55 Days of Occupy Philly: Days 45, 46. Action at Wells Fargo

November 19
Day 45
Weather 54 – 30

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.

images
Time out for jail time. Direct action at Wells Fargo. 15 hours overnight jail time, a few winks of sleep.

Hours of meditation to pass the time

and singing

…went to the rich man’s house

Saturday Day 46
11/19/11
Weather 55 – 40
Marchers went to another location as diversion. Fourteen of us entered the bank at 4:00–as customers. Did a Mic-check, started our teach-in.

Held up our Foreclosure Notice!

eviction wells fargo 001

Arrested at 6:00, taken to the Round House by 6:30 PM. Released at 9:30 this morning—so 17 hours, 15 in the cell. 36 hours virtually no sleep. Facilitated CoCo, got a SKYPE capapable mobile phone on long term loan. GA voted to ask legal to send the permit (application sent by Cigy) with amendment that they permit tents, food warmers, & no end date. Not a change they’ll accept. The pizza smells good. No money after paying for a pint of beer.
_________ got out in one piece. Held separate from the rest. We were worried.

     Friday November 25, 2011 -- Arrest at Wells Fargo
     He loves you ...  
                ...Kate
     tents moving in the night
     camp ashambles by morning

     assisted into the white van      watch
     your head, the tile floors, concrete, pink painted
     bars -- world beyond our reach

     graffiti

     coin-scratched on cell walls
     twice            I love you Kate

     sit on the floor chanting
     knowing
     their sins 

     are ours -- unstoppable

     a new world awaits us, Kate!

     black coats, orange arm bands

            …  the writing's on the wall

Later, there were sleep-ins outside the bank
images

We made street theater

…and after a being found guilty the first trial, a jury found us not guilty the second… on grounds of exposing an evil greater than the harm done by the sit-in/teach in.

485031_322917421144465_243072929_n

55 Days of Occupy Philly: day 43, Thomas Paine fiasco, rumors of eviction

11/16/11 Day 43
Weather -54 – 39 Rain
images

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.

5:15 Friend’s Center.
CoCo, It would take days lying on a beach in the sun to bake the weariness out of my bones.

Larry just came in—an announcement from the city that start of construction was “imminent,” that people would be coming tomorrow morning to relocate the homeless.
There won’t be much construction—mid-winter. Read “removal” is imminent.

Move – 24 to 48 hours—
anytime between tomorrow afternoon and Friday afternoon—if it happens at night, will be tomorrow (Thursday) night. Speculation: a daylight move perhaps possible—Ramsey putting a good face on his assault — to distinguish Philadelphia from other cop actions?
I will facilitate the interfaith proposal.

Fantasize – a council, planning for an invasion from outer space.

Legal Collective: no raid tonight.
Pat Gilespia –Phila Building Trades—expressed solidarity with us.
AFL-CIO, same, but if we impede construction, will have to step back.

     Pink banner folds 
     billows gently wind-blown  -- unreadable
     There is no Way to Peace
     multi-colored tents row on row
     multi-colored green 
     tarps
     circle below the spiral stair spattered
     with pigeon shit—all of this must go
     the tall man lurching as he walks bends
     stops bellows & moves on –
     MEDIC red cross – INFORMATION
     table empty now—daily schedule blank – wheel chair – WATER
     Please Sanitize Hands – rain soaked
     slabs of cardboard, plastic forks, spoons
     orange plastic buckets
           IMMINENT 
               … left undefined, the end game
     has always been in progress –
     playing out from before it all began
     Boycott Everything	 -- Shut the City Down
     -- the city – whose city – whose city
     bikes chained to railing—flag, U.S Marines
     ARMY –shirts – wave their arms LABOR
     & FACILITATION side 
     by side –hula hoops lean on SAFETY

GA in the Friend Center after Occupy Together meeting
–after a 2:00 afternoon discussion about what to do—given the notice to vacate fliers posted around the camp—at 9:00 we had to leave the Friend’s Center, continued the GA in the usual place in front of city hall—but no lights no mic— -back to people’s mic… past 10:00 before we came to a decision—to move across JFK, with a call for help from unions—whose support was tied to not blocking the fucking construction scheduled for the plaza… caught the police off guard—-hadn’t expected us to move after the Nov 11 decision—but no go. Told to go back—after dismantling the food station, carrying some of the tents across the street.
Carry them back.

Total clusterfuck.

Another discussion

——
I’m writing this blind—the poor light (Lucky 13) & left my reading glasses at home.
A fiasco—but leaves us with all the chips. The city blew its moral advantage—all ours now. We showed solidarity with the unions, we complied (or tried) with the city’s request to move–

& they chased us back

images

55 Days of Occupy Philly, Day 41

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.

11/14/11
Day 41
Weather 67 – 56

images

1:35 PM The Occupy press conference responded to the mayor—very strong. How much gets on the news—who knows. This was a skirmish in the battle to control the narrative.

A gorgeous day!

1:46 AM Raiding Zuccotti Park now – on livestream.

Destroyed all personal & community property. Tossed in a dumpster.

3:09 AM … arrests coming soon

23K watching livefeed from all over the world.

Dragging people off one by one… Allegra? How many people are there?
[blank] Allegra? [blank] Allegra….

Monday November 14, 2011
Day 41
We hear them...
     ...the machines

     of power, the Mayors don their armor

     Portland, St. Louis, Oakland, New York… 
     Darth Vaders by the

           score

                    one!

                              for the 1%

     can't they hear ?
     the hour glass -- the sand
     beneath               
                        the pillars

     totter

     to plastic pail drums --

     old Joshua's trumpets
     sound

     the living & the dead parade
     
                           surround 

images

     a thousand City Halls!

55 Days of Occupy Philly: Days 39, 40 — 99% chant wears thin…

11/12/11
Day 39
Weather 62-41
images
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.
Most of the day fielding email–______ at CoCo, making an effort to behave… sort of. He wants to go to facilitation training. Not capable of keeping opinions to himself or calling out (hand signal) “point of process” when his only point of process is his disagreement with what someone has said. What it amounts to—a desire to make process work to support his opinion & deny those of any who don’t agree. We’re going to have to work through this shit.
This has been… difficult, yes, but a satisfying challenge—a challenge that’s been a test of faculties not much called on for a long time. Twelve years in front of a class room helped. And a more secure sense of myself as a poet, that I’ve won for myself the freedom to shed the last vestige of the need to appear ‘normal.’ … to be what other’s want, or what I might imagine others to want of me.

Sunday Day 40
November 13, 2011
Weather 71 – 54
11:09 AM Dreams of sailfish & sharks in the Outlet at Bass Lake. Occupation. Disorientation. Meeting at 3:00 Reading Terminal. 5:30, Reading at Giovani’s Room. Too dangerous to swim in the ocean. Occupy web correspondence till 1:15. Read –GA –Prepare my story, “Freedom Arms” for submission.

Nate believes it’s possible to work with politicians. Talks too long—shouldn’t facilitate. I hope he finds an opening for his dream of an experimental farm.

Walked from City Hall to 2nd, North to Brown, met the Occupy Wall Street marchers & escorted them back. One who walked the 90 miles barefoot. Escorted by cops there and back. Taunted by hipsters watching us pass. Food ready for the marchers when we arrived… and news of the attack and destruction on the Zuccotti camp.

images

images

images

The 99% mantra works as an invitation to the Big Tent, but as a facade of unity it is dangerously misleading.

Nutter’s news conference—he “doesn’t want confrontation” but says that the Occupation has changed, the “leaders” have changed… not so veiled threats.

There are many of the 99%, not just the police, who will fight us, who will try to destroy us, many who simply don’t understand how to transition from a hierarchical culture, who use intimidation to grasp for attention & power and work to undermine and betray the movement… sometimes with the best intentions. Others who are too intimidated by the prospect of disapprobation by authority figures whose smiles and vague promises make them forget whose interests they serve, forget that no matter how ‘nice’ a mayor or police chief might be, they are inexorably bound up in an essentially undemocratic power structure that exists primarily for the benefit of the few at the expense of the many.

Let’s not be overly distressed that when Authority begins to frown, many will scuttle to what they believe to be safety, many will turn their backs on us, others will seek to push us toward a defensive authoritarian response to the perceived threat.

What we have done is already part of history and they cannot destroy what has begun here–not from above, not from within.

Mayor Nutter said in his news conference that Occupy Philly had changed. That the “leaders” had changed. What he meant was, there is no select few who stand apart from the people and pretend to speak for us in our stead, who can be manipulated, cajoled, used for their own ends.

Let’s not be fooled. His complaint acknowledges that we’re making a difference. That’s why they will eventually try to destroy us–no matter where we move.

55 Days of Occupy Philly: Days 31, 32… and a Wedding!

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.

Saturday Day 31
11/5/11
Weather 53 – 36
Anne-Adelle’s reading was wonderful. Came back full of wine and humus—to K-Mart for socks and briefs & a sweatshirt—back to city Hall—much encouraged by the discussions.

Sunday Day 32
11/6/11
Weather 56 – 35

Email from Plan-B Press this morning—they want to publish City of Crows as a chapbook, Spring of 2012.
Fucking Ron Paulers moved their black box ‘tent’ across JFK, set it up on the Municipal Service Bldg plaza. Talked into agreeing to have a team of Occupiers move it back before a confrontation. They pitch signs on NE corner of plaza—free advertising—don’t take part in any working groups, don’t go to GA. Fucking Ayn Randers.

And a Wedding!

images

images

images

images

Tents multiply at night… 
…  Wedding celebration
	Adam 
	bites the apple      
		slice
of sky over Market Street
livestreaming 

flights of pigeons, Labor’s head
shackled in cardboard stocks

a plea from Food
for cooking pans, tent thieves, yellow jackets
starving & angry
cigarette in hand – matchless

beauty of passing clouds
leaning tent of socialism
tremor beneath the pavement
passing subway electronic 

devices bring a price
in the underground economy
transit – transition – trains 
to nowhere

Mid-Day Music Mayhem

images

Making Art is a Public Act

images

Making art is a public act. The distinction between private and public art is false. As false as the capitalist idea of the private, autonomous individual. All art is public art.

I know that what I do—out of the deepest reserves of my being, appears, as I appear, as a distillation of the worlds of which I am made, of which I but a focal point—unique in my becoming, as each person is unique in their becoming—but does not, and could not exist apart and separate from that ecological fabric, any more than I could exist apart from my body.

The body of my being is not limited to this biological body (itself, a complex biome, a multiplicity of organisms, unique in its ever changing configurations), and is not a thing in a world of things, but a thing of that world of things, interfused with and never without them.

What I make, I make together–make unique, together. The fabric of the world of which I am a part comes together in my becoming, in the becoming of my art. A public act from the convergence of the world in and through my becoming.

The world I inhabit, and which lives through me—defines, controls, dominates—in its decadent, disintegrating, violent, suicidal late capitalist form. As an artist, I find no escape from the suffocating falsity, the ersatz poisonous lie that goes by the name of “success.” Showing in galleries. Selling to wealthy oligarchs for their private pleasures. I can reject all that, but it will shape me nonetheless, shape what I do, as much through its negative power as it would were I to embrace it. This is so, because there is no place in this world for art, except on its terms, in its control. Making art—being an artist, then, outside the systems and institutions that are that place, means living no place. No place to stand. Invisible, as one without public being.

You want to make this about money? …the problem of how to earn a living, how to support one’s art—and it certainly is that—but in a world where money, is not the means of existence, but existence itself (look at those living on the streets—how they do not exist in the eyes of passersby!)… in such a world, the problem of how to earn a living is but the surface—doesn’t come close to defining it.

One who rejects the false “success,” will come to understand that there is no other. That one has no alternative but to accept the unacceptable: to live and work as a failure. To make a failed art. An art that has no public being, because the public where it might exist, where the outsider artist might exist, doesn’t exist. Or doesn’t yet exist.

There is the romantic myth—of the individual who exists of and for his, or her, or their self alone. But that’s only another fabrication—a part of the capitalist lie. Because Making art is a public act. The distinction between private and public art is false. As false as the capitalist idea of the private, autonomous individual. All art is public art.

55 Days of Occupy Philly: Days 28, 29, 30

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.

images

11/2/11 Day 28
Wednesday I took the day off—first full day away from Liberty Plaza. 10 poems now—Songs of Occupation.

Uneasy sleep last night. Hope a day off will help.

Have to go to the bank, withdraw money—deposit in the credit union. Go to ACME to pick up a prescription. Go to a luncheon at KWH for Alice Notley (she was WONDERFUL!).
6:00 Occupy Together meeting.

For every cruel & stupid act—a replicate breaks off, a puppet demon returns to haunt.

Scold Boy—who cries out in the words of his accusers.

	Shame Boy—his near twin. 
	Sexer – sees with animal eyes
	& merges in age with X-man

		Praise Monkey

images

Wednesday November 2, 2011 
    Uneasy dreams... ... a call for bail  
             arrests at Comcast -- waiting 
    for release 
         plastic tarps -- 
         collapsed 
         broken lines 
         mattress drenched from Sunday's rain 
         
         balancing paper plates 
         of beans & rice 
               they watch us 

         the others     the others 
         coming home from work passing through 
       
         careful – careful … 
         not to soil their shoes

images

11/3/11
Day 29
Someone stole light & sound from the Tech tent—we did it in the dark with people’s mic – a good GA.

At Robins – no time to time my reading—busy till the last minute. The hand printed broadside of my poem will be beautiful when it’s framed.

Awful… I got on the train at Walnut—realized I’d left 20 broadsides—wrapped in brown paper—on the bench. Got off, Northbound train came right away—got back less than 10 minutes passed… gone. So I realized no money from this at all—and don’t even have a copy of the broadside.

Good news—the proposal to refuse to move was tabled—a long discussion, no decision.

The reading went well.

November 3, 2011
Not only what is here – hear     see …
… what our senses seize

    tenacious

in the will to know

glass towers     flocks of pigeons
lurch & sway of traffic

remembering

all the springs we missed

asleep 
the smallest flower 
on the forest floor

its seeds entombed – in centuries

wakened by a shirt of flame 

one among others – feathers
disheveled – foot clenched in premature rigor mortis

             even to itself

searching for food
at our feet – balancing

paper plates – brushing
crumbs – commodities 

exchanged

20 yards of linen = one coat

as a general rule – x Marks the spot
warm wool socks
are Capital

blankets 

valuable as gold

images

Accelerate Manifesto

images

Read the Whole Manifesto Here! Posted on Critical Legal Thinking – Law and the Political

03: MANIFEST: On the Future

1. We believe the most important division in today’s left is between those that hold to a folk politics of localism, direct action, and relentless horizontalism, and those that outline what must become called an accelerationist politics at ease with a modernity of abstraction, complexity, globality, and technology. The former remains content with establishing small and temporary spaces of non-​capitalist social relations, eschewing the real problems entailed in facing foes which are intrinsically non-​local, abstract, and rooted deep in our everyday infrastructure. The failure of such politics has been built-​in from the very beginning. By contrast, an accelerationist politics seeks to preserve the gains of late capitalism while going further than its value system, governance structures, and mass pathologies will allow.

55 Days of Occupy Philly: Day 22

October 27, 2011 Day 22
Thursday
Weather 64 – 42 Rain
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.
imgres

Candles windblown…
     … one to one
     each one a-flame, fingers 
     coated in wax
     our not so silent vigil

     tear gas wraps the little crowd
     gathered 

     where he lies black 
     
     jackets, masks
     helmets, trudgeons

     a continent away
     we see what they have done –
     our brother – Scott Olsen -- carried off

     across 15th Street 
     clouds of rain sweep the towers
     the lights we carry
     flicker & blow out

images

Youtube video of Scott Olson shooting

55 Days of Occupy Philly: Day 21

Wednesday
October 26, 2011
Weather
60 – 42 Partly cloudy

images

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.

Letter to City/State/Nation/World…Dear Ones …
     … among the stars, winding through back alleys
     boardrooms backyards fields plowed & fallow
     shattered glass we woke 

     last night we woke to a child’s cry
     to relieve ourselves     from dreams
     to the smell of smoke      to drums
     to helicopters in morning mist      to old men 
     foraging for rags and tobacco butts rich
     men setting the alarms lockstepping minds
     vaulting secret desires 

Dear World… 
     …last night we called 
     for clarifying questions, concerns of state amended 
     wings to woolen coats defied the northern wind 
     blew our tents like flags across the square, sang 
     songs unheard since the first
     king first 
     sent our children to slaughter our neighbors
     shackled our labor, heaped 
     wheat in towers while the people starved

Dear Wheeling Galaxies…
     … your billion sons & daughters
     on this speck of earth reclaim our commons
     throw off the shame of ownership, the prison state, release 
     love’s body, make all worlds 
     a home for all, hold 
     all in common – refuse!
     to end this song, refuse – to end
     this poem, this occupation – here
     begin again, here --
     here on the Commons of a thousand cities
     to begin again we rise, we rise again like 
     Adam in the garden of desire!

images