Richard Pryor
before the fire
If this is Peace, it is peace with gothic undertones, as if
the ghosts of the past might be appeased for a moment but never exorcised in
their entirety
-Max Roach
Tupac’s last words were “fuck you”
“If the night catches me I won’t
pump gas in the city.”
This isn’t the first time a cruise
ship has hit a whale and dragged its carcass.
The advice is to stay indoors.
Something is causing shriveling across town. Clowns parachuted into town. They
claim they are rocks stars and a labor dispute had halted their private
dirigible in the air over town. We did hear something buzzing in the clouds,
but Chuck imprisoned them in the café just in case. They mostly demanded liquor
though one collapsed with shakes and chills and had to be brought to the
hospital. Their pet chimp destroyed the coffee maker and they started sending
flairs into the air, their loudhailer won’t stop. Judy wonders why we gave it back to them.
Judy wondered why Grandpa Miller’s head looked like that. We all wondered but
the radio never told us answers.
He is lost in the wilderness
-James Brown
Killer tied to youtube video
Murder trial halted due to couple
having sex
People looking for a plot in this
book should go read Huck Finn
-Sesshu Foster
Veda kicked a piece of decorative
armor aside with her sandaled foot. The Aztec militia that was still around had
returned to the bland green that soldiers had worn for countless conflicts.
A line of the Aztec’s ironclads
were grinding past her, away from the city, they were moving their resources
into the hills and towns to the south.
The ATMs had gone haywire. They
ate cards and delivered profane messages to anyone who attempted to use them.
They announced the approach of the Orange Brigade. They announced that the city
would soon be shelled. Veda chewed the bagel that a woman standing outside a
restaurant had handed her. It was her first food in maybe a day. She wanted
some coffee to dip it in. The woman apologized that they had no more.
People had just been wandering the
streets since their money had stopped working. No had rioted yet, it was just a
calm sedate wandering. Some restaurants had begun to give out plates of food.
Veda looked desperately for coffee. Maybe the militia had taken most of it with
them.
The screens of ATMs, phones, and
computers kept flashing the warnings about the coming shelling and bombing of
the city. The militia had abandoned all their fortifications around the city
but still the warnings came. The flashes of light in the sky had been
identified to Veda as a spotter plane. The Orange Brigade’s lifters hovered
over the bay casting shadows over the dark green of the water. The dirigible
transport the Aztecs set up that were still running made long looped transits
around the gloomy hovering shapes.
A woman with a canteen of mint tea
was Veda’s savior. She dipped the bagel in the liquid long enough for it to be
chewable. A streetcorner preacherbot had
begun to emit messages from the Orange brigade instead of its usual
exhortations against sins and promises of routes to salvation. It told them
that they soon would be bombed. Veda sat
on the bench and finished the bagel. She was still hungry though.
Neo-hoodoo is the 8 basic dances
of 19th century New Orleans’ Place Congo- the Calinda the Bamboula
the Chacta the Babouille the Conjaille the Juba the Congo and the VooDoo-
modernized into the Philly Dog, the Hully Gully, the Funky Chicken, the
Popcorn, the Boogaloo and the dance of the great American choreographer Buddy
Bradley
-Ishmael Reed
The woman moved her hands left to
right. Her feet did a dance and then the image looped and she did the dance
again. Smoke curled out of her mouth and then receded. Her pupils were pulled
back in her head and her eyes were pure white.
The claws of the patrol dogs
clicked on the grated floor. Their skulls were hollow and their eyes cameras.
He held the child’s hand in his as
they walked in the light of the screen. The child whispered to him as the dogs
left the chamber.
You can’t bring back the sun.
Please don’t talk of these things
Mara. Not here.
He looked at Mara’s eyes as they
reflected the movements of the looped woman on the giant screen.
Not here Mara.
The hands move to the left. The
hands move to the right.
There will always be mass murder,
always
-Bill O’reilly
Church group removes Alabama
billboard quoting Hitler
Scientist erase rats’ memories
The study of thinking machines
teaches us more about the brain than we can learn by introspective methods.
Western man is externalizing himself in the form of gadgets
-William S Burroughs
How much longer do we tolerate
mass murder?
-Pop Group
First night I realized something was wrong was the night we
first fully moved in. You know when there are no cardboard boxes in sight, and
everything is in a strange new location that you have to figure out. Father was
late at the plant and mom had fallen asleep in front of the television. I had
stubbed out the cigarette for her. I was in the darkened living half paying
attention to the flickering television set in the other, trying to figure what
I thought I saw out the window. Then it came. It was like tiny pink snowflakes
drifting down out of the night. Then it popped in the window and bumped the
glass. It looked like a teenage boy except a pink bulbous growth had grown out
or over his forehead covering his eyes. I moved away from the window, choking,
unable to speak and staring. A van rolled up with no lights on. Men with gas
masks and suits like silver garbage bags ran across the yard and tackled the
boy thing and dragged it to van. It sped away vanishing in the dark. I didn’t
start moving until I saw father’s headlights.
We are on the verge of the sixth
extinction
Teen arrested in botched science
experiment haunted by felony record
Freedom is freedom from the need to be free. Free
your mind and your ass will follow! The kingdom of heaven is within
-Funkadelic
The pop produced a manufactured gay. Drawing fires, rage,
broken glass, lynchings and negative video montages in the middle country.
Dance parties spread on the coast. The glow and heat caused nosebleeds. Clubs
overflowed with forgotten wigs. Dancing conquered all other needs.
Court will decide if Guru is dead
or meditating
Talk rot came down. Julia’s mouth
crumbled away while trying to argue with the teenager who was improperly (in
her mind) bagging her groceries. Jon, the teenager, of course never responded
and only heard what his headphones allowed. Going a whole afternoon without
speaking saved him from the talk rot that had descended and then just as
quickly ascended. Julia had to keep her tongue and jaw nestled in with the
frozen stuff.
Fuck this anchor. Go suck ur
president’s dick. You are with the terrorists
They moved the figure to the center of the road. The figure
had stark face with light emitting from its eyes. The neighborhood was wrecked,
lacked compassion. People began to leave their houses. Tickling sensations
filled their days. Sleep was barely attempted. Dead animals covered the ground.
Green eyes glowed in the figure’s face. Sally was found frigid in the pool. No
rain. Ceilings began to leak sludgy drips. Every house had a rotation of
buckets. Bert and Nan’s house fell in like a crumpled bag.
We fought gladly and to the last
drop of blood for America
-WEB Dubois
The history of aerial bombing in the United States of
America is a history of racial tension and class struggle, like many of our
histories. It is also filled with rumor and myth, another trait of American
history.
The first incident occurred just
months before the second in the year 1921. Aerial bombing had been invented
just years before, in the rush of invention to create new technologies for
slaughtering people, in what was then
referred to as the Great War or the war to end all wars. Left over
armaments from that conflict played a role in both the first two
incidents. The first incident is what is
called the Tulsa race riot. This incident at the end of May of that year
resembled the “race riots” of two summers before, the “red summer” where
murderous racial violence exploded across the country. The Chicago riot
occurred the same week a dirigible exploded over the city, raining fire and
bodies on office buildings below, but this similarity is accidental. But like
many of the race riots before, a simple incident between a black male and white
woman got totally out of hand and fueled
local racial tensions leading to a larger gathering of armed white men who
assaulted the Greenwood district in Tulsa, then the richest black neighborhood
in America sometimes called the “Black Wall Street”. Both the besieged and the attackers were well
armed, but the blacks were at the disadvantage as their businesses and homes
were set on fire, devastating the district. Six biplanes left over from the
world war were dispatched to fly over the conflict. White officials claimed
these were merely spotter planes there to prevent a wider uprising.
Eyewitnesses reported the planes were employed to drop firebombs on the
district and to snipe at the besieged.
The second incident was mere
months later in West Virginia. This almost mythic event called the battle of
Blair Mountain has been regarded as one of the largest armed civil conflicts in
the United States since the Civil War. The United Mine Workers fought a pitched
battle with local lawmen and Baldwin Felts strikebreakers for five days. This
episode was one of many incidents in the bloody “Coal wars” of the previous
decades. The strikebreakers hired private planes to drop bombs left over from
the world war on the strikers, sometimes indiscriminately releasing them on
villages. When the army arrived to
conclude the hostilities in the favor of the mine owners they also employed
bombers as surveillance planes and some said intimidation. The miners captured
one of the unexploded bombs the strikebreakers had engaged and later displayed
it at a trial.
The third major known incident of
aerial bombing in the United States of America took place some six decades
later. This third and final event under discussion involves the conflict
between the city of Philadelphia and the organization known as MOVE. MOVE, a
black liberation organization with back to the land overtones started by John
Africa (all members of the group employed the surname Africa) had a previous
violent conflict with the city in 1978 where the unsanitary nature of their compound
and incidents with police led to a raid. A policeman died in the firefight
under unclear circumstances and several of the members of the group were
charged with his death. The even more embattled organization (as the founder
John Africa insisted they were. Many argued convincingly that MOVE was a cult,
some called them a terrorist organization) moved to a working class black
neighborhood which they came in conflict with, setting up two bunkers on the
roof of their house, occasionally gesturing with weapons, and blaring profane
political speeches through loudspeakers at all hours of the day. This mixed
with compost, feces, gathered wood that filled the compound, alongside concern
for the treatment of the numerous children that MOVE had, all lead inevitably
to another conflict with the city in 1985. The police moved in (many of who had
been involved in the previous confrontation) and surrounded the house and then
evacuated the area. They issued a communique to MOVE that had curious language.
Attention MOVE, this is America.
Soon tear gas and two high powered
water jets were turned on the compound. At some point heavy gunfire started.
There is been much debate which side did most of the firing, though the police
at one point ran out of ammo. The police commissioner citing the tactical
advantage MOVE had with the two bunkers on the roof decided to employ a drastic
measure. He had a police chopper drop a satchel bomb on the roof of the house.
It failed to destroy the bunkers but started a fire. A decision was made to let the fire burn. The
water jets were turned off. The fire destroyed the compound; only two people
left it and survived an adult and a child, five other children and six other
adults died including John Africa. There were rumors that the police fired on
anyone trying to leave the fire. One adult was seen by witnesses leaving and
then running back in for an unknown reason. The ensuing blaze also destroyed
three blocks of the neighborhood.
This for the moment is what we
know of aerial bombing in America by Americans.
The catastrophe of the First World
War and the extraordinary spiritual malaise that came afterwards were needed to
arouse a doubt as to whether all was well with the white man’s mind.
-Carl Jung
I see the memes. These political
memes. They say things like here is some truth for your day or have some slogan
or quote smeared across an ironic image. I see the ones I agree with, those are
the channels I choose to subscribe to. Some of my relatives subscribe to
channels on the other side and I can see them via Facebook. The messages are
different but the approach is the same. These seem like rituals or incantations
against an encroaching future or reality. These are words and images to inspire
action sold like product.
My mind wanders to the so called
“ghost dance” rebellion of the late 19th century. This apocalyptic
Christian movement spread across many of the reservations of the Native
Americans and in many ways was no different than various other apocalyptic
Christian cults that appeared in America during that century (7th
day Adventists, Mormons, Jehovah’s Witness), the practitioners had a prophet
who claimed to be Jesus Christ returned and he taught a dance. If this dance
was done correctly a great flood would come and wipe away the invading white
man and then all those who had died in the First Nations would return. The
agents of the Indian bureau for some reason took this religion very seriously
and a tragic series of events unfolded. The cavalry moved onto the Great Sioux
reservation and soon after Sitting Bull was killed by tribal police in either a
botched arrest or an assassination. Then Big Foot’s tribe moved without
permission. The cavalry surrounded them and proceeded to disarm them. One of
the tribesmen, a deaf man raised his gun in the air for an unknown reason. The
surrounding cavalry opened up with Krag rifles and Hotchkiss guns. Some 300
people died, mostly woman and children and almost all disarmed. The causalities
on the cavalry side were mostly from getting caught in their own crossfire.
Many of the bodies were left to freeze to the ground.
These memes are mostly ignored,
treated as part of the noise of the day. Being ignored is obviously not the
violence that met Big Foot’s Minneconjous and it is self-involved and a failure
to those who were treated so unfairly to compare in this way, but hope fades
regardless. People keep sending their “ghost dance’, their rituals and spells
into the ether hoping for some change from this reality, this ever present
moment.
We are all hopeful farmers, we are
all scared rabbits
-Rob Fisk
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