Pittsburg: Another Sensibility

As I’ve mentioned, I spent the past couple days in Pittsburg, gave a reading at the very lovely The Big Idea Bookstore, gave a lecture at the University of Pittsburg and then lost my shit at Blue Moon bar, those bitches werk it out.

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Bill Scott, professor at The University of Pittsburg brought me out to guest lecture on the topic of the Occupy Wall Street Poetry Anthology and my involvement with the Peoples Free Library. We discussed free speech, poetry, activism and wandered amongst the various intersections. I even managed to bring porn into the conversation thanks to the hard work of” Occupy My Throat.” Link here:

https://docs.google.com/file/d/0B24RGAm86s1VWFg5S2o0anNfd2c/edit?usp=sharing

I meant to talk more about why I thought that porn was interesting from my personal angle as a poet… while living in Zuccotti Park I had written a poem called “Gangbang for Democracy“. I read it while living there but didn’t know about the video until after the park was closed down and I met David Sokolowski (one of its stars). I didn’t spend much, if any, time online while I lived in Zuccotti Park because wikipedia, for a moment, went into real time. Anyway, I thought it was a really beautiful gesture what they had done. I myself consensually fooled around a bit in Zuccotti Park and it was an extremely magical atmosphere bursting with human creativity. But I’m pretty sure it’s the most honest depiction of the hierarchy of the movement, a few walked away with royalties to a film and the rest got thrown some pocket cash.

The lecture went really well, surprisingly so, by the time I checked to see how long I had been talking already an hour had passed. And the students questions really broadened my understanding of what we had done. I walked away with a pretty positive outlook on what our time in Zuccotti Park had done, Occupy acted as the social justice cheerleader for a generation to get off of its ass for a moment and think about what is going on around the world. As long as were alive we’re part of what happens on this earth, and we have to admit to ourselves that our actions affect our surroundings and we must strive for harmonies, we must dream of new realities as we heal ourselves and everything we touch. It’s going to be very hard because we’re all totally insane but I think we can do it. Life in New York is rough and often much more mundane than the fantasies we believe we deserve, but the magic is stronger. The nights and lights never end here so everyone can have their 15 minutes to stretch into the infinite because there are so many people and everyone has an extremely busy schedule because we’re wizards. True change will only come through direct actions that can only happen by very focused and secretive groups which are committed to disrupting the status quo exclusively by peaceful means; like planting an edible plant or native species in a roadside garden full of invasive species and don’t forget to talk to the worms while you’re there with your secret group so we can figure out a way to solve our biggest problem… the 99%

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Radical Library Exhibition at Center For Book Arts!

Last night was the opening for Brother Can You Spare A Stack at the Center for Book Arts. As part of the show, I built an installation out of my experience working as a librarian with the Peoples Free Library of Occupy Wall Street fame and compiling the Occupy Wall Street Poetry Anthology. For the opening, a few of the Peoples Free Library librarians showed up and set up a Peoples Free Library on the sidewalk outside of the gallery!

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Brother, Can You Spare a Stack presents thirteen art projects that re-imagine the library as a force for social change. Each project constructs a micro library of sorts that serves specific economic or social needs within the community. Each project proposes an alternative politicized realm, which can be imagined and formed to explore the social dimensions of contemporary culture. Small and mobile, these projects resist the limitations of a controlled, highly organized system that governs our society. In contrast to subjective libraries formed by the artists picking and choosing book titles, these projects take a pragmatic and rational approach, using the library model as an interactive field. Selected projects update the principles of relational aesthetics, and shift them towards all-inclusive and useful cultural production. “Brother, Can You Spare a Stack” borrows its title from the lyrics of a popular depression era song, claiming that the artists invent alternative models of questioning, inspiring new perspectives on social transformation. They insert themselves into the most unexpected situations and spaces, in this case libraries, to propose social and cultural improvement. The exhibition includes projects by: Arlen Austin and Jason Boughton; Brett Bloom and Bonnie Fortune; Stephen Boyer; BroLab (Rahul Alexander, Jonathan Brand, Adam Brent, Ryan Roa, and Travis LeRoy Southworth); Valentina Curandi and Nathaniel Katz; Finishing School with Christy Thomas; Anna Lise Jensen and Michael Wilson; Jen Kennedy and Liz Linden; The K.I.D.S. with Word Up Collective, Eyelevel BQE, Launchpad, NURTUREart, Weeksville Heritage Center, and individual partners, as well as with Emcee C.M., Master of None; Annabel Other; Reanimation Library; The Sketchbook Project; and Micki Watanabe Spiller. Special thanks to Build It Green NYC! for their in-kind donation of materials used both in the Bronx and at the Center for Book Arts.

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The Peoples Library of Occupy Wall Street began with a couple books placed on a bench in the north east corner of Zuccotti Park, mid-September 2011. As books were added to the pile, Betsy Fagin and a few other people named the collection “The Peoples Library of Occupy Wall Street” and began organizing the books into categories. A call went out for more books and librarians, and both (along with other supplies) continued to pour in as the Occupation gained momentum. The Peoples Library became one of the Occupation’s proudest emblems. It proclaimed “truth to power” and demonstrated the peaceful protest’s desire to spread knowledge through inclusivity; all books given to the collection were added.

Poetry provided my entry to the movement. I walked around Zuccotti Park my first few days there in late September 2011, listening, soaking in the vibrant energy and diverse conversations. My third day there, I was introduced to Travis Holloway as he put together the first Poetry Assembly, which became a weekly reading. I went to Liberty Plaza early the second week of the Poetry Assembly because I had been asked to facilitate. I met the librarians that day as I made cardboard signs for the assembly; I pitched to them the idea of an anthology and they agreed the Poetry Assembly needed to be archived and took on The Occupy Wall Street Poetry Anthology as its first publication.

Until the police shut down the Occupation on November 14th, the library and the anthology grew exponentially. The night the police came and destroyed OWS, I salvaged a handful of books and the original copies of the poetry anthology. A couple days after the raid, the poet Sarah Sarai and I turned the anthology into a PDF on the Peoples Library website. Because the police state shut the park down as a place of protest it became necessary to put the anthology online to spread its’ inclusive message instantaneously. It was posted with instructions “how to print” and “how to make your own copy” so anyone could acquire a copy.

For “Brother, Can You Spare a Stack”, I’ve (re/re-re/re-re-re)considered why, unfortunately, The Peoples Library disintegrated. Libraries across the country are closing down and The Peoples Library strove to show how communities could create their own library. But because of violence perpetrated by the NYPD, The Peoples Library disappeared; the night it disappeared it was a collection of over three-thousand books. But unlike most libraries it reincarnated into many forms: as the anthology, as zines and ephemera, and Occupy libraries popped up around the country. They also popped up online as theory and in practice, and the New York chapter went mobile and into the streets. The battle continues to be political, and for this installation, I’ve created my experience into captions placed alongside various ephemera and books to narrate the experience of the library and anthology and all the life and protest that has continued to coincide with both projects.

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A radical queer library on display! bring a book to swap for another book! I found a vhs copy of Patricia Hearst‘s First Tape from the Symbionese Liberation Army (SLA)! I swapped it for a copy of Dennis Cooper‘s “Smothered in Hugs.”

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The Patriot Library sent out from Los Angeles by Finishing School… after the Patriot Act was signed into effect by George W. Bush, Finishing School started to call around to public libraries around the country and they asked librarians if they had books on how to make a bomb. Many librarians immediately hung up the phone and others engaged them, “How big of a building are you trying to blow up?”
F.S., “Oh, you know, like a 30 story apartment building…”
Librarian, “Sounds like you need a book on demolition…”
F.S. made note of all the books suggested and then made a library!

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There are many other libraries… all worthy of exploring! Go check them out. It’s up through March! And on March 15, at 6:30pm, I’ll be giving an artist talk along with a few other artists whose work is on display.

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Let me know what you think! XOXOXO

Photo’s From the OWS Poetry Anthology reading at St. Marks!!!

This past Friday night, February 17th, the Poetry Project gave the OWS Poetry Anthology community the honor of taking over St. Marks Church. It was an amazing night of poetry full of the myriad of voices that have joined together to make one of the most diverse politically minded anthologies come together. I shot a bunch of video, and will get the video online soon. For now, I thought I’d post some photo’s that Mickey Z and Puma Pearl posted to facebook. ENJOY!

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Peter and the Wolf: Recapped.

A few weeks ago we posted an interview with Marc Arthur about his highly anticipated theatrical adaptation of Peter and the Wolf. Alas, the time came and the time passed and now all we have to share are our memories, but the memories those that ventured out to see the play share are grand,  for Marc’s adaptation truly dazzled. His vision was a unique one, with a cast largely made up of kids using live action painting and dance to tell the tale. After interviewing Marc (and since I have known his work for awhile) I had a sense that the play would truly break apart traditional theatrical conventions, but waited with bated breath to see if his description would match the actual experience of viewing the play.

After the lights dimmed and the play began all anxieties faded as the audience wandered into a fanciful tale full of color and extreme language rarely expressed through children. A favorite line of my girlfriend and mine was spoken by one little girl to the other and was something like, “Do you see what nature did to you?” The line was used as a jab, the little girl belittled was a duck that was regularly harassed and put down by the other girls for being unable to fly. Eventually the little duck burst into tears and confessed, “Because I love Justin Beiber.” The line invoked laughter in much of the audience, but in retrospect it truly was a peculiar laughter since so many little girls are caught in the same emotional reverie as the little duckling that couldn’t fly. Am I really that immature that I find humor in a little girls pain as she longs for her idol? I guess I too “am a sick man and a spiteful man,” the Grandfather quoted Fyodor Dostoevsky as s/he took the stage from a seat in the audience.

Breaking the wall between audience and show wasn’t the only way the play broke convention, in the end the whole play evolved into an auction house wherein the live-action painting that continually evolved throughout the play was bidded away at somewhere  around 100,000 pounds. I’m sure every director in the audience cringed as they, for the first time, realized the enormous opportunity theater provides to auction off art. After this, the ballerina’s took stage again,  by now though, their outfits and faces were covered in paint, another reminder of innocence’s fragile nature, the once clean little girls, like the rest of the characters, prove just how dirty and simultaneously beautiful the world can be.

Here’s a short little clip I took of a choreographed dance scene of Peter painting while the Ballerina’s took flight into reverie:

PARIS FRANCE

In France whenever anybody writes anything and wants anybody to know what it is like they read it out loud. If it is in English it is natural to pass the manuscript to them and let them read it but if it is in French it is natural to read it out loud. French is a spoken language English really is not. That is what makes the French such good soldiers the sturdy legs, thin arms and sturdy legs. France is made of ground, of earth. After all it does not make any difference and they know it does not make any difference. No, publicity in France is really not important, tradition and their private life and the soil which always produces something, that is what counts. Because nobody knows anybody whom they do not know. Fashion is the real thing in abstraction.

The one thing that has no practical side to it and so quite naturally Paris which has always made fashions was where everybody went in 1900. I do not believe that when the characteristic art and literature of a country is active and fresh I do not think that country is in its decline. There is no pulse so sure of the state of a nation as its characteristic art product which has nothing to do with its material life. The nineteenth century knew just what to do with each man but the twentieth century inevitably was not to know and so Paris was the place to be. We lived in the rue de Fleurus, what use are women and children alone in the world, what kind of life can they lead, it would have been lots more sensible, said Helene, if they had drawn lots and saved certain number of complete families much more sensible, said Helene. Continue reading

Love Is The Law: A Remembrance of the lives of Chloe Dzubilo + Akilah Oliver

Recently two pioneers of thought were lost: Chloe Dzubilo (transsexual activist) + Akilah Oliver (poet). I’d like to point everyones attention to some of their work and their legacy for a moment, since both of these people have helped pave the road that I am wandering down. Both died prematurely and it is a major loss to all the radical visionaries I call my “family”. Family is such a weird word for those of us that have abandoned our biological families or have felt betrayed by them, still it seems my adult life has been a long process of trying to heal myself from the pain of not measuring up to the standards my biological family placed on the “reality” they chose for me. Part of the healing process has involved building a new family that accepts me as the person I’ve chosen to be and the older I get the more I learn about the many distant relatives my new chosen family has acquired.

I didn’t know either Chloe or Akilah personally but I know their work, and I know many people whose lives they did touch and I see that they share in the vast constellation that my starry-eyed community comprises. If anyone has any other links to bits and pieces of them they’d like to share, please post in the comment section below. Continue reading

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY KISSES

Happy Valentines Day!!!! Last Friday night all the fabulous people in NYC showed up to CAPITALE on Bowery to celebrate love, Valentines Day, and the legendary Patricia Fields birthday. It was an extravaganza! SO MUCH FUN! Check it out:

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Soft Spot Debuts New Songs @ The Cake Shop

We’ve been friends with Soft Spot for a while now and we’ve always loved them, but seeing them play last night at the cake shop made it clearer than ever that their evolution is in full blossom. Their grace, momentum and exuberance has teamed up so seamlessly with their musicianship that watching them play now brings to forefront things that were only hinted at when we first started watching them play. They seem to have effortlessly found a place all of their own in the midst of some of our favorite bands today. Evoking the immediacy of Future Islands (who they covered last night beautifully) and the witchy femininity of Beach House with a more progressively rock sound than either, they are finally riding a wave of transcendence all of their own. Though live performances will be rare in the coming months due to cold weather and the creation of new material, we recommend keeping your ears to the pavement and your eyes on their myspace. You want to share in this before it ends up costing you twenty dollars a ticket.

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Happy Thanksgiving Everybody: Here’s some stuff we’re thankful for…

Happy Thanksgiving Everybody!!! We hope you have a great holiday and you have our interweb psychic love to cling to if you are all alone and feeling dreadful about your loneliness. One of the many Minor Progression favorite’s – Marissa Nadler – could use a bit of your holiday cheer to help her get her next album off the ground. She sent us this video for you all to watch so you can get a glimpse of where she’s at and what she’s working on. Check it out.

Also, here is a brand new gory sexy video of hers!

And now, back to Thanksgiving…. here’s a few photo’s of some Minor Progression folks at the Macy Day Parade!

And on a personal note, Antony and the Johnsons wrote this FUCKING BEAUTIFUL song called GHOST… it’s apart of his new book/album entitled SWANLIGHTS… he was writing this as my chapbook GHOSTS was coming to fruition.. one of the poems in it is in psychic conversation with him.. synergetic realness and collective unconscious love.. Oh and a couple of the poems from GHOSTS are in the upcoming 10th anniversary issue of SHAMPOO… CHECK THEM OUT and this AMAZING VIDEO:::

Now please, enjoy the holiday and make sure it doesn’t go something like this…