Hi Waldo ... found I was pining for the fourletterwords when everything went quiet on tribe RBC... so found my way over to here. Nice to see all the activity that's been going on here. Still trying to puzzle out how this site works. Amazon woman warrior avator tells of how I am feeling - they are the ladies who found that breasts were an encumberance to their bow & arrow skills so they removed them -:)
Either your art is getting better... or it's really growing on me. The latest additions are wonderful.
I have been savouring those remarks. I think it must be growing on you because only one of those was very recent, the others are all within the last five years, bar one. Of course, as a realist I must admit it could be that I'm getting worse, since most of the earlier postings were very new work. Nah.
Ok I’m on realitybasedcommunity. Not anti-fascist: pro reality. Fascism is not the right word for me. You need to come up with the new meme. Is that a oxymoron?
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"Try me if you don't believe me. Just try me. I'd love for you to try me." -- JT
That's funny. Keyboards should come with a threshold tripper that releases the kryptonite gas when the power trip gets too heady. There may be some message there, too, about control freaks and sites where all the sub-groups of American liberal and various hangers-on are interacting.
Still, i think there's been some mellowing at ye aulde SC. I post there occasionally and the censoring -- which was my major peeve, especially on the Palestine question -- seems a lot less. And i myself have recently used the dimes-worth-of-difference phrase without consequence (or apparent notice, either, for that matter). Although i suppose i'm not representative, i'm not there daily and ignore a lot when i am, i don't think that the disappearing of threads goes on to the extent it used to. On the other hand, right now the threads are mostly a surplus of boring and trivial and reverse flag waving (not USA: #1, #1; more, democracy yay, yay, the good guys won. we rule. they suck. omg what if he's different from what we thought, and so on. And on.)
Actually, i'm more familiar with you guys here from that first RBC site
Merry Fucking Christmas, man. I guess we survived those days okay. Just one big final celebration with rockets and Schnapps and Sekt with the lot of us hanging on to one another until way after midnite and we'll be rid of '08. I'm glad it's over 'cause it really sucked. '09 is promising to be much worse - for many. No telling how bad it's gonna get here, fur this poor fucker. People are still (!!!!!) not listening, not catching on, not ready to accept the factoids. My being banned from OEN really did piss me off but that is one sorry lost group of people with a paper leader for ya. I DON'T feal sorry for any one of them. Still got at least three of ours still working hard at getting the truth through but I can't imagine why they're still wasting their time there. Maybe just a morning sport, conveniently replacing jogging 'cause that's bad for ya. I dunno, I guess I'm going through a big burnout phase. Probably evolving to another stage, growing new wings though my favorite position IS the fetal position. I've some to realize what it means to discuss "air" with an oyster. Palin & McFake lost, the Rainman won, fascism went west REAL QUICK (west as in to the left) and people like me were cyber assassinated for continuing to wave our flag. For now, it's just me hiding out in a treetop. I have a lot of people asking where I am. It's not just you guys I'm avoiding so shut the fork up and wipe that goddam grin off yer face. It's just a fucking tree. I'll be back down in a minute or two. Pretty windy up here. Cold as all hell too. REAL FUCKING COLD ! The sun shows it's ass for a few hours each day now. Sun aint stupid. Hell no. Pretty neat treetop. Easy to forget it all here.
I see light at the end of the tunnel. I see us all in one room. I see the horizon, the sea, the sundown and scores of pelicans circling, waiting for us to see the directions they're giving. The past meshed with the present. Today's youth dancing with us ...one tribe. A song smashes into my head, knocking me off my feet ; as we dance together into the long night, the sounds of Sweet Home Alabama ring true. I should be on drugs but I'm not. Such a shame and all so true.
Facit ; listen to your children and dance with them as long and and hard as you can. Head banger / thinning hair.
As I think about it, it may work out better if the OEN group become a "news desk" group, going after the same things as OEN does, but independently.
I really mean it as a collaboration vehicle for writing, especially to help focus the writing to find audiences, and hence get attention either for our agendas, or ourselves as writers, journalists, or photo journalists (like me http://thinman.com/photography).
I guess the medium is the blogosphere, though it would be nice to get back to basics: old school photo printing, newsprint papers, store-front press rooms...
Through his refusal of the things of this world, Sun Ra undermines parochial understandings of race and national identity on both sides of the color line His vehement denunciations of a racist American culture reject the ethnocentrism that asserts the incomensurability of American and African American cultures Sun Ra's conception of outer space as an imaginary, utopian site for the reformulation of black and transnational identity andy consciousness not only renounces white supremacy but also its derivative discourses, as exemplified by problematic, or conversionist articulations of black nationalism
Owing to the vastness and seemingly infinite sylistic range of his musical output, on hesitates to offer generalizations about Sun Ra's music. Nevertheless, his complex figurations of rhythm, time and black diaspora consciousness served the purposes of artistic othering Sound, Style, and message went hand in hand in the radical situatedness of his band's performances This reflected Sun Ra's fusion of blues, black historical counternarratives, his quest for a road out of the racial wilderness of the United States, and, finally his utopian appropriation of popular science fiction discourses of outer space throughout the nuclear age, in opposition to the Cold War era's militarization of space
Kevin Gaines "Post-World War II Black Daspora Musics as Material Practice"