Solea

Posted on 12th February 2024 in Andalucia, Flamenco, Poetry, Reflections

At this time of the year
the air is cool
at this time of year
the air is heavy
at this time of year
in Jerez de la Frontera
the air is intoxicating

In Jerez
At this time of year
The air is rich with alcohol
From the bodegas
Where the casks breathe out
A steady current of alcohol vapors
from the casks of the bodegas
which saturates the intoxicating air
heavy and cool at this time of year

At this time of year
in Jerez de la Frontera
The air is rich with alcohol
that lays like a vapor dome
under the low winter cloud
above the saturated land
everyone is intoxicated

each breath a small sip
fino
each sip
amontillado
the corner of the lip splays up
oloroso
everyone is intoxicated
from the root
flamenco fino Jerez

The old man holding up the building
the police smiling in front of the ayuntamiento
The child walking next to its stroller
holding her mother’s hand
the doctor before probing you
they are all intoxicated
each small breath a sip
a homeopathic dose
of blessed alcohol

At this time of year
in the gran pueblo de Jerez de la Frontera
The air is thick with alcohol
stuck in a layer above the fertile earth
below a hovering layer of cloud
embedded in time
everyone intoxicated slightly
cruising the saturated air
in search of nowhere

Solea

En esta epoca del ano
el aire es fresco
en esta época del año
el aire es pesado
en esta época del año
En Jerez de la Frontera
el aire es intoxicante

En Jerez
En esta época del año
El aire es rico en alcohol
De las bodegas
Donde los barriles exhalan
Una corriente estable de vapores de alcohol
de los barriles de las bodegas
que satura el aire intoxicante
pesado y fresco en esta época del año

En esta época del año
En Jerez de la Frontera
El aire es rico en alcohol
que se encuentra como una cúpula de vapor
bajo la baja nube de invierno
por encima de la tierra saturada
Todos están intoxicados

Cada respiración de un pequeño sorbo
finos
cada sorbo
amontillado
la esquina del labio se extiende
oloroso
Todos están intoxicados
de la raíz
Flamenco Fino Jerez

El viejo sosteniendo el edificio
la policía sonriendo frente al ayuntamiento
El niño caminando al lado de su cochecito
sosteniendo la mano de su madre
el médico antes de sondearlo
Todos están intoxicados
cada aliento pequeño un sorbo
una dosis homeopática
de bendito alcohol

En esta época del año
En el Gran Pueblo de Jerez de la Frontera
El aire está lleno de alcohol
atascado en una capa sobre la tierra fértil
Debajo de una capa de nubes que se cierne
incrustado en el tiempo
todos intoxicados ligeramente
navegar por el aire saturado
En busca de ninguna parte

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Untitled

Posted on 27th December 2019 in Poetry, Reflections

~for Greyhawk, Capt X, and Hephaestus

When
You Die
Make sure you leave behind
A shred of light
enough to blind your followers

and words in sequence
to shatter all shallow thought
that does not meet the standard of love

slowly
they will find
the little trinket you left on the shelf by the door
the letter inside the book you propped up on the desk
the scar from where your Duende once flowed

they will understand
then
the power of silence
loss
and how it is to be gone
to be here
with you
then now

you will be
their constant reminder
this is spirit dream
to relax and be taken by time
breath in the smoke of your ancestors
pass it on to those in their wake

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Nepeta Cataria Amica Mea

Posted on 12th March 2018 in Poetry, Reflections, Self Determination

- Anonymous, Bilad al Shams circa 1500

this one will return every year
to remind you
of that awkward feeling
of being alive
waiting to transcend

celestial mechanics will dominate
how things play themselves out
your participation is to relax
let the salinity of your joy
carry you to the next
lovers last breaths

no seed is required
to perpetuate
that once love blown
taken root on a floating island
hummingbirds will come to feed
spiders will make their nest

he will come in spirit
his presence conducted by wind
a mad orchestra of soloists
measured by the patterns
of their lives respective
after the coda

germinating early
before the slugs begin their frenzy
readying for the ant and aphid
a livelong cycle bizarre
you wouldn’t know
until you step outside

this one will return every year
to remind you of how beautiful you are
as your neck folds your cheeks sag
you wither and wonder
will their thoughts
be the same as your own

terrestrial mechanics
will dominate
that seed wind blown
will populate a future
to behold
they will come next time early
to steal your soul back
to where it came from

 

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The Suicide Revolution

Posted on 7th October 2016 in Articles, Nonviolence Resistance, Peace, Poetry, Reflections, Stories

Suicide Revolution

by h. Gibrain

 

At my first suiciding

I wanted to show my comrades

that death is a fine art

nothing to be wasted

noting to be scattered in the wind

I set up a white canvas

to catch the Rorschach Pollock

of my body spatter

that life is not static

and my body in motion

when I ignite

in dervish

my skirt splayed open

flowering umbel

my arms alight

my particulate nature

on display

like food wiped from the face

of the privileged obese obtuse

 

that life should be lived

not for love

not in fear

but in the name of art

and in the art of death

when you release that button

the harrowing screams

shattering bones

splattering fluids of babies bodies

the village animals

and a little ahway al araby

mingle in flight

a soup of sorts

simmering in free space

painting your  face

with the food

that was other peoples lives

 

to put on display

the relationship between

love of art

art of life

the living death of stolen moments

razed lands of decimated cultures

once upon a time surviving on

bear invocations of rain igniting crop

crow mythos of the wonkum mikitchia

darkening the horizon

for centuries

cleansing the terrestrial palette

for the next sun child

and the age of Aquarius

dreams of deer

that make all plants flower

all wind blow

give essence to gravity

manipulate tides

and ultimately

determine my scatter plot fantasy

of exploding in the sky

and drizzling the mist of my life

a condiment on your sloven plate

that you could taste the disaster

and wait for god in her serviette chariot

to dab the corners of your face

 

well

there is food in death

and death is art

too many people screaming about injustice

when maybe

we should be eating more of the dead

imbibing the blood drenched tales

of death’s survival in the midst of thriving lives

and how our children can lead

the suicide revolution

where each each city block is a canvas

where the ultimate expression of love and art

unite in blood and body part graffiti grafted

into murals

telling stories

of futile resistance

in the world of

racism writ large

the ultimate liberation comes

not from fighting

but from loving

and letting go

of the skin which keeps apart

 

 

 

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Yes to Revolution, No to Clash of Civilizations

Back during the Baby Bush era, Karl Rove was alleged to have said “there will be no 60′s style revolution.” This was a fairly accurate assessment of the people’s disconnect from the democratic process and the call of the declaration of independence to get rid of a government that isn’t working for them. US civil society was largely disengaged from the political process as indicated by the relatively small percentage of people that vote(d). Perhaps because they are disenchanted, disenfranchised or because they’re living in the pink bubble of happiness in the within the privileged class.

The results of this lack of engagement were devastating – for the entire world. The neo-conservative agenda went into full swing. As outlined in the document “Rebuilding America’s Defenses”, the Project for the New American Century articulated their intentions to undermine the US Constitution and declare endless war putting into motion their version of the Clash of Civilizations (a manufactured ideology that they can say, arguably, came to pass (of course they engineered it as such). So, while they were at work, most of the disengaged were unaware of their intentions (though it was available for anyone to read): undermine the sole authority of the US Congress to declare war and restore it to the Executive branch (realize that this was a primary reason for establishing a democratic republic with separation of powers); gain control of the purse strings for military spending (again, a fundamental principle of a democratic republic -keeping the executive from controlling the decision to go to war and how to appropriate the peoples funds for it); to dismantle the relationship between corporation and government and, in essence, making the weapons manufacturers, arms dealers and the government one in the same – now with the power to declare war endless war and spend the peoples money).

You can imagine the results of this; you live in it: the gross unequal distribution of wealth within the US and between the Global North and the Global South (as it is called); regime change by hook or by crook in Iraq, Libya, Syria, Tunisia, Egypt and so on; those endless wars in some of the aforementioned states, the Orwellian rise of terrorism to sustain the endless wars via the creation of ISIS and company in the very same and dubious way that the US organized the Base (Al Qaeda) to undermine the USSR in Afghanistan to establish their place on the Grand Chessboard… and so on.

The thing about megalomaniacal psycho-sociopaths is that they are, in fact and by definition, unaware of how they affect those around them and, similarly, disconnected from how those they are affecting feel about them. They can get away with their behavior for a little while, especially with the idealistic, well-intentioned and/or naive among us. Eventually people get hip to their game and their behavior becomes unsustainable. This can be expressed in a lot of ways but I think it is most importantly, for our sake, exemplified by the fact that few military engagements since the end of the Second World War have been successful; the ultimate outcomes of such incursions was that the moral legitimacy of the indigenous peoples percolates to create some version of non-violent “armed” resistance and finally revolution: think Rose, Orange, Jasmine, Crimson, Denim revolution, think Gandhi and King and Arab Spring. For all of the successes and the relative failures what is taking place may be described, in part, as the moral arc of the universe bending towards justice, that after a long train of abuses people get smart and organize and take it upon themselves to change their situation. That was the very nature of the US revolution as much as it is the nature of the armed resistance in Palestine.

What we are witnessing today in the US Presidential Circus is a complete shift of Karl Rove’s prediction from a period of disengagement (engineered or otherwise) to a period where they thoroughly underestimated – thanks to their disconnect from civil society – the power and potential of a disenfranchised, organized peoples who were sick of the status quo (the rich stealing from the poor: the government stealing from its citizens) to stand up to the power elite, essentially spit in their face while they use every tactic in the book and even invent some new one’s, to try to shut democracy down.

If there were not a leader, Bernie Sanders, who appears to be resonating with a YUGE contingency of the American electorate, we would probably not be organically converging to Sanders’ camp. It’s good that he’s here now and whether he wins the election or not we should remember the oscillation between the “no 60′s style revolution” Rove predicted (the sleeping sheople) and the invigorated engagement we seem to be witnessing and a part of now. WE have to remember that there is a very powerful force that is always engaged in its sole purpose: to use the tools of this democratic republic to actually undermine democracy. From a Newtonian frame of reference, if we want to keep the system from slipping deeper/back into tyranny, we are going to have to be as organized and powerful a force as the establishment. If we are going to get it to move towards justice we’re going to have to organize, strategize, and work harder than they do. Their are so few of them and so many of us. Sander’s has shown, through the financial and social support he gets, that if we each contribute a little money, a little love, a little blood, sweat and tears, we can easily over power those who are working so desperately to keep us locked in the enchanted prison and likely, with the right attitude and intention, send them to the asylum where they belong.

Without a leader we may have to organize and act on our own into the future.

… by peaceful means, …

by H. Gibrain

“To maintain international peace and security, and to that end: to take effective collective measures for the prevention and removal of threats to the peace, and for the suppression of acts of aggression or other breaches of the peace, and to bring about by peaceful means, and in conformity with the principles of justice and international law, adjustment or settlement of international disputes or situations which might lead to a breach of the peace;” – Article 1.1 UN Charter

 

Signatories to the UN Charter are bound by international law to settle disputes peacefully and only resort to force when all other avenues for dialogue, diplomacy, negotiations and other means to settle disputes have been exhausted. The language of the UN charter is, in and of itself, profound in its implications yet fails miserably to live up to its own standard; needless to say this is a function of the member states and not the organization itself – yet the organization lacks the means to hold its members accountable for breeches of this fundamental.

 

One of the major flaws of the structure of the United Nations is that it is in fact not a united nations at all – it is a group of states – and does not have any body that represents nations of peoples. If the settling of disputes were left to nations, be they ethnic groups or imagined groups, I think the world would be in a much better state than it is now – where our collective fate is determined by a global corporate mafia that call themselves governments.

 

For starters, most normal members of civil society know how to party in the tradition sense as opposed to the sense implicit in the phrase “political party.” People would settle their disputes through drinking – which could lead to sex, sleep, vomiting, brawling and brotherly love; a far cry from settling disputes with bunker busters, tear gas, white phosphorous, hellfire missiles and the be-all-that-ends-all: nuclear war.

 

Sports are a very physical way to incorporate competition with cooperation with some minor injuries and the occasional fatality though nothing like that of war. The Olympics are a perfect example of settling disputes by peaceful means; may the best person/team win based on their dedication, discipline and an intelligent strategy.

 

The arts are also a wonderful means by which people can explore their differences. The display and performance arts are a great playground for our commonalities as well as our differences: theater, dance music, painting, sculpture, and so on are a great way of exploring differences in culture which offer an opportunity for appreciation rather than disdain.

 

The culinary arts, too, should not be underestimated as a means by which nations can settle disputes. Exploring flavors – what could be better.

 

If music is the universal language of humans then numbers are the universal language of nature. Why are there so many languages and only one set of numbers (except for the Romans)? We all speak the same numbers and live on the same planet with the same paragon of flora and fauna. Why do we not learn to play peacefully with numbers to explore the vast realms of organic organization. This would keep us busy for a long while – as it has.

 

We don’t see too many natural scientists and mathematicians calling for war, going into battle, or bludgeoning each other in the streets. Similarly, short of a battle of the bands, musicians tend to be a peaceful lot not smashing in each others skulls and taking fingers as trophies. Chefs, dangerous as they may seem, are clearly out for the betterment of society providing blood and soul sustenance. Similarly, athletes are all about the competition and victory but most sporting events tend to end with fewer deaths than wars.

 

The world needs to be run by an organized civil society transcending the idea and reality that nation states have been able to muster in terms of creating a peaceful planet devoid of blood lusting greedy murderous corporate fascist war mongers: megalomaniacal psychopaths. When the United Nations becomes a forum for the united nations of peoples from the respective civil societies of what are now nation states perhaps the prospects for human peace will be realized. I’m sure our plant and animal sisters and brothers are longing for the day when they are no longer subject to our collective insanity.