I’m losing patience with my neighbours, Mr. Bush

Once one sixth of Monty Python, but still a sage today, Terry Jones had a piece in London’s Observer two sundays back. It’s very good, but really no laughing matter.

And let’s face it, Mr Bush’s carefully thought-out policy towards Iraq is the only way to bring about international peace and security. The one certain way to stop Muslim fundamentalist suicide bombers targeting the US or the UK is to bomb a few Muslim countries that have never threatened us.
That’s why I want to blow up Mr Johnson’s garage and kill his wife and children. Strike first! That’ll teach him a lesson. Then he’ll leave us in peace and stop peering at me in that totally unacceptable way.

[thanks to George Carter]

we are America, for now

We are America. We are a nation created by an idea, composed of people who did not start out as neighbors and who couldn’t speak the same language, the fortunate child of change.
If we do not remain a nation of liberty and opportunity, available to people from all over the world, constantly reinventing ourselves, we will not remain a nation.
This will be true even if we end up the only state with access to fossil fuels and the only state with weapons of mass destruction.

government knows best, thank God

Now we are even being told by the police state how we can remember the dead. It’s bad enough that our putative secular authority can only speak in religious imagery, and only Christian imagery, when he can get away with it.

In heavily religious language, Mr. Bush sought to comfort the family members of the astronauts seated in the front row.
“Some explorers do not return, and the loss settles unfairly on a few,” he said, as the wife and sons of Cmdr. William C. McCool, the shuttle’s pilot, wept.
The sorrow, the president said, is lonely, but he added: “You are not alone. In time, you will find comfort and the grace to see you through. And in God’s own time, we can pray that the day of your reunion will come.”

Elsewhere in Texas, three days ago a pair of artists, Robert Ladislas Derr and Lynn Foglesong-Derr, who live in Nacogdoches, began a beautiful and totally secular performance intended to memorialize the seven astronauts lost in the Columbia disaster above their home.

Dressed in black to show mourning, Ms. Foglesong-Derr somberly outlined Mr. Derrs body with chalk within the site of one of the debris from the shuttle in the town center. Once the silhouette was drawn, the artists walked into the crowd and recited from Jean-Paul Sartres book Essays in Existentialism, speaking the words, When we say that man chooses his own self, we mean that every one of us does likewise; but we also mean by that that in making this choice he also chooses all men.
The artists chose this quote from the French philosophers book because it speaks to the effect of an individuals action upon the many. This tragedy involving seven astronauts emotionally touches humanity throughout the world.

Minutes into the performance, Texas state troopers stopped them and told them that flowers and flags were a more appropriate way to remember the deceased. The world is being made poorer by the ascendancy of small minds.
[Thanks to Douglas Kelly for the Nacogdoches story.]

U.S. thinks “Guernica” too offensive

Could the White House have done anything else to draw a more dramatic parallel between its policies and those of Nazi Germany? We have no doubts about at whose behest the image was removed.

NEW YORK.- The “Guernica” work by Pablo Picasso at the entrance of the Security Council of the United Nations has been covered with a curtain. The reason for covering this work is that this is the place where diplomats make statements to the press and have this work as the background. The Picasso work features the horrors of war. On January 27 a large blue curtain was placed to cover the work.
Fred Eckhard, press secretary of the U.N. said: “It is an appropriate background for the cameras.” He was questioned as to why the work had been covered.
A diplomat stated that it would not be an appropriate background if the ambassador of the United States at the U.N. John Negroponte, or Powell, talk about war surrounded with women, children and animals shouting with horror and showing the suffering of the bombings.
This work is a reproduction of the Guernica that was donated by Nelson A. Rockefeller to the U.N. in 1985.

The United Nations is the world body founded 60 years ago precisely to prevent such horrors as that visited upon Guernica in 1937. “Guernica” obviously belongs there, but in 2003 the U.S. is embarassed by Picasso’s iconic image of murderous war, because we are preparing to visit our own horrors on innocent civilians.
The NYTimes now has the story as well.

At the entrance of the United Nations Security Council chamber, a baby blue curtain has been placed over a ruglike copy of “Guernica,” Pablo Picasso’s powerful antiwar painting. Picasso’s depiction of the horrors of war, given by the estate of Nelson A. Rockefeller, who donated the money for the United Nations compound, hung at a site where it often provided a background to televised interviews with ambassadors and other officials. On Jan. 27, when Hans Blix, the chief United Nations chemical and biological weapons inspector, was to appear, microphones were repositioned to accommodate expanded press coverage, diplomats discussing peace were placed in front of Picasso’s image. Speaking of the blue curtain and member flags that now decorate the area, Fred Eckhard, press secretary of the United Nations, said, “It is an appropriate background for the cameras.”

Uh huh.

they ain’t seen nothing yet!

The hawks are afraid, as their continued fighting delay shows. They aren’t afraid enough however, and in that lies their undoing, even if it may mean they will unleash a holocaust first. Washington is making a very big mistake. We already have a major antiwar movement in place, even before there’s a war, and it’s not going to be limited to just placards and speeches, especially if or when the fighting starts. We can bring down the regime in Washington. The only question is how long it will take.

“The difference between this antiwar protest movement and the Vietnam antiwar movement is that we have a huge grass-roots campaign before the war has even begun,” she said. “Our volunteers on the subway are approached by strangers requesting leaflets.”

Leslie Cagan is talking about the February 15 demonstrations in New York and elsewhere around the world:

“This may be our last chance to stop the war,” she said. “If it starts, it will be much harder to end. If marches do not work, we will escalate. We will have to do things to disrupt the normal flow of life in this country. There will have to be more civil disobedience. If bombs are being dropped on other people in our name and with our tax dollars, we will do what we can to make sure these bombs do not get there.”

Alright, whom am I kidding. We’re all going to be locked up, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it happens the day the bombs begin.

“giddy indifference to musical polemics”

A magnificent man is gone. Lou Harrison died sunday evening at the age of 85, but no, of course he’s not really gone. His music and his work as a gentle artistic, social, political, earth and gay activist, will reverberate forever. Maybe his splash will be modest, and this might be appropriate for the peaceful man himself, but in death he may become bigger than life. Saints have a stubborn tendancy to do that.

His own music ranged with a giddy indifference to musical polemics, from Serialism to folkish tonality in the manner of Aaron Copland to Ivesian collage to percussion, along with the many pieces for non-Western instruments. He prized just intonation, meaning pure intervals uncompromised by the Western tempered scale. He sought universal peace and brotherhood, writing or titling several of his works in Esperanto. Above all, he reveled in melodic sensuality and timbral extravagance, born from the pitch-purity of his tunings and the enormous variety of instruments and combinations that he employed.

Barry and I were honored to meet him and his lover of over thirty years, Bill Colvig, at the Brooklyn Academy of Music a few years ago at a concert which included Harrison’s work. They looked and dressed like a pair of old lumberjacks, in flannel shirts and denim, they were very kind and very modest, and they had time and attention for everyone.

Personally, Mr. Harrison was warm and embracing, beloved by his many friends. Of a generation of homosexuals who often sought to mask their preferences, Mr. Harrison was an outspoken gay, marching annually and happily in the San Francisco gay pride parade.
One of his last projects was the expansion, commissioned by the Lincoln Center Festival, of his 1971 puppet opera with chamber ensemble of Asian instruments called “Young Caeser” (his spelling) into a full-scale opera. He called “Young Caeser” “the only opera with an overtly presented gay subject from history,” in the composer Ned Rorem‘s words in the Grove Dictionary of Opera.

Cinderfella

Love Arthur Aviles! He’s at Dance Theater Workshop this week and next, and the company was reviewed by Anna Kisselgoff in the NYTimes monday.

In “Arturella,” he has choreographed a not-so-campy take on “Cinderella” set in a Puerto Rican ghetto. There is plenty of Mr. Aviles to see. He likes to take his clothes off, and the nudity is frontal and otherwise. “Arturella” also has a gay pride message, and Mr. Aviles, in the title role, eventually finds his prince in a long smooch.
. . .
“Arturella” is hilarious and more than community outreach. You don’t have to live in a Puerto Rican neighborhood to appreciate the authenticity of Mr. Aviles’ humorous dance-theater tale. The actress Elizabeth Marrero takes on multiple roles with typical sass. The stepsisters are a man, Alberto Denis and a woman, Keila Cordova.
As the prince, Jorge Merced has a shaved head that matches Mr. Aviles’. Three mice are played by Ms. Koga, Juan Antonio Perez and a kindergarten student, Miranda Benitez. Children and nudity might not mix for everyone, but the context in which taboos exist is also important. In this case these taboos have obviously been broken.

without minds, they’re just jocks

What planet am I from? I had a quick glimpse of this segment of the ESPN subway advertising campaign just the other day, but I didn’t believe the text was serious! This item from today’s “Metropolitan Diary” feature in the NYTimes clued me in.

Dear Diary:
You can count on a New Yorker to critically assess any major advertising campaign. Take the current ESPN campaign that promotes the virtues of sports via posters on bus shelters and in subways. One poster shows a group of professional cheerleaders, complete with big hair, official uniforms and flat midriffs. “Without sports they’d just be dancers,” the poster’s headline reads.
But that poster was placed on the No. 1 train that runs along the West Side stopping near the Joyce Theater, the Broadway shows and the American Ballet Theater at Lincoln Center. A dancer (or dance appreciator), presumably, has cleverly amended the slogan by taping alternative signs on the second and sixth words.
The new, improved, and culturally correct poster of the cheerleaders now reads: “Without dance they’d just be trophies.”
Ginger Curwen

This is New york, you idiots!

a poets’ resistance

I don’t think we should be surprised to find that it is the poets who may showing the greatest courage in the face of tyranny in the White House.

Laura Bush has postponed a White House symposium on the works of Emily Dickinson, Langston Hughes and Walt Whitman after some of the poets invited said they hoped to use the event to protest American military action in Iraq.
. . .
In his message [to his colleagues, one of the poets invited to the symposium, Sam Hamill] said he felt “overcome by a kind of nausea” as he read his White House invitation, and decided the only response would be to reconstitute a “Poets Against the War Movement.” Mr. Hamill said that he had not planned to attend the White House event himself but that the submitted poems and statements would be compiled into an antiwar anthology to be presented to Mrs. Bush on Feb. 12.
By Wednesday, Mr. Hamill said he had received 1,500 responses, and had to create a Web site, which he named poetsagainstthewar.org, to handle the e-mail messages that were overloading his system.

I don’t see any other community showing the same resistance. Most people, as individuals or as groups, can’t even be discreet about their glee when they are invited to add themselves to a Bush photo opportunity. Are they all starstruck, or do they just think they have to be super polite?
One of the poets who submitted compositions to Hamill was Marilyn Hacker whose poem included these lines:

The world is howling,
bleeding and dying in banner headlines.
No hope from youthful pacifists, elderly
anarchists; no solutions from diplomats.
Men maddened with revealed religion
murder their neighbors with their righteous fervor,
while claiming they’re “defending democracy”
our homespun junta exports the war machine…

Mr. Hamill plans to organize anti-war poetry readings across the country on Feb. 12, in what he would like to make “A Day of Poetry Against the War.”
Resist!

“might as well have been invaded by Martians”

It’s damn clear that even after 8o years he hasn’t mellowed. Kurt Vonnegut has some words for the !&#*!@ in an interview on the “In These Times” site.

Based on what you’ve read and seen in the media, what is not being said in the mainstream press about President Bush’s policies and the impending war in Iraq?
That they are nonsense.
My feeling from talking to readers and friends is that many people are beginning to despair. Do you think that we’ve lost reason to hope?
I myself feel that our country, for whose Constitution I fought in a just war, might as well have been invaded by Martians and body snatchers. Sometimes I wish it had been. What has happened, though, is that it has been taken over by means of the sleaziest, low-comedy, Keystone Cops-style coup d’etat imaginable. And those now in charge of the federal government are upper-crust C-students who know no history or geography, plus not-so-closeted white supremacists, aka “Christians,” and plus, most frighteningly, psychopathic personalities, or “PPs.”

He goes on to elaborate in a most generous fashion, so hold on.