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Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Featuring Frenchy: Red Food is a Dropkick

Here is a parody of a music video of Red Food posted last night. Produced by LAWW Media- a close ally of BM & potential film wing.  What the film lacks in subtlety it exudes in vitality & in its vibrancy to rock the boat. The clip has about 19,000 hits already. Caution: language warning.


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

Featuring the poetry of John Yamrus


………………………………………………………………………………

the

sad
thing…

the
wonderful

thing…

the
glorious

thing…

is

i
don’t think
i’ll ever be able
to finish this poem.
……………………………………………………..

if

you
want
your poems

to
be
real...

live them.

don't
write
them.
………………………………………………



even if

the
poems
get ignored,

the
work
gets done.

your
life

is
saved.
……………………………………..
please,

don’t
tell me
           
you,
or she,
or him, or it

is an
old soul.

it’s
a cry
for attention,

and
i just
don’t need it.

instead,
show me
something new.

sit down
at the typer,
slit your wrists
and let your old soul

bleed all over the page.
…………………………………………………………………………….

the only thing

dumber
than a writer,

is
someone
who admits
to being a writer.

i am
5 foot 7,

63
years old.

and i
love dogs.

i am
not dumb,

and
i admit

nothing.

………………………………………………

the streets

are
dark,

and
it's not

only
the night.



bio: Since 1970 John Yamrus has published 2 novels and 22 volumes of poetry.  He has also had nearly 1,700 poems published in magazines around the world.  His work is currently being taught in numerous colleges and universities, and been translated into several languages, including French, Spanish, Swedish, Italian, Japanese and Romanian.  His latest book of poems is Alchemy, which can be found on amazon and is also available thru his publisher, Epic Rites Press, at http://www.epicrites.org/ .  More information about John and his writing can be found on his website at http://www.johnyamrus.com/index.html

Saturday, November 15, 2014

Featuring the poet Ross Vassilev



a fate worse than death 

when you're
 
workin
 
for
 
minimum
 
wage
 
you're workin
 
for food
 
and shelter
 
and when
 
you're workin
 
for food
 
and shelter
 
you're a slave
 

I used to slave
 
away
 
at factories
 
where
 
the lighting
 
was so poor
 
you could
 
barely
 
keep
 
your hands
 
outta the
 
machinery
 

they used to
 
make me
 
run
40 hrs. 
a week
 
in places
 
where it
 
got so hot
 
I thought
 
I'd end up
 
drowning
 
in my own
 
sweat
 

every day
 
felt like
 
a slow death
 
but somehow
I survived

so take it
from me:
minimum
 
wage
 
is modern-
 
day
 
slavery
 
and if
 
you don't
 
believe me
 
then go
and try it
yourself
 
sometime.



dusk

night falling over the city
I see the red lights
of phantom cars
and the people inside
don't know me
I wonder who I am myself
why I'm here
what it's all for
and where do the homeless
go when it gets cold
at night?
and maybe this is where
the spirit drifts
when the body dies
where it's always
ethereal dusk
always warm enough
and nobody ever needs
any blankets.



Ixion

some of us
end up in hell
and some of us
are born to it
and for the rest of you
stupid shits
reading all this:
there's the terror
and the joy
of all our marvelous
cackling laughter.



carpe diem

I’m often left alone
staring at my white hands
wondering what
they’re trying to say
there’s so much
sitting around
staring at the clouds
while dogs bark
down the street—
staring at the blue sky
while the wind blows
through the cold sunlight
and naked branches—
the digital clock
on my desk has no hands
just red neon numbers
that stare back at me
stupidly
and whoever said
carpe diem
was really full of shit
didn’t know
a damn thing about
anything
cuz it’s mostly just
sitting around
waiting for nuclear war
for the sun to fall
for the guardians of
national security
to come and take me
away—



HELP!

the hippies
 
who dreamt
of a starry
 
new
 
consciousness
 
of LSD
 
Shankar
 
and prayer beads
 
now lie
 
trampled in
 
the gutters
 
steamrolled
by the military-
 
industrial
 
zombieplex
 
run over by
 
the armored limo
 
of reality
 
in the
 
rabid-dog alleys
 
of America
 
where
 
the only truth
 
is the Greenback
 
the only virtue
 
is war
 
and the only sin
 
is compassion—
the hippies
 
of yesteryear
 
walk round
in a daze
wondering
what the fuck
 
happened
 
to the dream,
man? 
where the fuck
 
did it go?




the American dead in Afghanistan

the white trash let their dogs run around
in the street
I can't even go for a walk anymore
there's American flags everywhere
the other day
I was sitting at a picnic table
when two of them sat down
at the other end
after listening to their white trash conversation
for a while
I was forced to get up
and go sit somewhere else—
another indignity
I wondered what I ever did to the Gods
to make them punish me so
when I got home
I turned on my PC
read about the latest American dead in Afghanistan
that made me feel a bit better.






Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Documentary: Berlin Wall: The Night the Iron Curtain Closed (2014)


This documentary was shown on Sunday night for the first time on SBS One TV to commemorate the 25th anniversary of the fall of the Berlin Wall. The doco's main focus is to document the detailed scheming by the East German government (GDR) to construct a make-shift wall between East & West Berlin between midnight and the dawn of 13 August 1961. Under the directive of SED General Secretary Walter Ulbricht and the Soviet Premier Krushchev, about 40,000 workers under the protection of 10,000 policemen, unrolled over 300 tons of strategically placed barbed-wire to curtain off East Berlin. About 96 miles of wire were unravelled in six hours. In the weeks & months that followed, the Wall was fortified by hundreds of tons of bricks and steel. In the East, the Wall is referred to as 'The anti-fascist protection barrier.'

The film provides a brief overview of the historical and political context to help the viewer better understand why the Berlin Wall was built in the first place. There is flashback footage of the Berlin Blockage and the plight of economic refugees escaping communism through a simple Berlin subway journey. Although it was considered illegal to cross from East to West after the partitioning of Berlin and Germany after World War 2, three and a half million refugees had fled communist East Germany by 1961- about 20% of its population, including the cream of its crop- teachers and doctors. At the time, the East was considered drab & inefficient in delivering services, while the West economically dynamic and full of promise.

West German leader Willy Brandt was furious at the construction of the Wall and there were some minor demonstrations in East Germany. In the end, President Kennedy decided not to react. He thought it was more prudent to accept the idea of the Wall rather than to contemplate the possibility of drastically escalating tensions between America & the USSR.

As the Wall sinks in as a reality to people living in East Berlin, there is a sense of utter despair. Many felt betrayed that, "the world has given up" on them. Thousands of lives are torn apart. Many had previously crossed the border freely every day and had worked or had friends or family in other parts of Berlin. Eventually, East German border guards are ordered to fire on people trying to cross the Wall. Over 150 are reported to have been shot and killed over the decades.

The Wall lasted for 28 years until its fall in 1989. It remains the starkest symbol of the ideological divide between communism and capitalism gone wrong. Only about 3 minutes in the film are devoted to the jubilation which followed the smashing down of the Wall. Without Gorbachev's nod to the Germans, it is only conjecture as to how long the Wall would have survived.

Find the documentary Berlin Wall: The Night the Iron Curtain Closed here on SBS until 9 December 2014:
http://www.sbs.com.au/ondemand/video/348095555808/berlin-wall-closing-the-iron-curtain




Thursday, November 6, 2014

New Releases: Janne Karlsson GRAPHIC POEMS & THEN SOME!!


The Swedish artist Janne Karlsson has further brought to BM’s attention that he has released in 2014 two other chapbooks of his original poems and illustrations:

GRAPHIC POEMS (24 pages)


&THEN SOME!! (16 pages)


If you are familiar with Karlsson’s work, you will know that it is difficult to nail down or rationalise his shit. The poems are pithy, self-ironic, and squirming with a pulsing, deep unfathomable anguish. Sometimes he offers us brief glimpses of tenderness or of illumination, but his core intention appears to expose our human frailties & in particular, our failed quest for meaning.


& THEN SOME!! provides a darker vision of humanity and is perhaps the better chapbook. The ideas appear less constrained and more tinged with despair. Yet somehow, as you turn the pages & look at the weird iconic characters struggling, trying to make “perfect sense” of their lives, you have to laugh madly along with Karlsson at how totally fucked up our Western world is. One of his many observations is that we are self obsessed- yet paradoxically, with little or no self awareness. Spot on!



(The graphic poems above have been included with the permission of the artist)

RESOURCES:
Read a poem from & THEN SOME!! from Dead Snakes here: http://deadsnakes.blogspot.com.au/2014/08/janne-karlsson-cartoon.html

See Karlsson’s site to find more info on how to embrace his modern day insanity: http://www.svenskapache.se/