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04/30/2022

On this day, 30 April 1923, radical Jewish actor Al Lewis, best known for portraying grandpa Munster in the popular 1960s sitcom The Munsters was born in Brooklyn, NY. His mother was an immigrant garment worker who took him on May Day protests in New York City as a child.
By the time of the great depression, he was a convinced socialist involved in supporting tenants and the unemployed. He told a journalist: “During the Depression, people were getting evicted, ten a day. We used to come along and break the lock and put the furniture back in again… We would storm the Home Relief Centres, that or this person didn't get a cheque for $8 or something, and get hit on the head [by police.]”
He stayed true to his beliefs until his death in 2006.
Learn the history of May Day in this book: https://shop.workingclasshistory.com/products/the-incomplete-true-authentic-and-wonderful-history-of-may-day-peter-linebaugh

04/18/2022

(Felt)

$6.82

BY MÓNICA DE LA TORRE

My economy is circular: I earn money from an institution that owns most of
the businesses where I tend to spend most of my money.

My economy is quasi-medieval, trade-centered, and guild-like.

My economy is not canonical.

My economy is a misfortune that recently befell me.

My economy admits foundational narratives.

My economy is language.

My economy is the executioner’s reversal of fortune.

My economy has no essential features.

My economy admits parallax critiques of ideology.

My economy owes something to over 4,136 dead soldiers.

My economy does not intimate and would rather not split hairs about what
belongs to whom.

My economy can’t stay out of things, but can’t make it into the thick of
things either.

My economy has questionable purchasing power.

My economy has no surrogate.

My economy has no interpretative skills but is rife with interpretative communi-
ties.

My economy is of trees chopped down in Brooklyn, and the gradual encir-
cling of brick.

My economy is the new red.

My economy thrives on shades of gray.

My economy is an unremarkable tuna sandwich that is missing the slices of
tomato that I had asked for.

My economy is a liter bottle of Poland Spring water coming not from
Poland but from Maine and bought at a university cafeteria in Uptown
Manhattan where there are quite a number of water foundations that deliver
water with a funky metallic aftertaste.

My economy is a poem called “First Purchase of the Month” consisting of
two stanzas with six eight-word lines each within a larger poem that could
be endless but won’t be:

Could’ve been an outfit for the Whitney Biennial

Couldn’t afford one, nor did I need it.

Who cares how you look at the zoo;

it’s about the animals, stupid. Which reminds me,

could’ve been the trail mix I snacked on

& which I managed not to purchase myself.



It was tuna on whole wheat, lettuce, jalapeños;

a one liter bottle of water (Poland Spring.)

Asked for tomato too, which the lady forgot.

You Puerto Rican, she asked? Don’t think so,

said another one in Spanish. Let me answer.

No, what made you think so? The peppers?


My economy needs contractions and abbreviations.

My economy is not fixed.

My economy is broken, mispronounced.

My economy has cold feet, even if there are plenty of socks at home.

My economy would like to be wholesome and sound.

My economy is a gift certificate that is not enough for what I’d like to have,
so I end up spending money at a store that I dislike in the first place and
will never visit again.

My economy is a business lunch where I end up paying the bill instead of
the person who’d like me to work with her.

My economy consists of performing tasks for which I receive no quantifi-
able pay.

My economy grows when it’s enough to buy someone else a drink, or a
meal.

My economy does not allow me to say no.

My economy pretends to be booming, but instead, is shaky and imploding.

It doesn’t matter, because my economy is predicated on virtue, and it posits
that it’s purer than yours.

My economy has no exchange value.

I’d like to think of my economy as one of resistance and tactical difference.

My economy is not a disposable good.

There are no surpluses in my economy.

I already owe what I just wrote.

My economy is derivative, parasitical, and residual.

My economy is a hand-me-down.

My economy is not environmentally friendly, although it’s not ravaging
non-renewable resources either.

My economy doesn’t force me to put my money where my mouth is. Were I
to pay for what I say, it would be a different story.

Thirteen cents a word is not fair trade.

My economy mistakes what it means to trade in futures.

In theory my economy is not the result of deliberate choice, it is makeshift
and a tag-along.

My economy has double standards.

My economy has attention deficit disorder.

My economy is the symptom of an incurable disease.

My economy is not even mine.


Word count: 682

Ⓐ The Impetuous Resurgence of Anarchism in the Beginning of the 21st Century..."Beneath the incredulous gaze of those wh...
04/02/2022

Ⓐ The Impetuous Resurgence of Anarchism in the Beginning of the 21st Century...

"Beneath the incredulous gaze of those who had locked it in the dungeons of history and to the surprise of many, anarchism has been experiencing an impressive increase in momentum since the beginning of the 21st century that has manifested itself in various regions of the globe."
★ Anarchism is Movement by Tomás Ibáñez.

An accessible and inspirational way to get your head round 'Neo-Anarchism', 'Post-Anarchism' and a look at why there's a global resurgence/renewal of our movement.
Direct Action, Mutual-Aid, Solidarity -
more than ever before, these words have resonance.

On The Road - Tomás Ibáñez - Anarchismo in Movimento: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxkxxVAgjwc
Anarchism is Movement in PDF from the Anarchist Library: https://theanarchistlibrary.org/library/tomas-ibanez-anarchism-is-movement
Or available in hard copy from Freedom Books: https://freedompress.org.uk/product/anarchism-is-movement/?fbclid=IwAR1pe0RDNogwFr4UqaaNKtOg_mj9b8V19Mn5q28mbxZQ0ChZoWLcs4U4yVY
Freedom Interview: Tomás Ibáñez on power and modern anarchy: https://freedomnews.org.uk/interview-tomas-ibanez-on-power-and-modern-anarchy/

https://youtu.be/95PzG-OcE8Q
03/30/2022

https://youtu.be/95PzG-OcE8Q

For the last month, the people of Ukraine have been resisting Russia’s invasion. Many are putting their lives on the line not to protect the Ukrainian state,...

03/23/2022
03/04/2022

When asked how, As a poet, does he conceptualize the city or his city...

????

Here's Tongo's reply....

Tongo-"Cities are very much just open-air prisons. I think you can argue this is true even for the
ruling class themselves and the way they’re cordoned off, or the way that they cordon themselves
off. The city, or the potential of a city, is a place where strides are taken in different cultural fields.
Theoretically, if a city is going according to plan, the engine of it is the fact that none of us have to
grow crops all day long. We can get food from this cat who loves to make food. Survival in a
theoretical city is collective. From that standpoint, that is the opportunity for intersection, that is
what could bring the evolution of culture, the evolution of societies, civilizations. But in reality, we
just have open-air warehouses, open-air prisons. We have a police state. We have corporate culture
that is solely there to inhibit everybody and everything. The poet, as perceiver, has a galaxy of food
to write about. Poetry itself is presence in the present moment, taking any little snapshot and
pulling a million things out of it. The possibilities are endless, including the oppression and social
farce of this ridiculous system and society.

Now, I think that the poet is not immune to how everyone else is socialized. Getting back to the
cultural domination that’s perpetuated and just kind of compounded in this stage of imperialism,
it’s almost like cities are caricatures of themselves, are corporate re-imaginings of themselves. It’s
such a stunted time, and the best mind to keep under control is stagnant, predictable, and
dependent. I think the poet isn’t saved just by the virtue of their craft or of their talent. But there
is the opportunity to do the cultural work, and also the poet…I’ve never used that term.
[Sarcastically.] “The poet.”

But we’re almost like the trickster spirit roaming around. We need no equipment. All we need is
one person. If you’re with me, I can expand your perception, go, “Oh, no, take a look at this; take
a look at that,” until you see what’s truly wrong. In a way, [poets] are like the guerilla art, and
almost the invincible art, because poetry is not a martial art. It’s just mind. It’s just thoughts. I
mean, you add a voice to it, and when you do, you enter this physical universe barely. Definitely
not enough to strike at [it]. Because poetry can take place anywhere. If we think of a see-saw, the
poet is in a super impressionable, vulnerable position because we don’t really have a church, you
know? We don’t have a venue, like a club that we play in, or an art studio to protect us. We just have
a pen and whatever else. We can sit down and hang on for dear life, trying to write a poem. Not to
mention, the institutional, academic domination of poetry. To a certain extent, all of that makes the
poet vulnerable.

So if we do fall into American hegemony, we can’t fall. I mean it’s a tall order, and even the craft
itself is very much a loner craft. To be a musician is instant unity — we’re a band; we’re together, you
know what I’m sayin’? Dancers, together. Actors, together. Painters, not necessarily together, but they
got mighty walls. We’re just nothing — but on the flip, we are the most effective agitators. It’s not a
coincidence that poets are very much at the center of radical renaissance. Anytime you have a radical
renaissance, there’s a poet in the mix, if not at the center."When asked how, As a poet, does he conceptualize the city or his city...

????

Here's Tongo's reply....

Tongo-"Cities are very much just open-air prisons. I think you can argue this is true even for the
ruling class themselves and the way they’re cordoned off, or the way that they cordon themselves
off. The city, or the potential of a city, is a place where strides are taken in different cultural fields.
Theoretically, if a city is going according to plan, the engine of it is the fact that none of us have to
grow crops all day long. We can get food from this cat who loves to make food. Survival in a
theoretical city is collective. From that standpoint, that is the opportunity for intersection, that is
what could bring the evolution of culture, the evolution of societies, civilizations. But in reality, we
just have open-air warehouses, open-air prisons. We have a police state. We have corporate culture
that is solely there to inhibit everybody and everything. The poet, as perceiver, has a galaxy of food
to write about. Poetry itself is presence in the present moment, taking any little snapshot and
pulling a million things out of it. The possibilities are endless, including the oppression and social
farce of this ridiculous system and society.

Now, I think that the poet is not immune to how everyone else is socialized. Getting back to the
cultural domination that’s perpetuated and just kind of compounded in this stage of imperialism,
it’s almost like cities are caricatures of themselves, are corporate re-imaginings of themselves. It’s
such a stunted time, and the best mind to keep under control is stagnant, predictable, and
dependent. I think the poet isn’t saved just by the virtue of their craft or of their talent. But there
is the opportunity to do the cultural work, and also the poet…I’ve never used that term.
[Sarcastically.] “The poet.”

But we’re almost like the trickster spirit roaming around. We need no equipment. All we need is
one person. If you’re with me, I can expand your perception, go, “Oh, no, take a look at this; take
a look at that,” until you see what’s truly wrong. In a way, [poets] are like the guerilla art, and
almost the invincible art, because poetry is not a martial art. It’s just mind. It’s just thoughts. I
mean, you add a voice to it, and when you do, you enter this physical universe barely. Definitely
not enough to strike at [it]. Because poetry can take place anywhere. If we think of a see-saw, the
poet is in a super impressionable, vulnerable position because we don’t really have a church, you
know? We don’t have a venue, like a club that we play in, or an art studio to protect us. We just have
a pen and whatever else. We can sit down and hang on for dear life, trying to write a poem. Not to
mention, the institutional, academic domination of poetry. To a certain extent, all of that makes the
poet vulnerable.

So if we do fall into American hegemony, we can’t fall. I mean it’s a tall order, and even the craft
itself is very much a loner craft. To be a musician is instant unity — we’re a band; we’re together, you
know what I’m sayin’? Dancers, together. Actors, together. Painters, not necessarily together, but they
got mighty walls. We’re just nothing — but on the flip, we are the most effective agitators. It’s not a
coincidence that poets are very much at the center of radical renaissance. Anytime you have a radical
renaissance, there’s a poet in the mix, if not at the center."

03/04/2022

the pyramid of corner stores fell on our heads
-we died right away

that building wants to climb up and jump off another building
-these are downtown decisions

-Tongo Eisen-Martin

03/01/2022

Revolutionary Letter #96

Empire
is its own
undoing

- Diane Di Prima

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