Gonzo counter-recruiting jam

[jimboloco]

I went to Quackers meeting last Sunday, it was pretty cool.....we did leafleting at Gibbs High School this morning with Vets for Peace, the students and their moms were receptive also flagged a teacher there, a disabled vet. He posted our blurb up in the school as well. We handed out about 400 or so leaflets.

early morning leafleting
high school students
compliments and new directions

I woke up at 5:30, made aracket, my wife still sleeping, got the stash my slacker step-son left out for me ina pill bottle, it was the most beautious bud, broke it down and rolled 3 1/2 joints, put the several seeds in a moist wad of paper towel in a baggie and left in my drawer. (Can not get my seeds to sprout in the ground or soaked, will try this wy, suggestions are welcome).....Got my stuff together, my 33 years old VVAW button from 1972, I wore it to the Last Patrol, faded letters, but a power object nontheless, and my flag with my own bullshit propaganda, "HONOR THE WARRIOR NOT THE WAR,"man, a laminated plastic badge with a flag.

I also put a new VVAW button on my Devil Rays baseball hat. I contemplated wearing tennis shoes or my sandals, good for running, but said, hey I ain't a gonna run nohow, so I wore my slacker thongs, no not on my groin, on my feet you nervous nellies.

I dressed in black. and my old flowered white on blue, ragged at the edges.

It was so kool, invigorating. maybe I'll wear a thong under a sarong.

[jimboloco]

We got there early, yes, I was the last to arrive, plenty of time to kill, parked across the street, ambled over after lighting up a joint and having a few puffs and listening to the radio, the Boss singing "we went down to the river, " a lament for lost youth, and there they were, waiting.
I got a bunch of handouts from Jesse. He was 14 listening to Edward R Murroughs on the radio in Worldf War 2.Waltie Cronkite's forebear, jamming, hard of hearing, time warp tripping, we started handing out flyers to the kids and cars right away. I was standing on the south side but on the side of the school, at 11th Ave South and 34th St S, the kids would come walking up from away south, they were so kool, absolutely, young men and women, we'd say, like, jamming different every time, what was it, prosidy be bop? like that , but I came up with spontaneous raps, courteous and encouraging, the students were receptinve too, I'd like say something like, "I'm with veterans for Peace, I want the military to be used for better things than the War in Iraq, like rescuing New Orleans, " they'd nod and take the flyers, and walk on, I'd rap at them a bit more, depending on my jive stream, it sort of evolved, but I'd say something like, "you are valuable, be true to your country and yourself, Ma'am." a 16 year old kid digging on that, being called, "ma'am " and with all sincerity too. There was this one kid came riding up on his bike, took a flyer from Jesse with his left hand, "ten point peace plan" from the Quakers, and he took my flyer, Jessee's manifesto for the Vets for Peace, "fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me", kept riding so kool, I yelled after him,"dig it," real counter-culture jamming, and the DARE drug cops were watching all the while from up in the parking lot, an embankement five feet up above the street.

A couple of Quaker ladies and this macho peace freak, Chris Baur were across the avenue, by the school ambankement. They'd catch the ones from the south that we'd missed and also the pedestrian walkway across 35th Street was on their side, so they'd get all the kids from the west as well. The cars all turned east into 11 th Ave, S, and we'd see kids getting out of their parents' cars while stopped at the red light at the corner, and they'd ask for the handouts and we'd give them to their parents inside the cars, and also many of them turned the corner up to the parking lot, where we had some more Vets for Peace down there where they'd queue, man, dig it, it was so kool and they'd be stopped there, and had already seen us and would then be receptive to the rear guard, Dwight, a retired businessman, and Buddha Rob, a long haired white Benjamon Franklin of a mane, was in the Gulf of Siam when the tsunami without a name hit the west coast of the Malaysan peninsula, He was at a meditation retreat, now vets for peace jamming.

One time three cars came from across the street from 11th Ave S from the west had their green light across the 34th St thorofare, and they all pulled over one after the other, quick stops, the windows came down and students and parents all took literature from me, I was so elated, the sentiment was clear, very empowering, and I issued messages of hope and concern and that we needed to make changes and for empowerment, jamming, mon. JA.

And Jessee was singing in a modest baritone an original composition gleaned from a gospell song, about how we are led astray, and I was singing back at him, "Cakewalk to Baghdad, " oh yeah discordant harmony for the bourgesoise.

[Zlatko Waterman]

Lovely report, Jim.

Sounds like old times-- getting up early in the foggy Berkeley morning to march down Telegraph Avenue and meet the curtain of tear gas at Sproul Hall . . .


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berkeley_F ... h_Movement

Ah, don't get me started on silly war stories.

You were bobbing and weaving between the streams of REAL flak at that moment, no doubt . . .

Here's a link for your acquaintance who thinks the armed forces should be used for the Katrina disaster, not the self-created Iraq disaster:


http://antiwar.com/justin/



--Z

[jimboloco]

Oh my, it's a movement! I got to get my Fridays off. Real kool.

Earthworks, Robert Smithson, new designs for the Mississippi Delta. Will get the connection, a real advanced society would create a huge earthworks there, spiral jetties and wetland preserves, where will I get my New Orleans hot sauuce? yet, while at breakfast, this fellow from the next table said to us, "I am with the silent majority and I am with you,"

The ladies were aloof, Sarah and Linda. I emailed Linda and said I'd like to see a background check on her. I never could make it with Quaker ladies. My wife is outraged as well. Have to say, how will this translate into the watered down mainstream?

Let's keep it up, man. No bobbing and weaving for me, unless it's apples and hemp.

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Earthworks and Land Art: The Spiral Jetty , 2002.
The use of technological machinery, the secular nature of Earthworks, and the celebration of the individual artist's viewpoint are the ties that bind land art to modernism.
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Abstract
This essay first examines the modern art movement known as "land art" or Earthworks. After explaining the philosophy and techniques used by all Earthwork artists, the essay concludes by evaluating the meaning and significance of the famous Spiral Jetty by Robert Smithson. This 1500 foot coil of earth, salt crystal, and rock that extends into the Great Salt Lake is the most famous work of land artist and has multiple meanings and associations that are analyzed in the paper.

From the Paper:
"Earthworks, sometimes referred to as "land art," are a more recent development of modernist art, although they have their roots in thousands of years of cultural activity throughout the world. In that respect Earthworks differs from modern art movements like Impressionism and Expressionism. Stonehenge in England is an example of an ancient form of land art, and in most other nations can be found human alterations of the natural environment for symbolic or religious reasons. The Earthworks movement of the late 1960s and beyond was not the result of religious fervor or mystical devotion, but rather a grand response to art consumerism and insubstantial conceptual art (Hughes 384). Artists like Robert Smithson and Michael Hizer wanted to create huge and timeless rearrangements of the landscape that no one could ignore due to their overwhelming physical presence in the world. That is the nature of the Earthwork movement."

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Oh man, I just posted your link from New Orleans tto all my family, work mates, and also a lot of anti-war Florida folks, JA! Great link, thankyou. Can you respond to this guy? How is this message out of there, but not this link, can't have nobody from work reading this, pooh! It ain't Berkely, but is bezerkely, man. Cast not thy pearlz before swine, cultivate the brine, soon will be time enough to let them have a quaff.

[jimboloco]

After the morning counter-recruiting at the high school and after breakfast with the Vets for Peace buddies, I cruised down into old Gulfport, and stopped at this cool sweet creative coffee shop at the Art Village Courtyard, and was having abeer and a coffee, when this old lady came in with her cane and a bag. I moved over my beer and coffee, Dos Equis annd French roast, woah, and she sat down, she pulled out her crossword puzzles and she had on deep purple shades and a magnifying glass,

The woman behind the counter was young, had an ear ring and also a tatoo on the nape of her neck and was a listining to this fellow a solar power contracter jamming on about the zoning fights he had to get his biz on 22 ave, I was jamming with him as well, and this lady at my table puts on her deep purple shades and takes a swig of coffee, me I am stoned and elated from the morning;s counter-recruiting activities at the high school, and also quaffing a beer and coffee, buzzed, and she says to me,

"There's two potatoes standing on the corner. How can you tell which one's the prostitute?"

I swear, she says "The one stamped I de ho!"

Mercy, what a flamer, I was suddenly awakened, and then she sang a little ditty, I had to copy it down, mmmmf, here it is,

"Today I'm the happiest girl in the land,
I just got divorced from my old man,
I laughed and laughed at the judge's decision,
gave him the kids and they wasn't hisn."

mercy she was so cute.

Then the solar power contracter started telling about this funeral home where he was putting in solar power, it was above this guy's kitchen, and he was sitting at a table having breakfast and the floor opened up and up arose a platform from below, the funeral man and a stiff on a gurney, he wheeled it away to the preparation room, the platform descended and the floor closed up.

Mercy,I said, "it was all I could take". I quaffed down the beer, took me coffe and split, but not without warm regards, there is a parrallel culture jamming man, I got the number for my slacker step-son to jam at the open mike or even a gig there, a stage outside with a plug. Surrounded by gallery shops and the Kool Beans Coffee Shop, man.