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, June 25, 2008

Clemente Padin Video: Poesia Experimental del objeto a la letra

Video Description

El CFCPBA se complance en publicar la primera parte de la Conferencia sobre "LA POESÍA EXPERIMENTAL del objeto a la letra", a cargo de Clemente Padín, en la Asociación de Psicólogos Lacanianos de Barcelona el 30 de Enero de 2008.

Leisure Books & Leisure Poems---the Non "Summer Reading List" Non "Difficult Poetry and Prose" " Found in Refuse/Refuse

You know how it gets in summer time--all those Very Important Persons' recommended and basically implicitly Commanded books you're going to read--all those important novels of the times and for all time written by hot young authors and reinvigorated veterans--all the non-fiction solutions to the soul's cash flow and the eco-politics of growing vegetables rather than wasteful dangerous cash crops like Weed--or the makings of some good White Lightning--

all those Difficult Poems lined up in pristine rows or left prominently out among the fresh fruit and Feng Sui arrangements of delicate Rolling Paper Hand Inked Calligraphic Scroll Poetry------to impress all the poets who drop by to borrow the shiny new books--
and "accidentally" start to roll up with the Scrolls--so as to palm them in the confusion and take them home to sell on ebay--

or, with the shiny tomes fresh from the actually rolling presses--
to sell them back to one at their soon-to-happen "Moving Sales"--

yes--you know what it's like--a big guilt ridden drag!!

I mean--who wants to read what are really OTHER PEOPLE's reading lists--!!

besides, do they even read them? these Mighty Ones, these Holders and Upholders of Weighty Opinions and Profound Thoughts--these Atlases and Amazons holding aloft the Shining Light of Literature in its Most Pure Form--(certainly their Pure Form must not be confused with anything like another Holder Aloft of Shining Light, the shabby and substantial wreck known as Lady Liberty, who still is wantonly embracing all those dirty and homeless poor who are most likely Illegal Aliens!!-oh no!!-)-

-do these Great Ones simply follow their own versions of the Bluffer's Guides?--or the methods used by that French Professor for "creating new works" out of the ones one has not read but pretends to have?

how many literary discussions are not actually about fictions of poems and prose that no one present has actually read except in bits and pieces of references and footnotes or a watered down version an old friend had on a long abandoned video--or if one is really retro--one might just have the Eight Track version of the Soundtrack of it--so as to provide oneself with "a material basis for the construction of a dialectal method of inquiry . . . "

I.E.--yet another "conversation generating curio" as well as yet another means to evade the reading of the long dreaded and now very heatedly hated never-to--read text--

how often are not philosophical and ideological bric-a-brac used to adorn texts but a way to camouflage the fact that one has not read them, nor ever intends to!!

So --one pours forth mighty earth--shaking opinions and downright brutal bashings of these works--because after all--if one has not read them--does that not mean and prove that they in fact are not worth reading?--

Perhaps to argue vociferously for a "Difficult Poetry" is actually a method to scare away the all the unworthy riff raff who otherwise might stray into one's special private gardens, reserved only for the poems and poets approved of by one's friends--

So it is that all "these difficulty fraught conversations, poems, reviews, talks, essays and manifestos--have at their heart a truly dire and simple secret--

that the ever more elaborate and elaborated deployment of detours, digressions and diplomas --is in order to cover up the fact that in their midst lurks an immense black hole--a most terrifying and miraculously wondrous vacuum in which exists the unread text--

and to protect this hidden
"Difficulty" at the core of things--at the heart of the things one has created to hide this "Difficulty"--

one espouses with great zeal a Difficult Poetry & Prose which acts as the camouflaging uniform worn to conceal that hidden, naked text--unread---though "well known"---consuming one from within by one's refusal and/or inability to consume it--

So, yes indeed, a "Difficult Poetry and Prose" is indeed a Discourse of Difficulty to evade acknowledging a Difficulty which one must work ever more diligently and vigilantly to hide, as it becomes ever more difficult to continue to do so--

the paradox being that an incredible and formidable "body of knowledge and thought" is materialized in the discourse of concealment deployed in the dissemination of dis-informations--
conceptions which are Conceptualized in order to conceal a deception--a "Deceptual" Poetry and Prose--advocating an Opacity rather than Transparency of the Decoy Difficult Poetry so as, like secretive governments and societies, to conceal from any possibility of prying eyes--the Taboo--

The Taboo of the admission of a non Reading of a Writing --which, if it remains unread long enough--perhaps will dematerialize--vanish thoroughly from the records as it were--
and become a Lost or Forgotten Text--which , unfortunately however, may be also a Ghost--a Wandering Restless Spirit that will not rest until being found by and finding its readers--

until that horrifying and apocalyptic day when some one finds its still smoldering and partially legible ashy scraps at the city dump--

ah!! but one must truly have Leisure Time on one's hands, no?--to indulge in such Leisurely Day Dreams and Reveries--!

But then--is not one with Reveries "dreaming up" Leisure Poetry and Prose-

doesn't this mean that even in Reverie--one is not idle, and so not having idle hands to use for the Devil's works--?

Dreaming up in Reverie the Leisure Poetries and Prose--
finding in these "day dreams" things which are hidden in plain sight--
like Poe's detective Dupin--who would sit in silence and darkness in order "see" his way to the heart of the mystery--
and Find!--the Purloined Letter Hidden in Plain Site/Sight/Cite--!

To dream when wide awake--to see in the darkness--

is to Find --

Enough day dreaming--after al perhaps it is only what the Rational call--"wool gathering"--!

And but another way to hide from oneself the dread secrets--the Difficulties----of the non-readings of unread texts--

Yet--it is day dreaming which takes one past the guardians of the rational is it not, with their Difficulties . . .

"Revolutions are born in the mind of a peasant dreaming on a hillside--" says Mr James Joyce--

not being a peasant himself--did he perhaps "idealize," that is to say--"dream up"-- the peasant?--and so fall prey to a day-dreaming himself--

so--back to the tasks at hand--
the revolutions of the every Day Any Time Any where . . .

Difficult Poetry!!--a walk in the park when you're trying to decipher directions to the Basement Show "somewhere North of North Ave"!!!--

or the rummage sale "by the Church that it is so sad the bells are no longer ringing from"--"you know--over by where John used to live before his second rehab--remember?--when he'd just gotten out of prison and needed to live by a Church to save his soul?--you know where I mean, right--?--oh--what am I saying?--you didn't even live here then!"

Yes--this is the time when we at Leisure Books know you really are crying out in the wilderness for something that's as uplifting as lifting up a Tall Cool Frosty and as satisfying as a real gone lover--

So here they are--read them at your leisure-- or go to one of the traveling Leisure Book readings as shown here--

and be sure to keep your eyes open for the stray odd volumes always turning up like bad pennies,old videos and unwanted ex-friends and lovers and family at your local really swingin independent book stores--

Aha! Check it out--what these two cats had--two damn fine Leisure Poems!!--

and on top of that--a Leisure Book!--one of the Vintage Ones--damn straight it's a Classic!--

don't forget--spread that Leisure Reading around--and--keep your eyes and ears Leisurely aware of all the Leisure Literature just Lying Around!!--

and on some days when it's to damn much trouble to even read or look at another picture--why not Leisurely compose your own Leisure Poems and Prose at your own Leisure--with the Leisurely Found materials all around one--just lying about--drying off in the hot dusty alley sun after a nice good bathing in the rains and humid airs--

Leisure Books--the Eco-Writing and Reading of the Now and the Future of the Wonderful Tomorrows!

Made from fresh homegrown recycled refuse--Nature's Natural Resources--

turning junk into gems--

and back into junk again--

to Leisurely Recycle in the Wheels of Rebirth, the Karmic Compositions of a Cosmic Conundrum--

the Leisurely wanderings of Being among the Wastelands on their way to Being Again Gardens of Eden Found Among the Leavings--

for is it not so that to be left behind is to be right ahead?

and that one person's refuse is another's means to refuse the Conceptual Poetry of Built-in Obsolescence and Waste?--

and is it not true that "Difficult Poetry" is only so to those who are trying to be "difficult"--

when in fact, as Leisure Works show--

all you go to do is Take it Easy, But Take It--

or, in the words of the Young Star in today's exciting tome discovered at the yard sale of the Cool Cats--

"it's EASIER than you think"--

because after all--there are "Clues by the thousands, but no solution"--

and isn't it the Clues Without Solution that Promise lifetimes of Leisurely Writing and Reading on a Planet that is both Plotted--and Plotless?--

A Conspiracy Theory Poetry in which the Conspiracies exist but have no Conspirators that have as yet been indicted--because after all, this is the world of the Leisurely!!

so Take it Easy but Take it--
in the immortal words of Woody Guthrie, who had on his guitar a handmade sign that said and read--

"This machine kills Fascists"--

so this Leisure Writing is it not like a Woody Guthrie Guitar?-

at once deceptively Leisurely and Deadly Dangerous?--

a Chord Progression on the Way to--

Roberto Bolano goes to the Cinema of Catharsis & le Signema

Where Is the Outrage?: A Report on Extra-Judicial Executions-- Information Clearing House - ICH ---

FW: Kunstainer / Premio Poesia experimental Badajoz / Vortice

________________________________ > Date: Sun, 15 Jun 2008 10:39:07 +0200 > From: > To:; > Subject: Kunstainer / Premio Poesia experimental Badajoz / Vortice > > > > (*) amplio reportaje en PROYECTOS RECIENTES del Boek861 > > Este viernes (13 junio 2008) se ha inaugurado un nuevo espacio artístico contemporáneo en Tarragona, Künstainer, un espacio construido con unos contenedores-vivienda. El proyecto nace viculado a la publicación experimental "Caldo de Cultivo" > ["Peace" perteneciente al single del > disco "Rescued Tapes" > > > > Cordialmente / Beatriz Ramírez > TAMBIEN PODRAN VER EN ESTE VIDEO > > > vortice visual > 00:58 De: lindachispa > Reproducciones: 699 > > > [ > experiencia euzkal > 00:53 De: geniamendez > Reproducciones: 51 > > > [] > Poesia > 03:07 De: acinemado > Reproducciones: 6186 > > > [] > globi > 03:35 De: blogCarmencamacho > Reproducciones: 32 > > > [] > El poema de Jack 2 > 07:08 De: luisisco > Reproducciones: 94 > > VII Premio de Poesía Experimental > > [] > > > ________________________________ > > La Excma. Diputación de Badajoz organiza el VII Premio de Poesía Experimental. > > Para participar en esta convocatoria la nacionalidad no será impedimento y podrá optar al premio cualquier creador de cualquier país. > > LAS BASES COMPLETAS LAS PUEDES ENCONTRAR EN EL APARTADO DE CONVOCATORIAS DEL BOEK861 > >

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Guantanamo detainees were tortured, medical exams show ---

Occupations abroad always lead to the erosion of liberties at home: Information Clearing House - ICH ---


Taller de verano multidiciplinario
Centro de Cultura Casa Lamm se complace en invitarlo a participar en el taller de verano multidiciplinario de arte popular mexicano
Con juegos, ejemplos visuales, auditivos, ejercicios manuales, literarios y corporales, se acercará al niño de manera divertida al mundo del arte y de la cultura del país. El curso se divide en 6 talleres: 4 girarán en torno al arte popular mexicano y 2 al desarrollo de la creatividad y habilidad manual y mental.  Los talleres son: - Textiles -Pintura y dibujo - Juguetes - Literatura
Dirigido a niños de 6 a 13 años de edad Duración: del 14 de julio al 8 de agosto de 2008 Horario: de Lunes a Viernes de 10:00 a 13:30 hrs.
Informes e inscripciones: Álvaro Obregón No. 99 Col. Roma Tels. 5525-3938 y 5525-3918

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Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Call for book review -BOOK OPENER @ Kaurab

Cover of March 2008 Print/Online KAURAB with an essay in Bengal on Chirot’s rubBEings by Aryanil Mukherjee

Kaurab Online 22/2007 :: Rub-Art by David Baptiste Chirot
Indian Summers David Baptiste Chirot. In "Indian Summers" are Indian Paintbrush Flowers’ Songs The words of this poem haunt me . . . dreaming their images wide awake—seeing ...
Cover & prose poem response with poem on cover inside cover image

I highly recommend this journal--

The interviews and translations in English are always excellent and the Bengali Poetry is beautiful--

KAURAB Online Translation Archive ( is about to launch an international book review series called BOOK OPENER. We invite poets, authors, anthology editors and presses to submit international poetry (in English,  original and/or translation/transcreation) publications for review. The idea of this series is to present international poetry reviews. The reviewers are mostly North American poets/editors. American poetry is also welcome. We will have a limited space for canonical work.

The book review series will acommodate a wide range of review styles from conventionally academic to dandily creative. We plan to include multimedia interactions and creative co-authoring. If you wish to submit a copy of your book/anthology, please send an email to with "BOOK OPENER-<book title>" in the subject.

If the book cannot be reviewed for reasons beyond our control we will mail it back to you.

Dana Ward
Aryanil Mukherjee
Series Editor, Book Opener
KAURAB Translation Archive

"Conceptual Continuity" Mail Art Call from Maurizio Follin

I have pleasure to receiving your art for my new mail-art project

International Mail Art Project

That tenuous thread that, outside and above individual projects and personal experiences, connects the work of Ray Johnson to the current Mail Art
Format: free
Technique: free
On line catalogue on the website:
dead line: 10-12-2008
Works should be sent at the following address:
Maurizio Follin, Via M.te Cervino, 27
30173 Favaro - Venezia - Italy
please insert name, surname, country, address + e-mail address and web site if exist.
All works must be send by post with postage stamps.
Works of art we receive won't be given back.
For more information :


Barry McGuire--"Eve of Destruction"--Video has Iraq footage


Video Description

Are we on the Eve of destroying ourselves?
The only weapons off mass destruction in this world , are the people in it!

Barry McGuire--"Eve of Destructiuon"--'60's Film/TV Production with Apocalyptic Junked cars in Shadows


Video Description


Barry McGuire: "Eve of Destruction"

The eastern world, it is exploding
Violence flarin', bullets loadin'
You're old enough to kill, but not for votin'
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin'
And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin'

But you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say
Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today?
If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away
There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave
[Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy]

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin'
I'm sitting here just contemplatin'
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation.
Handful of senators don't pass legislation
And marches alone can't bring integration
When human respect is disintegratin'
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin'

And you tell me
Over and over and over again, my friend
Ah, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Think of all the hate there is in Red China
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama
You may leave here for 4 days in space
But when you return, it's the same old place
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace
Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace
And... tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend
You don't believe
We're on the eve
Of destruction
Ah, no no, you don't believe
We're on the eve
of destruction.

Personal Message

sixties original footage

Iranian Underground Art Media and Basement//International Call for Sticker Art

reposting this as a reminder-- --- Call for Stickers May 2nd, 2008 0 Tehran sticker Combo Will be the Project for late july 2008 in tehran -IRAN The project will be in two divided parts Indoor combo board and Outdoor Bombin' the urban sildwalks . click for larger image All Street Artists Around the world are welcomed to support the Event with sending their hand made / Printed stickers for the combo. -Send as much as you can. We will keep some for "Combo Indoor" and use the rest for Outdoor combos. all participated artists will be listed and linked from the event page : "coming soon" -Please Do not send huge stickers or posters. -please add your Tag+url/Email on a paper and attach it to your pack . Photos of Indoor and outdoor Combo + List of Participated Artists will also get published in bRAINSTORM PDF magazine issue 10 in August 2008. Address: 15875 / 6935 Tehran 15875 / IRAN more Previous Entries

"El Colonel Smiles" for Roberto Bolano--1st Signs of the CINEMA OF CATHARSIS--with New Scenes

. .

“Memorize this closely, my children, it is not in any manual . . . remember it well, for it is the key to unlock the doors into the Temples of Art, the Theaters of Poetry, The Cinemas of Catharsis.”

El Colonel Smiles

For Roberto Bolano

Yo, por bien tengo que cosas fan seneladas, y por nunca oidas ni vistas, vengan a noticia de muchos y no se entetierren en la sepultura del olvido.
--Lazarillo de Tormes

El Colonel smiles. Pleasure birds fly in exotic jungles, among tableaux of hacked and burned nude bodies assuming famous paintings’ poses. The aesthetic arousal stimulates his penchant for a “formal” fetishization of alliteration. Straining to suppress his laughter, he murmuringly intones: “Impeccably attired in immaculate form-fitting fatigues whose rigorously ironed creases crackle with each movement and gesture, he strides among his technicians, laconically ordering a different angle here, another take there, a still living victim to be placed over there. The crisp morning air is a sweet salience; the taste in the mouth is of clotting blood.”
Licking his lips in anticipation, his eyes through aviator glasses gaze to the red flecked vulva of a dismembered young woman . . .
A brightly colored bird lands near the alluring meat, pecking its way towards the prized mound. El Colonel snaps a brisk order. The startled and obedient bird launches into flight. With deadly accuracy El Colonel brings it down. Blood from a small hole in its breast bubbles out among the girl’s slashed thighs . . .

El Colonel smiles. Peeling a tangerine he looks to the misty hills of morning. Dew flecks the flesh of flowers at trembling verge of opening. His fingers play among the fruit’s sections. Probing,--to elicit a secret.

El Colonel smiles. “Poetry is born of suffering. Poetry, born of torture—a more delicious beauty to be prompted and petted, O roseate Muse of pain.”
He fondles a razor-sharp letter opener. Licking his lips, he slits a new file. Classified forms and photos of “missing persons” come tumbling out . . .
. . . Names—addresses---relatives’ reportings . . . “last seen by—at—when”
. . . El Colonel caresses the photos . . .

El Colonel smiles. Facing the cadets’ young, soft faces . . . their expectant, obedient eyes—he writes with a felt tip marker on a vast white board, feral teeth gleaming in the brightly lit lecture room. Among headings and sub-headings he sketches a plan . . .

“Memorize this closely, my children, it is not in any manual . . . remember it well, for it is the key to unlock the doors into the Temples of Art, the Theaters of Poetry, The Cinemas of Catharsis.”

El Colonel smiles. The Americans have published a book of poems by detainees. The products of torture, censorship, controlled translations, the poems meet with poor reviews in terms of “poetry.” Might not the productions of a poetry of torture be greatly enriched by bringing to them the benefits of his experience, his expertise, the generous gifts of a lifetime’s aesthetic experimentations?

El Colonel smiles. Neatly refolding a fresh newspaper along its crisp pleats, he places it on top of a precisely aligned stack to his left. Turning slightly to his right, he lifts and efficiently opens another briskly crackling journal from the morning mail. Every few days, in one or another language, at varying lengths in differing fonts under tersely worded headers and with now more, now less details, there are appearing enigmatic reports of a series of American poets gone missing. From the library of a bucolic small college, from a hotel lobby in a great city, from the bathroom at a conference, from sidewalk cafes and sumptuous banquets, from illicit rendezvous’ and quiet nights in offices, now here, now there, American poets “minor” and “major” are vanishing without a trace.

El Colonel smiles. He sips from a deep drink of sweetened and spiced irony He, the trainee of American Special Forces, a graduate of the old School of the Americas, he is now the Master of Ceremonies, teaching the Americans far more than a thing or two in the Art and Poetry produced by torture. By Fear. By the spontaneous combustion of Disappearance, by absence erupting into the presence of a “day like any other.” By rending the veilings and veneers of “artifice” and “opacity” and exposing a Black Hole into which all such shininess vanishes. By rendition spiriting away the shitting and trembling “purifiers of the language of the tribe” to be baptized in a font of filth, blood, come and tears.

El Colonel smiles. “Yea, verily, they shall feel the wrath of my Prod,” he murmurs, his fingers caressing the instrument’s metal dreamingly, as though playing the “backbone flute” of a famous Russian poet. Leafing through the files of the latest arrivals, he studies their photos, the bits and pieces of examples of their work culled from the internet, the various bits of biography, critic’s comments, book blurbs, the sententious pronunciamentos that make up an American poet’s CV. The Universities most are associated with interest him only in terms of the corporations and government contracts they are involved with.

El Colonel smiles. In the beginning was the Word and it dwelt with the original Author, the Non Plus Ultra Writer of Blockbuster Epics., the Master of the Page Turners, the Laureate of the door-stopping tome, the Bearded Bard of Radical Verse and Purple Prose, the eminence grise of the Academy, the Namer, the Shaman, the Seer, the Supreme Source of the Scribblers and copying Scribes. To return poetry to its origins, before the word, and then to shock it back to life, to force it to speak again from the primordial darkness, to make it speak again the craven and craving phrase, “Let there be light;” this is among my projects, El Colonel murmurs in a self-invented code.

Permitting himself a dry staccato laugh, El Colonel, speaking in the tongue of his devising, murmurs, “Yes, let there be light—but an electric light! For this is an advantage the Old Versifier did not have.” Flicking his stainless steel “lighter,” he “lights” a cigarette, smiling as he realizes what “shocking” thoughts he “occupies his time” with. His hands and eyes go back to the files, cigarette smoke drifting blue in the clear light of morning.

(This piece appears at the following links--though each editor gave it a different name than the one that i have--all by chance!--Showing the many sidedness of El Colonel--)

David-Baptiste Chirot Seein' horror things outdoors • El General Smiles & Opposite, an Effigy—of Kristine Ong Muslim ... - 19k -

!! DUSIE 7 is online !!
Chapbook “Developing Poetic Ideas”

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Convocatoria por la Paz

Destinado a Artistas Visuales, Escritores, y toda aquella persona que quiera participar, sin limite de edad, nacional e internacional.
Tema: La Paz
Tecnica: Imagen libre. Tecnica libre. Textos. Poesia. Sobre cualquier soporte que respete las medidas de tamaño. Puede ser papel, lienzo, cartón, papel fotografico, etc.
Tamaño: 21 cm x 21 cm
Nº de obras: No mas de tres por participante
Exhibición: Mes de septiembre de 2008 en Sala "Alberto Bruzzone" Biblioteca Central Universidad Nacional de Mar del Plata.
Las obras recibidas serán publicadas en este mismo blog.

No devolución, siendo atributo de la Comisión Organizadora la itinerancia de la Muestra.

Recepción de obras hasta viernes 8 de agosto de 2008 en:
Garage de arte
Av. Cervantes Saavedra 1501
Punta Mogotes
(7600)Mar del Plata

Organizado por:

Un mar de paz. Comision conformada por:

Artistas Plasticos: Leonor Fittipaldi, Ignacio Mendía, Alicia Reyna, Diana Donatti, Patricia Partenzi

Gestion cultural : Rosana Cosentino

Adhesión de la Biblioteca Central de la Universidad Nacional de Mar del Plata


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Son House--Yonder Come the Blues" (GP3)--Great Song & Footage--Pure Delta Blues

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The Original Delta Blues,

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Son House--briefer version of "Death Letter Blues"


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I haven't seen this footage here on youtube yet, so I thought I should upload it. Son house does a particularly good (though short) rendition of his Death Letter blues. He also has a nice Colonel Sanders tie. Includes an awesome close up on his hand and the (brass?) slide he is using.

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Steve Niva: The New Walls of Baghdad ---

The Not-So Lost Amazon Tribe ---

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Amazon Tribe
The Not-So-Lost Tribe
by Mike Krumboltz

June 23, 2008 06:09:40 PM

Even in an age when cynical sleuths can hyper-analyze stories for truth and accuracy, the occasional hoax still slips through the cracks. Such was the case with a so-called "lost Amazon tribe."

A few months ago, mainstream news outlets (including, ahem, Yahoo!) reported that a photographer had found a lost tribe of warriors near the Brazilian-Peruvian border. Photos of the tribe backed up his claim.

As it turns out, the story is only half true. The men in the photo are members of a tribe, but it certainly ain't "lost." In fact, as the photographer, José Carlos Meirelles, recently explained, authorities have known about this particular tribe since 1910. The photographer and the agency that released the pictures wanted to make it seem like they were members of a lost tribe in order to call attention to the dangers the logging industry may have on the group.

The photographer recently came clean, and news outlets, perhaps embarrassed at having been taken for a ride, have been slow to pick up the story. Now, the word is starting to spread and articles in the Buzz are picking up steam. Expect a lot more brutal truth in the coming days.

Internet Archive: Details: William Burroughs Press Conference at Berkeley Museum of Art on November 12, 1974 ---

Polish culture: "Conceptual Art in Poland. Spaces of Discourse" ---
















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