Dear Followers, Friends, fellow Workers:

I have just begun a new blog/zine called
Chirot Zero Zine A Heap of Rubble--
Anarkeyology of hand eye ear notations
the blog is more exusively concerned than this one with presenting essays, reviews (inc. "bad reviews") , Visual Poetry, Sound Poetry, Event Scores, Manifestos, Manifotofestos, rantin' & raving, rock'roll, music all sorts--by myself and others--if you are interested in being a contributor, please feel free to contact me at
as with this blog, the arts are investigated as a part of rather than apart from the historical, economic, political actualities of yesterday, today, & tomorrow
as with al my blogs--
contributions in any language are welcome

Free Leonard Peltier

Free Leonard Peltier
The government under pretext of security and progress, liberated us from our land, resources, culture, dignity and future. They violated every treaty they ever made with us. I use the word “liberated” loosely and sarcastically, in the same vein that I view the use of the words “collateral damage” when they kill innocent men, women and children. They describe people defending their homelands as terrorists, savages and hostiles . . . My words reach out to the non-Indian: Look now before it is too late—see what is being done to others in your name and see what destruction you sanction when you say nothing. --Leonard Peltier, Annual Message January 2004 (Leonard Peltier is now serving 31st year as an internationally recognized Political Prisoner of the United States Government)

Injustice Continues: Leonard Peltier Again Denied Parole

# Injustice continues: Leonard Peltier denied parole‎ - By Mahtowin A wave of outrage swept the progressive community worldwide at the news that Native political prisoner Leonard Peltier was denied parole on Aug. ... Workers World - 2 related articles » US denies parole to American Indian activist Leonard Peltier‎ - AFP - 312 related articles » # Free Leonard Peltier 2009 PRISON WRITINGS...My Life Is My Sun Dance Leonard Peltier © 1999. # Prison Writings: My Life Is My Sun Dance - by Leonard Peltier, Harvey Arden - 2000 - Biography & Autobiography - 272 pages Edited by Harvey Arden, with an Introduction by Chief Arvol Looking Horse, and a Preface by former Attorney General Ramsey Clark. In 1977, Leonard Peltier... - # Leonard Peltier, American Indian Activist, Denied Parole And Won't ... Aug 21, 2009 ... BISMARCK, ND — American Indian activist Leonard Peltier, imprisoned since 1977 for the deaths of two FBI agents, has been denied parole ... - Cached - Similar - #

Gaza--War Crime: Collective Punishment of 1.5 Million Persons--Recognized as "The World's Largest Concentration Camp"

Number of Iraquis Killed Since USA 2003 Invasion began

Just Foreign Policy Iraqi Death Estimator

US & International Personnel losses in Iraq &Afghanistan; Costs of the 2 Wars to US

Number of U.S. Military Personnel Sacrificed (Officially acknowledged) In America's War On Iraq: 4,667

Number Of International Occupation Force Troops Slaughtered In Afghanistan : 1,453


Cost of War in Iraq


Cost of War in Afghanistan

The cost in your community

flickr: DEATH FROM THIS WINDOW/DOORS OF GUANTANAMO--Essays, Links, Video-- US use of Torture

VISUAL POETRY/MAIL ART CALL Cracking World’s Walls & Codes Concrete & Virtual

Cracking World’s Walls & Codes Concrete & Virtual

No Sieges, Tortures, Starvation & Surveillance
Deadline/Fecha Limite: SinsLimite/ongoing
Size: No limit/Sin Limite
No Limit on Number of Works sent
No Limit on Number of Times New Works Are Sent
Documentation: on my blog
David Baptiste Chirot
740 N 29 #108
Milwaukee, WI 53208

Miss Universe Visits Guantanamo: 'A Loooot Of Fun!'

Miss Universe Visits Guantanamo: 'A Loooot Of Fun!'

The current 'Miss Universe' Dayana Mendoza (formerly Miss Venezuela) and 'Miss America' Crystal Stewart visited US troops stationed in Guantanamo Bay on March 20th, the New York Times reports. Here's Mendoza's account of the visit from her pageant blog last Friday. She says the trip "was a loooot of fun!"

This week, Guantánamo!!! It was an incredible experience...All the guys from the Army were amazing with us. We visited the Detainees camps and we saw the jails, where they shower, how the recreate themselves with movies, classes of art, books. It was very interesting. We took a ride with the Marines around the land to see the division of Gitmo and Cuba while they were informed us with a little bit of history.

The water in Guantánamo Bay is soooo beautiful! It was unbelievable, we were able to enjoy it for at least an hour. We went to the glass beach, and realized the name of it comes from the little pieces of broken glass from hundred of years ago. It is pretty to see all the colors shining with the sun. That day we met a beautiful lady named Rebeca who does wonders with the glasses from the beach. She creates jewelry with it and of course I bought a necklace from her that will remind me of Guantánamo Bay :)

I didn't want to leave, it was such a relaxing place, so calm and beautiful.

Wednesday, October 26, 2005


Tuesday 25 --Wednesday 26 October 2005

"I will write down my thoughts here as they come and in a perhaps not
aimless confusion. This is the true order and it will always show my aim
by its very disorder.
"I should be honoring my subject too much if I treated it in order,
since I am trying to show that it is incapable of it."
--Blaise Pascal, PENSEES 532, Scepticism.

"The most beautfiul world is a heap of rubble tossed down in
confusion (or:' heap of rubbish piled up at random', alt. version)."
--Heraclitus, Fragment

"I do not seek, i find."
--Pablo Picasso

Welcome to all who, passing by, stop for a moment here. Hopefully,
conversation shared, looking & listening--uncanny recognitions, celebrations
of the found. Sitting in quiet. I walk & work a good deal outdoors, so this
site may well be pretty much field notes & snatches of songs, sights &
sounds & signs among rubble.
As i work with found materials, there is no great pre-plan or
sought-for-goal i work with or can offer. My hope is to share materials &
methods, which may be of interest and use.
Working with the found, what may be "new " to me may be something
anachronistic, out-of-date, ancient, of yesterday, or of a moment for anyone
else. It may also be brand new: just-out journals, works,
events--whatever one comes across to be shared.
"A poem can be made of anything" (W C Williams) "A poet
regards everything, each street corner, each encounter . . . as material for
use." (V. Mayakovsky)
(The poet as stealer of fire--or a junk collector--or both at
once . . .)

My deepest thanks to Jim Leftwich and Jukka Kervinen for, out
of the blue, creating this blog to present my works and notes. I hope I may
give thanks for their immense generosity by bringing things truly of
interest & use, with "the care and the attention" (C. Olson) which are found
with and in all things.

Visual Poetry & la vie en rose.

Waiting for the bus at 29th & Wisconsin, in the West Central
City where i have lived the last three years.
A stocky dark skinned woman moving at an adamant speed towards
me through the ragged traffic. She pulled up beside me panting a bit, her
face split open in an immense smile and her eyes shining madly, glistening
with a dancing light. I offered her a cigarette to keep her hands busy
while she gathered herself together, straightening her jacket, adjusting her
hat, pulling at her handbag.
Years ago in Quebec i noticed that in so many small places one
went into--bars, eating places, etc--the diamond shapes of wall ceiling and
floor patterns were an alternating pink and black. I remembered my aunt
Merence ("may-ronsse") as a child had a fascination with pink. Her hair was
pink, her glassses' frames, her immensely finned Chevrolet, the bar in her
house and the house itself. (My grandfather told me he was sure she only
dreamed pink dreams. When i was older and knew what it meant i told him
--'elle vit la vie en rose'--she lives the life in rose colors--rather than
she sees it in rose.)--Once her husband had died, there was a continual
pink explosion. If one looked into the dimness of the bar area, however,
there were still the pink and black diamonds on ceiling walls and floor.
Even in the pinkness, there still had to be Quebecois pink and black.
The woman talking with me had very beautiful black skin--and she
had painted herself pink. Pink circles huge around the eyes, pink eyelids,
pink lipstick, pink blush on the cheeks. Pink nail polish, pink open toed
lattice heels and pink handbag. A pink plastic belt. Her hat had pink
designs in a bright blue field.
"It's my birthday, my birthday," she kept repeating. "Want to
celebrate with me? Got time before work? Just a quick party. We can go
around the corner." She made a small gesture with her hands--meaning
smoking crack cocaine - and said--"i got some rocks".
The bus came and i watched her through the spotty windows
approach another man.
Visual poetry isn't of the page and mind alone.
It's a way of life.
Pink and black--since childhood--some colors of it.

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1 comment:

Bobby said...

We're in it together, aren't we? Hopefully there is beauty to enjoy, even at the bus stop.