Posts tagged ‘history’

September 11, 2011

poem – September, eleven in the year of our lord 2001

by jhon baker

depending on who you ask

150,000 – 165,000 deaths on Sept, 11 2001

less than 10,000 by violent hands.

 

a mother watches her child dying

wont of only gardened food or grains stocked and rotting in US silos

A husband watches his wife, unable to cope or help

or feed or clothe

wont of only a medicine produced in mass but patented

a brother holds a brother…

a sister holds a sister…

they group together for warmth or shade from an unforgiving sun

all 150-165,000 of them are sons and daughters

brother and sisters

in time, space

 

50,000 under 5 years never knowing their first love

 

-Hoc Scripsi

 

 

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July 4, 2011

Happy 4th!

by jhon baker
 (if only I’d gone to school to learn to blow shit up, I could have done this for a living)

For my overseas readers – read the title line as – Happy Monday!

(this will have to do as finding an image for happy Monday that wasn’t cheeky or didn’t involve breasts and kittens was too much work.)

What I think is that we celebrate on the incorrect day. Unless what we are actually celebrating is the declaration of war or the intent to be independent and taxed by our own people.

To celebrate our actual independence it ought to be moved not to the sixth of July (which was the original celebratory day but the fourth sounded better (citation needed)) but to September 3rd in recognition of that fateful day in 1783 where we actually gained independance and collectively said “what now?” – to be answered by “I don’t know, we’re fucking broke – someone call China or start taxing the peeps, or both.” (citation needed).

But, I write this in America where we love our violence and wars, bloodshed is best remembered with a lot of explosions and many many missing fingers.

So, today I am playing the hell out of my ukulele and spending much time on the about to be painted deck.
here is another image which I found but couldn’t fit in anywhere else.

(this is the kind of stuff that eliminates fingers from children and stupid men.)

premature ejaculation

firecrackers, bottle rockets and gunfire.
July 3rd premature ejaculation punctuating
already poor sleeping summer night.

roman candles blue center light sizzling
like so many horribly dangerous sparklers
blinding and burning.

mortars shake the house and

dozens of fingers and hands sacrificed
at the alter of popular patriotism.

 – Hoc Scripsi

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June 30, 2011

night of the long knives

by jhon baker

1934 – a total usurpation of power in Germany.
and I’ve yet to visit the Holocaust Museum in Skokie, Il.

This will be amended quite soon as I have always meant to go but not wanted to go.

In the distance there is a truck backing down a driveway and somewhere near here there are baby raccoons looking forward to a life of hiding and eating garbage.

June 5, 2011

Day of days

by jhon baker

Garcia Lorca, born today, today I love you, like everyday but today I weep for this love and its end on a moonless night.
a short vignette of sorts…

Garcia Lorca, my Federico – a poet born to violent end
we sing you, decorate your memory with flowers
we sing you and your thousand gypsy songs
we sing you, we sing you a myriad of songs and stars
caught in the heavens looking down

on a completely different subject depending on ones point of view

AIDS is first reported in 1981 and today is that anniversary (30th) – today I love but not love AIDS – today I weep, profoundly – I think of artists, musicians, dancers, lovers and free men and woman all dying or dead of a disease whose name was never spoken by the elected leader of the time – such ignorance and more research put into the common cold than in research for what was killing and would kill – a fantastically dreaded disease which eats not only at the body but at the mind, soul and spirit.
I was born before AIDS but in large it has defined parts of my life, touched others and, if I can say it, graced the rest.

and Micael, Micael… O, now forever on this day shall I think of you, dance to your being – 

June 3, 2011

Holy Allen

by jhon baker

Happy birthday Holy Allen, Happy birthday Josephine,

may your poems and songs in heaven reach here where your voices are still needed most

the good doctor, dead today, heart stopped and body preparing for rest

today I go out shooting guns and laying waste at ranges to celebrate second amendment

remembering Holy Allen, Josephine and now the good Doctor…

we will all meet in Heaven if that be where I end.

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