An inundation of graffiti
was transfixed with the
of dynastic wealth.
A face that looked like
Mexico smiling in heaps
A cynic bleeds just
as he’s left behind.
A wounded hound on
the legs of another
On another back that
love shamelessly devoured.
belief binds as much as
The colors tell it best. The walls speak it the loudest.
With half the world sedated and asleep they come out
in brightness, in words and in images showing representation.
Showing a desire to Be, a desire to share in the experience.
A gift carefully wrapped in decaying buildings, sung by
a homeless man, practiced by the smoking prostitute, and
shown only in times of desperation, destitution,
dilapidation of the mind and spirit.
Once, a Venezuelan man sat to drink his coffee,
“I work to hard, jail is a holiday!”
Sore, sore and strung as
taught as a muted trumpet
in the new gentrification district.
The rain came with the hounds,
and again it was said, in colors
that were at times more black then
Too long, for too long.
It strangled, coughed, and the past revealed itself
anew as the present.
It was a struggle, and at times from the heart.
We all measure ourselves against the world
for each other. Improvement through
self for all.
A movement, a declaration.
The wind off of the lake.
Rain; smiles in a moon.
"How do we fight social injustice when so many seem to have lost hope? According to provocative intellectual Cornel West the answer is simple - love."
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She said we looked alike,
or acted alike, or
perhaps mirror images
of both of her lives, back home
and back here, in the now.
There was something with dancing,
and Israel and Russia. Brazilians
and ripped pants, torn and tossed.
and I arrogant and self-involved.
You never kissed back the
second time. Perhaps it was because
I couldn’t find that book.
You left a few hours later;
to get on a plane, and I came back
laughing through my embarrassment
until I saw a fake rose
next to where you were sitting.
“Breaking away and moving a comfortable distance from poverty seems to require a perfect lineup of favorable conditions. A set of skills, a good starting wage, and a job with the likelihood of promotion are prerequisites. But so are clarity of purpose, courageous self-esteem, a lack of substantial debt, the freedom from illness or addiction, a functional family, a network of upstanding friends, and the right help from private or governmental agencies. Any gap in that array is an entry point for trouble, because being poor means being unprotected… With no cushion of money, no training in the ways of the wider world, and too little defense against the threats and temptations of decaying communities, a poor man or woman gets sacked again and again — buffeted and bruised and defeated. When an exception breaks this cycle of failure, it is called the fulfillment of the “American Dream.”—The Working Poor: Invisible in America, David K. Shipler (via whiskeyleaks)
"And that is why Obama has to act decisively and without waiting for permission from AIPAC, Dennis Ross, or the Democratic party’s fundraisers.
The importance of an Obama plan is not that Netanyahu accept it right away; the Palestinian leadership, which is weak and suffers from its own issues of legitimacy, might not embrace it immediately, either.
Rather, it is important as a way for the United States to assert that it stands not with the supporters of Greater Israel but with what the writer Bernard Avishai calls “Global Israel”, the constituencies that accept the moral necessity of a Palestinian state and understand the dire cost of Israeli isolation.”
Is it that easy? For America to take a reasonable stance that forces Israel to sacrifice its own jingoistic and imperialistic nature, would also call into question America as a whole. The United States portrays itself something wholly different then what it actually does. And, even though the United States is mired in hypocrisy, forcing Israel would also show the United States a mirror image of what it does globally.
The US would have to restructure itself not as the global military and economic hegemony, but as something totally different and dangerously close to altruistic. For example, to stop paramilitary funding in Colombia that perpetuates the drug trade that has led deaths throughout Latin America on its way into Western countries, or ignoring the military dictatorship of Turkmenistan on the sole basis of it being a strategic location for military operations in Afghanistan, force corporations to implement environmental practices, allow unions to flourish, overthrow racism and patriarchy as well as other domestic issues. The list goes on.
But, the point I have is this: For any real change to occur one has to ask what is the heart of the issue. The United States and Israel aren’t doing this for pure fun, it’s not out of particular hatred (there is, of course, but only as a justification) but to ensure elitist interests, to ensure class interests, to ensure racial interests. The corporate leaders and peoples of a society that benefit on the basis of not being “one of them”. This is more difficult to do or change, but a large restructuring of outlook, perspective, and organizations.
It’s all about fighting,
it’s all about each other,
it’s all about working,
it’s all about laughing.
It’s about seeing ourselves in everything,
in all lands and in all eyes. It’s smiling
when your two front teeth have long been gone.
Or saying hello, when you’re only four feet tall
in a land of six foot giants. Or grabbing
your trumpet to play for the magnolias.
About beer to the regalia of a broken city
and cracked concrete.
Fake roses left behind, and the people who
didn’t kiss us back.
Pinning up loose ideas onto walls,
and sweating like dogs during the month of
March, and dogs we akin ourselves to;
looking sheepishly to those above.
is written into our hearts, into our perceptions, and
that is to fight. To fight knowing that all is lost, but
to fight and burn all the same.
Yo soy Joaquín, perdido en un mundo de confusión: I am Joaquín, lost in a world of confusion, caught up in the whirl of a gringo society, confused by the rules, scorned by attitudes, suppressed by manipulation, and destroyed by modern society. My fathers have lost the economic battle and won the struggle of cultural survival. And now! I must choose between the paradox of victory of the spirit, despite physical hunger, or to exist in the grasp of American social neurosis, sterilization of the soul and a full stomach. Yes, I have come a long way to nowhere, unwillingly dragged by that monstrous, technical, industrial giant called Progress and Anglo success….