Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Will This Be the News 6 Months From Now?

In my growing confusion over news reports from Egypt and the Near East --sometimes not realizing the stories are NOT about the Occupy movement in American cities, I took an article from today's New York Times and changed the names to paint a picture of how U.S. politics would look, some months from now, under the NYT lens. How does it feel? ::

NEW YORK. April 16, 2012— If the demonstrations that culminated in November were an uprising against Wall Street, the revolt today is against its legacy. “This is the real revolution,” said Mark Johnson, helping at a first-aid clinic in a turbulent, roiling and, at times, ecstatic Union Square.

The vestiges of the Reagan-Bush order — the militarized police, the Tea Party and other Right Wing Fundamentalisms, or fragmented liberals and leftists — seem ill prepared to navigate the transition from that rule. It is an altogether more difficult reckoning that has echoed in the Occupy revolts in Chicago, St. Louis, California and Seattle.

The strategy that for so long successfully repressed public anger and sapped people’s will to rebel was no longer working. As a result, it is not at all clear what path Americans will find to go forward. The authorities hoped that the protesters would exhaust themselves and go home, but they have not.

The police tried violence, but it has not worked. The government has tried limited concessions, but they did not work. And talk show pundits have blamed anarchists for inciting the violence, and that did not work.

This may foreshadow a dangerous and prolonged period of unrest in America, as the spectacular show of discontent on Tuesday in Union Square demonstrates that there is no existing institution to channel their frustrations.

The police and bankers appear largely oblivious to the scale of the protests, and the Republican party is single-mindedly pursuing its political goals as they predict a healthy showing in the coming elections. No leader, of any ideological bent, has emerged to channel the discontent once again spilling into the streets.

“Today, it is a failure of the political class,” said Abraham Goodman, a political analyst at Freedom Center, a research center in New York. “People feel betrayed.”

One of the lasting accomplishments of so many American autocrats, some of them still in power, was their ability to co-opt, eviscerate or abolish the institutions that could guide the transition in their absence, as they played on social divisions to prolong their rule.

Ferociously oppressed for so long, Chicago’s opposition has struggled to articulate a vision that inspires confidence in the city’s minorities. George Bush Jr.’s relentless destruction of American institutions has left a state whose regions sometimes act like their own feudal fiefdoms and where income and wealth serve as the primary social structure. St. Louis’s leadership stoked sectarian divisions so effectively that its once-cosmopolitan society may be too polarized to reconcile.

New York’s version of an autocrat’s legacy was on display Tuesday, as a police force and financial sector accustomed to decades of privilege refused to surrender real power, for now, and a political class cowed by years of authoritarianism — the Republican Party being the most prominent example — seemed opportunistic, defensive or unimaginative.

To many in the square, politicians were either putting their parochial interests first or proving unable to deliver a vision that could stem the worst crisis facing America since George Bush Jr. and Dick Cheney were elected in 2000. The anger was so great that a Tea Party politician was driven from a square by a crowd that, as in November, feels determined but leaderless.

“What we’re still dealing with is the system of Reagan-Bush,” said Sarah Miller, a 56-year-old government employee. “They’re all graduates of Reagan’s school.”

Union Square, a site iconic for the protests that overthrew Bush and Dick Cheney, was often a desperate tableau in past days, as youths battled with the police. Those fights became a sideshow on Tuesday to a far more jubilant and festive spectacle, whose numbers rivaled some of the biggest protests in the 18-week uprising against Wall Street.

“Leave,” people chanted Tuesday, as they did back then.

The breadth of the protesters’ demands — effectively an immediate end to corporate rule — and the police force’s refusal, reiterated Tuesday, to surrender power until next year suggested that the discontent would persist. Suspicions ran so deep in the square on Tuesday that nothing short of a dramatic step seemed possible to stanch the protesters’ determination, or end the clashes that have left at least 29 people pepper-sprayed and in the hospital.

“The gap between the police, the corporations, and the protesters is so large now as to be almost impossible to close,” said Sam Illyoni, director of research at the Brooklyn Dollar Center, who is visiting Manhattan. “That’s the problem. The maximum of what the government, corporations and Wall Street can offer doesn’t meet the minimum of what the protesters are demanding.”

It is remarkable how little the elections figured into conversations in the square. They are set for November 2012, but no one was debating platforms, or candidates or parties.

But those elections appear paramount to the Tea Party and other Republicans, who could secure their greatest electoral power in American history when the vote begins. Analysts say the group is haunted by the experience of elections in America in 2000, when the military stepped in to forestall an almost certain Democratic victory. That led to an Iraq and Afghanistan war that roiled the Middle East for nearly a decade, killing as many as 500,000 people.

So far, the corporations have effectively sided with the police, in an alliance of two of America’s most venerable institutions. Though trying to hedge its bets, the corporations have remained largely absent from Union Square, insisting that most Americans are not behind the protests. Some analysts have drawn parallels to the Worker’s Unions’ decision to join the uprising in October only after it had reached a critical mass.

“They are again late to the show or absent completely,” said Michael Jones, a fellow at the Century Foundation in New York.

In the square, the object of the crowd’s ire was not only the country’s de facto ruler — Barack Obama, the 56-year-old President who served as a Senator under Bush-Cheney for two terms — but also the entire political leadership that, by most accounts, has made a mess of a transition that it originally said would last six months.

“Stay steadfast!” protesters shouted. A banner nearby said: “Save America from the bankers and thieves. Surrendering power to civilians is the demand of all Americans.”

“The revolution that happened in November, however beautiful it was, left us with a coup,” said Allen Mulder, a 52-year-old chemist, who joined the protest. “Bloomberg was never persuaded there was a revolution. All he wants to do is renovate the old system.”

A popular American novel, “Ecotopia,” set in a future America, quotes a character explaining an uprising. “As the saying goes, ‘The rock endured many blows, but only shattered at the 50th.’ It’s not the 50th blow that did that, but all the previous ones.” The sentiment was often pronounced in a square where the protesters’ numbers surged through the day.

The scenes were sometimes grim. Men on motorcycles careered through crowds, honking their horns, as they headed to the clashes with the police. Youths caught their breath on the curbs. Some were bandaged; the eyes of others were bloodshot from tear gas. “You’re a coward, Bloomberg,” protesters chanted. “We won’t leave the square.”

Asked if he was worried about the unrest, Jordan Hamany, a 27-year-old software engineer, wearing a surgical mask to fend off the tear gas, shook his head.

“I would be worried more if I didn’t see the people here,” he replied.

But some analysts suggested that streets filled with the discontented could prove a permanent feature, as politicians dwell on debates over GDP and budgetary law rather than popular concerns like health care, the economy and corruption, and the police remain entrenched in a narrative less and less shared: that they are the saviors of the revolution.

“If we have to go through another revolution and another revolution and another revolution, so be it,” Mr. Hamany said. “No one really knows how this will end.”

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Saturday, November 5, 2011


Preference has been moved to increase discoverability. Susceptible to giant news camera + million-dollar blonde in the bougie chelsea market I hold this slateboard as if holding my magical member cupped in hand at my crotch on the train where the trimmings and trappings of power provoke a kind of mental armoring. The news camera beckons me, as does the million-dollar blonde, while a plain Jane next to her shapes the discourse = budget and teachers in Mayor Bloomers flower patch. Lots of giant and crawling cameras here atop the highline park. Views, views, views. The iron spikey mental cardio shell of my emotional consistency means you, Mr. Bossy Commuter should not box me out like it's all basketball; and you, young reader with maedchen frills should let me lick your stomach like it was an unnecessarily rough-wrapped extra nice ice cream cone because I like you bunches and want to hear your pleasure soaked voice. Your freckles can only say so much while our tongues are so versatile here in late June, my j-june Janey. Loan me your interest and give me outright your affections and I'll read your hip back to you--what does it say..."Save Our Ships"? Don't expect magical budgetary manipulations to miraculously ameliorate the pitfall of this, the Whole Fucking Rented World.




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photos by & rights held by Douglas Manson

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Poem

fondle and pull
recollections of a lonely wanderer
from a rotting bog of garbage
earnestly

the thinness of life
in consumerist complicity
well wish
hole in the chest
anger
books & space
weakness
thinking and forgetting
tiny cycle
small wisps around
the nerves of the brain
or whips
canned food
dry feature
compulsive
smoking
monitoring
Tuesday aubade
electric light
coffee & the men and women
who grew it, picked it
got it here

form foam
cartoon
cat and mouse and dog
and history
to be interested

the international phonetic alphabet
cultures and nations
living in temperate rain forests
and the ocean
rain

walking and getting wet
no longer having heart attacks
on a train, but thinking only of my book,
its words.
i used to look around searching faces
(as I do at my home
personalized computer society

mass arrests on the Brooklyn Bridge

Tuesday
October
cheese and beans
breath and hole in chest
the last barrier is
this red pouch I roll from

big black boots
boring clothes

I think about her every day.

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Monday, August 8, 2011

5th Annual Welcome to Boog City Festival

Scenes from the 8th Annual Small, Small Press Fair. August 6, 2011.

sunny.
august.
hot.

Evie Shockley reading from her chapbook of prose poems (Belladonna*, 2010). She also read from her new book The New Black (Weslyan, 2011).

Leigh Stein reads from her sheets and keeps the crowd in stitches.


Magus Magnus exponentializes his Heraclitean Pride (Furniture Press).


Helen Vitoria reads her poems. Sunglasses looks on.


Don Saddles' Francesca Capone played us the recipes of Cariah Lily Rosberg, featuring a kind of ice cream that includes cheap, raw meat and lentils.


After drying my tears, Brenda Ijima sent an attentive hush across all of Brooklyn with her poems from Glossematics (Least Weasel, 2011). Least Weasel chapbooks are letterpress masterpieces, made from the finest materials known to man.


Stephanie Gray reads her work from the new issue of Aufgabe (#10).


Rumor has it that Joe Elliot does all of his son's Homework (Chandelier Press, 2010).


Poetry in the garden courtyard of Unnameable Books.

On my way home through Prospect Park, I saw a young woman on a bicycle careening wildly across the Long Meadow, and was startled when the front wheel of her bicycle suddenly bent under her, and she flew longwise from her perch. I rushed over, and found her lying senseless in the grass.


After applying the gentlest of my healing arts to her most tender parts, she made a full, happy recovery.


"My hero!" she sighed.

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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Scenes from the First Annual New York Poetry Festival

July 30th & 31st. Governors Island, New York City

Quod si me lyricis vatibus inseres
Sublimi feriam sidere capite

Note: video quality seems choppy on my machine, and is best viewed with the audio turned off.

Brooklyn Ferry to Governors Island from Pier 6 from Douglas Manson on Vimeo.


The Ferry ride is quick, but fun. The readings were held along the beautiful & stately Colonel's Row, under a colonnade of ample, lush sycamores.



I spent most of my time at the Admiral's Stage, and heard poets from FOU magazine, No, Dear and the Southern Writers Reading Series.

Here was the first great MC at the festival. Please help me identify some of these presenters and poets!


The first poet was Claire Donato. She's a great poet:


"The kindest poet lives alone."

Next up was Cynthia Arrieu-King:


Great poet and owner of Berl's Brooklyn Poetry Shop, Farrah Field read next:


Happy to provide gender equality was the wonderful Chris Martin:


Next was a poet, whose name I missed:


I then heard poets from the Southern Writers Reading Series. Author of Painkiller, Patricia Spears Jones raised the volume!


"SAY IT LOUD!"

Just before I was drawn away by the siren song of the Poetry Whores at the nearby brothel, I heard the distinct cadences of the well-received Yusef Komunyakaa, whose most recent collection is The Chameleon Couch (Farrar, Strauss, Giroux, 2011):


At one point, thrown off his line by the booming PA sounds from the nearby "Brigadier" stage, he smiled and asked "How does this work?" I'm not sure he heard me, but I responded, "It doesn't!" Usually the sound systems worked quite well, but at times one heard a kind of mixed combination of lines from different stages, that was sometimes interesting, but usually disruptive. I stood directly between the two stages once and tried to find a point of dialogue, which worked for a few moments as two poets read, but then found it less exciting than it could have been. Perhaps more coordinated presentations of "naval word battle" could extend the dramatic possibilities of holding simultaneous readings. Too bad there weren't some semaphore poems in the mix. My two cents.

It was all free, in an amazing place, on one of the most beautiful days we've had this summer. If you see this in time, go out today (31 July) and check it out! Take water and food with you, though great food and drink were available for purchase. Please support the poets! This is an event to look forward to in coming years. Where O where were you, Boo-Boo??????? Zoom-zoom???


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Wednesday, July 13, 2011

If You'd Only Known / It's Hid From Your Eyes

Hör auf Mich un Conseil

Focus constantly to make your work
a celebration of the joys of human existence.
Trace the lives and live the traces
of all that surrounds you.
Notice children first and see
in their eyes the world is small,
smaller than the mile in which they move,
the smaller circle of a parent’s hand
more alive than a thought that revolves
& devolves on the edge of pluto's ellipse
or such men who calculate by millions,
pretend visions in heaps of this
& hillocks of that.

Find that each person is innately kind,
& anger is sudden confusion.
Despair is only a longing
for impossible wealth or threats
which cannot present themselves to be realized.
Pain comes with only knowing what is seen.
Comprehension of everything is a pain
created out of false consciousness,
laying your mental history upon objects
unaware of your calculation.
Chaos creeps on the edge of such knowledge
and cracks the foundation of all
that is supposed to be true.
There is a wilder truth
that the mind cannot overcome
once the eye beholds it.

Trust your senses, for they do not lie.

Sun Solo from Douglas Manson on Vimeo.


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