A Fiery Flying Roule:

to all the inhabitants of the earth; specially to the rich ones

Lorraine Daston – The Rule of Rules, or How Reason Became Rationality (2010)

(Source: vimeo.com)

Zephyrus Image ex libris Tom Raworth

supersuperette:

Sean Bonney reading at at the bayareapublicschool.org as part of the Revolution and/or Poetry Conference that took place back in October

webvom:

you are Here!

pretty good template for a CHORE WHEEL

webvom:

you are Here!

pretty good template for a CHORE WHEEL

(Source: yuyube, via the-msm)

Tom Raworth (1992)

“Cannot poetry do both at once: make its own new values as it moves, and still demand that values fixed up front to positions of principle be stressed and pronounced, however much the bind may make movement mean or feel like straining and not departing? To speak more concretely, more abstractly: can we try to fashion a concept of subjective universal experience that depends on felt solidarity with others in creative and constructive (not mere nihilistic or narrowly negative) actions against capital, and can we make it a principle of our radical aesthetics to try to write in answer to the demands of that concept, while at the same time pressing outward into extreme uncertainty within the work of composition in the search for values that no ready principle already comprehends?”

—   Keston Sutherland | 10/17/2013

The Murder of Fred Hampton (1971)  

[ thx for the reminder to JG ] 

The Kropotkins :: “If I had my way”

novaramedia:

Protestors use bulldozer against police in Ukraine

novaramedia:

Protestors use bulldozer against police in Ukraine

Hannah Weiner (1982)

Adam Weg :: “Bar None”

Moorings, halls absorbed our world.
Yet it stayed on faces, and crossed legs on settees, like a running joke.
Among euphemisms, we preferred
those that, becoming glacial and unreasonable
around lives, were like an old hat
climaxing upon a head: You couldn’t put it down—the city shown, or told.
I would touch it with a ten foot pole.

What did it look like, after your
life depended on it? Rain tumbling; a Socratic yawn—different
bodies of statistics, like pieces of trash. Eventually
puffed its. Thank god
we could begin as youths, shaping our faces in one
direction or another, out of the corners
of our disclosed eyes—yet somehow still cast
into the strict sense of somebody
else’s childhood…where we stay, same here, placed
on the side of no caution. Who are these
extreme literalizations of the future, walking, talking, crapping
laughter, falsifiable only
by still further exaggeration, their projections poor, tiny, and basically
unelectable? Yes. We seem to get it better as a downtown
than as a production of Jaws.

Will they marry me?

Proceed this way, slight shebang.
The chords state it well. The plot
is basically unchained. You can tell.
It does nothing
to keep the intruders out. The sun watches the desk.
Then the poor device begins to ring.
The senses warm, civilian in different places, tables of fruit.
We note a dysphoric blondness
being put into the sky, like a bell.
But hey. We make these things talk.
What shall we say we wanted?

Katrina (L) & Haiyan (R)
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