62×22.5″ Acrylic on Weathered Plywood. Detail below


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STATUE BY Linda Bergkvist
PHOTOGRAPH BY A.D.
Anytime you want babe, you can come around
But only six days separates me and the great Top End
I been working hard, twelve hours a day
And the money I saved won’t buy my youth again
I’m goin’ for the heat babe, and the tropical rain
In a place where no man’s puttin’ on the dog for me
I’m waitin’ on the weekend, set o’ brand new tyres
And back in Bow River’s just where I want to be
Listen now to the wind, babe
Listen now to the rain
Feel that water lickin’ at my feet…
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I will be posting these for each of the 55 days of Occupy Philly on Dilworth Plaza, from October 6, 2011 to November 30, the night of our eviction.
To view all posts to date, click: 55 Days of Occupy Philly.
Monday
10/10 Day 5
96 tents last night. Encampment still clean and orderly.
Tuesday
10/11/11
6:00 PM Day 6
Clouds closing over.
Facilitators meeting (went to training at 4:00). Blanket stolen yesterday—discovered when I went to my matt to sleep.horns and chants
Process unchanged.
10/12/11
Wednesday Day 7
Leave for KWH in 5 min. Jerome Rothenberg. Took late evening & ½ dy off for R&R. Facilitated Porta Potty proposal at GA last day.
Slept till 7:30 this morning.
Straightened & organized writing space & computer table. Working out schedule to give time to read and write.
Lucky 13
10:00 PM – one glass of wine—try to get up at 5:00 AM—gonna be a long day. Maybe not. I’m really tired & the food group seems to be managing. Gil worked for a while there today. I bottom-lined the GA. Light rain at first—when it began to come down hard we moved to the Friend’s Center. Met in the 1515 Cherry Street Meeting house.Jerome Rothenberg looks so stern in his photos—a dear sweet man in person. Began the reading with a soda-can-rattle—chanting an Amer-Indian song.
Thursday
10/13/11 One weekGlass towers lost in fog … searching for facilitation so many cops today red arm bands announce civility(?) Affairs of state bear arms A quarter to 12 (noon not midnight) and still no sign no final word no end in sight7:55 PM
Temple Center City.. poetry. (across 15th Street) I left the GA early—a contentious issue coming up on the agenda. I’ll have to find out what happened tomorrow. I can’t find words for how tired I am. While waiting for the facilitation meeting, I lay down on one of the wet marble benches—on my back, and fell asleep almost as soon as I closed my eyes. Hallucinate half-dreams. Poetry. I needed a break—not sure I can stay awake.After the reading I went back across the street. They were only beginning to vote on the response to the City’s second ‘liaison’ proposal – 7 amendments. Three hour GA, not over till 10:00
View GALLERY HERE.8×8″ watercolor, ink (Sold)
Source: Savage Shapes
These paintings are WONDERFUL! I shy away from figurative work–as I have no interest in representational styles, but these painting unleash a flood of ideas–how I might go about this in my own way.
Art that makes me want to make art — the BEST kind!
I will be posting these for each of the 55 days of Occupy Philly on Dilworth Plaza, from October 6, 2011 to November 30, the night of our eviction.
To view all posts to date, Click 55 Days of Occupy Philly.
10/8/11 Day 3. No journal entry,
but an article, CBS News
Notice the quotes around “Occupy Philadelphia,” and “Occupy Wallstreet”
and photos from CK1 Photography
March through Center City, in the Metro
Sunday Day 4
5:35 PM
10/9/11 The drum circle begins. The end of my nap. /with a break for the General Assembly they’ll keep it going till midnight. 75 tents last night—a new row of them in front of City Hall. The Occupation gradually expanding, spreading out across Dilworth Plaza. 22nd day for OWS. Cut back hours on Food Working Group—exhausted. Try to do the morning pre-breakfast set up—6:45. Hope I can keep it up after it gets cold & I have to sleep at home. This will be my 4th night. I wake each morning wondering whether I can do another day. I walk through the camp in the pre-dawn dark.Last night’s GA – fragmented—sound problems with the speakers and the people’s mic—those speaking more than usual—who didn’t know how to project their voices. The sound system drives people away from the speaker creating a physical disconnect. Too many there unfamiliar with the process—or the discipline required to make it work
The people’s mic more than a substitute for amplification-it’s a marvelous learning tool.
I sign my name: Jacob Spirit Stick… so people here will know where/how to find me.
Pale blue sky between glass towers. Two men play chess—argue whether our electoral system can be saved. The Food station well staffed now—and has overhead canopies. There was a scramble to move to the North, along JFK. People blocking traffic dropping off supplies.
Finally arranged a pick-up for the foam. Medical emergency truck pulls up on Broad in front of /city Hall—take a gurney from the back, head north on Dilworth Plaza. A fight between two old men. Plain clothes cops locked one up, says a toothless man standing near by. The rescue team takes a man who’s lying on the ground. It’s unseasonably warm. Winter looms.
Goby's Journal
10/7/15
What?
Because I'm a bad speller?
because the spells I cast
no one believes
least of all, me?
Then let them grow!
let them roar on two wheels
like the boys on our street
in the shade of trees
with strange names
& bitter fruit
not even the squirrels will touch
they hide the seeds -- the seeds refuse
to give themselves to the earth
the dark earth beneath our feet --
concrete, asphalt covered earth
no spell will flower
no spell can hope to rain
no spell can hope to rain
The photo –because Singapore represents a particularly frightening form of alien dystopia for me.
I suggest reading this in conjunction with Deleuze & Guattari: The Eternal Return of Accelerating Capital, posted on Alien Ecologies.
A right-wing politics for the coming century is taking shape. And it’s not slowing down.
by Park MacDougald September 28, 2015
More generally, critics of capitalism have often argued that it is an inhuman system, and that our task is to somehow subject it to our collective political will. If we don’t, it will destroy us all. Land agrees that this is the issue at hand, but sides with capitalism nonetheless. And if “the Cathedral” is the name for attempts to throw the emergency brake on the capitalist machine, Land’s neoreaction is a sort of secular Satanism, effectively suggesting that it would be better to just end it all anyway. Or – perhaps most frightening – that we no longer even have a choice. As the sci-fi author and artist Doug Coupland recently put it in the FT:
The darkest thought of all may be this: no matter how much politics is applied to the internet and its attendant technologies, it may simply be far too late in the game to change the future. The internet is going to do to us whatever it is going to do, and the same end state will be achieved regardless of human will. Gulp.
Read the rest HERE.