for nuclear victims remembrance day…
In the beginning, there was peace. Let there be
peace once again for Hiroshima, Nagasaki,
and the Marshall Islands. Let there be peace
for the Navajo and Shoshone Nations. Let there be
peace for Mororua, Fangataufa, Kirimati,
Maralinga, Amchitka, Montebello, and Malden.
Let there be peace for the downwinders,
from Guam to Utah to every irradiated ecology.
Let there be peace, truth, and healing
because there is no half-life of grief when
a loved one dies from radiation poisoning.
There is no half-life of sorrow when our children
inherit this toxic legacy, this genetic and
generational aftermath, this fission of worlds.
Let there be compassionate and just compensation
for our entire nuclear family. Let there be the safe
disposal of waste and the cleaning of abandoned mines.
Let there be the disarmament of the violent nucleus
within nations. Let there be a proliferation of peace
for our children. Let there be stories of creation
and not stories of annihilation. Let there be a sublime
peace that will illuminate their radiant futures.
all my Bay Area friends: I will be performing at the University of San Francisco on WEDNESDAY, MARCH 28 7:30 – 9:30 p.m. hope to see you there
“In fall 2018, the University of San Francisco will launch an Honors College that helps top students become global citizens equipped to meet the challenges of the 21st Century.
Please join us for this pre-launch event featuring a reading from USF alumnus Craig Santos Perez ’06, MFA in Writing.”
very cool to see the University of Toronto’s Center for Comparative Literature conference focusing on “The Ocean and the Seas.” one of the presentations addresses my work:
“Tha fhios gu bheil fàire / eile air fàire: Borders, boats, islands, oceans” Nathaniel Harrington (University of Toronto)
“[This paper examines] the relationships between islands, oceans and ocean travel, (physical) boats, and futurity in poems by Chamorro poet Craig Santos Perez, Māori poet Robert Sullivan, and Scottish Gaelic poet Caoimhin MacNèill. How do island poets use boats — integral to island life around the world — in their poetry? How is the ocean imagined not (or not solely) as a limit but as a space that can be traversed? What possibilities does the ocean — and travel thereon — afford these poets’ communities? Briefly: how do island poets use the space of the ocean, and boats as a means of travel over and within it, to imagine futures for marginalized and indigenous island communities and refuse dominant discourses that have rendered them both peripheral and futureless?
happy to share that our film-poem, “praise song for oceania,” will be screened at the Waiora Maori Film Festival in Aotearoa this year! about the festival:
“The festival screens feature films, short films, documentaries and multi-media art works all directed by Maori, written by Maori, or featuring people of Maori descent in an acting or documentary role.
Alongside the Maori programme, we have screened indigenous film works from all around the world. Indigenous film makers have travelled to the festival from such diverse destinations as Canada, Australia, United States, Mexico, Taiwan, the Philippines and Samoa.
Festival guests mix and mingle in a relaxed atmosphere with lots of time for kai and korero, continuous film screenings in our marae, with time out for hot pools and bush walks at neighbouring Morere.”
“Disarming a Nation”
can we be safe
our military commits
can we control
guns at home,
if our government
sells them abroad?
can we end
our toxic culture
if our country wages
can we disarm
if we don’t demilitarize
Nem Ran is the traditional food of Vietnam.
America plunged citizens deep into a new brand of madness. There was virtually no break from election madness. Right away, there was Trump madness. Fatigue hit soon after, and every other day gave new gravitas to the question: What fresh hell is this?
Did he really say that? Did he really do that? Do they honestly believe that? Can they do that? Well, I guess they can do that. Well, I guess they are going to do that, aren’t they?
There definitely were days, where it was too much to check in on the latest developments in the tragedy and farce known as the 45th Presidency of the United States.
It’s funny. Trump doesn’t believe in climate change. Or he acts like he doesn’t believe in climate change to excite his base and please the fossil fuel industry executives, who he is proud to serve. Hahahahaha. Or we could laugh, if the science wasn’t so damn terrifying.
Latest research suggests future impacts of warming were grossly underestimated. Extreme weather would not be possible without human-caused emissions. Arctic melting is worse than any time in recorded history. But yeah, we need some Global Warming so Trump can quit freezing his saggy ass off.
So easy it is to be despondent, but there are countless people, who will not let the squad of fiendish beings infesting the halls of power win by taking their eyes off the prize. They understand what it means to struggle and are in it for the long haul. They recognize Trump’s presidency is a speed bump on a winding path toward economic, environmental, racial, and social justice.
These are the people who give me hope. They initially stopped the travel ban in its tracks. They are willing to put their bodies on the line to stand up for undocumented immigrants facing deportation. They are willing to stand up to police, who engage in brutality. They are willing to fight against slave labor in U.S. prisons. They are willing to take direct action to disrupt the construction of oil and gas pipelines that will destroy land (often, it seems, sacred and belonging to indigenous people).
If we believe we do not have any power to stop any of this madness, then not only are we lying to ourselves about what we’re capable of accomplishing but we are also surrendering to dark forces.
On a much, much, much lighter note, I look forward to challenging myself in 2018 to accomplish more individually and through my media organization, Shadowproof.
I look forward to a 2018 with more opportunities to laugh and play, to find joy when it is needed most to anchor and keep from burning out.
I look forward to a 2018 with far more afflicting of the comfortable and a healthy amount of comforting the afflicted.
Thanks to everyone who supported my work this past year!
Onward to 2018!
[*Back to partying.]
AMY GOODMAN: —public schools remaining closed today after the state teachers’ union remained on strike over the high cost of health insurance. It was believed that the strike was ending yesterday, when Virginia Governor Jim Justice agreed to boost teacher salaries by 5 percent in the first year of a new contract, but the teachers said the deal wasn’t enough to offset skyrocketing premiums in the Public Employees Insurance Agency.
ARRRRRGGGGG! – I was comning home and thought I’d stop by my supermarket, PAVILIONS on Vine and Melrose, to pick up a 24 pack of Coke-Zero and then head on home for good. LITTLE DID I REALIZE…that the interior of the spacious Pavilions would be filled with wall-to-wall extras from just about every movie where people are rushing to the supermarket to get supplies that will last them until the crisis is over.
It’s just fucking New Year’s Eve, NOT The Zombie Apocalypse….motherfuckers. I bent down to retrieve my soda package and was promptly run over by a pretty brunette pushing her shopping cart. She had room, but there was another person a few yards down with a shopping cart filled with enough food to feed Biafra and I guess the pretty brunette was anticipating a collision so she used my ass as a through-way.
Now you must understand that there was nothing but sheer pandemonium all over the place…all I wanted was to get my Coke Zero and split.
I tried to get into one aisle that might have less panic so that I may walk through and get up to the cash registers….the nearest aisle had (among other things) two middle-aged women blocking it with their shopping carts and they seem to be blathering on about some socker mom type of thing. As I backed out and went up the next aisle I heard a gruff voice say…"WILL YOU PLEASE GET THOSE FUCKING CARTS OUT OF THE WAY!!!" Proving my point that if you wait a bit, someone will do your job for you.
By the time I got up to the registers there seemed to be less people, but that is probably because some of the shoppers had eaten the others.
Luckily in the line I was in, there was a couple with a small bunch of stuff and….ONE LITTLE OLD CHINESE GUY WITH ONE ITEM. Then me. The couple was waited on, their stuff bagged and they were out of there. Then the little old Chinese guy.
The cashier recognized the little old man as a Mr. Woo (or something) and proceeded to chat him up at length. He smiled at everything she said, showing teeth that looked like graveyard stones in an abandoned cemetery. He kept saying…"Yeah….yeah…." I wondered how much of the cashier’s verbal intercourse he understood. HE HAD ONE ITEM!!!!! ONE!!!!
So as not to make this vlog go on like it’s something Herman Melville had written I got out of there and am now in my underwear at home, continuing my Three Stooges marathon. Looking for something else? See the list of lowes promotion code 20 off, sale and weekly ad and more. Shop now!