I’m a big fan of the currently rampant viral meme we’re calling Sgt. Pepper Spray.. (click for the group page on Facebook).
UC Davis, occupy movement, this cop pepper sprayed peaceful protestors as they SAT on the ground-did I mention ‘peacefully’?
There are United States documents disallowing us to start aggression with our national war machines; that was ignored (middle East). Currently, police forces are, again, ignoring our, officially sanctioned, American rights such as the ‘right to assemble or petition the government for “redress of grievances”.. Here’s the First Amendment.
The Occupy movement comes to us through a long lineage of passive engagement from a philosophy posited by Henry David Thoreau, “On civil Disobedience“. We can look to Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, and the Hippy Movement (Abby Hoffman was cool) for sucessful examples of this philosophy carried out in the real world. Change happens quickly.
Today we have social media as a medium of protest. COUNT ME IN!
HAPPY THANKSGIVING TURKEY!
I started lettering pictures I’m stealing from online, some mine, some me, some others, some NadaDada. I went to town and I’m sure this won’t be stopping soon.. please share, please occupy in your own way.
While society folds, painting in a white trailer in the desert, I’m burning old wood scraps to keep myself warm. It’s as if we’re watching from afar here in Goldfield. It’s like thinking about the folding of spacetime.
I hung the United States’ flag today in my living room. It was mostly to cover my weather-proofed window job. It came in an order, this flag, in the mail, till this morning, sitting in a box on the porch and I guess the dogs found it. I picked it up off the porch this morning observing its pure colors and complex layout. It felt foreign. It’s a shiny fake one. I wish there was a flag that just stood for America.
My house is a little warmer now. There’s a lot to think about here. Getting rid of this little mouse that shits all over is a priority and then there are still leaks in the windows. There are leaks in the roof too and I gotta’ get the water working here for sewage.
The other day I fixed plumbing in Michael Mark’s house. I’m fixing my door jamb. I’m growing a beard.
It’s focusing on what this time is about. Painting is drawing me in. I’m writing too.
To fold spacetime, one puts a kink in the fabric of the cosmos, but one stands still while doing it. Maybe that’s where I’m at.
I keep painting; the world folds around me.