Brigadistas---A final reminder: On Wednesday, Feb. 29 there will be 3
events in the City involving the RPB.
These events will be in solidarity with the CALL of the World Poetry Movement centered in Medellin, Colombia.
These events are NOT events OF the RPB but some participants are Brigadistas but you are asked to invite your friends and non-brigadistas to read, at 2 of the events.
The title of all three events is AS LEAP FORWARD and is design to
encompass the occupy movement, issues of antiwar, immigrations, etc.
The first event that day is 2pm at The Beat Museum on Broadway near
Columbus. Some Brigadistas have been listed but all Brigadistas are invited
and so is the general public to read for 5 minutes.
Two Brigadistas---Nina Serrano and Adrian Arias---have answered the CALL
of the WPM by organizing an event at 7pm at the Mission
Cultural Center. Some Brigadistas are on their list, other participants
are not RPB. That event is not open.
But at the same time, 7pm Dottie Payne will open the doors to
ArtIntermnationale, 963 Pacific. between Powell and Mason for A LEAP FORWARD.
Brigadistas will of course be readings but we've all agreed not to
list names on this one but invite ANYONE who wants to participate to do so.
LET'S HAVE A WONDERFUL LEAP FORWARD fot Humanity on LEAPYEAR DAY AND
NIGHT!!!
Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 10, 2012
New poem from jimmy.mankind@gmail.com © 02/07/12
I’m just sayin’…:
1. Violence would be to the advantage of the police who are activity reps for the powers of the corporate state.
Therefore, unruly behavior plays to their advantage. We cannot win that one. It is also bad PR, but more importantly, not many would choose to join up to get sprayed or beat up over staying home and watching on TV. Or even after a while watching football for their dose.
2. Violence is the cancer of adolescence.
2. Violence is the cancer of adolescence.
We need the allegiance of octogenarians who do not ride bicycles. This is also grannie's fight since she has a greater heart beat into the future than the single maverick athlete.
3. Ideas are the next plateau anyway, since Occupy now has everyone's attention. Ideas like: if you throw a war and nobody comes, it might stop. Ideas like public banking. And the moratorium on foreclosures. The end of the internal combustion engine. The irrelevance of a balanced budget in the face of mass starvation and homelessness, are only a few examples.
4. Consensus, over census, is an unnecessary exaggeration of democratic agreement. WE will need an internal opposition just to keep everyone apprised of alternatives and for corrections.
5. Some will want to break windows for their own reasons...but having one's own reasons all the time is one of the changes we’ll have to make. Reason will become OUR reason as per OUR needs.
5.a. Robots have no votes and are inherently evil.
5.b. Robots foreclose upon census.
6. Place is irrelevant. Theirs or ours. We need to speak everywhere, all the time, relentless, and as good as breathing.
7. The next wars [after oil] will be fought over OXYGEN.
8. Year of the dragon, year of success. Marx, Mao, and Hegel are dead. Study them for their failures not in order to emulate their successes...which were too easily twisted out of shape.
9. The only god left is the god of survival, which means GAIA>she is the answer. motherhood is the closest we'll ever get to empathy. Study the Mother. and finally...
#100. Have more fun than they do as we are neither pure sattvic nor karmic, but both all and nothing at all at one.
we are grace.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Three poems from new Brigade member John Curl. Welcome John!
SUNFLOWERS
Moving quietly at first,
like plants in our coming together.
Sunflowers unfold into clouds of moths.
Struggling toward transformation,
moths burst into flame.
Throwing open all the doors and windows,
ripping off corporate masks,
overthrowing capital lies,
abolishing bankers’ games.
Suddenly we are all visionaries,
rebirth in our hearts and brains,
reinventing our world.
What has never been seen before,
which way is the rain?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SPLINTERS OF MIRROR
Splinters of mirror shattered on the floor
barbed wire screwed into your brain
the muffler bounces across the highway
the urinal is full
pitbulls only follow orders
why can't you help me
ease the pain
we must
we must become indigenous again
now the president paces in a teak-paneled room
the lawyer keeps his eye on the deck
a tenant writes a check he prays is good
a homeless prophet prays for Robin Hood
down by the bus stop a woman
decides to seize her own fate
beneath the concrete a seed quietly waits
why don't we just
ruminate together
your graduation picture still exists somewhere
between the lake and summer's end
you had a friend with frizzy hair
the scent of new-mown hay
I'll show you what is in my hand
if you come with me
to Camagüey
listen closely you can hear
the creek that once flowed
not far away
we must
we must become indigenous again
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
ANCIENT RHYTHMS
Crooks hiding behind corporation papers,
stealing our homes,
our future, our nation
BUT THEY CAN’T STEAL OUR ANGER
GENERAL REBELLION
NATIONAL STRIKE!
Thunder in the midnight sun!
Restore our stolen rights
Recover our communality
ancient rhythms beat on a clay drum!
Dissolve the corporations
Reclaim our plundered commons
Sky and earth become one.
Friday, February 3, 2012
Brigade poets read to help preserve Coit Tower
Last Friday, Revolutionary Poet Brigade members read in a North Beach art gallery to protest a proposed plan by city officials to open the top floor of Coit Tower for private parties. Read more:
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
poem by Revolutionary Poet Brigade Member: Mahnaz Badihian
Where is the body of the dead God
It is time for universe to hire a new God
With more education
More responsibility
And less demands from prayers!
And less real state in every street with no mortgages
We all hear the signs of revolt by forests
Oceans, mountains and the sun
To hire a new God
A god who can run with us in the streets of solitude
A God who can sing with us on the streets of protest
The God that can see, can hear
Can run and read “Das Kapital”
May be the God we worship every day in a mosque
In a church in our quiet moments
Is too old to see, to hear, and to act
May be the old age of thousand years
Finally effecting his judgment
The God who has supper with criminal
That plays card with killers
Some say there is no God
Where is the body of the dead God
....
Mahnaz Badihian(Oba) is a poet and translator with five publications. She is Editor-in-Chief of MahMag.org (Literary magazine in four languages).
Her work has been published into several languages worldwide, including Persian, Turkish, and Malayalam and Spanish. She also paints her poems.
Her publications include three volumes of poetry, and a translation of Pablo Neruda's Book of Questions into Persian. Mahnaz published “Poems of Protest”, an Anthology in Farsi .The English Translation of protest poems waiting to hear from publishers. She will receive her MFA in poetry in June 2012.
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