ORGANIZER: Diamond Dave of Mutiny Radio
CONTACT: dmndv@hotmail.com
TIME: Saturday, September 24 · 2:00pm – dusk
LOCATION: Front of City Hall Civic Center Plaza – San Francisco Ca.
Created By Diamond Dave- Call Diamond for more information – (415) 240 – 0286
DESCRIPTION:
San Francisco Bioregional poets and other voices for Change, Tribute to digger, bio-regionalist, eco-warrior Peter Berg, www.planetdrum.org. This action is done in conjunction with PeaceDay.org-San Francisco, California and Moving Planet.
The spoken word and the singing word at an open mic.
Open Mic – 2 to 6 pm (or as long as it takes! We’re in for this through and through!)
FOOD NOT BOMBS will share with all. Do what you can, get what you need.
Really, really, really free market.
A drummin’ and dancin’ Mother of All Drum Circles will follow at dusk.
Your ideas are encouraged and welcome to make this truly a day of change.
see comment from me on bigbridge
which is really getting bery big
some of us cannot get big on our own
so we join together as a lubricant
for success
Namaste,
Latif Harris
Editor
BEATITITUDE GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY
561 pages which include many if not most of you hereabouts
Can’t wait for the San Francisco events!
sounds good. I don’t live far from bird and beckett, so would like to read there.
SURVIVAL SONG
This poem is for you Irwin Altman
And for Ed “Foots” Lipman too
For every poet who ever paced the cell blocks
Of San Quentin, Folsom, Attica, and Neil Island
Or gave his life in the people’s struggle
Of Chile, Cuba or Nicaragua
This poem is for those who walk the
Dream of freedom with guerilla visions
In their hearts and eyes
This poem is for those who gave their lifeblood
To wash the streets free of oppression
For those who rest in heroic and not so heroic graves
In the struggle for human dignity
Poet of blue denim jacket
Mechanic of whispering trees
Walking the execution yard
Over the sleepy tresses of rain
The imaginary and not so imaginary
Shattering of the skull
I sit here in my personal prison zoo
Thinking of long unwritten poems
Thinking of young boys who have fought the real war
Of grieving mothers and widows
Thinking of young girls with color-book eyes
Young women in black suspender belts
And knee high leather boots
Thinking of how the words come to late
And never say enough
Knowing that in the Buddha Temple of life
All things must die
Knowing there is no survival
No tarot cards horoscopes or incantations
To being back the dead
I walk the midnight supermarket of death
Thinking of Lorca and that long dirt road
Thinking of the execution wall the hangman’s noose
Ethnic cleansing ovens and genocide
Knowing there is a strange code to this language
We are addicted too
As Gene Fowler pointed out to me
”Evil spelled backwards is live.”
Being made into a State automated robot is evil
But dying can never be evil
For it’s in its whole the disintegration
The Bacterial feeding which in turn
Is a live process
And so the fight goes on and must go on
Until every street has been cleared of assassins
Until every new born is encircled in a poem
The vision remains even as we retreat
Into the depths of our being
Listening to the blood beat solid against the hands
Knowing there are secrets in the bones
That cannot be denied or sold out
To the whims of others
Sleep well my brother
Only the flesh is gone
Your strength lives on in those who dared
To reach out and kiss the sun
Common Thread Collective
Friday’s 3 to 6 San Francisco time, on Mutiny Radio http://www.pcrcollective.org
Call in 330 to 600 415-0511 studio line Open Mic and a streaming voice of 100.000 poets in San Francisco .Call in and give us a poem and and a report about about what is planned in your town! Any ???? Call me 415-240-0286 .Heard aroud the planet and podcasted
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