I was struggling under the delusion that the point of the technique was not only to distance, to mystify, but to stir up actual trouble, in areas where trouble badly needed to be stirred up. The oppressive New York high art/high society world, to start with. No complicated political analysis has ever been required to sort the connection between American wealth and American wars. For personal as well as "political" reasons, I hated those wars, and that arrangement, and still do, to my own career detriment. Which would be too bad for me, were it not for my perpetual and deliberate failure to do anything that looked to have some possible career value attached. People I published back then -- a lot of whom were nobodies at the time, not yet brushed by so much as a single flake of iconic stardust -- are celebrities now; why am I not impressed?  For that matter, when I see how KG's little train jumped the rails at Brown with that autopsy-report stunt, I've got to wonder -- what can the man have been thinking? That it is possible, given the massive issuance of slack that routinely accompanies iconic status, for one to be at the same time cute, challenging, adorable, disrespectful, unaware, clever, and absolutely clueless -- and get away with it?

    The "concept" of "boring" was originally a popular in-crowd joke. Andy Warhol's deadpan embrace of boredom, which came fairly easy to him, as he was always so very, very bored, to the point of ostentation, and always so very, very, very boring, to the point of rudeness, had great influence.


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    #Andy Warhol's #ChelseaGirls at @CalArtsREDCAT - stunning, gorgeous, indelible. “Nico #Ondine "IngridSuperstarThere are never enough 'I love you's.” ~ Lenny Bruce #Lenny Bruce: image via Christopher Yin @Christopher_Yin, 27 October 2014

    When Andy put out a 25 hour movie, people actually tried to sit through it. I sat through Chelsea Girls in the movie house on Second Ave just above St Marks Place.  Ted Berrigan was also present.  Ted's reaction, afterwards, with eyes rolling, large knowing grin: "Pretty boring!"

    Even in those antediluvian times, however, a difference was perceived between boring-boring and interesting-boring.

    Being boring-boring, that is, boring not-on-purpose, was an immediately recognisable form of what Lenny Bruce, a far more penetrating voice in those years than that of any poet -- always true, often angry, never bored, never boring, perpetually hounded by puritan law and order, soon silenced -- called "square".


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    “There are never enough 'I love you's.” ~ Lenny Bruce #Lenny Bruce: image via Santi Trullenque @Santi Trullenque, 19 January 2015

    The term has lost all meaning. Now, in this country, only the squares survive. Everybody else is out on the streets, trying to find and defend a night doorway to huddle up and lie down in.

    In this dead landscape, the King of the Squares shows up in the Ivy League, lays down his abominable Mike Brown autopsy riff, conveniently aborting on the unremarkable genitalia ("poetic effect"), everybody gets a little I-was-there tingle, and goes home, treasuring their having been present at such an event, even though the event was clearly so awful.

    At least the Pet Shop Boys knew what rhythm is. You can tell. The song I've linked to has a rhythm track stolen directly from Curtis Mayfield, an artist as superior in quality to the PSBs as, say, the conversation of kids larking about on a corner is to the "uncreative uncreativity" of our Kenny G, the shameless bluffer from downtown Penn Clown.


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    My Saturday night has consisted of Chinese, the Italian job and nail painting #beingboring: image via Molly DudleyBurnt Orange @Mollyannedudley, 28 December 2013

    Interesting boring had to have a bit of an edge, a bit of danger, a bit of the untamed, perhaps even the soupçon of a hint of resistance to the dominant capitalist war culture -- which was, in those early years of which I have spoken, conducting a campaign of systematic genocide in Southeast Asia.

    Power, money and class were the dominant forces in the NY art world of those days... as too, of course these days. What other forces were ever at work in NYC duh.

    So perforce all the silly antics of the far-out art crew were always going to have a common objective: to arrange somehow to be lifted up out of the squalor and poverty of the artistic life, adopted from above, invited into that grand world of power, money and class.


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    “There are never enough 'I love you's.” ~ Lenny Bruce #Lenny Bruce: image via Santi Trullenque @Santi Trullenque, 19 January 2015

    Thus, a salon model for the arts.  Many performers diligently making fools of themselves. A few rich people at the top, taking it or leaving it.

    The humiliation built into the confidence in the bought situation was and remains enormous.  Likewise the hubris.

    Then, however, the depths of the gold mine had not yet been plumbed.


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    @cheekypete #petshopboys Tatuaje Nunca soñé que iba a llegar a ser la criatura que siempre quise ser #beingboring: image via Loth Rodriguez @lothrdez, 30 November 2013

    It was soon learned that there were other troughs to carefully line up and act adorably before, in order to be permitted to swill at leisure. Major corporations, in particular, and their servants, the major universities, would provide a useful, clean, orderly system of inducement and reward to divert creative effort into obedient repetition of previous models. The previous models were soon enough quickly exhausted. The students who were taught the methods were meanwhile not taught the histories of the methods, as their teachers were/are unaware of the histories. Too much trouble actually knowing anything. Names and reputations, previously restricted to the relatively limited status of fairly important considerations, but never quite the proverbial be-all and end-all (lovely saying that, her unconscious revival of it the one thing we have to thank Sarah Palin for), became now the ONLY considerations.

    Words like "iconic" came into being. 

    During this period, "arts management" and "curating", those other terrifying words, sprang up, Topsy-like, as viable career options for vapid young suburbanoid things wanting to get close to a life of risk and danger and freedom they would never have if merely restricted to their own nil talents and nil imaginations. Soon enough, mutatis mutandis, the managers and the curators WERE the action. Getting close with THEM became the primary achievement, from which all else would follow.


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    MASKS #Warhol: image via half gallery @halfgallery, 9 March 2015 Manhattan, NY

    I taught poetry to aspiring writers for some 25 years. Every student in every class was there for the same reason. They felt their individual expressive voices were doomed to be lost in a sea of contending individual voices, all aching to be heard.

    Somewhere around the middle of that 25 year trajectory I became aware that it was being proposed out there in the great world that one might actually skip learning the history and the art altogether, and just become conceptual. A shortcut, in short.

    Such a nice, elevated, impressive term. So clean, useful, evasive. Safe, nonthreatening. Who could be so mean, so ungenerous, as to look unkindly upon a concept.


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    And of course, theall-important accessories. Where there's a concept there's always got to be an explanation to go along, a lecture to follow, a performance to be endured, a spinoff performance for the hypermasochistic, and so on. A self-replicating machine. An industry.

    And yet the depths of the gold mine had even then not yet been fully plumbed.

    Now we have what...? The fossilized bones of the raiders of the lost art of poetry, yearning to be, like, you know, Super Super Famous, like Kenny G -- who, bet you ten bucks, fully expects his name will be remembered, catalogued, inscribed on the cornerstones of handsomely endowed, formidably agglomerated campus buildings and the like, long after Mike Brown's is forgot, except maybe as a footnote, in the Penn Clown archive, when the curator comes to the blank spot where the tape of the historic Brown University show should be. 


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    Mahmoud Darwish: Words

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    The almond blossom sends me flying in March, from my balcony #MahmoudDarwish b 74y ago [Photo: #Palestine circa 1920i]: image via rui borges@homo_viator, 13 March 2015

    When my words were wheat
    I was the earth.
    When my words thundered
    I was the storm.
    When my words wore down rock
    I was the river.
    But when my words became honey
    Flies devoured my lips.

     
    Mahmoud Darwish (1941-2008): Words (English translation via The HyperTexts)
     
     
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    "A little of this absolute and blue infinity Would be enough" #MahmoudDarwish b 74y ago #Gaza Photo @laurenceGeai: image via rui borges@homo_viator, 12 March 2015

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    ❥❥I have vowed to fashion from my eyelashes a kerchief and upon it to embroider verses for your eyes❥❥ #MahmoudDarwish
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    Journalist Momen Faiz covering story of teacher Ahmed Sawafiri -- both disabled by Israel #Palestine #Gaza v @palinfoen: image via Voice from Palestine @Palaestina, 19 March 2015
     

    Ahmad Swafiri, a #Palestinian teacher who lost his legs and hand but still creates a generation of educated kids. #Gaza: image via Mohammed Matter @AbuYazan_Gaza, 18 March 2015


    Ahmad Swafiri, a #Palestinian teacher who lost his legs and hand but still creates a generation of educated kids. #Gaza: image via Mohammed Matter @AbuYazan_Gaza, 18 March 2015
     

    Ahmad Swafiri, a #Palestinian teacher who lost his legs and hand but still creates a generation of educated kids. #Gaza: image via Mohammed Matter @AbuYazan_Gaza, 18 March 2015
     

    Ahmad Swafiri, a #Palestinian teacher who lost his legs and hand but still creates a generation of educated kids. #Gaza: image via Mohammed Matter @AbuYazan_Gaza, 18 March 2015
     
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    Palestinian children in #Gaza playing with lion cubs. [pic from @MrHalimi]: image via @naufalawg, 19 March 2015
     
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    For now the lion cubs sleep inside the house with the family in Rafah refugee camp. #Gaza @QudsN: image via Nasser Atta @nassratta5, 19 March 2015

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    The Zoo in Rafah, #Gaza sell the lion cubs to Palestinian refugee family because there is no funding to care for them: image via Nasser Atta @nassratta5, 19 March  2015
     

    Gaza City, Gaza.Saad al-Jamal holds a lion cub outside his house in the Rafah refugee camp. Jamal said he bought two two-month-old cubs from the Rafah zoo. He lives with the animals in his home. We hope he knows how big they will get: photo by Said Khatib/AFP via The Guardian, 19 March 2015

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    After #Netanyahu Wins Vote with Racism and Vow of Permanent Occupation, How Will World Respond?: image via Demcracy Now @democracynow 18 March 2015

    Dear Mr Netanyahu: Sorry we dared to  dream. Yours, Israel's Arab population. Palestinian citizens of Israel once had hope that one day, as citizens, we would be partners, able to live where we want and access resources. No longer: Sayed Kashua, The Guardian, 19 March 2015
     
    For a moment I was optimistic.

    For one moment this week the hope I had utterly lost last summer –- a summer suffused with racism, hatred, blood and devastation -- came back. For one moment, after I left Jerusalem with my family for life in Illinois, I thought that maybe there’s still a chance, maybe there are still enough people in Israel who refuse to rule and oppress another nation.

    The last pre-election polls in the Israeli media predicted a loss for the prime minister, Binyamin Netanyahu, and the head of the Arab parties’ Joint List, the young lawyer Ayman Odeh, gave me hope that it was not too late to stop the fascism. Odeh took part in a television debate with Israel’s foreign minister, Avigdor Lieberman, who as usual called Odeh and the rest of the country’s Arab citizens -- people like me -- a fifth column, the spearhead of the terrorist organisations in the Knesset.

    Odeh smiled tranquilly, and spoke about unity, cooperation, terminating the occupation in the Palestinian territories and forging a future of equality in Israel. The young lawyer succeeded in cutting Lieberman down to size, and showed him exactly for what he is: a benighted, pathetic racist.

    For a moment I no longer felt afraid of Lieberman and of his threats against the Arab citizens; for a moment I wanted to believe it was still possible.

    Not that I thought, heaven forbid, that Lieberman’s rivals from the Zionist Union would, when they came to power, immediately set about ending the occupation and granting the Arab citizens rights. But the very thought that a prospect existed of terminating Netanyahu’s rule gave me some solace. It was a wobbly base for change of some sort; a glimmer of hope with which I could deceive myself into believing that it would, after all, be possible to return home and lie to my children that one day there will be peace, that one day they will be equal citizens in a democratic state.

    I was wrong. I was wrong because I wanted to be wrong. I was wrong because I sought hope at any price. Because deep in my heart I refused to believe that people could be so indifferent to the suffering of others. “The Arabs are voting in their masses,” our prime minister incited the Israeli public on election day, declaring unabashedly that those masses were not truly citizens but enemies bent on our destruction -- beware of them. After all, his election slogan was “It’s us or them”. And he succeeded. Once more he opted for intimidation, factionalism, hatred and incitement, and once more he succeeded.

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    In the triumph of #Netanyahu the legitimacy of a Jewish State is crumbling: @JonLansman #JSIL: image via Mosabbir Ali @mosabbir, 19 March 2015

    “If I am elected,” Netanyahu promised the people of Israel, 'there will not be a Palestinian state." True, it’s no secret that Netanyahu was not intending to support the establishment of a Palestinian state. The change lay in the fact that he said so openly, in order to persuade Israeli voters to flock to him. Who, then, should one be disappointed in -- the prime minister, or the Israeli majority?



    Netanyahu thanks supporters after a win in Israel’s elections. In his first interview since then, he backtracked on his declaration that he would not permit a Palestinian state if re-elected: photo by Xinhua/Landov/Barcroft Media via The Guardian, 19 March 2015

    And no, I don’t buy the official Israeli excuses that try to explain the occupation by resorting primarily to the words “fear” and “security”. No fear and security can explain settlements in the heart of a Palestinian population in the West Bank, in the heart of East Jerusalem or in Hebron. No fear and security can explain the expulsion of Palestinians from their home in favour of Jews, blacking out their cities, stealing their drinking water, surrounding them with concrete walls. No explanations and no theories based on threat, fear or security can explain separation and cruel discrimination against Israel’s Arab citizens. Racism can explain it, messianic impulses seizing on divine precepts can explain it, so can ethnic cleansing.

    “Better to have Bibi in power,” some of my Arab colleagues will say, “better to have someone like Binyamin Netanyahu, who will expose the country’s true face.” They may be right. There may be something to the argument that it’s preferable to have a prime minister who asserts loud and clear that there will not be a Palestinian state and who does not consider the Arabs in Israel as true citizens. Preferable to a more sophisticated Zionist leadership that will throw sand in the eyes of the international community and talk in dulcet tones about a political agreement with the Palestinians, but will do all it can to prevent Palestinian independence. Others of my colleagues will also say that this is preferable, because it’s a sure recipe for the emergence of a single binational state that will be forced on the Israelis in the future without their having intended it.


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    However, that’s an extremely problematic argument. The hope for a binational state that Israeli policy will bring about unintentionally, will be shunted aside for years by the racist separation that already exists in the occupied territories. Israel will continue to expand at the expense of Palestinian land, the Palestinians will continue to be squeezed into densely populated cantons encircled by walls, until the international community will ostracise Israel and force it to grant civil rights to the Palestinians -– thereby perhaps bringing about a binational state.

    That’s a dangerous process, grounded in the trampling of the Palestinians. And even if the situation does play out like that, what exactly will the Palestinian society look like after long years of poverty, distress, overcrowding and adversity?

    What kind of people will these ghettos of Palestinians produce? What form of morality, national consciousness and hope will people be left with after so many years of stifling occupation and a sense of hopelessness? Will the Palestinian people still retain the strength to struggle for a binational state, or will we have become, by then, the fallout of a people barely able to stand on its feet?




    Ahmad AlSoaferi. 25, teacher who lost both legs during israeli offensive on #Gaza in 2008. He continues to Inspire! : image via Isa @akhi_isa, 19 March 2015

    “There will not be a Palestinian state,” the prime minister declared, sealing the fate of his subjects in the occupied territories, who are deprived of the right to vote. But he has never said what there will be. It sometimes seems that the only plan the Israeli government has for the Palestinians is for them to sit quietly while Israel does whatever takes its fancy, equipped with its army, with laws it promulgated and with courts it established. As for the Palestinians, their role is to keep quiet, except perhaps to say thank you.

    We are already weary, battered and bereft of hope. The Palestinians have tried everything and by God, it’s Israel’s governments that taught us that the only thing the Israelis appreciate is force. Except that we have no force.

    “There will not be a Palestinian state,” the prime minister stated, and thereby declared that there is also no point in the existence of the Palestinian Authority, which was created and defined as a stage on the way to the establishment of a state. Possibly the time has come to dismantle the PA and return the keys to Netanyahu. After all, he’s the real landlord, and a direct occupation without intermediaries is preferable.

    Now that we know that Israel officially has no intention of bringing about the creation of a Palestinian state, maybe the Palestinians in the West Bank and the Gaza Strip will start to demand Israeli citizenship instead of independence?


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    American donors donated around $237,000, about 90% of total contributions to the #Netanyahu reelection campaign: image via Ahmed Shihab-Eldin @ASE, 19 March 2015

    A Palestinian state will not come into being without massive and immediate international intervention, but Netanyahu has already proved that he will get backing from the US administration for all his actions.

    The likely scenario is that the King of Israel will continue from the place at which he stopped three months ago in order to hold early elections. His government had just then approved the "Jewish nation-state" bill. That legislation aims to perpetuate the discrimination against Arab citizens within Israel and to make it clear that in any clash between the state’s values as Jewish and democratic, its Jewishness will have the upper hand.

    How dumb I felt for having allowed myself to cultivate hope. How foolish of me to think that I’m allowed to dream of a day when, as citizens of the state, we will be partners in decision-making. How naive I must be to dare to dream that Israel’s Arab citizens will be able to live wherever they wish in their country, have access to its resources and no longer make do with alms the state throws in their direction and demands that they be grateful.

    “It’s us or them,” the prime minister said. Well, it’s you, Mr Prime Minister. You won, and proved that we have no right of existence. Sorry we dared to dream, sir.



    ‘We are already weary, battered and bereft of hope.’: photo by Daniella Cheslow/Zuma Press via The Guardian, 19 March 2015

    Hilton Obenzinger: Treyf Pesach

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    I wrote this right after the election in Israel for Passover coming soon. Add your own words to the Haggadah:

    Treyf Pesach

    This year I am observing a Treyf Pesach.

    Help me sweep the chometz back into the house, for we need to get dirty.

    Help me replace the wine with whiskey, lots of it, so we can forget the horror.

    Once we were slaves, and now we are slaves again.

    Instead of matzo symbolizing the haste in which we fled slavery, stack up slices of white bread, any kind of leavened bread because now Pharaoh Bibi holds our people in thrall.

    Chop up the apples and nuts to represent all the Palestinian houses blown up.

    Eat the bitter herbs to remember how the beauty of our culture has been infused with hate.

    Slap down a pork chop rib to remember how all of the hopes and dreams of freedom have turned ugly, have turned to blood, have become a vile joke.

    Eat the slimy kale to recall all the olive trees torn out of the ground.

    Dip the leafy slime into the salt water to cry over how young kids are lording over old men at checkpoints.

    Eat the horseradish to recall the bitterness of lies in our name. Shove spoonfuls of horseradish down each other’s throats so we can never forget what we have done.

    Put the egg in the center to recall that once we were a people rich with variety and joy and now we are a cartoon of ourselves -– but even then spring will come, maybe, if the warming earth allows.

    Why is this night different from all other nights? It’s not, it’s the same old story of using our own pain to cause the pain of others.

    The foolish child is the only wise one around. He says, I want to get out of here, I’d rather live in Berlin or LA than stomp on other people and call that democracy.

    The wise child is a fool, asking why he can’t get lower rent and doesn’t notice the bloated settlements.

    Let the girls sing the new Dayenu.

    We build walls to choke another people –- Enough Already.

    We in America and Europe are told to come and be ruled by Pharaoh Bibi –- Enough Already.

    Bombs and more bombs will make us safe -– Enough Already.

    Once we were slaves and now we are slaves again -– Enough Already.

    Beat up the stranger in our midst –- Enough Already.

    And American Jews look on and say nothing, as they have said nothing for decades -– Enough Already.

    Let us feast on our bitterness and loss. Let us gulp down the whiskey so we can forget.

    Next year leave Jerusalem alone.


    20 March 2015

    Hilton Obenzinger was born in Brooklyn in 1947. He is the author of eight books, including This Passover Or The Next I Will Never Be in Jerusalem (1980), "a poetic interrogation of the Zionist nation of Israel".


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    Netanyahu advancing one thousand #housingunits in #East Jerusalem #HarHoma: image via Israel Trending News @Israelolizer, 27 October 2014
     

    An Israeli soldier casts his ballot for the election behind a mobile voting booth in the West Bank Jewish settlement of Migdalim, near Ariel. Binyamin Netanyahu’s rightwing Likud party scored a dramatic election victory, surging past its main rival, the centre-left Zionist Union, to win the most seats in the Knesset: photo by Amir Cohen/Reuters via the Guardian, 22 March 2015
     
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    #Netanyahu Visits Contentious Jerusalem Settlement on Last Day of Campaign #HarHoma: image via Politolizer @Politolizer, 16 March 2015


     
     Israelis gathered at a rally to support Prime Minister Benjamin Netanyahu in Tel Aviv's Rabin Square on March 15, two days before voters gave his Likud party a resounding victory: photo by. Amir Cohen/Reuters via The New York Times, 20 March 2015
     
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    Today #Netanyahu expressed how proud he is about splitting Bethlehem from Jerusalem #HarHoma: image via Palestine PLO - NAD Politolizer @nadplo, 16 March 2015


    An ultra Orthodox Jewish man pauses in front of the al-Aqsa mosque in the Haram al-Sharif/Temple Mount complex:
    photo by Bernat Armangue/Associated Press via The Guardian, 20 March 2015

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    #BeitSahour buildings in the front. Behind is #HarHoma colony; to the right (trees) its expansion near Palestinian Homes: image via Xavier Abu Eid @xabueid, 24 August 2014


    Israeli police at the al-Aqsa mosque in 2014. Tension over access to the Haram al-Sharif/Temple Mount compound is highlighted in the EU report: photo by Peter Beaumont for the Guardian, 20 March 2015


    Sasson Sara, a shopkeeper in Sderot of Iraqi descent, voted for Likud. Many Mizrahim have viewed Ashkenazis as elitist: photo by Rina Castelnuovo for The New York Times, 20 March 2015


    A Palestinian man is reflected on a damaged television amid the ruins of homes destroyed during the 50-day Israeli assault in Gaza. A total of 30 aid agencies said last week that they were alarmed by the limited progress that had been made to rebuild devastated lives and tackle the root causes of the conflict.
    : photo by Said Khatib/AFP via The Guardian, 28 February 2015


     
    In Sderot, a border town in southern Israel, there was wide support for Benjamin Netanyahu and his hard-line Likud Party: photo by Rina Castelnuovo for The New York Times, 20 March 2015



    Children played in Eli, an Israeli settlement in the West Bank. Eli sprawls across six hilltops amid Palestinian villages and farmland: photo by Tomas Munita for the New York Times, 12 March 2015


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    Young Palestinians throw stones at Israeli security forces at Shuafat refugee camp in Jerusalem in 2014, a year characterised by an EU report as the most ‘violent and polarised’ in the city in recent memory
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    Eli, an Israeli settlement in the West Bank. Eli sprawls across six hilltops amid Palestinian villages and farmland: photo by Tomas Munita for the New York Times, 12 March 2015

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    #BeitJala, #Bethlehem and the illegal colony of #HarHoma: image via Xavier Abu Eid @xabueid, 20 February 2015


    A mural of a kitten, presumably by street artist Banksy, on the remains of a house that witnesses said was destroyed by Israeli shelling during the 50-day war last summer in Beit Hanoun. Banksy has posted a mini-documentary on his website showing the squalid conditions in Gaza six months after the end of the Israeli assault: photo by Suhaib Salem/Reuters via The Guardian, 28 February 2015

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    Spain and Italy Warn Against Investing in Israeli #Settlements via @RT_com #BDS #HarHoma: image via #NoJusticeNoPeace @PalsJustice, 28 June 2014


     
    Soldiers patrolled in Nahal Oz, a kibbutz founded by European Jews and where most members voted for the left-leaning Zionist Union, which did well in secular Tel Aviv and suburban areas: photo by Rina Castelnuovo for The New York Times, 20 March 2015
     
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    #@emilyhauserA pic of #HarHoma in 2011. Perhaps the (distant) trees now new apartments #Palestine #Israel: image via Jeremy Pressman  @djpressman, 24 March 2014

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    Bomb damage, Gaza City (detail): image by Banksy, 2015


    Ultra-orthodox Jews attend an election rally in Jerusalem. Assuming Binyamin Netanyahu can form a government before the beginning of next month, he will face an immediate crisis, with Palestinians determined to present claims of war crimes against Israel over its 48-year occupation of the West Bank and last year’s war in Gaza: photo by Ammar Awad/Reuters via the Guardian, 22 March 2015

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    Joseph Ceravolo: Hand Gun

    When I was a child
    I thought a handgun in a holster
    and the lead colored bullets on the belt
    was one of the most beautiful things
    made by man.
    Of course at that time
    I didn't consciously know
    of the phallic significance or symbol,
    but it doesn't really matter.
    It's not the object now
    but the feeling that accompanied,
    which still remains and comes back,
    but not for guns and bullets
    but for eternity.
    It must be the way Sumerians
    felt for their Gilgamesh
    and Jews for David
    and Egyptians for Pharaoh
    and anyone for heroes,
    a hope of eternity
    for ever and ever new.
    A chance not for the object
    but for the soul alone,
    if that be possible.
    But it's too easy
    to love life too much
    and all is gone away, alas,
    like a shot from
    the gun of childhood.

    When I was a child
    I thought of eternity.

    Joseph Ceravolo (1934-1988): Hand Gun, 24 October 1986, from Collected Poems, 2012



    Kabul, Afghanistan. A girl plays with a toy gun during celebrations for Nowruz, the Iranian new year, which marks the first day of spring and the start of the year in the Persian calendar: photo by Mohammad Ismail/Reuters via The Guardian, 22 March 2015

     
    We Sell Guns (Boston, Massachusetts): photo by Jim Rohan (LowerDarnley), 31 March 2013

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    Would-be customer is shown the merchandise at fake gun store: image from YouTube video via Breitbart, 17 March 2015

    Gun Control Group Sets Up Fake Store, Shames First-Time Buyers: A.W.R. Hawkins, Breitbart, 17 March 2015

    In effort to prove once and for all that owning guns puts Americans in danger, States United to Prevent Gun Violence set up a fake gun store and shamed first-time gun buyers into foregoing their purchase.

    They did this by only offering models of guns for sale that had been used in high-profile crimes. So when a first-time female buyer asked to the see a gun that was easy to operate the clerk grabbed a .22 revolver and said, “[This] is the easiest gun we have to use. It’s our most popular one… It’s also a gun that 5-year-old found in his parents bedroom, went down and shot his 9-month-old baby brother with it.”

    For another customer the clerk shows a 9mm semiautomatic. He describes it as “a very handy gun” and that’s “easy to use.” The clerk says, “It’s a great gun to carry in your purse, like that gal from the Walmart, her two-year-old son reaches into her pocketbook, pulls it out, shoots her.”

    The clerk does the same thing with a shotgun -- used in a San Diego shooting -- and various other guns used in more recent crimes.

    For Adam Lanza’s horrible acts at Sandy Hook Elementary the clerk lays down an AR-15, snaps his fingers, and says, “20 little kids, gone like that.”
     

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    Customers Walk Into a '#GunShop' Hoping to Get Something for Protection. Little Did...: image via Gun Rights Update @gunrightsupdate, 19 March 2015

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    A "#gunshop"that suddenly appeared in the... #hoax: image via Trending Hoax News @Hoaxalizer, 19 March 2015

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    #California #handgun sales hit record number in 2014 at over 510,000: image via San Francisco Trending Hoax News @SunTimesSF, 5 March 2015
     
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    The classic Colt Python chambered in .357 magnum. Photo: @lonestarloaded #colt #python #revolver #handgun #pistol: image via jb @jbcday, 19 March 2015

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    Lots of Musk and camo hoodies in this place. #gunshop: image via Tracy Eckert @tracyeckert, 31 January 2015
     

    Missouri passed a law that allows open carry of guns, even in towns with bans, and for ‘specially trained employees’ to bring guns to schools: photo by Prisma Bildagentur AG / Alamy/Alamy via the Guardian, 11 September 2014
     

    A young attendee inspects an assault rifle during the 2013 National Rifle Association annual meeting and exhibits in Houston, Texas..: photo by Justin Sullivan via The Guardian, 14 December 2014
     

    A Vermont measure, introduced by three top Democrats in the state senate, would expand background checks to most private sale
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    photo by Joe Raedle via the Guardian, 10 February 2015


    Abby, aged 8, from Louisiana: photo by An-Sofie Kesteleyn from the series My Little Rifle via the Guardian, 28 April 2014


    A demonstrator helps hold a large Come and Take It banner at a rally in support of open-carry gun laws in Austin, Texas..: photo by Eric Gay/AP via The Guardian, 30 January 2015


    Officers investigate the scene after a shooting at She's a Pistol, a woman-centric gun shop in Shawnee, Kansas, on Friday: photo by Tammy Ljungblad/AP via the Guardian, 12 January 2015
     

    An exterior view of Guns Galore gun shop, where Ivan Lopez reportedly bought the weapon he used at Fort Hood: photo by Erich Schlegel /Reuters via The Guardian, 4 April 2014
     
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    Dead kids in a classroom - just good business for @NRA and  gun industry #gunsense: image via US Gun Violence @usgunviolence, 12 March 2015

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    WATCH: Parents laugh at gun extremist who says guns in schools ‘just makes sense’ #gunsense: image via Shannon @shannonrwatts, 12 March 2015
     
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    Bristol Palin’s Fiancé Playing With Baby Next To Unsecured Handgun. #GunSense: image via That Anomaly Woman @Anomaly100, 22 March 2015
     

    Gun enthusiasts check out products at a National Rifle Association meeting. Gun advocates spread letters and petitions condemning Lynch’s stance on gun control, as Senate Republicans continue to stall US attorney general confirmation. The National Association for Gun Rights collected 200,000 signatures against Lynch’s confirmation. The battle took an ugly turn this week when some Democrats injected race into the debate, suggesting that Republicans were opposed to the nomination of the first African American woman for the post. The Illinois senator Dick Durbin, the second-ranking Democrat in the Senate, drew a Rosa Parks analogy and said Republicans were forcing Lynch to "sit in the back of the bus".: photo by Scott Olson via the Guardian, 20 March 2015

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    The Kurdish Spring: struggle, resistance, renewal: image via Dilba @DilbaKurd, 24 March 2015
    I  Newroz

    In praise of... Nowruz: As western nations celebrate the coming of spring, other cultures are observing an ancient festival of renewal: The Guardian, 20 March 2011
     
    In western cultures, today is the spring equinox –- the long-awaited moment that marks the end of winter, when the days begin to stretch out noticeably and the nights to shrink. But in countries and cultures across the Middle East and central Asia, notably Iran, 21 March is Nowruz (or Nawroz, in Kurdish, or Norouz or Nauroz or several other variant spellings that shift from city to city across Asia), the ancient festival of the new year.



    Kobani, Syria. A woman stands on Mistanur hill, where she will celebrate Newroz, the Kurdish new year: photo by Yasin Akgul/AFP via The Guardian, 23 March 2015

    Like Easter in countries with a Christian tradition, the religious and the pagan have merged into a single anniversary marked with symbols of new life, such as decorated eggs and spring flowers. In Iran, where it is associated with Zoroastrianism, celebrants jump over bonfires to mark the victory of light over darkness, and the ash of the fires is buried in the fields in a marriage of fire and earth.



    Istanbul, Turkey: A Turkish Kurd jumps over a fire during a gathering to celebrate Nowruz
    : photo by Mustafa Ozer/AFP via The Guardian, 21 March 2011

    Festivals only endure when they are capable of reinvention. So in Kurdish culture, where Nawroz is a reminder of victory over the murderous tyrant Zuhak, it is celebrated from Istanbul to the beaches of California as both national independence day and an emblem of resistance.


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    Güneşin çocukları #Newroz ateşinden atlıyor: image via HDP Bursa @HDPbursa,15 March 2015

     It is a promise that release from the burden of winter will one day be accompanied by freedom from political oppression too.


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    A Kurdish woman celebrating the Kurdish new year Newroz. @zirmezirm: Ew e #Newroz ha! #TwitterKurds: image via A Dunon @ArjDn, 23 March 2015

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    The #Newroz of defiance — Kurds mark the Kurdish celebration of victory over tyranny: image via Ruwayda Mustafah @Ruwayda Mustafah, 23 March 2015


    The #Newroz is the symbol of eternal liberation and crossing all the difficult paths to reach the pinnacle of success!: image via Naz @Naz23Gul, 20 March 2015

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     Happy #Newroz to Kurds and #Kurdistan and all of the other nations who celebrate the festival: image via Greater Kurdistan @Kurdistan_612, 20 March 2015

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     Happy #Newroz to all the world Happy Newroz to the parents of our martyrs Happy Newroz to all our freedom fightersto Kurds and #Kurdistan and all of the other nations who celebrate the festival: image via Urmiye Club @UrmiyeClub, 21 March 2015


    Sad. First  #Newrozwhen I can't participate in the party. But great wishes and greetings to all who celebrate!: image via Dilba @DilbaKurd, 21 March 2015

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    Picture of the day: "You enjoy #Newroz, we will protect you"— Peshmerga message: image via Rudaw English @RudawEnglish, 23 March 2015

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    “Check points in Kobanê decorated for #Newroz": image via Amed News Agency @AJANSAMED, 15 March 2015
     
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    The spirit of Newroz will never die as long as our grandpa's celebrate it at this way! Today in Qoser #Newroz: image via Dilxaz Sofiyan @ Dilxazsofi,18 March 2015


     #Newroz celebration in Wan/Van!: image via Jiyan Azadi @JiyanAzadi, 18 March 2015
     

     #Newroz celebration in Wan/Van!: image via Jiyan Azadi @JiyanAzadi, 18 March 2015
     

    #Kurdish #Newroz celebration celebration with dance around Fire is to fight against #ISIL and #Islam o Fascist state in #middleEast: image via Kobane RojAva @KOBANE, 18 March 2015

    II Mehmed Uzun: Diyarbakir: The slap in the face

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     'Newroz' is the new day. Day of Resistance! #NewrozPirozBe #Newroz2015 #Kurdistan #Diyarbakir #Amed: image via Occupied Taksim @Occupied Taksim, 23 March 2015

    In a prominent corner of my office hangs a phrase of Euripides: Omnis hominum vita est plena dolore. That
    means: man's entire life is full of suffering. It goes without saying that this maxim is not there to encourage
    suffering. Quite the contrary, it is there to impart a lesson, to transform suffering into a richness capable of
    contributing to man's happiness without losing sight of it for a moment. This principle is important, if not for
    everyone, at least for the child of a people condemned to suffer.


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    #Diyarbakir and #Turkey wait The #Newroz day on Saturday!#NewrozPirozBe #Kurdistan #Syria #Iraq #PKK @HDPgenelmerkezi: image via Tamer Yazar @tameryazar, 20 March 2015

    For reasons that have nothing to do with my own will I came into the
    world as a Kurd, and since then my life has been marked by two things: suffering and the lie. And one can
    say that whatever my faults, the forty-seven years of my life have been entirely devoted to a struggle
    designed to free me from these two evils. I have incessantly forced myself to decipher the hideous,
    primitive, and cruel countenance of the lie, seeking to create on the basis of suffering artistic works placed
    at the service of mankind, of humanity as a whole. I do not know to what extent I have succeeded. I do
    know, however, that this has been the central motive of everything I have undertaken. Of course it is not
    my intention here to tell my life's story in sentimental fashion, but I wish nevertheless to speak briefly of
    three lessons that I have tried to draw from three grievous facts.


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    Swiss MP: Keeping PKK on Terror List Meaningless #twitterkurds #Amed #Diyarbakir #Newroz @BBC: image via Amy L Beam @amybeam, 19 March 2015

    The first lesson goes back to 1960, the year I was seven. On a hot, clear day at the end of summer, the
    very day on which, dressed in new clothes from head to foot, I was beginning grammar school, I received a
    violent slap in the face in the guise of a lesson on the importance of language and words. I had been born
    and raised in the shelter of a Kurdish tribe. My family possessed no books except for the Koran, which
    hung on the wall, and had neither a radio nor a television set. In this enormous house, its garden planted
    with some pomegranate trees and an equal number of peach trees, the garden where roses bloomed,
    there was nothing besides my father's bilur (shepherd's pipe), the stories and legends told by my
    grandfather, and the beautiful strans (traditional songs) that my grandmother sang in the Zaza dialect of
    Kurdish. It was a universe forged in the feelings, ideas, norms, and values of the Kurdish language.


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    postcard from the 19th century. #Diyarbakir: image via Arif Ozavci @ahmetarifaltun3, 21 March 2015

    I was seven years old and loved this universe that I was part of. But from the first hour of the first day that I
    set foot in school I was instructed by a slap in the face, ineradicably engraved in my memory, that my
    universe was meaningless, useless, primitive, and taboo, and that I had to leave it. While I was joining the
    ranks of my classmates in the yard of the grammar school, which was named after the poet Ibrahim Rafet,
    the teacher, who came from central Anatolia and was fulfilling his civil service, called me to order by a
    violent slap because I was speaking with a classmate in my maternal tongue. "It is forbidden to speak
    Kurdish!" The real meaning of this injunction, pronounced in Turkish, only came to me years later.


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    Turkey must ruin #Newroz celebrations for many every single year! Stay safe bakur. At least they can't stop Amed!: image via Lawen @Lawwwen, 19 March 2015

    The lesson I drew from this slap is that language and the word are of great importance. The second lesson
    came during the course of the summer of 1976. Arrested on March 21 of that year for my responsibilities
    as managing editor of a Kurdish-Turkish magazine, I was accused of "separatism" and incarcerated in
    Ankara's central prison. Some time afterward I became aware of the nature of the indictment against me,
    and presented myself for the first hearing of what was called a Court for State Security, similar to the
    tribunal that is currently banning my books. I no longer remember the month or the day, except that it was a
    dog day in the summer of 1976. The atmosphere in the concrete chamber, windowless on all four sides,
    was horribly suffocating. We were all sweating heavily: myself, "the accused" Mehmed Uzun, wearing a
    short-sleeved shirt and linen pants; the tribunal made up of five people, two soldiers and three civilians all
    obliged to wear their official dress; the prosecutor, who I later found out was a Kurd from Agri; my
    counsel; my relatives who had come to be present at the trial; all of us were drenched in sweat. In answer
    to the prosecutor's brief, which was no longer than two pages, I had prepared a response of seventy-six
    pages attempting to prove in a pretty awkward and puerile manner the existence of the Kurds and the
    Kurdish language. The prosecutor's argument was that the Kurds and their language had no form of
    existence. Whoever claimed the contrary was considered a separatist and deserved to be punished.


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    Newroz at border of liberated #Kobane.
    Celebrating victory. Now time to break Turkish blockade. #twitterkurds @Hevallo: image via Nikolaj Villumsen @nvillumsen, 17 March 2015

    The prosecutor hammered home his arguments while looking me straight in the eye. As for me, I
    pronounced some phrases in the Kurdish language one after the other and then said to him: "That's the
    language whose existence you deny. It also happens to be my maternal tongue. Did you understand any of
    it?" The prosecutor, naturally, refused to answer and repeated his arguments. The trial was adjourned. It
    was only in the sealed army van that was taking me to prison that my eyes stopped watering. Not so much
    because of the overpowering heat but because of my impotence, my inability to establish a dialog with the
    prosecutor and the tribunal: because I had been incapable of unmasking a horrible lie that was
    misrepresented as truth by power, violence, the law, and official values. The lesson I drew from that inane
    day was that the word must preserve its dignity, its respectability.


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    Transgender comrades are among great masses in #Newroz celebrations in #Diyarbakir. via @OccupiedTaksim: image via Insurrection News @InsurrectNews, 21 March 2015

    As for my third lesson, it was furnished by my years in exile. I was finally freed after eight months in prison.
    However, finding myself still under the threat of indictment on account of my responsibilities as editor of a
    journal, I chose exile and left for Sweden, where I settled in 1977. The regulations prevailing in Turkey at
    the time made any return to my native country impossible. Subsequently, in 1981, by decision of the
    military regime and like many other Turkish and Kurdish intellectuals, I was stripped of my nationality, which
    was my most elementary right. I learned quickly enough that exile was a bottomless pit, or, in Gombrowicz's
    expression, "a cemetery inhabited by the living."



    Over one million #Kurds celebrating #Newroz in #Diyarbakir #Turkey: image via Theo @ahaymatios, 21 March 2015

    How to live in exile while avoiding this cemetery? How to lead a respectable, productive life capable of
    enriching all mankind? Those were some of the questions among many others that never ceased gnawing
    at me. As a newcomer to the West I set myself to investigate, to read exiled writers of the Western world in
    order to find out what their experiences and their responses to these questions had been. Homer,
    Euripides, Ovid, Vergil, Dante, Cervantes, Hugo, as well as writers from our criminal century: Mann, Zweig,
    Broch, Canetti, Bunin, Berberova, Celan, Sachs, Singer, and many other creators of the aesthetic literature
    of uprootedness and suffering.


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    Image #Diyarbakir where thousands gathered to hear PKK's jailed leader Ocalan's message read short time ago #turkey: image via chantalrebelle @chantalrebelle, 21 March 2015

    Today, fifteen to twenty years later, I am writing an essay about my cherished writers titled "I am a Green
    Phoenix." For each of them was a phoenix reborn from its ashes. The lesson that I draw from my life in
    exile, every day of which was as long as an entire lifetime, can be summed up in a few words: language
    must be beautiful, simple, and humane. I have learned from experience that a beautiful and humane word
    surpasses in force every oppression, tyranny, or disaster. Thanks to their creations, each of my "green
    phoenixes" is far more immortal, far more humane than all the sacred and absolute leaders who were the
    Sardanapaluses of their times.


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     Solidarity with hungerstrikers in Greece #Diyarbakir #Newroz #hungerstrike2015 #antireport: image via Occupied Taksim @Occupied Taksim, 23 March 2015

    Beauty, strength, dignity. Language is the only area in which I permit myself to bring together these three
    words that are so vague, overused, and full of snares. It also took me some time to discover in my own life
    these three qualities of language. I began by taking shelter in words, creating a warm space only for my
    own use, a space beyond countries, borders, prejudices, and various loyalties, and thus immersing myself
    completely in the universe of words. Then I began to seek and assemble my words, which had been sorely
    tried by time, wounded in their quasi-totality, and which I had to heal. Finally, putting them in order to
    create literary works, I offered them to the Kurds, to Turkey, to the Middle East, and to Europe. The Kurds
    took up these works with joy and jealousy. For these wounded words were theirs, they belonged to their
    cultural heritage and bodied forth the voice of their melancholy, their sufferings.



     The biggest demonstration in the Middle East, #Newroz celebration held by the PKK in #Diyarbakir today #DeListThePKK: image via Amed News Agency @AJANSAMED, 21 March 2015


    On January 15, 2000, in Diyarbakir, I was able to affirm the extraordinary force of language. On the
    occasion of the appearance in Turkish of my novel Roni mina evine-tari mina mirina (Clear as Love, Dark
    as Death), I found myself in the company of my Turkish and Kurdish publishers. At the invitation of the
    Democratic Platform, composed of civic organizations such as the Turkish Bar Association, the order of
    physicians, and numerous workers' unions, I gave in the precincts of the City Hall a lecture entitled
    "Language, Identity, Literature." According to information furnished by the Platform officials, six thousand
    people were present: young, old, children, intellectuals, peasants, workers, businessmen, all constantly
    exposed to scorn, to different vexations, oppressed on account of their language, their culture, their
    identity, and finding or seeking to find in a word of literature that owed everything to them a semblance of
    hope, consolation, joy, and pride. The next day I participated in a book signing at the Avesta bookstore,
    writing dedications in my book for six or seven hours without interruption. There, too, people stood patiently
    in interminably long lines that overflowed onto the sidewalk.


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    Many of the girls at Newroz had these beautiful sparkly dresses -- I had serious sequin envy. #Diyarbakir: image via Katrinka Nadworny @KatrinkaSasha, 22 March 2015

    How to explain the infatuation of these people, this joy, this patience?


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    Over one million #kurds celebrating #Nawroz in #Amed #Diyarbakir 2015 #Kurdistan #Flag #OCALAN #PKK: image via Hadi Elis @hadi_elis, 21 March 2015

    Among the hundreds of letters, questions, poems, criticisms, and suggestions that came to me in the
    course of those two days I have only kept two, entrusting the rest to the Democratic Platform with the
    intention of reading and examining them at leisure at a later date: a letter in Kurdish dictated by an old
    grandmother to her grandson, and a photograph given to me by a little boy of seven or eight whose first
    name is Omer.


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    This is not in Amed,Wan or Batman! This is Riha/Urfa 2015 Newroz celebrations! V @ibrayhan #NewrozPirozBe #Newroz: image via Dilxax Sofiyan @Dilxaxsofi, 19 March 2015

    The old grandmother had had her grandson read her in Kurdish my novel Bira Qedere, and had asked him
    to communicate her impressions to me in writing. In reading her letter my eyes grew misty from mixed
    feelings of sadness and joy. As for Omer, on the day of the book signing, presenting me with a pile of
    books to inscribe to various people, he had left on the table his photograph, on the back of which were the
    following words: I greet you with the pure feelings of a child. Greetings! Greetings to you, honorable author
    who writes with so much suffering while resigning yourself to live far away from your country. Reading you I
    understand how much I owe you for speaking of me, of your people, and it makes me sad. Life becomes
    more painful when it is told as a story. But suffering also gives one a feeling of life and helps to grow ...
    -- Omer



    #Newroz celebrations in various cities of Northern #Kurdistan today. This is Nisêbîn: image via Amed News Agency Lawen @AJANSAMED, 19 March 2015

    After reading these words I immediately called my friends of the Democratic Platform and asked them to
    find Omer, whose identity, whose family name, I did not know, and to tell him that I was the one who was
    really indebted to him. My debt to Omer was the beauty, strength, and dignity of his literary statement.



    #Newroz celebrations in various cities of Northern #Kurdistan today. This is Gever: image via Amed News Agency Lawen @AJANSAMED, 19 March 2015

    In the plane carrying me back from Diyarbakir to Istanbul I shared my excitement with my friends. "That's
    the power of language!" I told them. "Those who claim it has become meaningless are badly deceiving
    themselves. Language is still powerful."



    #Newroz celebrations in various cities of Northern #Kurdistan today. This is Riha: image via Amed News Agency Lawen @AJANSAMED, 19 March 2015

    However, the historical experience of language scorned repeats itself always and everywhere. Those
    whose voices are silenced, whose difference is denied, who encounter so many difficulties in expressing
    themselves and who need language as much as they need bread or water, they make it their own. As for
    the others, those who demand that all men be like one another, experience the same feelings, live and
    think identically, and who seek to impose this choice by force, they fear language more than anybody, and
    try to control it. And history repeated itself at Diyarbakir. Seven of my books, six in Kurdish and one in
    Turkish, were suppressed by Judgment no. 2000/39 of the Fourth Court for State Security of Diyarbarkir,
    dated February 4, 2000, and this in flagrant violation of Turkish law. Also, beginning in March, the police
    systematically began making a sweep of bookstores in Ankara, Bingol, Batman, and Nusaybin, seizing my
    books and forcing the booksellers to sign documents forbidding their holding or selling them. In the course
    of my lecture I affirmed that the unity and integrity of Turkey was of great importance in the eyes of the
    Kurds; that the Kurds must abstain from all violence and abstain also from relations with
    totalitarian-regimes like those of Iran, Iraq, or Syria; that the Turks as well as the Kurds must take their
    proper place among democratic nations; and that the Kurds themselves could aid Turkey on the road to
    democratization. Even though my talk had been filmed in its entirety by police in Mufti, all my books,
    including the Kurdish original of my novel as well as its Turkish translation, came under the ban. Why?



    #Newroz celebrations in various cities of Northern #Kurdistan today. This is Cewlig: image via Amed News Agency Lawen @AJANSAMED, 19 March 2015

    Because the Kurds, like the other ancestral communities of Mesopotamia, such as the Assyrians, Syrians,
    Armenians, Jews, Chaldeans, Nestorians, Yezidis, or Alawites, who find themselves in a situation far more
    difficult than that of the Kurds, are confined in an irrevocable mode of life. These communities, which have
    received from history a slap in the face like the one I received at the age of seven, have been condemned
    to disappear. Completely deprived of their legitimate democratic role, human rights, the right of equality,
    and freedom of conscience, delivered over to ignorant and wilful military dictators who could not care less
    about law and justice, to shameless religious leaders who push religious conservatism to an extreme, in a
    region governed by arrogant politicians who only pay lip service to the words civilization, happy future, and
    justice, but who are in reality totally insensitive to the real needs of their fellow citizens and completely
    befuddled by the technical and economic progress to which they reduce all reality, these populations
    always hear the same message repeated: "Accept your fate. Your forehead is marked with the stamp of
    death. Do not struggle in vain, history's slap is mortal. Do not expect any help from outside, because you
    are alone, no one will hear your long cry. Do not hope to open yourself to the world, still less to rejoin it.
    You have no other choice but to sting those around you like a scorpion -- before stinging yourself and
    disappearing. Everything that belongs to you -- including your linguistic and cultural heritage -- will be nothing
    but dead knowledge. You can speak your language in your family if you wish, and even create a literature
    of the oppressed, capable of awakening in others a feeling of pity. Within your confined universe you can
    cry out, howl, quarrel with your neighbors. But do not try to open yourselves to the world or to offer it
    anything at all. Your only chance for survival is to forget everything, to abandon everything that belongs to
    you and conform to the official vision that defines you. Be ashamed of your own language, your identity,
    your cultural heritage, and admit that they are primitive and from now on useless. Turn to money, celebrity,
    pleasure, comfort, kill what you carry in your soul, your brain, your heart. Come, join us ..."


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    The Story of Newroz #TwiterKurds #Newroz : image via KurdishQuestion.coms @KurdishQuestion, 21 March 2015

    That is what has been repeated for two centuries to the custodians of the oldest cultural heritage of
    humanity. The Epic of Gilgamesh, the stories of the Bible, the parables of the prophets, the paradise
    gardens of the Euphrates and the Tigris, the ghats of Zoroaster, Babylon, Nineveh, Ur, Adam, Eve, Noah,
    Abraham, Jacob, and an innumerable number of other human treasures belong to them. Still, it is deemed
    necessary that all this be retained as an ornament evoking the past, but a past not in any way enriched by
    evoking new voices, new breath.



    #Kurdish #Newroz
    celebrationwith dance around Fire is to fight against #ISIL and #Islam o Fascist state in #middleEast: image via Kobane RojAva @KOBANE, 18 March 2015

    To paraphrase Ovid, what would happen if, incurring guilt for having seen certain things, you would
    understand that the reality to which you are required to adhere is a tissue of lies, and you were to insist on
    giving to this cultural heritage, to those of its languages still capable of being revived, a new voice, a new
    breath consistent with their spirit? The answer is to be found in Tristia by this same Ovid: The gods never
    pardon those who -- even unknowingly -- rise up against them. And so it is with a goal of blocking you that
    whole armies are set in motion, police, laws, information services, squadrons of death, universities,
    newspapers, television and radio networks, censorship bureaus, walls raised in heads and minds,
    tribunals, prosecutors, judges, prisons, torture centers, all in league to impose the lie as the sole reality
    and determined to make this lie triumph.



    #Kurdish #Newroz celebrationwith dance around Fire is to fight against #ISIL and #Islam o Fascist state in #middleEast: image via Kobane RojAva @KOBANE, 18 March 2015

    That is the history that was repeated yet again at Dyabarkir. For myself, I who remain firmly convinced that
    it is the mission of language and literature to bring men together rather than to divide them, this state of
    affairs is saddening. Language is a warm place, sincere, that has room for all differences, where all these
    differences constitute a fabulous richness. What can I do? It is of course impossible for me to accept this
    situation, the reduction of literature to a supplementary element of criminality, or to accept the totalitarian
    and repressive mentality. What can I do alternatively? I can recall my debt to the old grandmother who
    transmitted to me one of the oldest languages of Mesopotamia, and to the child Omer, who must have
    received as I did a slap in the face from his teacher. For them I can make the gift of new words, more
    beautiful, more worthy. There can be no doubt that I have a debt toward this old grandmother and little
    Omer.

    Mehmed Uzun (1953-2007): Diyarbakir: The slap in the face, from International Journal of Kurdish Studies, January 2003 (via Diyarbakir Media)
    Mehmut Uzun died in Diyarbakir in October 2007

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    The crowd at #newroz today in#Amed #Diyarbakir #NewrozPirozBe: image via cale salh @callysally, 21 March 2015


    III  Kurdish Spring: Light Out Of Darkness: The Battle for Kobane

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    #Syria Kurdish men sit near a bonfire in the Syrian Kurdish town of Kobane. Photo by Yasin Akgul #AFP |#Kobane: image via Stephanie Beauge @sbeaugeAFP, 24 March 2015

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    That picture is amazing RT @DilbaKurd: Spring in #Kobane - growing in #ISIS grenades. #TwitterKurds #Rojava: image via Cameron Gray @CameronGray, 24 March 2015
     
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     #Kobane Southeast front 24 March: during the day #YPG #YPJ have liberated 4 villages and killed 47 #ISIS terrorists : image via Dilba @DilbaKurd, 24 March 2015
     

     #Kobane Southeast front 24 March: during the day #YPG #YPJ have liberated 4 villages and killed 47 #ISIS terrorists : image via Dilba @DilbaKurd, 24 March 2015


     #Kobane Southeast front 24 March: during the day #YPG #YPJ have liberated 4 villages and killed 47 #ISIS terrorists : image via Dilba @DilbaKurd, 24 March 2015
     

     #Kobane Southeast front 24 March: during the day #YPG #YPJ have liberated 4 villages and killed 47 #ISIS terrorists: image via Dilba @DilbaKurd, 24 March 2015

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    #Lalmagen de #JuanJoséMillás. ¿Adónde fue la gente? #Kobane tras un #bombardeo. #Millás #Siia: image via EL PAIS SEMANAL @elpaissemanal, 17 March 2015

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    #KOBANE This brave city will rise again like a phoenix. Then your caliphate will be fallen to get revenge of #Kobane: image via Silbus Peri #KOBANE @silperinu, 23 March 2015


    Dead leader of failed #Kobane offensive, Abu Khattab al-Kurdi, is in new #IS vid, "Message to People of Kurdistan": image via Charlie Winter @charliewinter, 23 March 2015
     

    Dead leader of failed #Kobane offensive, Abu Khattab al-Kurdi, is in new #IS vid, "Message to People of Kurdistan": image via Charlie Winter @charliewinter, 23 March 2015
     

    Lebanese Abu Bakr Al Sayadi, an ISIS military commander, was killed by YPG in rural #Kobane #TwitterKurds: image via Gudaw English @GudawEnglish, 24 March 2015 


    Lebanese Abu Bakr Al Sayadi, an ISIS military commander, was killed by YPG in rural #Kobane #TwitterKurds: image via Gudaw English @GudawEnglish, 24 March 2015
     
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    One of last pic of #YPG fighter Pervin kild in #Kobane by I Kaçar 'Kurdish women on frontline': image via Mutlu Civiroglu @mutludc, 22 March 2015
     
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     Photos: Newroz Celebration in #Kobane now - @bali_mahmoud: image via Conflict News  @ConflictNews, 20 March 2015
     

     Photos: Newroz Celebration in #Kobane now - @bali_mahmoud: image via Conflict News  @ConflictNews, 20 March 2015


     Photos: Newroz Celebration in #Kobane now - @bali_mahmoud: image via Conflict News  @ConflictNews, 20 March 2015


     Photos: Newroz Celebration in #Kobane now - @bali_mahmoud: image via Conflict News  @ConflictNews, 20 March 2015
     
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    Yeah Khalipha, that is what happend to your mujahidens in #Kobane.Every day tens of their bodies found by us.: image via Silbus Peri #KOBANE @silperinu, 17 March 2015

    Sy Hersh: My Lai Revisited: "We were carrying the war very hard to them"

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    #MyLai: @Seymour Hersh habla de la masacre que EEUU perpetró en 1968 y que él mismo denunció: image via Democracy Now! Es @DemocracyNowEs, 25 March 2015

    Seymour Hersh: My Lai Revisited: excerpts from transcription of an interview, via Democracy Now!, 25 March 2015

    If you remember, Richard Nixon came to office, defeated Humphrey in 1968. Humphrey would not go against the war, Lyndon Johnson’s war, his president’s war. He was the vice president. Nixon won by claiming he had a secret plan to end the war. And by the middle of 1969, or late 1969, it was clear his secret plan was to win it — not end it, but win it. And so, antiwar feelings were getting high. And I got a tip from — there were a lot of desertions, a lot of trouble inside the Army. Also, there were hearings and investigations, particularly one particular hearing in Detroit, Michigan, where a group of GIs, even a year earlier, 1968, had gone public with story after story of horrific incidents taking place. And I had read all those things. I was — you know, I guess I believe you can’t really write if you don’t read. And I knew how much there was an underbelly of very ugly stuff in that war that wasn’t being reported.

    And so, when I got a tip in 1969, late 1969, I was a freelance writer. I had worked for the Associated Press, etc. And I had learned — I had covered the Pentagon for a few years and learned sort of OJT on how the war was being driven. Promotions in the war by 1966 and '67 were being driven by body count — how many could you kill? And inevitably, the officers and soldiers, eager to get more deaths, more killings, would stop differentiating in many areas, particularly the areas in Vietnam where My Lai took place — Quang Ngai, Quang Tri, Quang Nam — sort of areas known to be heavily engaged and committed to opposition to the South Vietnamese government. We called them Viet Cong. They weren't really — many of them were not communist, per se; they were nationalists against the war. But nonetheless, we carried the war — we were carrying the war very hard to them.


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    Unidentified bodies near burning house. My Lai, Vietnam, March 16, 1968: photo by Sgt Ronald L. Ronald Haeberle, from Department of the Army Review of the Preliminary Investigations in the My Lai Incident; image by bcs78, 31 December 2006

    So I knew all that. So when I got a tip from a lawyer, named Geoffrey Cowan, at the time, he was just involved in antiwar issues, working in Washington, that he had heard something about a massacre, I went looking. And there’s — you know, I was a soldier, I was in the Army, and I covered the Pentagon. And there is an enormous streak of decency and goodwill among many officers. And I’ve always — I always say this about the American intelligence community, too. Don’t write them off. There’s a lot of people with a lot of high integrity. And there was one day — I got nowhere on this story. And one day I was in the Pentagon, rolling around, I guess; I was going through the legal offices. The fact that officers had been detained by the Army on the suspicion of mass murder was not part of the record. I actually had run across Lieutenant Calley’s name, but I was told he was a — he had shot up a bunch of prostitutes in a bar in Saigon or something like that. Whoever told me that, that’s what he believed, that’s what he was told. But it wasn’t true. I didn’t know that.

    And anyway, I ran into a colonel I knew, I had known when I was in the Pentagon earlier, who had just been promoted to general. And he was limping. He had been shot in the war. And I just started talking with him about it, teased him a little bit about taking a bullet to make general. You know, the black humor always is very big in the military. And then I said, "What’s this about some guy shooting up a lot of people?" And the colonel, soon to be a general, slammed his hand against his wounded knee, the knee in which he had a bullet while in Vietnam, and he said to me, "Oh, Hersh," he said, "that guy Calley didn’t shoot anybody higher than that." And at that moment, at that moment, I knew I had a story, that there was something there, something big. So I just kept on going.

    I eventually found the name of Lieutenant Calley’s lawyer. I eventually got to the lawyer. I eventually got to Calley. And it was interesting, because I had heard so much about Calley. And I had actually seen by then a charge sheet accusing him. The Pentagon had initially accused him of something like 109 or 111, the killing of — get this — Oriental human beings. That was the initial charge sheet, as if 10 whites equaled one Oriental, or 12 blacks equaled one — I wasn’t sure what the number was. But believe me, they got rid of that as soon as I went public with that word. They took it out of the charge. It was a very interesting sort of notion, the notion of racism that’s so dominant in that war, as it is in all wars, I guess. You have to dehumanize the other person.


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    At the time of the massacre, this was going to be a big operation, and everybody thought, boy, we’re going to get — there was very bad intelligence. The intelligence was a Viet Cong battalion was there, the 48th, I think, and our boys were going to go in and kill them, and there was going to be a big ambush. And, of course, when we went in, there was nothing but women and children. The intelligence was lousy, as it always was. And they murdered everybody. They had been told to kill everybody you see. God knows what the real reality was, whether that was actually what — what happened, they went out of control, as they had many times before.

    But, what I learned was that this was the big deal for the whole division. Charlie Company was attached to a task force, that was attached to a battalion, that was attached to a division. You know, we’re talking about 20,000 men, led by a major general named Koster. And that day, Koster, his deputy, another general named Young, a colonel who was in charge of the regiment to which the task force was attached, a battalion — colonels, generals, lieutenant colonels, majors were flying above, and I can just tell you from what I know, you had to understand, when you saw that village, with pits full of bodies, you knew there was something horrible that happened. They all knew it. They all covered it up. Actually, what they did is they reported to headquarters that that day had produced a great victory, that they had killed 128 Viet Cong with only three weapons captured — I mean, which was a flag in itself.


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    For Decades, the Media Have Ignored the #Rapes Behind a Famous Vietnam War Photo #myLai: image via Winter Thur @winterthur, 31 October 2013

    They went in in the morning, a group of boys — and you’ve got to give them credit. You know, they toked the night before, and they did their whiskey the night before. They had their — you know, their drugs. But that morning, they got up thinking they were going to be in combat against the Viet Cong. They were happy to do it. Charlie Company had lost 20 people through snipers, etc. They wanted payback. And they had been taking it out on the people, but they had never seen the enemy. They’d been in country, as I said, in Vietnam for three or four months without ever having a set piece war. That’s just the way it is in guerrilla warfare — which is why we shouldn’t do it, but that’s another story. And they went in that morning ready to kill and be killed on behalf of America, to their credit. They landed. There were just nothing but women and children doing the usual, cooking, warming up rice for breakfast — and they began to put them in ditches and start executing them.

    Calley’s company — Calley had a platoon. There were three platoons that went in. They rounded up people and put them in a ditch. And Meadlo was ordered by Calley. He was among one or two or three boys who did a lot of shooting. There was a big distinction, basically, between the white boys, country boys like Paul Meadlo who did the shooting, and the African Americans and Hispanics, who made up about 40 percent of the company. In my interviews, I found that distinction. Most of the African Americans and Hispanics, that was Whitey’s war. The whole thing was Whitey’s war for them. And they did shoot, because they were afraid that their white colleagues might shoot at them if they weren’t participating, but they shot high. One guy even shot himself in the foot to get out of there. I mean, we had that going on, too, above and beyond the normal stuff.

    The other companies just went along, didn’t gather people, just went from house to house and killed and raped and mutilated, and had just went on until everybody was either run away or killed. Four hundred and some-odd people in that village alone, of the 500 or 600 people who lived there, were murdered that day, all by noon, 1:00. 


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    On 1 of the darkest days in US history, Hugh Thompson, Jr was a hero. He would've been 71 today. #myLai: image via Brent Scales @Boiler40, 15 April 2014

    At one point, one helicopter pilot, a wonderful man named Thompson, saw what was going on and actually landed his helicopter. He was a small combat — had two gunners. He just landed his small helicopter, and he ordered his gunners to train their weapons on Lieutenant Calley and other Americans. And Calley was in the process of — apparently going to throw hand grenades into a ditch where there were 10 or so Vietnamese civilians. And he put his guns on Calley and took the civilians, made a couple trips and took them out, flew them out to safety. He, of course, was immediately in trouble for doing that.

    It was just the instinct to not do the right thing. You know, the thing that you discovered about Vietnam was, there was no such thing as a war crime. It just didn’t exist. The idea of a war crime didn’t exist. There were violations of rules and things you did wrong. And one of things that emerged in Vietnam — a defense to, let’s say, rape — would have been what they called the MGR, the Mere Gook Rule: It was just a gook. I’m not exaggerating. It was that terrible, that racist. You talk about number of deaths in Iraq, and the number is staggering, but we usually talk in Vietnam — we don’t get within — we talk — is it one or two or three million civilians and innocents killed between the North and the South?


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    [Paul Meadlo] and another soldier from Texas had been asked by Calley — they had no idea what Calley’s intent was. Paul Meadlo was a kid. You know, he had been married young. He was from New Goshen, Indiana, from a farm family. His father worked in the mines on the border with Illinois. And they were very close to the border in New Goshen, near Terre Haute. He was a farm kid, into the Army, trained to be a killer. His brother told me when I was doing interviews for this piece — I talked to his brother, Larry, who lives near him, and said Paul was the — he couldn’t skin an animal after shooting them when hunting. He didn’t like the sight of blood. The last person that should have been drafted, but he was drafted, and he went.

    And that morning, Calley ordered Meadlo and others to collect a group of women and children. They had 40 or 50, perhaps more, some old men, mostly women and kids. And Paul and the other guys, Calley said to watch them. And so they did what kids, American guys, will do: They passed out candy. They were horsing around with the kids, playing with the kids. They told the people where to sit. And Calley came back and said, you know, in effect, "What are you doing?" He said, "I told you to take care of them." He said, "Well, I am." He said, "No, I want them killed."


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    And then Meadlo began following orders. He began crying. This is something I did not know until I revisited some of the investigations. I went and reread everything that the Army had done. I just had not read it all before. And I found other witnesses who testified at Army hearings. After my stories came out, there was a big investigation by a general named Peers. And there was another soldier, a New York kid. Naturally, a New York street kid wasn’t going to shoot, but he watched what happened. He testified about Meadlo beginning to cry. He didn’t want to do it, and Calley ordered him to. And he began to shoot and shoot. And they fired clips — I don’t know how many clips; he told me at one point five or six; he testified later about one, but he told me four, maybe five, clips — a clip in that rifle, an M1, has 17 bullets — into it, into the ditch.

    And there was a horrible moment that got me, really got me. At some point, when they were done shooting, some mother had protected a baby underneath her body in the bottom of the ditch. And the GIs heard, as somebody said to me, a keening, a crying, whimpering noise, and a little two- or three-year-old boy crawled his way out full of other people’s blood from the ditch. It’s hard for me to talk about this. And right across what was — it’s now been plowed over, but it was a rice ditch. It’s now been paved over at the site. And I saw it all. I’d seen it in my mind, and I saw it visually that day I was there. And the kid was running away, and Calley went after it — Calley, big, tough guy with his rifle — and dragged him, grabbed him, dragged him back into the ditch and shot him. And that stuck in people’s minds.


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    That’s how I got to Calley. It was a repressed memory, what happened at that ditch. And as I was doing my interviews early in the story — I had written two stories for Dispatch. And the press, I will tell you, the American press, was — they were open to the story. They didn’t really get into it. They let me sort of run with it for weeks. It made me think, as I still do, that you can really do stuff if you want to do stuff. The American press, they may not be aggressive, but if you do stuff that they think is right, they will publish it. I’d like to think that’s still true. I mean, it happened in Abu Ghraib, and it happened in other stories I’ve written. There’s a lot of resistance to stories sometimes, but not in this case. It just seemed right. And anyway, soldiers had told me — finally, they told me about Paul Meadlo. And as I wrote in the piece, I was in Salt Lake City at the time I heard about him and what he did and what happened. I didn’t hear about crying, but I heard about his resistance and about the little boy. And I spent hours on a payphone. His name was M-E-A-D-L-O, and I knew he lived in Indiana. I called every major phone district, city, and got the chief operator and asked for Meadlo, finally found him.

    And I asked — I got the house, and I called the house in New Goshen. And I asked — I knew he had had his — the next day, Paul Meadlo had had his leg blown off by stepping on a mine. And he kept on saying — as he was waiting for the helicopter to take him to a hospital, he kept on yelling at Calley, "God is punishing me! And God will get you, B! God will get you for this!" And they finally took him away. So, when I called his home, and I would ask — I got this woman, this old Southern voice, and I said, "Is Paul there?" And she said, "Yes," which was great. And I said, "How is his leg?" She says, "Well, you know, I don’t know." And I asked if I could see him. She said, "Yes. Ask him." She didn’t know. She didn’t know much about what happened. She knew something bad had happened. And I flew down there.

    And I went — it took me a long time to get to New Goshen, Indiana. No GPS then. I mean, I flew across country all night, but I got there by afternoon to this little rinkety-dinkety farm full of — a farm with no man around, full of chickens, that were — chicken coops that were broken down. But she came out to meet me. And this is one of those moments you live for as a journalist, I guess. This woman, who really wasn’t really in the world, didn’t know much about what was going on. Paul hadn’t told her much. She came out to meet me, and I pulled in 3:00 or 4:00 in the afternoon. And I said, "I’m the"— I told her I was a reporter, and I said, "I’ve come to see Paul. Is he in?" She said, "He’s in there." She said, "I don’t know if he’ll talk to you, but he’s in there. He knows you’re coming." And then she said to me, this old woman, she said, in this tone of a voice, "I gave them a good boy, and they sent me back a murderer." And you can go a long time in this business without having a line like that played in your head.


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    Facebook sees a world beyond gaming and entertainment for its virtual reality headset, meaning social networking will soon take a step into VR if the company gets its way
    : photo by Tom Dymond/REX via the Guardian, 27 March 2015

    Beyond gaming
    there's nowhere
    left but here



    Beijing, China. A model walks the runway during China fashion week: photo by Feng Li via The Guardian, 26 March 2015


    Beijing. Officials talk through a painted backdrop of the Great Wall of China before the arrival of the Sri Lankan president, Maithripala Sirisena
    : photo by Feng Li via The Guardian, 26 March 2015


    Beyond Gaming: The Limitations of Mimicry


    Panda costumes hang at the Wolong National Nature Reserve in China,
    Keepers who interact with the pandas must wear costumes in order to mimic conditions of the wild. The costumes are made to smell like pandas too: photo by Ami Vitale via The Guardian, 23 April 2014


    Keepers move a panda to a new part of the reserve as part of its training at the Wolong National Nature Reserve in China. Pandas learn to find their own food and water, look for shelter and become aware of their environment: photo by Ami Vitale via The Guardian, 23 April 2014

     
    Wolong National Nature Reserve, China. Director Nicolas Brown and Dr. M. Sanjayan, dressed as trees, wait with cameraman Robin Cox in the panda suit to film a new series to air next year on wildlife and humans for PBS and National Geographic TV: photo by Ami Vitale via The Guardian, 23 April 2014

      
    A panda is moved to its next level of training at China's Wolong National Nature Reserve: photo by Ami Vitale via The Guardian, 23 April 2014


    Panda keepers wait for a panda to leave its cage into the Wolong National Nature Reserve at the Wolong National Nature Reserve in China: photo by Ami Vitale via The Guardian, 23 April 2014
     
    A Chinese researcher dressed in a panda costume
     

    A researcher dressed in a panda costume puts a panda cub into a box before its physical examination at the Hetaoping Research and Conservation Centre for the Giant Panda in Wolong National Nature Reserve, China: photo by Reuters via The Guardian, 7 December 2010


    Four giant pandas at a Chinese rescue centre have died from the canine distemper virus: Photograph: AFP via The Guardian, 6 February 2015

    Beyond Gaming: The Shrinking World of the Living:
    Pablo Neruda: Keeping Quiet


    A golden langur on an island in the Umananda river in Guwahati, in Assam. The langur is one of India’s most endangered primates
    : photo by Partha Hazarika/Barcroft India via the Guardian, 27 March 2015

    Now we will count to twelve
    and we will all keep still.



    Kolkata, India. Jalada Prasad, a six-month-old male Indian one-horned rhinoceros, runs around his enclosure on his debut in front of the public at Alipore Zoological Garden: photo by Bikas Das/AP via The Guardian, 27 March 2015

    For once on the face of the earth,
    let's not speak in any language;
    let's stop for one second,
    and not move our arms so much.




    An Indian one horned rhino in the Kaziranga national park, Assam, India. The park is a rhino sanctuary and is helping to revive the species and protect them from poachers
    : photo by Paul Hilton/HSI via The Guardian, 8 January 2015

    It would be an exotic moment
    without rush, without engines;
    we would all be together
    in a sudden strangeness.





    Naypyitaw, Burma. A baby elephant, which was found in a river during the rainy season, plays with white elephants, seen as sacred signs of good fortune, peace and wealth
    : photo by Damir Sagolj / Reuters
    via The Guardian, 12 November 2014

    Fisherman in the cold sea
    would not harm whales
    and the man gathering salt
    would look at his hurt hands.



    Mahouts return home with their elephantscarrying grass to feed them on the eve of the rhino census in Kaziranga national park in Assam, India
    : photo by TR/EPA via The Guardian, 27 March 2015

    Those who prepare green wars,
    wars with gas, wars with fire,
    victories with no survivors,
    would put on clean clothes
    and walk about with their brothers
    in the shade, doing nothing.




    Assam, India. Forest officials count rhinos during a census at Kaziranga national park. The census takes place every two years, with 2,329 rhinos counted in 2013
    : photo by Biju Boro/AFPvia The Guardian, 27 March 2015

    What I want should not be confused
    with total inactivity.
    Life is what it is about;
    I want no truck with death.





    Rasuruan, Indonesia. A seven-day-old female Sumatran elephant calf stands with its mother at the Safari zoo. Smallest of the Asian elephants, Sumatran elephant (Elephas maximus sumatrensis) is facing serious pressures arising from illegal logging and associated habitat loss, and fragmentation in Indonesia
    : photo by Fully Handoko / EPA via The Guardian, 14 November 2014


    If we were not so single-minded
    about keeping our lives moving,
    and for once could do nothing,
    perhaps a huge silence
    might interrupt this sadness
    of never understanding ourselves
    and of threatening ourselves with death.
    Perhaps the earth can teach us
    as when everything seems dead
    and later proves to be alive.




    A billboard in Hanoi, Vietnam, reads: ‘Rhino horns are just like buffalo horns, human hair and nail. Do not waste your money,’ to mark the World Rhino Day on 22 September. This year’s theme was ‘Five rhino species forever.’: photo by Luong Thai Linh/EPA via The Guardian, 26 September 2014
    Now I'll count up to twelve
    and you keep quiet and I will go.
    Pablo Neruda (1904-1973): Keeping Quiet, from Extravagaria, translated by Alastair Reid, 1974


    A herd of wild elephants with newborns crosses a tea garden to enter a paddy field in Sonitpur, Assam, India. According to reports, five people have been killed by the herd in the last two months and it has destroyed a large area of ripe paddy fields
    : photo by STR/EPA via The Guardian, 28 November 2014

    Global Gaming: The Law of the Stronger



    An Indian man feeds an elephant, which is hired out for weddings and parties, on the banks of the river Yamuna, New Delhi: photo by Money Sharma/AFP via The Guardian, 7 February 2015


    Tiger (Panthera tigris). A Sumatran tiger named Dara, trapped by tiger poachers. Indonesian conservationists have found 120 traps set up by poachers to snare critically endangered Sumatran tigers in Kerinci Seblat national park, according to officials. Poaching is the greatest immediate threat to this endangered species, of which there are as few as 3,200 in the wild.According to Traffic, parts from a minimum of 1,590 tigers were seized between January 2000 and April 2014 – an average of two animals per week. Every part of the tiger — from whisker to tail — is traded on the black market. Tigers are mounted as trophies, skins worn as status symbols, and their parts used in traditional medicine, as tonics and folk remedies
    : photo by Kerinci Seblat National Park/AFP via The Guardian, 7 February 2015


    Two sun bears (Helarctos malayanus) at the Vietnam Bear rescue centre in Tam Dao national park, Vietnam. The bear’s gall bladders are used in traditional Chinese medicine and although bile is milked from commercially farmed bears, wild bears are often taken to stock or restock these small farms. Bear meat, particularly the paws, is considered a culinary delicacy. Killing bears is illegal in all bear range countries but is largely uncontrolled. The species is extinct in Singapore and has possibly become extinct in Bangladesh and China. They are banned from international commercial trade
    : photo by Luong Thai Linh/EPA via the Guardian, 5 February 2015


    Proboscis monkey (Nasalis larvatus). This endangered species is endemic to Borneo and found in Brunei, Indonesia (Kalimantan) and Malaysia (Sabah and Sarawak). It is poached for the illegal pet trade and bush meat, and is also hunted for bezoar stones, an intestinal secretion, used in traditional medicine. In Sarawak, less than 1,000 animals are thought to remain with populations in Borneo ranging between 1,000 and just 100. Banned from international commercial trade
    : photo by Suzi Eszterhas/Corbis via the Guardian, 5 February 2015



    Asian rhino (Rhinocerotidae spp.). There are fewer than 4,000 wild rhinos in Asia. All three Asian species are highly targeted for their horns. Two, the Javan and Sumatran rhinos are critically endangered. The animals are killed and their horns sawn off and smuggled to their destination markets in Asia: photo by STR/EPA via the Guardian, 5 February 2015


    Burmese pythons (Python bivittatus) are among the most heavily traded species in Southeast Asia with approximately 340,000 skins exported annually for use in the fashion industry.Although more than 20% of exports are declared as captive-bred, a Traffic report argues that the cost of breeding, feeding and maintaining the snakes to reach slaughter size appears much higher than the market price. A skin sold in an Indonesian village for $30 can fetch up to $15,000 as a python skin handbag from a famous fashion house
    : photo by Mark Conlin/Alamy via the Guardian, 5 February 2015



    The Burmese star tortoise (Geochelone platynota), is a critically endangered species native to Burma. It is used for meat and traditional medicines in Asia and is highly sought after for the international pet trade, with collectors in Europe and North America willing to pay thousands of dollars for an individual. There are concerns that there may now be no viable wild populations. Commercial harvest and trade of this species is illegal under Burmese law, although export of captive specimens is permitted from one facility within the country, which also contributes to a future release program
    : photo by Minden Pictures/Corbis via the Guardian, 5 February 2015



    A slow loris carried by a wildlife department official in Kuala Lumpur. It was among animals estimated to be worth $20,000, including juvenile eagles and a Malayan sun bear cub, seized during an operation against illegal wildlife traders earlier this month
    : photo by Olivia Harris/Reuters via the Guardian, 27 March 2015


    Sunda pangolin (Manis javanica) are among the most trafficked mammals in Asia.Sunda pangolin are critically endangered and IUCN reports that wild populations have halved in the past 15 years. They are in high demand both for their meat and for their scales, which are used in traditional medicine — and as love charms. Tens of thousands of Sunda pangolins have been poached from the wild, headed primarily to China where it is considered a luxury food: photo by Rungroj Yongrit/EPA via the Guardian, 5 February 2015

    Gaming the Wild: Pangolin


    Often known as scaly anteaters, pangolins are the only mammal with scales. Their closest relatives are anteaters, armadillos and sloths. These two will end up on a dinner table in Gunagzhou, southern China, one of the areas of the world where their flesh is considered a delicacy. The illegal trade in pangolins is estimated to be worth about $19bn (£12.7bn) a year: photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid  via the Guardian 10 March 2015


    A critically endangered pangolin curls up into a ball to resemble a giant pine cone as a poacher nears the tree where it is trying to hide
    : photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid  via the Guardian 10 March 2015


    A poacher catches a juvenile sunda pangolin in Indonesia: photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid via the Guardian 10 March 2015


    Poachers across Indonesia sell critically endangered live pangolins to middlemen for $28 (£18.70) to $31 per kilo; the average size of a pangolin is six to seven kg.: photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid via the Guardian 10 March 2015


    Already this year 125kg of pangolin scales were intercepted by the Indonesian authorities en route to Hong Kong: photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid via the Guardian, 10 March 2015


    A poacher holds up the skin of a pangolin with the scales still attached: photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid via the Guardian 10 March 2015

     
    The sunda pangolin (Manis javanica) is one of two Asian species of pangolin listed as critically endangered on the IUNC red list
    : photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid via the Guardian 10 March 2015


    Pangolin are a bit like a friendly, flightless dragons. Many of them have no problem being around people
    : photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid via the Guardian 10 March 2015


    Palm oil plantations, such as this one covering thousands of hectares, are causing habitat-loss for many Indonesian species, although pangolins are one of a few that have limited tolerance to palm-oil habitats. The average monthly wage for an Indonesian working full-time on a plantation is $47 and many turn to poaching because they can earn 10 times as much
    : photo by Paul Hilton for WildAid via the Guardian 10 March 2015

    Frank O'Hara: On Dealing with the Canada Question

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    Homeland Security sells a 3D printed drone for $1,100. Enter coordinates and it drops stuff "like in Hunger Games": photo ShaneBauer via ShaneBauer@shane_bauer, 7 September 2014



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    Amazon Canada drones site

    Amazon employees look to the skies at the company’s secret Canadian drones site somewhere in British Columbia, only 2,000ft from the US border: photo by Ed Pilkington for The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    Amazon tests delivery drones at secret Canada site after US frustration: Exclusive: Guardian gains access to unnamed British Columbia site where tech giant’s roboticists and engineers, stymied by American regulation, are now developing their unmanned domestic delivery service: Ed Pilkington, The Guardian, 30 March 2015
     
    Amazon is testing its drone delivery service at a secret site in Canada, following repeated warnings by the e-commerce giant that it would go outside the US to bypass what it sees as the US federal government’s lethargic approach to the new technology.

    The largest internet retailer in the world is keeping the location of its new test site closely guarded. What can be revealed is that the company’s formidable team of roboticists, software engineers, aeronautics experts and pioneers in remote sensing –- including a former Nasa astronaut and the designer of the wingtip of the Boeing 787 –- are now operating in British Columbia.

    The end goal is to utilise what Amazon sees as a slice of virgin airspace –- above 200ft, where most buildings end, and below 500ft, where general aviation begins. Into that aerial slice the company plans to pour highly autonomous drones of less than 55lbs, flying through corridors 10 miles or longer at 50mph and carrying payloads of up to 5lbs that account for 86% of all the company’s packages.

    Amazon has acquired a plot of open land lined by oak trees and firs, where it is conducting frequent experimental flights with the full blessing of the Canadian government. As if to underline the significance of the move, the test site is barely 2,000ft from the US border, which was clearly visible from where the Guardian stood on a recent visit.

    The Guardian was invited to visit Amazon’s previously undisclosed Canadian drone test site, where it has been conducting outdoor flights for the past few months. For the duration of the visit, three plain-clothed security guards kept watch from the surrounding hills.

    Amazon’s drone visionaries are taking the permissive culture on the Canadian side of the border and using it to fine-tune the essential features of what they hope will become a successful delivery-by-drone system. The Guardian witnessed tests of a hybrid drone that can take off and land vertically as well as fly horizontally.



    Amazon said that by the time the FAA approved a licence to test-fly a prototype drone for its planned Prime Air service the aircraft was already obsolete
    : photo by Zuma/Rex via The Guardian, 24 March 2015
     

    In Joe’s deli the old lady 
    greets me Sonny     the man with  
    the rolls is my son, Sonny, how 
    are you today in the cold out? fine  
    and coffee too and Camels
      ...............................well  
    a saucepan smells of eggs soft sour 
    Tanya.......the Barone Gallery  
    tomorrow.............the light broke  
    before I even got out of bed  
    and then it got put together again  
    you discard your jacket
      ...........................and go  
    sweatered into the afternoon 
    wait for me
      ...............I’m staying with you 
    fuck Canada


    Frank O'Hara (1926-1966): from Variations on Saturday, 10 December 1960, in Love Poems (Tentative Title), 1965




    Camel Cigarettes ad, girl in pool
    : photo by NickolasMuray (1892-1965), 1956 (George Eastman House)


    Vancouver riot 'kiss' couple

    A couple are seen in the middle of the Vancouver riot after the Canucks lost to the Boston Bruins in the Stanley Cup decider: photo by Rich Lam via The Guardian, 15 June 2011

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    The Halo Drop Drones vendor got nervous about us taking too detailed of pictures, in case we wanted to duplicate them: photo Shane Bauer via ShaneBauer @shane_bauer, 7 September 2014

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    A drone company is set up at an UrbanShield site, but the county is waiting for FAA permission to use them: photo Shane Bauer via ShaneBauer @shane_bauer, 7 September 2014

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    Lets do it Sweden #FuQCanada: image via Daniel James Hoeffel @Hoeffs_11, 21 February 2014

    Unearthly Beauty

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    0
    0
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    Untitled, from the series Site/Cloud: photo by Daisuke Yokota via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    [Aphrodite reveals herself]

    And so he took her hand,
    and she, Aphrodite, Laughterlover,
    turned aside her face
    and cast her eyes on the ground,
    and she walked, slowly, to the bed,



    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    Minamisanriku, Motoyoshi, Miyagi Prefecture, by Kōzō Miyoshi, who was among the first photographers to engage with the 3/11 disaster by travelling to the sites of destruction: photo by Kōzō Miyoshi via The Guardian, 30 March 2015.

    and the bed was set with smooth cloths
    and with the skins of bears and lions
    .................he had killed, in the mountains, on the high slopes,
    and they went up into the bed,



    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    Rikuzentakata: photo by Naoya Hatakeyama via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    and he loosed her flashing jewelry,
    her pins, and her twisted brooches,
    ....................................and her earrings, and her necklaces,
    and he loosed her sash and her shimmering robe
    and folded them and set them on a silver-studded chair,



    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    From the series Caesium, by Masato Seto, one of the few photographers to gain direct access to the nuclear plant after the disaster: photo by Masato Setovia The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    and he lay with her,
    Anchises,
    a man with a goddess,



     
    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    Nobuyoshi Araki scratched these negatives with a pair of scissors. The resulting jagged marks are seen here in the series Shakyō Rōjin Nikki: photo by Nobuyoshi Araki via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    for it was the will of gods and fate, and he knew not clearly,
    he knew not clearly.



    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    Deer 3, November 2011, Kamaishi, Iwate Prefecture –- from the series Is the Blood Still Red?: photo by  by Masaru Tatsuki

    And at the time when the herdsmen
    round up the cattle and sheep and urge them home from the pastures
    she poured sweet sleep on Anchises



     
    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    From the series Mushrooms from the Forest: photo by Homma Takashi via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    and she dressed,
    and she stood in the doorway,



     
    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    Deserted Town, from the series The Abandoned Animals of Fukushima:  photo by Yasusuke Ota via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    and her head was high as the roof-beam,
    and from her cheeks
    ........................shone beauty,
    unearthly beauty, the beauty of Kytheria.



    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    From the series Rasen Kaigan (Spiral Shore): photo by Shiga Lieko via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    And she woke him, and said:
    ........Trojan, you sleep so soundly!
    ........Tell me,
    ........Do I still look the same
    ....................................as when you first saw me?



    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    From the series Rasen Kaigan (Spiral Shore): photo by Shiga Lieko via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    And he woke, and he heard,
    and he saw the throat and dark eyes of the goddess.

    Homeric Hymn V: excerpt (lines 155-184), translated by John P. Niles, in Arion volume 8 number 3, Autumn 1969


    Untitled, from the series Tokyo After Dark: photo by Cesar Ordoñez via The Guardian, 30 March 2015


    Onahama, Iwaki City, Fukushima Prefecture, from the series Mirrors in Our Nights: photo by Takashi Arai via The Guardian, 30 March 2015

    ὣς εἰπὼν λάβε χεῖρα: φιλομμειδὴς δ'Ἀφροδίτη
    ἕρπε μεταστρεφθεῖσα κατ'ὄμματα καλὰ βαλοῦσα
    ἐς λέχος εὔστρωτον, ὅθι περ πάρος ἔσκεν ἄνακτι
    χλαίνῃσιν μαλακῇς ἐστρωμένον: αὐτὰρ ὕπερθεν
    ἄρκτων δέρματ'ἔκειτο βαρυφθόγγων τε λεόντων,
    τοὺς αὐτὸς κατέπεφνεν ἐν οὔρεσιν ὑψηλοῖσιν.
    οἳ δ'ἐπεὶ οὖν λεχέων εὐποιήτων ἐπέβησαν,
    κόσμον μέν οἱ πρῶτον ἀπὸ χροὸς εἷλε φαεινόν,
    πόρπας τε γναμπτάς θ'ἕλικας κάλυκάς τε καὶ ὅρμους.
    λῦσε δέ οἱ ζώνην ἰδὲ εἵματα σιγαλόεντα
    ἔκδυε καὶ κατέθηκεν ἐπὶ θρόνου ἀργυροήλου
    Ἀγχίσης: ὃ δ'ἔπειτα θεῶν ἰότητι καὶ αἴσῃ
    ἀθανάτῃ παρέλεκτο θεᾷ βροτός, οὐ σάφα εἰδώς.

    ἦμος δ'ἂψ εἰς αὖλιν ἀποκλίνουσι νομῆες
    βοῦς τε καὶ ἴφια μῆλα νομῶν ἐξ ἀνθεμοέντων:
    τῆμος ἄρ'Ἀγχίσῃ μὲν ἐπὶ γλυκὺν ὕπνον ἔχευε
    νήδυμον, αὐτὴ δὲ χροὶ̈ ἕννυτο εἵματα καλά.
    ἑσσαμένη δ'εὖ πάντα περὶ χροὶ̈ δῖα θεάων
    ἔστη πὰρ κλισίῃ, κεὐποιήτοιο μελάθρου
    κῦρε κάρη: κάλλος δὲ παρειάων ἀπέλαμπεν
    ἄμβροτον, οἷόν τ'ἐστὶν ἐυστεφάνου Κυθερείης,
    ἐξ ὕπνου τ'ἀνέγειρεν ἔπος τ'ἔφατ'ἔκ τ'ὀνόμαζεν:

    ὄρσεο, Δαρδανίδη: τί νυ νήγρετον ὕπνον ἰαύεις;
    καὶ φράσαι, εἴ τοι ὁμοίη ἐγὼν ἰνδάλλομαι εἶναι,
    οἵην δή με τὸ πρῶτον ἐν ὀφθαλμοῖσι νόησας;

    ὣς φάθ': ὃ δ'ἐξ ὕπνοιο μάλ'ἐμμαπέως ὑπάκουσεν.
    ὡς δὲ ἴδεν δειρήν τε καὶ ὄμματα κάλ'Ἀφροδίτης,
    τάρβησέν τε καὶ ὄσσε παρακλιδὸν ἔτραπεν ἄλλῃ:
    ἂψ δ'αὖτις χλαίνῃ τε καλύψατο καλὰ πρόσωπα
    καί μιν λισσόμενος ἔπεα πτερόεντα προσηύδα:

    Homeric Hymn V: excerpt (lines 155-184), Greek text (c. 6th-7th c. BC) edited by Hugh G. Evelyn-White, inHesiod, Homeric Hymns, Epic Cycle, Homerica, Loeb Classical Library Volume 57, 1914

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    Aphrodite on a swan: tondo from an Attic white-ground kylix, by Pistoxenos Painter, c. 460 BC, found in Tomb F43 in Kameiros (Rhodes): image by Marie-Lan Nguyen, 2007 (British Museum)
     
    So speaking, he caught her by the hand. And laughter-loving Aphrodite, with face turned away and lovely eyes downcast, crept to the well-spread couch which was already laid with soft coverings for the hero; and upon it lay skins of bears and deep-roaring lions which he himself had slain in the high mountains. And when they had gone up upon the well-fitted bed, first Anchises took off her bright jewelry of pins and twisted brooches and earrings and necklaces, and loosed her girdle and stripped off her bright garments and laid them down upon a silver-studded seat. Then by the will of the gods and destiny he lay with her, a mortal man with an immortal goddess, not clearly knowing what he did.

    But at the time when the herdsmen drive their oxen and hardy sheep back to the fold from the flowery pastures, even then Aphrodite poured soft sleep upon Anchises, but herself put on her rich raiment. And when the bright goddess had fully clothed herself, she stood by the couch, and her head reached to the well-hewn roof-tree; from her cheeks shone unearthly beauty such as belongs to rich-crowned Cytherea. Then she aroused him from sleep and opened her mouth and said:

    'Up, son of Dardanus! -- why sleep you so heavily? -- and consider whether I look as I did when first you saw me with your eyes.'
     
    So she spake. And he awoke in a moment and obeyed her. But when he saw the neck and lovely eyes of Aphrodite, he was afraid and turned his eyes aside another way, hiding his comely face with his cloak.

    Homeric Hymn V: excerpt (lines 155-184), translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White, inHesiod, Homeric Hymns, Epic Cycle, Homerica, Loeb Classical Library Volume 57, 1914


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    Rustingwreckeast of theport ofDiakofti, Cythera, Greece [in ancient mythology the isle of Kythera, sacred to Aphrodite, "the Kytherian"]: photo by Khayman, 1 June 2008


    Portrait of Cultivation: photo by Shiiga Lieko via The Guardian, 30 March 2015
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