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Thursday, November 27, 2008

singing the apocalypse

[as promised, the poem i read at Poetic Intentions, based on 53 songs]
[spacing, line breaks & indentation ain't the way i want it, so be it]
[the youtube links seem to go to the wrong songs at times, damn blogger...sources are after the poem]

kick at the darkness till it
bleeds daylight


we learn
new dances
like the nuclear bomb


i've got a feeling from
the floor boards up


was on the in side
when they pulled
the four walls
down


war, children
just a shot away

tonight's fallen angles
wait for us in the street

the ice age is coming

the shrieking of nothing is killing

the sun is zooming in

the blue bus is calling

you say to me
it's only
superstition


no says the planet
as it starts to weep


hearts are break
ing from the
disease of conceit


the man
in the mo on
went ho me
the river went dry


and on the high
way of regret the wind
is blowing wild
and free


still this pulsing night
a plague i call a heartbeat

i stand up next to
a mountain chop it down
with the edge
of my hand

i lost my way
do you symphathise


sirens are caught
through side streets
and the alleyway like a star


exploding milk
blood to keep from running out


this much madness
is too much sorrow


i know how Joan
of Arc felt as the flames rose


i light my purest candle
close to my window

i could sleep
for a thousand years


there's a city in my mind

a circus or a
sewer


in blood and death beneath
a screaming sky

i lie
on the ground

search through
one inch thoughts


now i've freezing hands
and bloodless veins

the taste is not so
sweet

how
i
wish
i
was
unliving
here


if i could make
the world as pure
and strange
as what
i see

it's the terror of knowing
what this world is about


those children try to change
aware of what they're going through


the wind
blows an invocation

goes right through you

whether there's any type of god


into the blue again

after the money's gone

i'm not supposed to say

your eyes are edged with tears

i'm thinking about empty motion

some background noise

take my song from a withered limb

i lost my shape trying to act casual

i've been breaking glass again

would rather be anywhere else
today


is there concrete all around
or is it in my head


i've been waiting so long
to be where i'm going


under the rocks and stones
there is water


i like my town
with a little drop
of poison

here's your ticket
pack your bag
time for jumping
overboard

i'll sleep in this place
with the lonely crowd
where the shadows
run from themselves


you are receding

i'm guided
by a signal a ship's
smoke on the horizon


you're only coming
through in waves
i can't hear
what you're saying


here's a little ghost
for the offering


there's nothing left
but sorrow and a sense
of overtime


i need that vagueness now

i've had some
time to
think
and watch
the sun
sink like
a stone


Sources
1. Lovers in a dangerous time, Bruce Cockburn, Stealing Fire, 1984
2. Night Clubbing, Iggy Pop, The Idiot, 1977
3. I Will Follow U2, Boy, 1980
4. From the Floorboards Up, Paul Weller, As Is Now, 2005
5. Gimme Shelter, Rolling Stones, Let It Bleed, 1969
6. Drive All Night, Bruce Springsteen, The River, 1980
7. London Calling, The Clash, London Calling, 1979
8. Ashes to Ashes, David Bowie, Scary Monsters, 1980
9. The End, The Doors, The Doors, 1967
10. Only Superstition, Coldplay, Brothers and Sisters, 1999
11. The Rider Song, Nick Cave, the Proposition, 2005
12, Disease of Conceit, Bob Dylan, Oh Mercy, 1989
13. Under the Red Sky, Bob Dylan, Under the Red Sky, 1990
14. Make You Feel My Love, Bob Dylan, Time out of Mind, 1997
15. Putting out the Fire, David Bowie, Cat People, 1982 ; Let’s Dance, 1983
16. Voodoo Child, Jimi Hendrix, Electric Laydland, 1968
17. Rescue, Echo and the Bunnymen, Crocodiles, 1980
18. Anger as Beauty, Hawksley Workman, Lover/Fighter, 2003
19. Angel of Harlem, U2, Rattle and Hum, 1988
20. the Needle and the Damage Done, Neil Young, Harves, 1972
21. Down by the River, Neil Young and Crazy Horse, Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere, 1969
22. Bigmouth Strikes Again, The Smiths, the Queen is Dead, 1986
23. Morning Glory, Tim Buckley, Goodbye and Hello, 1967
24. Venus in Furs, Velvet Underground and Nico, 1967
25. Coney Island Baby, Lou Reed, Coney Island Baby, 1976
26. A Pair of Brown Eyes, the Pogues, Rum, Sodomy and the Lash, 1985
27. Sons of the Silent Age, David Bowie, Heroes, 1977
28. Sex Crime, Eurythmics, 1984 (For the Love of Big Brother), 1984
29. I Wish I Was the Moon, Neko Case, Blacklisted, 2002
30. Changes, David Bowie, Hunky Dory, 1971
31. Pale Blue Eyes, Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground, the Velvet Underground, 1969
32. Under Pressure, David Bowie and Queen, Hot Space, 1981
33. So Real, Jeff Buckley, Grace, 1994
34. Fairy Tale of New York, the Pogues, If I Should Fall from Grace with God, 1987
35. I Feel Like the Mother of the World, Smog, A River Ain’t Too Much Love, 1985
36. Once in a Lifetime/ 37. Houses in Motion, Talking Heads, Remain in Light, 1980
38. 19th Nervous Breakdown, Rolling Stones, The Aftermath, 1966
39. Radio Ga Ga, Queen, the Works, 1984
40. By the rivers dark, Leonard Cohen, Ten New Songs, 2001
41. Breaking Glass, David Bowie, Low, 1977
42. Oliver’s Army, Elvis Costello, Armed Forces, 1979
43. All the young dudeds, Mott the Hoople, All the Young Dudes, 1972
44. Sunshine of Your Love, Cream, Disraeli Gears, 1967
45. Little Drop of Poison, Tom Waits, Orphans, Brawlers, Bruisers and Bastards, 2006
46. Burning down the house, Talking Heads, Speaking in Tongues, 1983
47. White Room, Cream, Wheels of Fire, 1968
48. Comfortably Numb, Pink Floyd, the Wall, 1979
49. First We Take Manhattan, Leonard Cohen, I’m Your Man, 1998 (sang by Jennifer Warnes, Famous Blue Raincoat 1987)
50. Man on the Moon, REM, Automatic for the People, 1992
51. Closing Time, Leonard Cohen, the Future, 1992
52. Diamonds and Rust, Joan Baez, Diamonds and Rust, 1975
53. the Long Ride Home, Patti Griffin, A Kiss in Time, 2003

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Poetic Intentions this eve

at the Avant Garde, 135.5 Besserer, 8pm
open mic
theme: Words and Music

the series was started by Tiah Akse a while back, maybe over a year ago? i dunno time flies.
the idea was to have an open mic based on a theme, hence the intentions part. if i know anything about open mics, i know that not everyone necessarily deals with the theme, but that’s usually standard op procedure.

it takes place on the last tuesday of the month. given the upcoming holidaze tonight’s the last one of the year. another reason to come out and play.

I haven’t been to Poetic Intentions before, but the theme of words and music gave me an idea for a poem. that and listening to Andrew Faulkner read from his cento “Found: The Smell of Gas" from his chapbook "Useful Knots and How To Use Them" (Emergency Response Unit, 2008)…

so i went thru a bunch of song lyrics from songs that i like and strung them together into a poem called Singing the Apocalypse. i’m planning on reading it tonight. most of the songs are vintage oldies, but i have a few from this century too. it’s not really a cento; i used 99 song lines or i broke a few lines into numerous parts; i used 56 songs. i had to make a few tiny changes at times. the whole thing made me muse on lyrics vs poetry. is there a versus?

can lyrics be poetry? i’d have to say yes, given writers like Leonard Cohen and Bob Dylan. for the purposes of turning lyrics into a poem by me was the challenge though. i didn’t change content too much, i deleted the occasional word, changed a verb tense here or there, eliminated some of the typical repetition of the lyric, kept the rhymes internal rather than end, chose samples based on the cadence of the poem i was writing.

if you come out and you guess one of the songs, who knows? i might just buy you a drink.

i’ll post the poem up and the edits later also the playlist from the poem 

Monday, November 17, 2008

Bookthug Fall Launch Party in Toronto

Tuesday, November 18, 2008 @ 7:30pm
the SuperMarket, 268 Augusta Ave.
(Kensington Market)


Victor Coleman, Amanda Earl, Philip Quinn, Mark Goldstein, Paul Hegedus, Steven Zultanski

For those of you who are out of town, you can catch the launch via live webstream here:
(but i think you have to sign up for it ahead of time)

by the way, the wonderful poster was designed by Winged Beast Outfitters


Sunday, November 16, 2008

Eva’s Threepenny Theatre by Andrew Steinmetz

Got a chance to hear Andrew Steinmetz read from this book at the Ottawa International Writers Festival last month and snapped up the book from the Nicholas Hoare Books table. The book is a combination of fiction and memoir. It is the story of Eva, Steinmetz’s great aunt, who had performed in the first workshop performance of Bertolt Brecht’s Threepenny Opera in 1928.

The author/narrator conducts a series of interviews with Eva and also receives letters and has conversations with other members of the family and those close to her; this means that there are several layers of reporting in the book: Eva’s words as she tells them, her words as he reports them from the tape recorder he is using and the words of others who tell the author/narrator about Eva. There is also the mingling of Steinmetz's own life in the book.

Part of the book portrays a moment in history when people of Jewish origins were targeted and forced to escape from Germany or be put in camps.

There is something exceptionally precise and effective about Steinmetz’s use of language. For instance, in this excerpt, Eva and her siblings dwell on the grotesque and take a kind of pleasure in something that also upsets them. Here is Eva’s portrayal of her mother, who was bedridden:

“For the children there was certainly nothing more fantastic and strange than to have the kind of mother we could imagine. She was our captive, tangled under the sheets, chained to the bedpost, she stirred her blankets in bed. Mutti was stuck. On her pillow the head lay, browned, like the top of a wooden spoon, a face, features burnt, black on the sides. She was stuck with a poisonous sack, a full belly. And there was an odour. Her dying spread through the house, room to room. She leaked into the walls. Terrific, we whispered to each other, Just amazing. . The children never walked by the door to her room alone. We went two by two.”

The stories of Eva’s life are authentic and memorable, such as her bringing an artificial arm in to school because she and her classmates were forced to hold up their arms while the teacher tried to teach concentration. These little details show Eva’s and others efforts to live in an era where authorities were bent on control and supression. Yet there is art in the book, the theatre and experimentalism, fighting against the suppression. There is Eva, telling her story.

In the book there are glimpses into the theatre of the avant-garde; the personas of Brecht and Kurt Weil appear in the book, but in an almost nonchalant way as Eva describes them. The book doesn’t concern itself overly with the actual play; it’s there but only as one part of Eva’s threepenny theatre, because Eva didn’t get that much of a chance to act in it. Her decisions were not her. Her brother and her father, then her husband tried to keep her under glass. This is one of the tragedies of her story for me. She was a fascinating woman; her voice as depicted by the author, is strong and original. Yet she wasn’t allowed to express it as a young woman. In this book Andrew Steinmetz brings her voice and her personality to life for those of us who didn’t experience her.

One of the things that often annoys me in the current climate is the nonsense about appropriation of voice, that an author shouldn’t be writing in a voice other than his own, cannot cross gender boundaries for example. In this case Steinmetz does an excellent job of ensuring that Eva gets an opportunity to speak, by acting as her medium, by letting his narrator, who is really him, or perhaps a version of him, act as medium. This is where Steinmetz excels. By the end of the book, I did feel as though I had gotten to know Eva and the troubled era of Germany between wars, and the consequences.

I can’t help drawing a small parallel between this book and Rob Winger’s long poem Muybridge’s Horse (Nightwood Editions, 2007). Both books deal with the main character through the use of numerous voices; both have at issue the accuracy of reporting history.

Eva’s Threepenny Theatre is an unusual book, one that will leave you with the sound of her voice, the tape recorder still running.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

at the ottawa small press fair today

wet people bought copies of chapbooks from AngelHousePress, Bywords, the Onion Union, Black Bile Press, pooka press and more. and that was just at the Bywords table. most fondled chapbook: some assembly required, pooka press. most purchased: Ursula – my new little chapbook.

stuff i bought this time:

three chapbooks from the Emergency Response Unit by Andrew Faulkner, Marcus McCann and Leigh Nash; they had a very sensible bulk pricing policy. Andrew and Leigh are current selectors for Bywords and Marcus used to be. good to see that they’re so involved in small press shenanigans.

Re: Readings, An Anthology edited by Max Middle for the post mod conference Robert Stacey of U of O put on back in May. Dennis Cooley, Fred Wah, Frank Davey and more!

Bowl Brawl by Nathaniel G. Moore (Conundrum Press, 2005), a great read judging from Friday night’s excerpt at the pre-small press fair reading.

postcards with graphic comics by Kim Houang, a recent new Ottawa resident from Vancouver. hope she stays around. she’s a talented artist.

i also had some great conversations with old friends and new at the fair and at the post reading after bit at the James St. Pub. i love the small press fair; it’s where i developed my addiction to both buying and making chapbooks.

Mario Jamal, the editor of the local magazine, the Sparrow, asked me what the attraction to chapbooks was and I had no real answer. they’re just kinda fun, flexible and independent. they appeal to my rebellious, fuck mainstream nature.

there are a bunch more fairs taking place in November, including the Meet The Presses Indie Literary Market organized by the dynamic collective of Gary Barwin, Paul Dutton, Maria Erskine, Ally Fleming, Beth Follett, Maggie Helwig, Leigh Nash, Nicholas Power, and Stuart Ross. It will take place on Saturday, November 29 at Clinton's Tavern (back room) , 693 Bloor West (near Christie Subway) and Expozine in Montreal on the 29th and 30th at 5035 St-Dominique, (Église Saint-Enfant Jésus, between St-Joseph and Laurier, near Laurier Métro).

Friday, November 14, 2008

bowling, hangovers, girls kissing and werewolves

tonight’s reading at the Carleton Tavern was loads of fun, with lots of variety and jovial hijinx of readers, host and audience.

the readers will all have publications for sale at tomorrow’s small press fair.

first up was Kerra Willis, a vendor who has been at the fair for many years, selling great creations. for this reading she read from her novel in progress, a work that she is writing as part of November’s National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) where the writer tries to complete a 50,000 word novel in the thirty days of November. she explained that the novel was an antidote to the darkness of Cormac McCarthy’s The Road.

next was Andrew Faulkner with a beautifully wrought chapbook called Useful Knots and How To Tie Them from his brand new (still being glued together) press with Leigh Nash, “Emergency Response Unit.” I always enjoy Andrew’s word play, humour and sense of metaphor and these poems were excellent examples of such. One of the poems “Hangover” was dedicated to tomorrow morning:

Hangover

Outside is a wet cigarette. Last night
is half ash, half scrambled porn.
I put what where? There’s a dead rat
in my mouth, its tail skewering the gap
near my gums. Teeth fuzzy,
fermented, near-victims of a flood
hauled up sputtering and water-logged.

The morning drags itself
across yesterday’s obituaries clutching regret
in its teeth. The stock market is one thing,
an op-ed on abolishing the penny another.
There’s a recession lurking somewhere. I’m out
or Advil. I can’t think of what to give up first.


Sean Moreland, last year’s John Newlove Poetry Recipient, read next from his chapbook Lupercalia and another poem called MetaFurr, inspired by Roland Prevost’s chapbook MetaFizz. Having worked on Sean’s chapbook for almost a year as an editor, I can’t help but be biased, but I do believe his work is very strong, full of memorable imagery, unique word play. He’s a master at setting tone. I look forward to more of his work in the future. He holds promise. And his moan for Poem of the Hanged up Man was an onomatopoeic delight reminiscent of the murmuring of innumerable bees.

Stacey May Fowles read from her novel” Fear of Fighting” (Invisible Publishing, 2008). The excerpt she read was about adolescent girls experimenting with kissing and it felt very authentic, was quite funny and entertained the audience.

Nathaniel G. Moore read last from his work in progress, Savage, his novel Bowlbrawl (Conundrum Press, 2005) and a new prose poem. He’s always a delight to hear, is a very able performer and manages to hold the audience’s attention and entertain them easily. His writing is unique and compelling, creating characters so eccentric that seem as though they couldn’t possible be plausible, and yet…it’s easy to imagine their existence: the man who makes videos of wrestlers in Savage, the professional bowler in Bowlbrawl, odd and endearing eccentrics. Somewhat like Moore himself perhaps. I hope the post-reading bowling went well.

rob did a great job organizing and hosting as usual. the place was packed and people walked away happy.

arty deeds done dirt cheap

actually no just done dead cheap, but also free! readers and performers and book sellers oh my!

1. Tonight at the Carleton Tavern, 223 Armstrong Street, upstairs; doors open at 7pm
Andrew Faulkner, Stacey May Fowles, Nathaniel G. Moore, Sean Moreland and Kera Willis

it's good to see Andrew returning to Ottawa; he is on the Bywords selection committee, an excellent writer and with Leigh Nash has begun a new small press called Emergency Response Unit.

Sean Moreland, the recipient of the Bywords John Newlove Award in 2007, will be reading from his chapbook, Lupercalia and copies will be available both at the reading and at the Bywords table at the small press fair on Saturday.

this reading, organized off and on by rob mclennan over the years, is a great intro to people who will be participating in the fair the next day. i am looking forward to hearing the entertaining and provocative Nathaniel G. Moore read once more; he is always entertaining. I haven't heard Stacey May Fowles or Kera Willis before, but am looking forward to discovering them.

2. The Ottawa Small Press Book Fair, Saturday from noon to five pm, free!
Jack Purcell Community Centre, Rm 203
Bywords will have a table with a new fall issue of the Bywords Quarterly Journal, Sean Moreland's chapbook and other recent publications by at least ten small presses, including my own new imprint AngelHousePress. Yes, the Bywords table is always crowded and full of small press splendour. Other publishers such as In/Words, the Dusty Owl Press, Buschek Books, the Puritan, the Ottawa Arts Review, jwcurry's rm 302 and more will be at the fair. afterwards we go to the James Street Pub on Bank Street for a great gab and drink session. hope to see you at the fair and the pub.

3. The Dusty Owl Reading Series Presents Monty Reid & Call Me Katie
Sunday at 2pm; Swizzles, 246B Queen Street
Monty Reid is one of my favourite poets and it's always a delight to hear him read, but this Sunday there is the rare opportunity to hear him sing and play music along with Sarah Hill and Mike Rivoche. The trio plays bluegrass Ottawa Valley style along with original music written by Monty. If you haven't heard them before, this is a great opportunity to do so, and if you have, you know you don't want to miss them.

See you this weekend where the fun, music and words will flow like...um....wine? (more likely cheap beer)

and remember to voice your agony and displeasure about the City's arts cutting plans. Larry O'Brien and his band of guillotine wiedling councillors are the new incarnation of Robespierre and the Committee of Public Safety. another reason to go out and support the arts this weekend

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Bywords Reading Today at Chapters, 47 Rideau St.





Today at 2pm

To launch the fall issue of the Bywords Quarterly Journal

Hope to see you there!

[click on poster to expand]

Friday, November 07, 2008

Arts Cuts Threatened Yet Again

The City of Ottawa in its draft budget is holding the people of Ottawa for ransom once again by threatening to completely eliminate arts funding for the majority of the programs and drastically reducing the remainder. Assuming these preposterous cuts actually go through, here is a list of programs that would have their funding blasted to kingdom come:

ARTS PROGRAMS

Annual Operating
Project Funding
Individual – Creation, Production & Collaborations
Ottawa Book Awards
Karsh Award Program

Arts Funding Initiatives - Arts Investment Strategy
Rural Arts Funding Program
Diversity Arts Funding Program
Arts Capacity Building Funding Program
Arts Stabilization/Investment Service/Endowment Feasibility

HERITAGE PROGRAMS
Heritage Funding Program
Heritage Projects
Service Organizations
Historical Societies

FESTIVALS, FAIRS & EVENTS PROGRAMS
Festival Service Agreement
Festivals and Special Events
Fairs Annual Operating
Festival Sustainability Fund Agreement

The few remaining programs shall be reduced to a miniscule budget.

Other services such as OC Transpo are also threatened with massive cuts while citizens are being told they’ll have to pay user fees for standard city services.

It is fatiguing and disheartening to live in a city where the arts is constantly attacked and destabilized by uncertainty and ill will on the part of its government.

Most people involved in making the city an interesting and worthy place to live and to visit are busy with their projects and planning for next year, having to decide whether or not they can invest the time, money and effort into activities if they don’t know whether the city will be paying its fair share or not. Funding for such activities as the projects of individual artists, the Ottawa International Writers Festival, the literary site and journal I run (Bywords.ca and the Bywords Quarterly Journal) and other arts and cultural activities is essential to ensuring that the city is more than just a place to sleep.

Haven’t we already heard O’Brien say that the small amount of money to be gleaned from cutting the arts isn’t worth the effort? Since O’Brien’s term began as mayor, the City has substantially increased the number of staff on its payroll, yet these costs are not being examined at all. Oh sure, there are cuts to “full time equivalent positions,” but these are not real cuts, these are positions where the person is either on contract or retiring or resigning anyway.

Conversely a $4 million cut to the arts (and even the threat of a cut) will have destructive and lasting effects on the City of Ottawa. What’s particularly stupid is that a $4 million cut is just a drop in the bucket for the city. It won’t make a significant difference to home owners’ property taxes. We’re talking pennies per household here. It’s a purely symbolic attempt to pander to the public. It’s a myth that people, dare I use the phrase “ordinary citizens?” aren’t involved in the arts in some way.

Didn’t we just learn in the federal election what happens to politicians who presume that the majority of citizens have no involvement or interest in the arts?

This cut threat is happening just as many of us are preparing our grant applications once again. Last year’s threats to cut the arts resulted in a number of organizations and individual artists being too disheartened to prepare applications. I know artists who actually left Ottawa after the last threat of arts funding cuts because they saw no future in a city that enjoys playing sadistic games of chicken with its artists.

I don’t think artists should have to defend the value of what they do to a populace of intelligent and caring people who want to live in a vibrant city that attracts a wealth of new residents and tourists and increases revenue to city coffers. I don’t think that’s the artist’s job. And frankly, I don’t really believe that this is what the citizens of Ottawa actually want. As a citizen, I will speak out against the potential cuts but as someone who is working to keep the city vital through organizing cultural activities, I have to keep going, keep working on these endeavours, keep my vision from being distracted by the city’s threats. I need a stable environment in which to work, just like any other resident and worker.

That’s really all I have to say. If the city wants to have an artless society, this constant threat of cutbacks will ensure that it will.


If you want further information, go here.
If you want to have your say, you can contact your councillors, provide your feedback online or attend one of the public consultations.

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

i want to

be happy about this Obama win, i really do, and i am but ... not without some reservations. i am a bit leery about how people in the States and all over the world seem to be putting the man on a pedestal. i know it’s bad to be cynical, but when i’ve listened to O’s speeches, i’ve heard a lot of rah rah rah and hip hoorays and home spun metaphors, but nothing of particular substance. people tell me the man is great orator, and firing up the people is a wonderful thing, helps to motivate and yet...

while many Americans see Obama’s election as hopeful, I can’t help but look at some of the other aspects of this election, the anti-same sex ballot, for example. Californians have limited marriage to heterosexual couples only and it looks like other States will go that way too. I can't help but see this as backward rather than progress.

Luckily anti-abortion ballots didn’t win and another State will now allow terminally ill people the option of physically assisted suicide.

So yes, there’s hope that Americans have compassion and feel a need to turn their nation around. That a young African American was elected as President, that the turnout was 64% of eligible voters, that’s great, that’s one of the reasons why America has always been such a great country, because dreams can and do come true. The dream that anyone can become president, despite the obstacles is a reality.

Yet there’s a long way to go and when I listen to Obama’s rhetoric, i’m not particularly sure that much can change for a long time and also while McCain did a very good job at trying to repair the damage done during the campaign with a gracious speech, I know that there are many Americans who are not happy with Obama’s win and particularly Republicans. I still remember when Clinton and Carter were presidents. The Republicans did everything in their power to get them out of the White House and they succeeded.

Furthermore I get queasy when I hear all this “God bless America” stuff. There’s something that reminds me of the divine right of kings, of empires and war. There’s something that makes me feel the holy war between Christians and Muslims will never end if America continues to drag religion into government. There’s something that makes me heartsick about a country that claims electing an African American man for the first time shows that they are overcoming oppression when they can’t accept the idea of basic rights, such as marriage for all people, regardless of sexual orientation.

I should be like everyone else. I should be celebrating. I should feel hope. And I do I feel a little hope, but that hope is tempered by a worry that putting this man on a pedestal and accepting everything he says as gospel is just as dangerous as when so many Americans acted that way about Bush after 9/11, letting their fears allow them to have their rights and freedoms taken away.

it troubles me that i can't just jump on the Obama bandwagon and swallow everything that a politician says wholeheartedly, but i'm not like that. i don't trust politicians easily. years of broken promises and manipulations by politicians here and in the States have made me dubious, I admit. I'm still glad that Obama won and turfed out the Republicans, i just want to urge people not to be too naive, not to be too trusting. to continue to question and at the same time to work together to create a better world.

Tuesday, November 04, 2008

The Anarchy Playlist: November's top ten

in honour of today's american election

1. the Sex Pistols - Anarchy in the UK

2. the Ramones - Planet Earth 1988

3. Billy Idol - World Coming Down

4. Nirvana - Territorial Pissings

5. Bad Religion - Fuck Armageddon, This Is Hell

6. Dayglo Abortions – Ronald McRaygun

7. Bob Dylan - All Along The Watchtower

8. Bob Dylan - The Times They Are A Changin'

9. Leonard Cohen - The Future

10. The Doors - The End

* additional suggestions for songs of the apocalypse and anarchy are welcome;
** now would be a good time to purchase the Anarchy Issue of the Peter F. Yacht Club
or Signs of the Apocalypse Magazine
*** today i'll be drinking Guinness and placing my dabber under the O for Obama, hoping for Bingo