Saturday, July 13, 2019

From The ALH Archives -Stop The Gun Violence-Nothing More Needs To Be Said-Or Maybe More Does When You Come To Think About The Matter


From The ALH Archives -Stop The Gun Violence-Nothing More Needs To Be Said-Or Maybe More Does When You Come To Think About The Matter

By Fritz Taylor


It bears repeating since I have taken what I half-expected would be some blow-back from what I call frankly “gun nuts.” Guys, maybe gals too but I don’t see many of them on the range, at least not the one in Rowley, whose only political position, and who knows if that is even true and maybe it is something about security lost way back when at the time they had to fend for themselves after working their ways out of dear mother wombs, is that they will defend, fight, maybe even go to armed struggle like some of the whackos out west so that no governmental agency, great or small will take away their weapons. On inquiry, maybe inspection is the better word, when asked by me or others whether any such agencies had approached them about taking their weapons away they have universally said no. That said I still have to tell you about the blow-back from the nut-cakes -and I am a guy who both likes the right to bear arms, thinks the original founders met for us to be militarily prepared for whatever was up and who likes to fire a few harmless rounds at paper bullseyes for, I don’t know, kicks maybe.   

To refresh I mentioned in my first caption on this subject that I knew exactly why Greg Green gave me this archival caption assignment. I am maybe the only one on staff here, I am not sure of Sam Lowell, who agrees with the U.S. Supreme Court’s decision on an individual’s Second Amendment right to bear arms. Having grown up in 1950s then rural Fulton County down in Georgia where guns, learning to shoot are a way of life and then having served in the military I am very familiar with weapons.  Like to go to the firing range over in secluded Rowley and see what my latest abilities are. No subtle or sweet reason argument here for my position except that I want the right to bear arms because I don’t want the cops, the crazies, the criminals and the cranks to be the only ones with fire power.        

Let me put this in big letters or something like that I do not like the NRA, have never joined despite constant and unending mail giving me a million chances to join that organization and defense my rights big time. Defending those rights somewhere along that line of reasoning where if one single regulatory encroachment passes through the sieve every gunowner with have to surrender his or her weapons and go on the run.  Jesus.

That is where I draw some very big lines on this gun question. This gun madness question of late. It is a very, very long distance from exercising my right to bear arms essentially defensively against cops, crazies, cranks and criminal or whatever attempts to harm me and mine and opposing every attempt to limit access by crazies and criminals to weapons. A very long way from an occasional admittedly male-hunter warrior drive to some secluded firing range to burst off a few rounds and not have safe-guards against the very real dangerous people in the world who should not be allowed access to endless weapons depots. Yeah, call me a liberal, call me a bleeding heart, but we have got to protect our kids, grandkids, and somebody else’s too by dropping the violence index which is sky high right now.           

Those seemingly sane reasons drew more hell and damnation from so-called fellow gun owners who have frozen their brains around the thought that any encroachment is tantamount to surrender and destruction of everything this country stands for, or did until the military went berserk with weaponry, the cops become militarized, the criminals did likewise and more to keep the coppers at bay, and the crazies started almost looting the gun shops, shows, and depots.

Here is one example, not the worse, and since I have not asked permission in the age of privacy and identity politics concerns will just use a first name-Claude-

“It is motherfuckers like you, guys who claim to defend the sacred right to bear arms, to defend home and hearth, to defend against the criminal immigrants, the (n-word), and dopey liberal bureaucrats that are bleeding us dry. Are putting my three kids and darling wife at risk by chipping away with regulations and other “deep state” secret government stuff I know about but don’t want to talk about here to a commie. So fuck you and your friend Obama and the other (n-word) who want to see us defenseless when they come crawling into our neighborhoods.”

Like I said this is far from the worst one so you can see what I am, we are up against in protecting our kids and grand-kids from the vultures.  
      
     





The Centennial Of Pete Seeger’s Birthday (1919-2014)- *From The Back Pages of Folkdom- The Work Of Folksinger/Songwriter Malvina Reynolds

Click on the headline to link to a Wikipedia entry for the American folksinger/songwriter Malvina Reynolds.


CD Review

Ear To The Ground, Malvina Reynolds, Smithsonian/Folkways, 2000



Some of the 1960s folk revival musicians and writers whose work I have reviewed in this space I know first-hand from hearing them live or listening to them in some other form. Those would include the likes of Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, Tom Paxton and Pete Seeger, among others. Others, I know second-hand from their work being covered by the above-mentioned artists, or others. That is the case with the singer/songwriter under review, Malvina Reynolds.

Long before I had heard her doing her own songs herself I had heard covers of such Reynolds classics as What Have They Done To The Rain?, It Isn’t Nice (Joan Baez) and Little Boxes (Pete Seeger). In those days I didn’t think to inquire about who actually wrote songs, although I think that I assumed in the folk genre that most contemporary songs were written by those who performed them. Needless to say, covered, or as here, sung be herself Malvina Reynolds was the kind of folksinger whose work I could appreciate as an example of the part of the genre that I gravitated toward, social protest songs.

I defy anyone to classify Malvina’s work otherwise. Sure, she might have done some songs with love in mine, or some other thwarted thing but the grit of her work, what makes it work, is that folk troubadour tradition that she worked to perfection. For those not familiar with that tradition it actually goes back to the town criers (and other such wandering figures) in medieval times that would cry the news of the day and put their own spin on it. Is that Malvina's pitch? Of course. And all you have to do is listen to the three examples mentioned above to confirm this.

But don’t stop there for this CD is actually something of a Malvina “greatest hits” compilation. Other songs that will make my point- On The Rim Of The World (my personal choice for the best song on the CD, I wish that I had thought up such a line), that deals with the pathos and heartache of being a women without means in world that does not appreciate that condition; Bury Me In My Overalls, a tribute to working stiffs (and not stuffed shirts) everywhere; Rosie Jane , a very stark and poignant (if bemusing) take on a woman’s right to choose; the self-explanatory The Money Crop; and the thought-provoking working class tribute Carolina Cotton Mill Song. Now look at the adjectives to describe the songs-thought-provoking, amusing, bemusing, poignant, pathos- now you get the range on this singer/songwriter. And for those not familiar with Malvina’s life and work Smithsonian/Folkways provides (as always) an informative thick little booklet, with an introduction by Malvina devotee folksinger/songwriter Rosalie Sorrels, to put you straight. What more can one ask for?

In Honor Of The 100th Anniversary Of The Founding of The Communist International-*Poet's Corner- The Work of Chile's Pablo Neruda

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******
Chant to Bolivar

Our Father thou art in Heaven,
in water, in air
in all our silent and broad latitude
everything bears your name, Father in our dwelling:
your name raises sweetness in sugar cane
Bolivar tin has a Bolivar gleam
the Bolívar bird flies over the Bolivar volcano
the potato, the saltpeter, the special shadows,
the brooks, the phosphorous stone veins
everything comes from your extinguished life
your legacy was rivers, plains, bell towers
your legacy is our daily bread, oh Father.


From The Heights Of Maccho Picchu

Rise up to be born with me, brother.
Give me your hand from the deep
Zone seeded by your sorrow.
You won’t return from under the rocks.
You won’t return from your subterranean time.
Your hardened voice won’t return.
Your gouged-out eyes won’t return.

Look at me from the depth of the earth,
laborer, weaver, silent shepherd:
tamer of wild llamas like spirit images:
construction worker on a daring scaffold:
waterer of the tears of the Andes:
jeweler with broken fingers:
farmer trembling as you sow:
potter, poured out into your clay:
bring to the cup of this new life
your old buried sorrows.
Show me your blood and your furrow,
Tell me, “Here I was punished,
Because the jewel didn’t shine or the earth
Didn’t yield grain or stones on time.”
Show me the stone you fell over
And the wood on which they crucified you,
Make a spark from the old flints for me,
For the old lamps to show the whips still stuck
After centuries in the old wounds
And the axes shining with blood.
I come to speak for your dead mouth.
Across the earth come together all
The silent worn-out lips
And from the depth speak to me all this long night
Like I was pinned down there with you.
Tell me all, chain by chain,
Link by link and step by step,
Sharpen the knives which you hid,
Put them in my breast and in my hand,
Like a river of yellow lighting
Like a river of buried jaguars
And let me weep, hours, days, years,
For blind ages, cycles of stars.

Give me silence, water, hope.

Give me struggle, iron, volcanoes.

Stick bodies to me like magnets.

Draw near to my veins and my mouth.

Speak through my words and my blood.


La Muerta

Si de pronto no existes,
si de pronto no vives,
yo seguiré viviendo.

No me atrevo,
no me atrevo a escribirlo,
si te mueres.

Yo seguiré viviendo.

Porque donde no tiene voz un hombre
allí, mi voz.

Donde los negros sean apaleados,
yo no puedo estar muerto.
Cuando entren en la cárcel mis hermanos
entraré yo con ellos.

Cuando la victoria,
no mi victoria,
sino la gran Victoria llegue,
aunque esté mudo debo hablar:
yo la veré llegar aunque esté ciego.

No, perdóname.
Si tú no vives,
si tú, querida, amor mío, si tú
te has muerto,
todas las hojas caerán en mi pecho,
lloverá sobre mi alma noche y día,
la nieve quemará mi corazón,
andaré con frío y fuego
y muerte y nieve,
mis pies querrán marchar hacia donde tú duermes, pero seguiré vivo,
porque tú me quisiste sobre
todas las cosas indomable,
y, amor, porque tú sabes que soy no sólo un hombre
sino todos los hombres

From The Archives Of Frieda Kane's Art World -Once Again In Defense Of Art Critic Laura Perkins



From The Archives Of Frieda Kane's Art World -Once Again In Defense Of Art Critic Laura Perkins

By Eric Saint James

Recently I had to go down in the mud with one Clarence Dewar, art critic, I love to say this, professional art critic for Art Today to “save the honor” of amateur art critic Laura Perkins when he cut her with the remark that she should take up crocheting or some such silly sport and leave the heavy lifting criticism to the big boys and girls, basically him. I made a few pithy remarks about knowing him and his ilk back in the day and that I knew where the bodies were buried. If some snooty snide words from me are all Clarence has had to endure in his seedy baggy pants little life he has gotten off pretty easy.      

In that commentary I challenged Clarence to come at me with his two-bit noise and back off from Laura Perkins. Well, as expected he has yet to said peep one about my slashings but he is back on the case with Laura over her commentary about the late 19th century German artist Frieda Kane (the sister of Gustav Klimt, or maybe step-sister). Ms. Perkins made what seemed to me the unremarkable but astute comment that Ms. Kane in her attempts to connect with common culture, peasant culture at least as it existed in Germany tended to spend too much effort on rural landscapes and fauna and flora. She seemed kind of repetitive and imitative despite the welcome uncovering of her work as part of the general art and social trend to “discover” previously unknown women painters and sculptors. Clarence had a fit, went crazy saying that Ms. Kane was breathe of fresh air in the overstuffed urban-oriented and urban critical German (and Austrian) art world.          

What Clarence probably did not count on and Ms. Perkins I assume was unaware of was the real motivation for Mr. Dewar’s brittle if fervent defense of Ms. Kane’s output. I mentioned in that previous defense of Ms. Perkins around her comments about modern artist Franz Golder the following which remains true in this case and bears repeating.

“Despite what the general public may think the art world is a monstrously dark and dungeon-like place, a place where no quarter is given, none taken where cannibalism is the rule of the day not the exception. Not the art works or the places but the ragamuffin denizens from the starchy volunteer guides to the low-life art gallery owners who plague the markets and who drain the life’s blood out of whatever elevation of human culture even the most contrite and unworthy artist had sweated blood and tears to offer on the altar. What I can’t abide is bullying by the professional cabal from bottom to top of those who have some serious interest art, have some knowledge and who dare to give an opinion not totally in step with whoever is the arbiter of the day, usually some airhead professional art critic who is secretly “on the take,” raking in kale from the gallery owners and auctioneers.”

That brings us directly to the nub of the problem. The role, the perfidious role of the art gallery owners and to a lesser extent the auctioneers who need not concern in this situation. The wormy art gallery owners are strictly in the business of moving artworks and making kale, nothing else really. They have unbelievable influence on art buyers by their hungry huntings for new works with which to tout. That was the case with Larry Larsen at the Nova Galleries in New York City. He had decided, decided early to his small credit, that seeking out earlier unknown or neglected women artists was the next “hot” trend. Along the way among others Larry “discovered” Freida Kane and grabbed a bunch of her paintings at a decent price in order to make a killing. Whether art good or bad should be treated as a commodity like steel or rubber balls I won’t go into right now.      

Enter Clarence Dewar, oh yeah, profession art critic and general shill for whoever had enough dough to whet his degenerate appetite for cocaine I believe it is these days. Clarence started in the old days working his ass off for professional art critic Clement Greenberg when he was touting, successfully touting for a while abstract expressionism. I will admit Clement really did make the market for that genre, pushed more now dissolving or discarded high-priced works, including everything Jackson Pollack ever produced, than anybody. This is how it works though for professional art critics for glossy art publications who get paid starvation money to grind out their pablum.

Enter art gallery owners and in Clarence’s case Larry Larsen. To make some money and get invited to various gala events almost every art critic “sells” him or herself to some gallery owner to act as a press agent, a flak-catcher if necessary. To push the merchandise really, especially the overstocked stuff like most of Freida Kane’s which despite a big gala and fanfare including the inevitable glowing article by Dewar did not, has not sold well. Hence Clarence’s tirade and insults against Ms. Perkins who is only stating the obvious and commenting on what the least discerning collectors know- her stuff is boring.   

I know this will do no good, but again Clarence back off or I will spill many more beans.                     


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The only thing we have to fear is…? The BIW protestor are carrying on a fine American tradition of civil disobedience.

 
The only thing we have to fear is…?
The BIW protestor are carrying on a fine American tradition of civil disobedience. But I ask what are we so afraid of that we have to have the world’s mightiest, most costly, most polluting military? Being invaded by ISIS? By ragtag desert militia that have no bombers, aircraft carriers or atomic weapons? I guess the discussion focuses on what we get for what we pay-security? Oil? Keeping millions employed in the military? Those may all be laudable goals, but we should have an honest discussion on what we pay for what we get. Isn’t that what good consumers do? 
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Al -
Look at this crew:
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  • Billionaire political mega-donor Haim Saban who says, "We love all 23 candidates… minus one. I profoundly dislike Bernie Sanders."
  • Or Lloyd Blankfein, the former CEO of Goldman Sachs, who says our campaign "has the potential to be a dangerous moment."
We are dangerous!?!?!? Lloyd Blankfein’s company almost completely destroyed the WORLD economy and wiped out generations of wealth, and we are dangerous?
Like FDR says, Bernie welcomes their contempt. We wear it like a badge of honor. But these people are enormously powerful, and we need your help to fight back:
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I Still Can’t Get No Satisfaction. Relentless War Propaganda


I Still Can’t Get No Satisfaction. Relentless War Propaganda
Global Research, July 11, 2019
Region: USA
Theme: History
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I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get me no satisfaction
And I try and I try and I try t-t-t-t-try try
I can’t get no I can’t get me no
When I’m riding in my car
And a man comes on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to fire my imagination
I can’t get no uh no no no
Hey hey hey that’s what I say
I can’t get no satisfaction
When I’m watchin’ my tv
And a man comes on to tell me
How white my shirts could me
But he can’t be a man ’cause he does not smoke
The same cigarettes as me 
Those are some of the lyrics from the Rolling Stones 1964 hit song. This writer remembers that summer of ’64 as if it was yesterday (Such is the dilemma of we baby boomers – remembering the far past and sometimes forgetting where we left the cup we just drank from). Walking through the myriad of beach blankets at Manhattan Beach, Brooklyn, listening to that song blasting out like a symphony from the many transistor radios that covered the beach. To a 15 year old Satisfaction was about the uber commercialism that existed then as it surely does now.
Now, in America 2019 the lyrics mean that and much more. The man on the radio telling more and more ‘useless information supposed to fire my imagination’ can easily be the bogus propaganda that this embedded in empire media shovels out about the ‘Terror threat’ caused by the enemies of the day, Iran and North Korea. One has THE BOMB and the other apparently wants it. Why, you ask, should Iran want it? Well, to answer that one must first realize that the one who has THE BOMB will NEVER  be invaded by us. Thus, all those nations who have it can be a bit more reasonably assured of NOT being invaded by us. That could very well change as the Petro Dollar fades from prominence and the Chinese get even more financially powerful, oh and … become more aligned economically with the Russians. The Deep State puling Bolton and Pompeo’s strings may become too desperate to stand quietly in the wings.
The part of the Stone’s song about ‘How white my shirts could be but he can’t be a man cause he doesn’t smoke the same cigarettes as me’ is evident. In 1964, as is the case today, the media isbombarded with useless commercials repetitiously telling the suckers what to buy and use… even when they really do NOT need them! Of course today, with the FCC allowing more frequent and longer commercials, AND with Big Pharma saturating us with medical products and procedures that perhaps 55 years ago would NOT have even allowed in the marketplace… the mesmerizing is at the highest level ever!!!
This empire continually sells phony wars like soap. Yet, most of the populace buys it hook, line and sinker! They got the suckers to tie those yellow ribbons on trees and on car stickers when we illegallyattacked Iraq the first time around. They gave their phony war the name Desert Storm and had many of our soldiers come home with what they called Gulf War Syndrome.
Was it from the myriad of injections the military pumped into the men before we landed, or was it more ominous from the clouds of (????) that our weapons systems caused those men to inhale in the desert winds? Either way, the truth of it all was that both gulf wars were about oil and control of the Middle East by our empire… period! If the fools who kept (and keep) supporting those who lead this war machine actually studied the real history about Saddam Hussein, they would find out that he was our empire’s gangster. Matter of fact, it was our CIA that actually put this guy in power originally! When he stopped following orders 100% (like with his dispute with Kuwait over oil drilling, and… history shows that Kuwait was most likely angle drilling Iraqi oil) Saddam had to go. Oh , wait! No, not yet in 1991. They kept him in power, just caged him a bit, so as to keep his country from becoming another fanatical Islamic nightmare, and keeping the Kurds in check – a people who had been getting **** by Turkey and Iraq for generations.  
After going through the worst foreign policy decision (War on Iraq 2) since the Vietnam debacle, the Neo Cons who run things (controlling both political parties) gave us the Libya disgrace under Obama and Mrs. Clinton, plus the Syrian misadventure begun under those two and followed up by this carnival barker president. All I can say is ” I (still) Can’t Get No Satisfaction”.
Philip A Farruggio is a contributing editor for The Greanville Post. He is also frequently posted on Global Research, Nation of Change, World News Trust and Off Guardian sites. He is the son and grandson of Brooklyn NYC longshoremen and a graduate of Brooklyn College, class of 1974. Since the 2000 election debacle Philip has written over 300 columns on the Military Industrial Empire and other facets of life in an upside down America. He is also host of the ‘It’s the Empire… Stupid ‘ radio show, co produced by Chuck Gregory. Philip can be reached at paf1222@bellsouth.net.



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Al -
We have an outside chance of hitting a pretty significant milestone this fundraising quarter: 1 million donors to our campaign.
Last time, we didn’t reach that number until shortly before the Iowa Caucus. And that was faster than any campaign in history.
This time, we could do it even faster. And as a donor to our campaign, you can play a huge role in making that happen, Al.
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