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  • Yolene Legrand Calendars

    2009 wall calendars featuring the art work of the internationally known, Haitian-born, New York artist Yolene Legrand are now available for purchase at Tribes. This beautiful calendar, on high quality semi-gloss paper is 12" x 12" and has different images for each month.

  • Charlie Parker Festival(link)


    August 7, 2008- August 29, 2008
    Venue: Tribes Gallery
    Address: 285 East Third Street, 2nd Floor, New York, NY 10009

    Thur. August 7th, 6-9 pm: “Bird in the Bush” – Group art exhibition

    7 pm: Live music by Search

    Artists include: Itziar Barrio, Dianne Bowen, Stephanie Colonna, Robyn Desposito, Nikki Johnson, Hilary Maslon, Kelley Meister, Grace Rim, Emily Steinfeld, Angela Valeria, Chin Chih Yang, Alessandra Zeka

    Sun. August 10th: “Dead Bird Films” (Films from the year of Charlie Parker’s death)

    In Tribes Garden

    8 pm: Ryder Pales – Live Concert

    9 pm: Film Screening – “The Man With the Golden Arm” (1955 Frank Sinatra)

    Tues. August 12th: 7-9 pm: Piano and Cello Duo featuring Francesca Tedeschi and Noelle Casella

    Sat. August 16th: “Bird in the Bushes”

    In Tribes Garden

    5 pm: Poetry Reading featuring Erich Christiansen, Steve Dalachinsky, John Farris, Merry Fortune, Yuko Otomo, Amy Ouzoonian, Eve Packer

    7 pm: Live Music - Will McEvoy Ensemble

    8 pm: Live Music - Bobby Sanabria’s Quintet

    Sat. August 23rd: “Love Does Not Make My Cat Play Ragtimey”

    8 pm: Multimedia Performance and music featuring Sabrina Chapadjiev, Joseph Keckler and Chavisa Woods

    Sun. August 24th: In Tribes Garden

    6 pm: Acoustic Jam – Flash-Back Puppy Band featuring Denmark’s Carsten “Nado” Kragelund Adrian Chan, Cello plus an Open Mic

    Fri. August 29th: “Charlie Parker Birthday Block Party” – Free!

    2-9 pm: Day-long Street Fest featuring:

    An Artist Flea Market

    An Open Mic in the East 3rd St. Community Garden.Sign up begins at 2 pm and the event lasts until 5 pm (all types) with featured poets Jennifer Blowdryer, Steve Dalachinsky, Hattie Gosset, Tom Savage, Danny Shot, Chavisa Woods, and Susan Yung

    7 pm: Street Concert featuring the Stumblebum Brass Band

    Contributions are accepted at the door $7

    This event is sponsored in part by: Capital One Bank, Poets and Writers, Loisaida Drugs, the DCA, the L Magazine, Astor Wines & Spirits, Chez Betty Café, Councilwoman Rosie Mendez, Phil Hartman, Anyssa Kim, Robert Mnuchin, Jeanne Greenberg Rohatyn and other private donors.


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Saturday September 13th 2-4pm Memorial reading of I Dream About You Baby, poems by Lester Afflick at the St. Marks Poetry Project located at 131 East 10th Street @ 2nd ave.





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Fly By Night Press is proud to announce the publication of I Dream About You Baby, poems by Lester Afflick.

Book release Party July 19th 2008 4-5:30 pm @ The Bowery Poetry Club- Readers TBA



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Somebody Blew Up America
by Amiri Baraka
They say its some terrorist,
some barbaric
A Rab,
in Afghanistan
It wasn’t our American terrorists
It wasn’t the Klan or the Skin heads
Or the them that blows up nigger
Churches, or reincarnates us on Death Row
It wasn’t Trent Lott
Or David Duke or Giuliani
Or Schundler, Helms retiring
It wasn’t
The gonorrhea in costume
The white sheet diseases
That have murdered black people
Terrorized reason and sanity
Most of humanity, as they pleases
They say (who say?)
Who do the saying
Who is them paying
Who tell the lies
Who in disguise
Who had the slaves
Who got the bux out the Bucks
Who got fat from plantations
Who genocided Indians
Tried to waste the Black nation
Who live on Wall Street
The first plantation
Who cut your nuts off
Who rape your ma
Who lynched your pa
Who got the tar, who got the feathers
Who had the match, who set the fires
Who killed and hired
Who say they God & still be the Devil
Who the biggest only
Who the most goodest
Who do Jesus resemble
Who created everything
Who the smartest
Who the greatest
Who the richest
Who say you ugly and they the goodlookingest
Who define art
Who define science
Who made the bombs
Who made the guns
Who bought the slaves, who sold them
Who called you them names
Who say Dahmer wasn’t insane
Who? Who? Who?
Who stole Puerto Rico
Who stole the Indies, the Philipines, Manhattan
Australia & The Hebrides
Who forced opium on the Chinese
Who own them buildings
Who got the money
Who think you funny
Who locked you up
Who own the papers
Who owned the slave ship

Who run the army
Who the fake president
Who the ruler
Who the banker
Who? Who? Who?
Who own the mine
Who twist your mind
Who got bread
Who need peace
Who you think need war
Who own the oil
Who do no toil
Who own the soil
Who is not a nigger
Who is so great ain’t nobody bigger
Who own this city
Who own the air
Who own the water
Who own your crib
Who rob and steal and cheat and murder
and make lies the truth
Who call you uncouth
Who live in the biggest house
Who do the biggest crime
Who go on vacation anytime
Who killed the most niggers
Who killed the most Jews
Who killed the most Italians
Who killed the most Irish
Who killed the most Africans
Who killed the most Japanese
Who killed the most Latinos
Who? Who? Who?
Who own the ocean
Who own the airplanes
Who own the malls
Who own television
Who own radio
Who own what ain’t even known to be owned
Who own the owners that ain’t the real owners
Who own the suburbs
Who suck the cities
Who make the laws
Who made Bush president
Who believe the confederate flag need to be
flying
Who talk about democracy and be lying
Who the Beast in Revelations
Who 666
Who know who decide
Jesus get crucified
Who the Devil on the real side
Who got rich from Armenian genocide
Who the biggest terrorist
Who change the bible
Who killed the most people
Who do the most evil
Who don’t worry about survival
Who have the colonies
Who stole the most land
Who rule the world
Who say they good but only do evil
Who the biggest executioner
Who? Who? Who?
Who own the oil
Who want more oil
Who told you what you think that later you find
out a lie
Who? Who? Who?
Who found Bin Laden, maybe they Satan
Who pay the CIA,
Who knew the bomb was gonna blow
Who know why the terrorists
Learned to fly in Florida, San Diego
Who know why Five Israelis was filming the
explosion
And cracking they sides at the notion
Who need fossil fuel when the sun ain’t goin’
nowhere
Who make the credit cards
Who get the biggest tax cut
Who walked out of the Conference
Against Racism
Who killed Malcolm, Kennedy & his Brother
Who killed Dr King, Who would want such a thing?
Are they linked to the murder of Lincoln?
Who invaded Grenada
Who made money from apartheid
Who keep the Irish a colony
Who overthrow Chile and Nicaragua later
Who killed David Sibeko, Chris Hani,
the same ones who killed Biko, Cabral,
Neruda, Allende, Che Guevara, Sandino,
Who killed Kabila, the ones who wasted Lumumba,
Mondlane,
Betty Shabazz, Die, Princess Di, Ralph
Featherstone,
Little Bobby
Who locked up Mandela, Dhoruba, Geronimo,
Assata, Mumia, Garvey, Dashiell Hammett, Alphaeus
Hutton
Who killed Huey Newton, Fred Hampton,
Medgar Evers, Mikey Smith, Walter Rodney,
Was it the ones who tried to poison Fidel
Who tried to keep the Vietnamese Oppressed
Who put a price on Lenin’s head
Who put the Jews in ovens,
and who helped them do it
Who said “America First”
and ok’d the yellow stars
Who killed Rosa Luxembourg, Liebneckt
Who murdered the Rosenbergs
And ll the good people iced,
tortured, assassinated, vanished
Who got rich from Algeria, Libya, Haiti,
Iran, Iraq, Saudi, Kuwait, Lebanon,
Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine,
Who cut off peoples hands in the Congo
Who invented Aids
Who put the germs
In the Indians’ blankets
Who thought up “The Trail of Tears”
Who blew up the Maine
/& started the Spanish American War
Who got Sharon back in Power
Who backed Batista, Hitler, Bilbo,
Chiang kai Chek
Who decided Affirmative Action had to go
Reconstruction, The New Deal,
The New Frontier, The Great Society,
Who do Tom Ass Clarence Work for
Who doo doo come out the Colon’s mouth
Who know what kind of Skeeza is a Condoleeza
Who pay Connelly to be a wooden negro
Who give Genius Awards to Homo Locus
Subsidere
Who overthrew Nkrumah, Bishop,
Who poison Robeson,
who try to put DuBois in Jail
Who frame Rap Jamil al Amin, Who frame the
Rosenbergs,
Garvey,
The Scottsboro Boys,
The Hollywood Ten
Who set the Reichstag Fire
Who knew the World Trade Center was gonna get
bombed
Who told 4000 Israeli workers at the Twin Towers
To stay home that day
Why did Sharon stay away?
Who? Who? Who?
Explosion of Owl the newspaper say
The devil face cd be seen
Who make money from war
Who make dough from fear and lies
Who want the world like it is
Who want the world to be ruled by imperialism and
national
oppression and terror violence, and hunger and
poverty.
Who is the ruler of Hell?
Who is the most powerful
Who you know ever
Seen God?
But everybody seen
The Devil
Like an Owl exploding
In your life in your brain in your self
Like an Owl who know the devil
All night, all day if you listen, Like an Owl
Exploding in fire. We hear the questions rise
In terrible flame like the whistle of a crazy dog
Like the acid vomit of the fire of Hell
Who and Who and WHO who who
Whoooo and Whooooooooooooooooooooo!