you were driving in your SUV
my Sister and me in the
Passenger Seats
It was the HighWays of Northern BC
and we were Both inTerested
my Sister and me
( I know what that means )
but
she was too Young for you
It seems you were in Trouble
You’d smashed a teleVision Screen
wrapped your X in a Purple Scarf
and thrown her off a
Ravine
We were going to an Empty
Work Site
for Road Building
or SomeThing
to wait for my Mother
( I’m not Sure what that means )
There was a Room for me in the Trailer
I put a Green Poster on the Wall
I was Naked
with the Door Open
smoking Weed
and could see my Sister
down the Hall
acting Silly
She knew
she was too Young for you
A Real Nice
Girl
You saw me Naked and I
vanished
behind
the Door
You came into my Room
and I sat down on the Bed
You sat beside me
I think
we kissed
or SomeThing
It didn't Hurt
Then we were looking out the Window
beyond the
Empty Lot
at a Wild River
like the One at Morricetown Canyon
and I said
“I’m going back to my BoyFriend
now”
You seemed a Bit disGruntled
but what did you xpect?
I was sleeping beside him Right then
wherever the
Waking World
was
The Lot was Big and Full of Abandoned Machinery
Mountains in the disTance
Mountains Right up Close
It used to be a Mill?
Near Kitwanga?
My Mother arrived
She said she and my Father were thinking of
buying
the Lot
I said they
should
do it
My Mother said
there was
Much Work
needed to be done
to get the Lot
Ready
for Business
whatever Business
that
was
It was NightTime
and there was Piping
and a Bare Bulb
above my
Mother’s Head
Drip
Drip
went the Piping
I said I would help
I allways have Visions of Run-down Lots
this being Only One Xample
It was Probably a Sign
of the Things to come
“My Boy Friend will help”
I told my Mom
“He is in Need of a Job”
You said you would help too
and I was Happy
because I am so
Very Fond
of you
Off HighWay 16
on the Road to Kitwanga
there is a Rundown
Mill
I used to stare at it
as my Family drove by
on the Way
to my GrandParents’ House
in the Woods on the Mountain
beyond the Gitxsan Totem Poles
I think you like me
that’s why you're allways
in my Dreams
acting like yourSelf
Only a Little More
together
So you’ll be Glad to know
we All lived Happily ever after
my BoyFriend and you
and All of our
Friends
It was like that Party
the Other Day
( Only my Mom was there )
EveryOne was in a Shipping Crate
a Red Light was on
the Air was Hot
there were Christmas Lights
hung from the Ceiling of the Crate
and we were acting like People in
Close Proximity
making Weird Art
together
and Lately I’ve been dreaming
swaddled in these Blankets
surrounded by Snow
under the Northern Constellations
of People I have known
They emerge
from the Crystal
of my
Mind
to play themSelves
Only Different
At Fist I did not know who they were
One was Ambitious and Confident
and I thought she was anOther
until I realized
there is no Other
The Second followed me through the HallWays
of a Rooming House
or the Visions
of Steppenwolf
and I recalled I had been his Friend
More than AnyThing
A Chain Link Fence appeared
and a Row of Trees on a Grassy Bank
The Third was a Tall Man with Tourmaline Hair
who asked me Questions
about Love from his Arm Chair
and as I answered I realized that
he was you
so he stood and revealed himSelf as you
Then I knew you were a Real Man
a Man for Skis among Spruce
a Man before whom my Thoughts would drift away
unNecessary as Leaves in the Winter
the Man
of whom
I dreamed
when I rode
through the Fraser Canyon
it’s Little Towns huddled
to the Cliffs
up into
the Caribou
where the Pines roll out of
Dunes
The Practical Man
The Man who is Good with his Hands
Who doesn't understand EveryThing I say but
doesn’t care
and with whom I can disappear
into Homes and Horses
Children and Gardens
on a Farm
where noOne dare guess
who we are
and the Government
can be sent
away
with Guns
and Poems
Authority vanished into the Land
where the Spirits make Sense to me
the Eagles
Snakes
and Rivers talk
and we are a Complicated Form
of the Whole
who understands the Rain
and prays in Observations of the Air
its Sights and Smells and Sounds
your
Genius
but admit
I tried
my Best
on a Land
I thought
was in Need
I overcame
Fitness Freaks
Hipsters
University Graduates
Sure of their imPortance
not yet
Divorced
Morals
set
as Concrete
Morals
Trim
as
Lawns
Ease
Comfort
Conformity
subUrban
Sleeping Gas
seeping
under my Door
I still broke out
the Privileged Dome
of the Middle Class
I escaped the
Apathy City
to be
your
Genius
because
around
the World
Apartment Buildings are crumbling
Glaciers are melting
Flora are trying
Fauna are dying
Poor Girls are being sold
across Borders
to sit
in Clubs
where
Rich Men are thinking
Life means noThing
We are but Bodies
Slaves to our Jobs
Slaves to our Johns
noThing Really Matters
transcend your Feelings
Please yourSelf
there’s noThing else
Indigenous Cultures
are being driven
by the Baton
of the Mining Industry
Out
CountrySides are being blasted for “Democracy”
Wireless
Connections
and Pop Music
Out
If I didn’t fight this Shit
I would hate mySelf
If I couldn’t fight
this Shit
I would kill my Self
If I couldn’t
transcend this Shit
I would make mySelf
in the Image
of the outCast Innocent
a Lost Hooker stabbed in an AlleyWay
over $200
or a Bundle of Meth
Here are
my Sx
my Drugs
my Anarky
xplained
a
Nut Shell
Full
of
Colorful
Symbols
screaming
I want Better
There must be Better
There must be Better
must
must
must be Better
must be Better
than this
BullShit
Whoa
I hate the Status Quo
Whoa
I hate the Status Quo
Whoa
I hate
I hate the Status Quo
Whoa Whoa Whoa
I hate the Status Quo
“She might be Right
but she’s
too inTense
about it”
“A Little Bit
Self Righteous
you think?”
Look at you
You are Napalm
cascading
from AirPlanes
onto Tribal People
All you Plastic Addicts
your Houses are Full
of the Blood
of the Earth
Full of the Pompous
Self-Justifications
of Parasites
Look at you
sit in your ClassRoom
Look at you
sit in your Office
Look at you
sit at your Computer
You smile
sell
Health
Rights
Conscientious
Consumption
Civility
to the
Masses
Well
begone
begone
begone
begone
hypoCrisy
Out
Out
Out
I want it
out
of
here
I want it
out
of
here
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
That’s the Meaning of
God!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
I want
my
Perfect reNunciation
I want
my
Perfect proLiferation
I want
my
Perfect Message
I want
the
Unity
of
Species
in
Worth
I want
Depth
celebrated
in
Modern
Life
I want
Pan to dance
under telePhone Poles
Concrete cracking beneath his Hooves
Flowers bursting
from the Cracks
Trees to twine where Cars lurked
Gardens and Peoples and Creatures
to twist about the Places
where we used to shop
Follow Pan’s Flute
and Persephone will smile up on your
Journey
as the Fall of Night
brings Parties
to the Lives
of Dark
and Dangerous
Peoples
with
Bright
Eyes
My Peoples
My Parties
If you make it
you’re Welcome
Sound recorded, Video shot and composed by jody franklin
Beacon Hill Park / Cook'd St House / Vic. City / BC / Coast Salish / CA / TiL LLWAM
ToDay
I am
in Love
with Vancouver
which Once
I hated
for here
I
stand
beneath
its
Green
Leaves
with a
Warrior
of its
Streets
who dares
bring down
its Oceanic
Towers
and fears
for the
Health
of its
People
who fights
the Rich
who made
his Beauty
and has not
been corrupted
by my Drugs
nor my Love
of him
though he could learn of the rEvolutions
of Glaciers
and Ant Hills
and the Sacred
Worthiness
of Jokes
to see my
Solitary Visions
which are
the Visions
of Flowers
Hideous and Smiling
stuck to the Tips
of the Tentacles
of the Octopus
of the Void
A Pretty Face
that Lies
upon
a Pretty Soul
Proof
not All
the World
is Sinister
but surges with
Altruism
Old
as the First
Trembling
Motes
of Dust
Ours was the Language
of the Birds
there
beneath
the Green
Shade
of the Leaves
of the Trees
of Kitsalano
where I loved him
who was so disTant
and the City
that contained us
I am
an
Oracle
of Canada
spinning
Sybilline
tranScriptions
circa
the Second
Millennium
after the Birth
of Jesus
Lord
of the
Christian
Religion
the Primary Religion
of my
Nation
though I would be Pagan
and Stateless
operating on the Open Structures of Science
deConstruction
and Every Evolution onward
I wish
to
encompass
underStanding
to be
Aristotelian
Priestess
of the InterNet
which is
the
Human
Collective
Mind
given
Form
inFinite
as its
Potential
the Artistic
subJective
Eye
of the Whale
made
of the SpiderWeb
of Xperience
that came
from a Mirror
and crashed
and drained
over the City
of Lysergic Acid
I wail
for tranSendence
of being
for the Sacred
Continuation
of All Reality
as Memes
in which
I walk among you
I eat Food
I am Flesh made Flesh
and I will die in a Body
but where
Every Word
I utter
is a
Step Closer
to
imMortality
I
feed
on
Hallucinogens
for this Reason
I cannot
condone
a Government
which has declared
ilLegal
my Ancient
Practice
I will affirm
in my
Every Motion
my Right
to be
of the Mind
of inSight
underStanding
and Imagination
capable
of governing
in comPassion
lover of the Men
and Ladies
of this
Country
Oppression
withers
when it touches
my
Skin
witness
my
aScent
and be blessed
by my Openness
to All
which is the Radikal
Acceptance
of the uniVerse
which cares Little
for Good
or Ill
and is Deeper
than that
still
Video shot by jody franklin
Summit Park / Vic. City / BC / Coast Salish / CA / TiL LLWAM
though I tired
not I
for I
had danced
like a Nymph
in the Pool
of its Ease
and Complxity
Progress that glittered
like a Computer Screen
and tasted like Money
I came and my Eyes were Wild
and
Harsh as Bramble
from
Lost Loves
I descended like the Cackling Witch
the Apprentice of the Witch
the inVisible Witch
my Witch
my Muse
Not knowing
how to go about
my Days
I was to Men like the Baby Koala
I felt Bad SomeTimes
but
Other Times
I raged
at my Feebleness
I raged like Gods upon Mortals
for I have allways believed in the Greatness of Mortals
But I sauntered on
Part of Space and Time
Catholic Bells ringing in my Head
God a Withered Old Man before my Laughter
I threw Flowers and Boughs at him
screaming, “A New Day is dawning!”
and he honoured my Rigorous Loathing
honoured my Endless Growing
honoured my Mother
the Glass Innards of inFinity
cause I Half Crazy
tossed mySelf yearning
into Gasoline Rainbow Parking Lot Puddles of Ambition
looking for Whispers on the Poetic Thread
of Genius
of Ghosts
wanting them
wanting to join them
in the Heaven / Hell
of Bards
At the Long Table
of Bards
with an Abundance
of Absinthe
and Grass
But I am
Constantly
getting off Track
for Xample
by you
Oh, yes, you
Beautiful you
Justified
yes, Justified
need Muses
All Great Artists need Muses
I will sketch a Million Drawings of you
I will sculpt your Ass and Groin
I will paint your Eyes
Lucky you
You have found a Lady with a Head of Potions
draped in the Moss of her Country
living in Trees
singing
Of a Terrible Temper and Sharp Teeth
and Tears to fill the Lakes of her Wildernessess
who will play her Puma’s Games with you
she’s so Eager
She’s been dreaming of them this
Whole Time
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An absolute laughing stock and pathetic excuse for a barely functioning borderline nut case ... bat-shit insane and destined for prostitution.
- Friend from HighSchool, via eMail
Stop pretending your thoughts matter, your desires are worthy of even mentioning, that you exist other than to be one man's pleasure.
- N.Y.C. Finance Trader, via eMail
If Andrea Coates becomes a world renown anarcho-feminist, it will likely be due to the Oprah marketing effect, because although she is a talented writer, she doesn't have a fucking clue what it means to really fight against the entrenched elite of uber-powerful men.
- Fellow from Fernhood, Vic. City, via eMail
I think you need help. from what i tell you live in a clueless rage, forgoing self-awareness in an effort to act out as a charicature of what you idealize.. you actively commodify yourself, justifying it by claiming that externalization is how you deal with things, when in reality youre trivializing your own experiences like some egotistical ooroboros. Starving for real artsistic and spiritual sustenence you lash out, unable to grok the world outside your own vapid, trashy existence
We are whatever we imagine 1 ) The Universe is Good - 2 ) Life is Good - 3 ) Free for All and a Plenty - 4 ) Please share
Each inDividual a Sovereign State. No State can survive aLone
Regional IdEntity is enjoyed - Community Hospitality is encouraged - Communities organize according to Need and Will ( Suggestion - approx 500 Person interConnected Communities ) - National Borders are metaPhorical
Regional Food Sustainability a Priority ( tear up Roads and Parking Lots & replace with Food Gardens - Promote & research & distribute Alternative FuelSources & BioTechnologies - Use the interNet & Social Media to connect People & Communities with Products & Services to trade & to organize Trades ) FrEConomy = Money is Abolished
All Work Voluntary = Play
Utopianism practiced @ Fun Party : to join the Fun Party, Simply imagine you’ve joined
and @ Super Fun Party : a Sect of Super Fun Party can started by Any One at Any Time
1) Artistic Liberty : the Right to depict in Freedom
2) Sxual Freedom : the Right to xpress Gender as Xperienced and fuck in Freedom following the Condition of Consent
3) Cognitive Liberty : the Right to think in Freedom and to alter Consciousness at Will
3) Pagan Spirituality : a Spirituality based in the Forces of Nature
4) Trans Humanism : Openness to the Physical and Spiritual Evolution of the Sapiens Species
5) Environmental Rights : the Earth and its Eco Symtems are to be respected in their inTegrities
6) Pacifism : resist Violence to the Fullest Xtent
7) Bash Back, or, the Principal of Harm : the Right to defend One's Self against Further Harm by Any Means Necessary
8) The im'Portance of Community and Cultural Diversity : over Country and Cultural Homogeny
9) Anarky, or, Free for All : Anarky is a Self Determining Natural and Social System that xpresses its Self at the Limits of Personal Freedom. In Most Modern Sapiens Movements, Anarky represents a Desire to do away with Global Empire in Favor of Grass Roots Community Organization at a Direct, Inter Personal Level.
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