#808 Fearless_Hopeless_Hearts          “Tell me storytime!”          She curls up on me_her ethonol engine exausted.         I want to fly us_so far away:  This cab is now a magic carpet for a story cabaret.             Using-a-punchdrunk-kitten in the back seat of a  Breuklyn-southbound-gypsy as my muse. One doesn’t choose,      _the muse they use. Or when.      There were worse assignments. Given to more cowardly men! And my constitution is and always will be_a wide canvas for futurist painting_  My-heart-when-fainting_ Is grinding, then breaking it_causes Brighton to flood and post Haitian earthshaking:       My soul is for barter_sign the dotted line,  I’m a phantasm now-shaking … Continue reading Hopeless, Fearless Hearts (Poem 808)

Lavalas: Completing the Revolution of 1804 Walter Sebastian Adler 28 February 2014 Social Movements for Emancipatory Development Abstract: In 1986 a social movement based in the Little Church (Ti Legliz) used liberation theology gospel, strikes, demonstrations, and targeted assassinations in an uprising referred to as the Dechoukaj to force Jean-Claude Duvalier (Baby Doc) to flee the nation of Haiti. Led by a Salesian Priest named Jean-Bertrand Aristide this movement succeeded in dismantling a hated seemingly intractable regime, carried out the nation’s first and only democratic elections and dissolved the army that had since the time of the American occupation had … Continue reading Famni Lavalas

What is Neo-Colonialism?  Walter Sebastian Adler Colonialism in Literature     What is Colonization? To agree on what it is not: neither evangelization, nor a philanthropic enterprise, nor a desire to push back the frontiers of ignorance, disease and tyranny, nor a project undertaken for the greater glory of God, nor an attempt to extend the rule of law. To admit once and for all, without flinching at the consequences, that the decisive actors here are the adventurer and the pirate, the wholesale grocery and the ship owner, the gold digger and the merchant, appetite and force, and behind them the … Continue reading What is Neo Colonialism

Over 33,000 New Yorkers have died so far during the COVID-19 pandemic. A lot of bravery, heroism and inter-agency cooperation has ensued for the worst four weeks of the pandemic. The virus is here and will be for some time. My EMS brothers and sisters will continue to help hold the front lines.  But when the coughing stops and the fevers cool, will the inequities be addressed? EMS workers need profession-wide protections. We need to be compensated in parity with policemen and with firefighters. We need leadership to bring the disparate sectors of the field together in common purpose to … Continue reading Need More than Applause

Mehlella (Ge’ez: ምህልላ, lit. ‘Supplication’), also Amata Saww (ዐመተ ሰወ, ‘Grouping Day’) or Sigd (ሰግድ, ‘Prostration’, Hebrew: סיגד‎, also romanized Sig’d), is one of the unique holidays of the Beta Israel (Ethiopian Jewish) community, and is celebrated on the 29th of the Hebrew month of Marcheshvan. Since 2008, it has been recognized as a state holiday for all Israelis.Quick Facts: Official name, Also called … Date Previously, Sigd was celebrated on the 29th of Kislev, and after a calendar reform in mid-19 century it was moved to its present day, 50 days after Yom Kippur. Etymology The word Sigd itself is Ge’ez for “prostration” and is related to Aramaic: סְגֵד‎ sgēd “to prostrate oneself (in worship)”. The Semitic root √sgd is the same as in mesgid, one of the two … Continue reading Sigd

LAILAH NAESH “LIVE YOUR LIFE”   An American Mayakovsky Production A PLAY Written By  Walter Sebastian Adler  CAST Adoneav, a Fugitive Sasho,  a Voorhi Medvinsky, a Gangster Dmitry, a Lawyer Entwisle, a Patriot Maria Silverstova, a Prostitute Appleovich, a Subversive   Anya, a Martyr Newey, A Prisoner Reed, a Marine Rhubarb, a Mystic Abu Hamsa, a Fixer   Mountain, a Professional soldier  Spirit of War, a Guerrilla Goldy, a Courtesan A MIDDLE EASTERN WESTERN Synopsis: A volunteer returns from a foreign war to “Newyorkgrad”. He is re-united with old friends at a Tavern he is hiding out in, many of which he believed … Continue reading Lailah Naesh (Live Your Life) [A.1, S.1]

Now that our breathe has been held on the latest nonsensical peace plan. I’m just trying to get up to date, on modern thought process? After “the occupation” ends, hypothetically by raw demographics and a South Africa style global movement in say 2050, when it ends and the Islamic resistance succeeds in bringing an end to ” Israeli apartheid”, will the 4 to 5 million non Palestinian Israelis be allowed to bring their 200 nuclear missiles to New York City, or should we hand them over to the Palestinian unity government? Or neutral broker Iran? Second, once “the Zionist entity” … Continue reading Responsa

January 4th, 2012 It has been two years since I first arrived in Port-Au-Prince. It is remarkable how short it feels, the eyes close just for a second and flashes of the dream on fire emerge in a slew of most visceral memories; as if they were the lips of a lover parted with just one moment before. Yelizaveta, how I miss her already; and if the last two years has erupted now in snap shots, bombastic escapades and grind; well in just eight hours I miss her as if it were a month, then a year, a forever passing … Continue reading Anfom.Frere

NOTES It is not that any of us longed to die. It was only that we believed that in this transience, this short human life, it was preferable to die on ones feet moving towards a just idea. Moving in solidarity, in defense of the powerless. Then it would be to die on our backs or our knees, half lives, shuffling along like zombies. Always asleep. With meaningless, un-free lives wasted. Lives spend like serfs and slaves.   Have you ever had an amazing noble idea in your head? That simply refused to translate itself or find traction in reality? … Continue reading NOTES

#038 Moscow Hostage Crisis  Part One  Life of the slave show!     I will remove you from your castle and make you watch the way we live in the wilderness below.        And she slips off her high heels into a star-crossed stare down,      She always calls the shots,     Gun shots to blood soaked makeshift cots.    The shots she calls are complicated.              She must find me highly dedicated.  She mostly deals with the haves, and I am the have nots. The rules are anything goes, but no know one “knows”.     If she’s been known to steal the weapon … Continue reading #038 Moscow Hostage Crisis