Last night the US dropped bombs on Iran, but still, two of the four barn swallow nestlings were ready to fledge, and did, this morning
Last night the US dropped bombs on Iran, but still, i washed the hummingbird feeders meticulously with bottle brushes, as if they were my own once-baby-son’s bottles, and filled them with fresh, sugared well water, this morning
Last night the US dropped bombs on Iran, but still, i tried to stake the seven foot, no eight foot, tall hollyhocks, bent over by overnight wind gusts, this morning
Last night the US dropped bombs on Iran, but still, Israel was committed to its holocaust of Gaza, this morning
Last night the US dropped bombs on Iran, and i earnestly searched reddit for military opinions about possible conscription of our young people, both this morning — and last night
i traveled a river of concrete in a machine, you traveled an ocean of air in a machine, babies crying, inconsolably, you said i said, eustachean tubes aren’t meant for 30,000 feet.
i am not meant for this, neither are you, neither are they.
not the opposite of joy on Christmas eve but the false pursuit of it whatever is actually contrary to it even if we don’t know it when we see it. even if we refuse to know it when we see it.
if i allow myself to cry, he will see it on my face.
mass extinction by chainsaw, net, bolt-gun or bomb they said, “96% of children in Gaza feel that death is imminent” in Sudan, the famine is massive, oh, this reaper, he is very discriminate in Congo, there’s mass enslavement for minerals, see the phone in her hand?! her hypocrisy?! she can’t claim to be innocent! the Pacific’s so hot, that it’s killed 4 million murres while the Indigenous still invoke “cultural rights” to baby seal furs
therefore,
God is either male — or, truer, the God who created everything, was the very first one extincted, as Nietzsche, and the german thinkers before him, all, belatedly said,
When you finally realize that the solution to the economy — rent and groceries (not the stock market, not your investment portfolio), to health and healthcare, bodily autonomy and reproductive rights, the climate crisis, to environmental destruction — of land, air, and water and biodiversity, to wealth inequality, to systemic racism/white supremacy, to colossal, empire-sized military and police budgets — and endless overt and proxy wars and ongoing GENOCIDE — CAN NOT and WILL NOT be found in the BALLOT BOX — blue or red,
— then what?
then, what will you do? will you hope to ride it out quietly with whatever measure of privilege you possess (white male, white adult, middle-classed, usefully employed in the systems of government or institutions of political or corporate power)?
Will you finally rise up and do the necessary-yet-awful, brave, brutal and hard work to resist and fight — like every dignified human collective across history and even today — like the Palestinians? Like the Lakota, Cheyenne and Arapaho? Like the Maroons of Haiti — or will you be like the Germans — roll over, fall in line, bide your time — hope they come for your neighbor or coworker instead; maybe even turn them in?
This “nation is a massacre”, it always has been
for tens of millions of people right here of and on this land — and for hundreds of millions globally — even if that excludes you and yours (for now).
Art Not Genocide Alliance manifesto as distributed and posted at the April 2024 Venice Biennale to protest the inclusion of and to demand the boycott of the Israeli Pavilion aka The Genocide Pavilion
In a world where genocide unfolds before our very eyes, shielded by nation-state rhetoric and bolstered by the imperial powers of our times, we bear witness to unspeakable horrors. This witnessing is not metaphorical – it is stark reality. To witness now is to be complicit; ignorance is no excuse, and inaction is cowardice.
What is it that cannot be stopped?
The global state structure, which dominated the 20th century, not only allows but actively enables genocide in Gaza and elsewhere in this world. Every genocide is perpetuated by a state. This machinery of destruction, guided by settler colonialism, fueled by capitalism, empowered by technological might, and covered by complicit media giants, must be dismantled. We are confronted with ongoing efforts to alienate us from our political agency and the ability to strive towards a moral and just world for all. We ask: If this level of atrocity is now acceptable, then what is deemed unacceptable? We must reconsider what structures national identities have produced and restore our severed connection to the land as a source of our identity and political existence.
The Palestinian struggle and resistance comes to remind us of what should not be forgotten: the people and the land embody each other, in time and place. It is within this unbreakable bond that we envision the future, it is within this bond that we learn from the past, and through it we engage with our present. We refuse the state of the world: the brutality of maintaining the hegemony of the powerful and the complicity of those who turn a blind eye to injustice.
What role can art and POETRY play in a future built on genocide?
The Zionist state’s atrocities permeate every level of existence. It devours all human knowledge and science by utilizing technology and social engineering to produce killing target and destruction lists. Within these new artificial intelligence technologies, every total meaning can be devoured, every total meaning can kill.
Now is the time for art and poetry. For art that rejects the logic of prevailing power. For poetry that resists the totalizing narratives that fuel the killing machines of the perpetrator. Art is inherently political-in its message, production, and presentation. It engages with society, assuming a role either in complicity or resistance.
We must defend our agency as political beings, stateless as humanity itself, collective as what our societies are, we are bound to organize an resist on multiple fronts to halt the genocide and prevent it as a future.
Art and poetry represent our liberated knowledge, freed from the belly of the beast. This moment demands that we reclaim our political agency; in its clarity, it empowers us to turn imagination into affirmative actions, forging poetic structures of collectivity-a return to the essence of our humanity. We belong to the world, to the earth, to the land, and through this agency, we move, act, and refuse to be silent accomplices to the state’s atrocities. We cannot ignore the oppressive conditions under which creativity thrives. Faced with censorship co-option, we must resist glorifying the regime or fading into obscurity.
the devils don’t need the details: a rough timeline, character sketch just like their old testaments, will do just fine
their new codices say “them” are the animals, illegals, terrorists, insurgents divergent or merely, existent predicated on their math of Dominion and omission
demons conceived, incubated and developed in Tel Aviv, NSA, USA traitors to the human race pledged allegiance to The Apartheid State they migrate to Silicon Valley and live in our clouds, seed and feed your tech portfolio buy your complicity too easy and relatively, cheaply
they know you traffic and travel comfortably with your BlackRock War Dividend Platinum Rewards™️ Card that your urbane lifestyle co-signs ecocide that you’ll reliably Demsplain a genocide as mothers, children, olive trees, & the seas die in real time before we, the real humans’ eyes
the cultured parasites, comfortably-numbed bystanders in the Zone of Interest living their dream lives,
as students and artists and workers and poets resist their silencing and their systems
the limineen | earthling, poet & crone 