This is a way to start a year in which our nation is in deep freeze

There is a specter haunting the democracies of the 21st century – the specter of a democracy worthy of the name.

Most vacuums in political conversation seem to work in a similar way; there is a perspective that
waiting to be addressed. Frequently the vacuum exists because that perspective doesn’t actually
have a voice yet.
 

How about these apples? Wait, not apples, flowers!

Purdy, like some of the internal agitators who are used for
“green baiting”, do not fully understand or appreciate that Nature was given to them.

shade-prefaced letter begging and bump accusations,
post-facial portraiture and black citational business

Simply put, even if punks had an acute awareness of “the poverty of artists’ lives”( to adapt a phrase from Situationism), they were lacking in a forceful historical understanding on which to base their reading of the present.

That was a nice time to come. In the mid-70s it was quiet and it was very cheap to live. And there was no hype. But I found it very depressing. Then later everything started moving. I think cheap apartments are an essential element in the creation of a counterculture. I think so And landlordism is an enemy of art. It's an enemy of civilization, really.

What creates new ideas within me in such situations, new things to do, is that I play
with my trio because it is my trio and I have a long history with Roscoe so I am
uniquely positioned in this case to find the bridge between these two subsets to
make it into a cohesive whole as a quartet concept.

Let your cup runneth over
Over me
And with the crashing of waves
My heart to yours
With the song of the wind

I pledge allegiance to the
blood soaked flag of the
Dys-membered
Dys-United
Members Only
states of Un-America

Hard now
to flex my cheeks,
show my teeth
and smile.

Natalie Baker's flowers are keeping Tribes fresh!

In the greater context of Spy and the mythic stature of its author, this is
an existential plea—can we, with the stories we tell, give some order to the chaos of even
a single life?

Kelley may have suffered most from the relentless conveyor belt of life, which constantly carries new things into sight and propels older ones away.

When Teresa Rosenthal was a young girl, she witnessed her father’s physical abuse of her mother, and it affected her deeply.

Louise Thompson Patterson: A Life of Struggle for Justice is the finest sort of biography: impeccably researched and chock full of detail, it also compels the reader by crafting a powerful image of the world in which Louise and her comrades lived and struggled.