P.S. For information on NYC Occupy events this month visit the below url and click on schedule:
***Our Occupy at One Section***
with:
—”‘One of my hopes,’ says Fagin, ‘is always that people will claim their own authority and empower themselves to meet their own needs and those of their communities.’” from “Stacking Up: Betsy Fagin on Occupy and The People’s Library,” interview and introductory piece by Christophe Casamassima
—Essays from the panel discussion “Never-Ending Participation: Activism and Occupy Wall Street” that took place in August at the 6th annual Welcome to Boog City poetry and music festival. Featuring:
*”What exactly do we want to change? How are we actively envisioning a different organizational system for humans that has less to do with utopian musings (so as to avoid utopia’s critical failure to find its referent in an actual existing reality).” from “Never-Ending Participation: Activism and Occupy Wall Street” by Brenda Iijima
*”Activism by poets and artists abounds in our time within and without aesthetic communities. And the poems, to my mind, are often more substantial for this involvement.” from Can You Remain a Poet and Be an Activist? by Thom Donovan
*”As this uncertainty is the very premise of any ethical practice—aesthetic or political, cultural or social—it is also the very ground of responsibility, not only to our histories but also to our present, when and wherever that is.” from Occupation Everywhere: Poetry and Politics by Tyrone Williams
**From our Occupy-themed Music section, edited by Jonathan Berger**
—”‘We played for hours and hours, so often I would throw in a theme; some jazz here, some hip-hop there. Crowds would always go nuts when they heard me throw in some of “Mas Que Nada,” by Sergio Mendes, or “Rockit” by Herbie Hancock.’” from Brother to All: Brer Brian’s Occupy by Berger
—”Despite the collective decisioning and the signs and the chants, all fundamental aspects of my Occupation, The People Staged was, to me, the creative heart of Occupy Wall Street.” from Occu-Folk: The Soundtrack to the Movement by Tim Barker
**And Occupy-themed work from our Poetry section, edited by Buck Downs**
(excerpts below)
—David Buuck
Oakland, Calif.
From ‘Mayday Mayday’
A test of poetry:
To read this aloud
To sound it in the mouth
Which one does in the body
In the moment of its actioning
But not when reading
Not when scanning the screen feeds
Which is a different rhythm
In one’s body
An anxious sense of time
Moving too fast
To make tactical decisions
Appropriate to the conditions
—Eliot Katz
Hoboken, N.J.
Even a Poet Laureate
Doesn’t Deserve
to Get Beaten by the Police
As someone who doesn’t care much
about government awards or titles
given to artists, I still say a 70-year-old
former Poet Laureate of the United States
should have some extra layer of protection
from getting beaten with billy clubs
by a Berkeley police-riot squad.
***And Our Non-Occupy Content***
**from our Printed Matter section**
—” This is where how to survive begins. A rejected lover is a writer whose narrator infuses every scene with a theme of love, of doom, of pain.” from Wong Revives the Heroic Victim; how to survive a hotel fire by Angela Veronica Wong (Coconut Books), reviewed by Abby Hagler
—”This is Gray’s great gift: electric she reaches out. Her poems are tough and fragile and wrong and a conversation about making it right.” from Stephanie Gray Matters; I Thought You Said it was Sound/How Does that Sound by Stephanie Gray (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs), reviewed by Chris Martin
—”Walker’s soaring popularity prompted Time magazine to name him ‘Comedian of the Decade.’” from Jimmie Walker’s New Memoir Dyn-o-mite; Dyn-o-mite: Good Times, Bad Times, Our Times-A Memoir by Jimmie Walker with Sal Manna (Da Capo Press), reviewed by Risa Morley
**from our Small Press section, now edited by Kimberly Ann Southwick**
—”It’s fun taking a piece of scrap paper that would otherwise go into the recycle bin and having a dozen ideas pop into my head. This could be a gift tag! A greeting card! A bookmark! It fits into our aesthetic in a sense that I try and use as much repurposed material as possible.” from “Ghost Writers: Exploring Greying Ghost Press” by Southwick (plus complete Greying Ghost Press bibliography)
**And more from our Poetry section**
(excerpts below)
—Lynn Behrendt
Red Hook, N.Y.
I Saw a Shirt
I saw a shirt that said
Got nukes? Cuba does
Mega Geek
Sons of Comisky
Happy New Yr
We survived
Rosemary is my homegirl
I’m proud to be white
“I love New York” in Arabic
High heels, high hopes
Love all; trust few
Feh
Christina sucks
Just Kiss Me as she leaves
sunset Plaza in Los Angeles
—Stephanie Gray
Flushing, Queens
You know that kind of thing
You know it was a whatever we’re gonna do kind of thing
You know it was a get here whenever you can kind of thing
You know it’s really just a whoever knows whoever kind of thing
You know honestly it’s just like a say what you want kind of thing
Actually to tell you the truth, it’s really just whoever can get it done first kind of thing
You know it’s really just a just for today kind of thing
You know it’s really like she don’t really care kind of thing
You know, to be really honest with you it’s a she just really likes her kind of thing
You know frankly it’s a this is what we’re just gonna do kind of thing
—Wil Hallgren
Bay Ridge, Brooklyn
From ‘Where Three Roads Meet’
The horse’s breath freezes
the links of the bridle,
and the stirrups touch snow,
on a windswept knoll
a single flowering plum.
—Radomir Luza
North Hollywood, Calif.
Gotham
I spent five days
And six nights
In your dog pound
Recently
The police state
That is Times Square
The somber jamboree
Of the 9/11 memorial
The cold harbor
Of St. Patrick’s Cathedral
I understand Gotham
—Dan Raphael
Portland, Ore.
Suddenly Mountain Night
breathing like an internal sculptor or a baker using flour from several continents
with varied social norms, introducing whats introduced.
no one can talk the eggs into opening, maybe because they have no limbs,
because their geometry encloses their universe, fasts meant to be broken,
don’t fill the tank before you climb the mountain,
stirred by wind, yeasted by wind,
—V.K. Sreeelesh
Thelassery, Kerala, India
Milking hills
When I was a kid
Hills trickled their milk
Down the channels, that
Froth with a “shoo”
**And thanks to Tim Barker, Brer Brian, Thom Donovan,
www.onthewilderside.com, K. Spivey, Aimee Thorne, and Dina Von Zweck, for their photos.
—Fri. Nov. 9
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