Thursday, March 23, 2017
Wednesday, March 22, 2017
Tuesday, March 21, 2017
Monday, March 20, 2017
Before we built Our shrines to
revolutionaries and reformist
seeking to make our nation
Equal, Free and Great
This has been perverted
Equal - if you conform
Free - only if you are received
Great - a hateful lie to enrage the ignorant
The shrines built now to the plastic people
with fancy names and famous spouses
They flock to their weekly televised antics
by the millions to get their fix -
greed, hate, ignorance and debauchery
And in our highest office
where a nation should be proud
There sits the deformed ken doll
neutered, stumpy, hate-filled orange creature
chosen by those addicts -
the reality TV junkies
"alternative fact" believers
too stupid to recognize the lies
Addicted to scandal and extreme
you voted or did not vote
like it was reality TV -
who is the next (insert stupid show) winner
and infected this nation with
lies, misogyny and racism
Welcome to nation of addicts
Their drug of choice is stupidity -
disguised in the form of reality TV
and now the presidency
Sunday, March 19, 2017
Saturday, March 18, 2017
dedicated to all who died fighting fascism
and to all who might
what would they think, those
lying in rest on the hill, white stones
marking their remains,
what would they think of us now
gleefully cheering an authoritarian
ego obsessed with ratings and
thrusting his fat chin high into the air?
what would they think,
those who died with bullets
shredding their guts, those who
died in fire, their flesh melting as they
screamed, those who drowned
beneath two hundred tons of sinking
steel and oil in Pacific waters,
those who exploded
in the air fighting fascism,
fighting party rule, fighting the
end of free speech and the right of
people to peaceably assemble
in their own homeland
on their own untainted soil,
what would they think?
our grandfathers and great-grandfathers
our grandmothers and great-grandmothers
how have we devolved from the nation
that trampled fascism to the nation
that welcomed it?
how did we survive McCarthyism
only to again embrace it?
how have we allowed ourselves
to elevate a man who our
gentlemen grandfathers would
have punched in the mouth
had he ever spoken to
our grandmothers in the same
manner he has spoken of
women in public, on film, on
and heaven help what our
grandmothers would have done to him
had he tried to force himself upon
their sassy hard-fisted selves
we, a nation always grappling with our
worst traits and habits,
always struggling with our ugly
history and cruelty, have
finally elevated our most banal
ethos to the highest seat,
we have risen to our lowest low
and what will we do now? will we
to become our least selves?
will we let this
happen without a fight?
I do not ask you, reader
I do not ask these questions
to hear answers from the crowd
or from our leaders
I ask to hear from our
forefathers and foremothers
I wait in silence for their voices
for they have seen what we now see
they have fought what we now fight
and I wait for them, I wait
in shame, I wait
but I also fight
we may redeem
ourselves in their eyes
and that someday the young
may love without fear
Honestly....anyone taking a look at DOUCHE's budget and is saying okay to this....
YOU HAVE NO SOUL.
Sunday the New York Times published in article about Rex Tillerson, the
Secretary of State who is pretty much a ghost….well, the real Rex Tillerson
showed up in Japan this week aiming to reset the way the United States deals
with North Korea. Secretary Exxon said that the U.S. needed a “different
approach” in dealing with North Korea’s escalating nuclear threat….apparently
in the DOUCHE administration a “different approach” means a possible military
strike…wonder how China feels about that?
On Friday DOUCHE met with the last bastion of a liberal world order, German Chancellor Angela Merkel, the meeting seemed to get off to a great start when DOUCHE REFUSED A REQUEST TO SHAKE MERKEL’S HAND….but he did find the time to quadruple down on this whole wiretapping business…apparently it was the British the whole time.
This fucking administration wears me out. From Bannon’s Apocalyptic Budget present by his orange-hued puppet to being too much of a baby to shake someone’s hand…every single day of this madness is a WHAT THE FUCK moment….and thanks to the GOP being a pack of spineless freedom hating cowards we still have 1403 days to go of this.
I say bring on the NUKES.
Anyway…while we still have civilization…if you’d like to share your art about DOUCHE or about all the fucked up bullshit going on in the world…feel free to send poems, short stories, art work my way at Winedrunksidewalk@gmail.com SUBMIT2RESIST
Stick around…today at 12pm we have the work of James Duncan and tomorrow at 12pm the work of Michael Isgur
Friday, March 17, 2017
Thursday, March 16, 2017
“There are only three things to be done with a woman,” said Clea once. “You can love her, you can suffer for her, or you can turn her into literature.” –Lawrence Durrell, Justine
Didn’t you quote Justine once?
Or was it another?
A different you
from a time before or after,
an old friend,
someone I’d seen naked.
I imagine so many things:
faces in leaves,
the courts of insect hierarchies,
legions of ancient mainframe computers
buried in a concrete labyrinth miles beneath the earth
whirring through a sea of breathless data,
calculating a list, checking twice,
The stories between the words,
in the measurement of margins,
in the deep inhalation of breath before the candidate speaks.
Can you imagine?
like I imagine you.
I think we can both agree
the book was butterflied,
propped open by your bedside,
quick in your hands
like a prop in a play,
something with purpose,
Or someone different?
Someone from before or after.
Someone you’d seen naked.
It’s unlikely it was your mother.
You being older then,
older than you are now,
and living alone,
not a child in someone else’s house.
After so many years
and so many cigarettes,
it all begins to taste the same.
There’s only a hazy sense of place,
as if it were all clouds
and I just a child on a hill,
time only where the tether slips
when I reach my hand to pluck another dandelion.
Durrell reeks of corpses.
But then, so do you
and this city,
and the traffic lights
turned by wind and made to spin,
and the cars clicking
their dirty clockwork all night
and the half-naked woman,
eyes blinded in the bus stop enclosure,
pulling her shorts to her ankles,
and turning a circle with her hips,
the men from the liquor store
drawing out their cell phones.
Everyone becoming camera now,
a seething wave of insect eyes
mapping the map,
dressing the bride in her digital gown.
Every ounce of air
full of frantic particles
eager to expel heat.
But why should I blame Durrell—
He’s never done anything to me.
I’ve never even finished one of his books—
or the palm fronds like desiccated wings
gathered around the trunk of the tree,
or Big Oil,
or Charles Babbage,
I mean, they’re my eyes after all,
my lungs so full of smoke and coughs,
my bones so brittle and shattered into spines.
I can only drink so much before I get sick.
Besides, I love corpses.
They’re my business.
All this flesh falling away,
I gather it up,
make a kind of origami.
It’s five for a dollar.
Everything must go.”
until we breathe life.
Wednesday, March 15, 2017
The Orange Menace admires The Molten Mirror.
“@FollowMMorElse shows you all your weaknesses
before melting you into a heap of slop,” he writes.
“Effective leader. Would work with him anytime!”
The Molten Mirror used to be a police officer,
became too curious about science, stood too close
to chemical reactions, where opposing cultures crash.
He discovered how to police as more than one man.
The Orange Menace asks The Molten Mirror to visit.
He arranges a summit of golf at Citrus Palisades.
The Molten Mirror has manipulated his form
to accommodate pub cap, argyle sweater, spikes.
The Molten Mirror says there’s no need to look away.
The Orange Menace tries to find eyes but sees only
fast food, women, dotted lines to sign, incarnations
of himself losing control, so many incarnations.
The Orange Menace seeps into the green on Hole 17.
The Molten Mirror taps in an easy putt for birdie,
calls a groundskeeper to hose things down, tweets,
“I’m so pleased to be your Mulligan, America. :)”
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Talking with Mary between breaks at banjo night
I was supposed to meet her husband here
he’s having a meltdown, the current state
of American politics has him boiling
I understand, I’ve had fluttering
in my abdomen, occasional but definite since the election
I can’t escape these conversations
I don’t want to escape these conversations
it seems all of the gatherings I end up at
teeter at the point of bursting
we are celebrating excesses now for an uncertain future
we are dreading an uncertain future
we are preparing for the worst
we are asking ourselves difficult moral questions
we are all outright frightened
Mary is no different
I am no different
We talk about me maybe losing my job
as a new years gift, I’m running
the last five years in my head
2011 is the last year I was fully employed
the next year, I was on the road, living on severance
in 13 I worked five different part time jobs
for seven different places, or was it more
the last three years I’ve been employed
mostly because I was running a friends business
he was attempting a recovery from cancer
my new employer says business won’t keep up enough
for even one paid employee
each year I’ve done more with less
what are we doing, what can we do, how do we do
I say the same thing, its so fucking American
instant gratification, most of us asleep
while our country has been slowly commandeered
by robber barons, by fascists, by a class of people
who serve themselves, who pay politicians to serve
them. No one still wants to admit this is class war
In postindustrial America we sat and waited
our seats at empty tables no said anything
it’s a farce to believe
an industrial revolution will come again
now its an automated revolution
as such we should be working less for more
no one is saying that, like no one questioned before
in three weeks we expect easy answers
there are no easy answers from here, there never was
we’ve gone backwards, we will keep going backwards
I say, Mary this is when as artists
as intellectuals, as advocates, as allies
as we should have been before
from the bottom up, this is how we’ll shield our friends
this is how we’ll inform those who haven’t been
this how we start to change, it has to start local
and merge into something national
the laws of inertia apply to humans
the same way they apply to objects
now is the time for movement
she wants to believe me
I want to believe me too
Monday, March 13, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
with cokes and ice cream cones
all the good people
with cokes and ice cream cones
are walking the george washington bridge
they are taking photos of new york city
selfies and group shots to post online
and bike riders are riding in lycra gangs
ringing their asinine bells at anyone in their way
and the joggers are getting fit
it’s seventy degrees out in february for a third day
it is so easy to smile into the face
of our own ecological damnation
ah, but the hudson river looks like melted gold
reflecting off of the sun
and manhattan shines like a wondrous emerald oz
today we are sweating as we hustle along the bridge
tomorrow there will be snow showers
and the weather will barely reach forty
and the lovers holding hands will hide inside and shiver
the wind will howl
tossing garbage cans and tree bark
the bike riders and joggers will take the bus
and all the good people
with cokes and ice cream cones
will sit in their homes and sip tea and eat soup
manhattan will turn gray again
the hudson river will get choppy
the sun will shun us like dead love
winter will make winter great again
for at least a couple of days
before it turns seventy degrees once more
and all of the people will come back outside
to walk the george washington bridge like clueless lemmings
smiling zombies waddling in end times
never thinking for a moment
how much better it could be
to simply step up on the metal ledge
and jump the hell off.
SUBMIT2RESIST @ email@example.com
Saturday, March 11, 2017
i wish this were
only a nightmare
so i could open my eyes,
and will it all away;
so many insist
that we must give him a chance
and accept the will
of the people—
yet they don't seem to be literate
because he lost the popular vote
which meant most of america
didn't like the man,
and i can safely say he's not my president;
i don't believe in bigotry or hatred or the wars
that he so loves—
when nightmares become reality
i've realized we cannot
succumb to despair,
but dream brighter and better dreams to conquer
this darkness to fight it with everything within
because only light can destroy
nightmares, darkness, and monsters.
- linda m. crate
I suppose we should start with the most outrageous and work our way around Crazytown from there, huh?
Saturday morning America and the world woke up to a series of insane tweets by so-called “president” sherbet baby-dick (I need an acronym for this gas bag because I’m getting tired of writing this…so fake ass POTUS45 will now be known by the acronym DOUCHE) accusing President Obama of wiretapping him in Trump Tower during his nefarious, racist, xenophobic, sexist presidential campaign that warmed the hearts of wealthy and inbred white people throughout the nation. Almost immediately FBI director (and DOUCHE enabler) James Comey asked the Justice Department to deny these allegations…but since the Justice Department no longer exists they were unable to do so.
See…the thing is Presidents cannot order unilaterally order a wiretap. Usually this involves someone, say, like the FBI and the justice department, going to a federal judge and making the case for someone to be wiretapped. If DOUCHE had one shred of a shred of an idea of how this country works he would’ve KNOWN that. But since he doesn’t and continues to surround himself with yes-men/women and an ex-methhead neo-nazi….he never will. And let’s just say all the stars DID align and DOUCHE was being surveilled…well….then most likely you just outed yourself as a target in an ongoing investigation…..fucking idiot.
The week also gave us Muslim Ban 2.0 which looks an awful lot like the illegal Muslim Ban 1.0 except for the following changes: Iraq is excluded from the ban as well as lawful permanent resident s and those folks with visas issued before that dark day of January 20th, 2017. The fucker is still as Islamophobic and Xenophobic as one can get. Hawaii has the distinction of becoming the first state to challenge this revised piece of camel dung.
Are we done yet….not even close, bud.
Paul Ryan, one of the heads of the domestic terrorist organization formally known as the Republican Party, helped launch the American Health Care Act (AKA World’s Greatest Health Care Act of 2017) this week, seven years in the making….and it looked an awful lot like President Obama’s Affordable Care Act. Look, I don’t know much about health care and I see a doctor about as frequently as I do Haley’s Comet but you can find all the information on the differences between TRUMPCARE (rumor has it he hates the name…so feel free to use it) and the ACA right HERE….or just find a raving old person on the street and they’ll give you a mouthful. The one thing I do know is that from what I’ve read it seems that a lot of those good old patriots who voted for DOUCHE are going to be affected negatively should Ted Cruz and the Tea Party republicans completely capitulate and vote for this thing. I for one am happy…any DOUCHE created tragedy that should befall his supporter I welcome with open arms.
Hey….GUESS WHAT???? The new head of the EPA, Scott Pruitt, doesn’t not believe that Co2 (or Carbon Dioxide as the Hoi Polloi call it) is a main contributor, a statement that puts him at odds with NEARLY EVERY FUCKING SCIENTIST AND RATIONAL THINKING HUMAN BEING OUT THERE….christ, Bannon wasn’t lying when he said these people were picked to tear shit down….and happier news my local Army/Navy surplus store is selling gas masks for 30% off!
...and for the record it was 60 degrees here in NYC on Thursday....Friday we had snow...
and today I froze my ass off walking to work in 20 degree weather....so.....
Hey the CIA is spying on us....maybe....at least according to documents released by Wikileaks.
If DOUCHE is that mean boyfriend/girlfriend who acts nice in front of people you know,
Wikileaks is more like that cool boyfriend/girlfriend who does that one horrible, unforgiving
thing....like killing your pet. Anyway...so the CIA might be using smart phones, smart TVs,
etc. to spy on people....big fucking surprise there. In all honesty anything designed and
called a "smart" product will usually make you look stupid in the end...and thus this
is why I continue in my quest to be the last human being EVER to own a smart phone.
stick around we've got Linda M. Crate today at 12pm and yours truly tomorrow
Friday, March 10, 2017
violets are purple
but nothing rhymes with purple
so we alter the truth
to better fit the scheme
to better confirm to what's expected
and nobody seems to care
that violets are not
-- Beren Weil
Thursday, March 9, 2017
When gravity fails us, our words will tug the universe. It will cradle us in a blanket of stars and sing the song of us. We will remember.
-- Hillary Leftwich
Hillary Leftwich is co-host for At the Inkwell, a NYC based reading series and organizes/hosts other reading events around Denver. Her writing can be found online and in print.