BALLAD #3: {AN ESCAPADE ACROSS THE FALL}

Ballad # 3:  “An Escapade Across the Fall” Involving a Russian Woman and Several Hand Grenades Cultural Context:  {In the Newyorkgrad fall times of the Gregorian year 2011 two mildly dangerous people, dangerous in their own ways; became for a time, star-crossed lovers that were briefly aligned (allowed?) to kiss and make up. In the cultural context of one, his card had trouble clearing expectations. Yet, in but in four dates, he could know that marriage was possible.} While others were sleeping, I dream with you awake. We walk. These cobblestone-streets, below big dead glass towers, in late night-predawn, imbibe, … Continue reading BALLAD #3: {AN ESCAPADE ACROSS THE FALL}

BALLAD #2 {A LIFE OF CONSTANT NIGHT}

BALLAD # 2:  “The Life of Constant Night” Cultural Context: Later while partly naked the terrorist notices that the Buxom escort, posing as a high-class courtesan, has no tattoos, which in his culture means that they can both be buried in the same cemetery. Yet, she makes small talk about wanting a tattoo of a dragonfly. And he wonders if that’s her brand presented by those who might own her. Or is she just a Russian hippy. And it comes up that dragonflies eat their males after copulating.  But I’m a Jew, not an insect he says. She eats her … Continue reading BALLAD #2 {A LIFE OF CONSTANT NIGHT}

BALLAD #1: /A Revolution Happens Live\

Ballad #1: “A Revolution Happens Live” “Cultural Context”: “A journalist posing as a shot girl who works as an escort and a terrorist posing as a freedom fighter while working an ambulance driver meet face to face in a Tavern for a hard drink.  In the background gypsy music. He wants to make love to her, but she is indifferent leaning toward largely disinterested. In the world around them, black lives do not matter very much at all and Muslims die every day in hunger and fire and airstrikes, ” All: Sing one song! Late into the night!   Amid a … Continue reading BALLAD #1: /A Revolution Happens Live\

The War of Ideas

Pamphlet One:  Introduction to Ideology, a War of Ideas Understanding the Theoretical Basis of our Struggle What Does this Mean to You? This question is always asked at the beginning of each lesson.  It is an old Israelite question from the Passover Seder from the rebellious son or daughter. We are beginning a small Academy class. Training together to establish the parameters of answering that very same question. A sort of “proof of relevance” for the time we will take from your life, which cannot ever be returned. In short, this is a course which will give you a new … Continue reading The War of Ideas

Imagined History

IMAGINED HISTORY INTO THREE SPECIFIC AGES PAMPHLET SERIES (x)  THE MYTHOLOGICAL AGE A Pamphlet speculating on a time before recorded history based on animism, paganism, superstition and without States. Neolithic Age (10,000 to 1,900 Before Common Era) The Neolithic Age 10,000-1900 BCE) Sumer (4500-1900) BCE Ur (3800 BCE) Akkadian Empire (2334-2154 BCE) Babylon (1770-320 BCE) The Code of Hammurabi (1754 BCE) Zarathustra Bronze Age (2,500 BCE Avram (Abraham) Moshe Rabbenu (Moses) 1391-1271 BCE  The Exodus from Egypt 1280 BCE The Conquest of Canaan The Hebrew Theocracy Destruction of the First Temple PAMPHLET SERIES (36):  THE RELIGIOUS AGE A Pamphlet Series … Continue reading Imagined History

On False Necessity

“We can establish universally an education that recognizes in every child a tongue-tied prophet, and in the school the voice of the future, and that equips the mind to think beyond and against the established context of thought and of life as well as to move within it. We can develop a democratic politics that renders the structure of society open in fact to challenge and reconstruction, weakening the dependence of change on crisis and the power of the dead over the living. We can make the radical democratization of access to the resources and opportunities of production the touchstone … Continue reading On False Necessity

Company or Rescuers (6)

6 On 11 January Emma Solomon also called Maya Sorieya, whispered now by many to be ‘the mother of Messiahs’ arrives in the Capital of Haiti.  She is athletic in build. Olive tan skin, her brown hair is still flowing and while she appears exotic. She travels in on a Spanish passport still having much noble data within the space between her ears that must be passed quietly to underground on this island before most of them are wiped out by devils in the next 72 hours. Port-Au-Prince is unlike any other place on earth. The singular thing one absorbs … Continue reading Company or Rescuers (6)

Company of Rescuers (5)

5 Paramedic Victor Cange is weathering an ugly pink beanie. It’s really one of the ugliest hats anyone has ever seen. If it were day time a supervisor would have told him to take it off. He is working Transport Unit 808 out of the Transcare base in Canarsie, Brooklyn. He is fairly slim and wears thick black spectacles. It’s Christmas and he shouldn’t be here, but his seventh day adventist church teaches that Jesus wasn’t really even born on the 25th, not even really born in December. His partner is the tall, serious Jamaican named EMT Mickhi DBrisk. Michkhi … Continue reading Company of Rescuers (5)

Company of Rescuers (4)

4 We’re in the garage below Woodhull Hospital. A city block sized iron and concrete monstrosity that erupts out of the ground on the border between Bushwick and Bedford Stuyvesant. They had designed it originally as a prison. But today it is a city hospital of ill repute. It’s the 21st of December, the KDT says. I punch in our numbers. I type ‘GOD’ in as the third rider. It’s a superstitious thing. It’s old school. The rookies don’t have a god anymore. My name is Scott Sevastra. I’m 33, that’s allegedly when Jesus did his best work, so they … Continue reading Company of Rescuers (4)

Company of Rescuers (3)

3 It’s the 20th of December in the year we understand to be 2009 on the Gregorian. Jeremy Mccgaffey has been dead for about one year. Most of the mourning aloud was long over. But his ghost remains. Those that kill themselves traumatize the living. But all the late nights driving the ambulance around Brooklyn until my soul leaks, I see him again. Looking at me in the mirror, stone faced, he almost whispers something prophetic from the world to come.  Those fucking pagans from Gerritsen Beach tried to kill me and Maria, Nick and also Angelica on the damn … Continue reading Company of Rescuers (3)