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Thursday, August 26, 2010

Universe Pory Psalm From “The Alphabet Psalms” By (Posthumously) Pi Kielty

Universe Pory Psalm
From “The Alphabet Psalms”
By (Posthumously) Pi Kielty
Discovered August 1, 2010
Papers Box “F”
Released August 14, 2010

Plenty of emptiful, desolate what? Absence offended none, yet one aspirating poet lacked muse devoid of sun. All wrapped; no expanse timed for no one. Heavy dense the heart without life to share. No song sang. No love yet given nor bared . Lone-ness needs two for rhyme.

Together, every nothing darkness, weighty small inner gloom, condemned non-future with dreary nowhere doom. The sole bard raised pen, arising a soulful solaced yearn. The sparking shard; the tablet smitten. That gift read as written:“Let there be light,” as time ceased its wasting dead.

Pleased, all things together, heart no longer rent, life and love, the grand poet lent.

Sub Terra Vita: DRAWATHON! From the Wellspring of Art—“Wannigan Days,” July 16, 2010

Sub Terra Vita
By Scipio Cepiacanus
August 14, 2010

From the Wellspring of Art—“Wannigan Days,” July 16, 2010

We sit on steps and chairs under a canopy on a raised concrete stage. At the back alley on Aquaria's main street, a lengthy narrow paved walk filled with umbrella-ed tables and chairs, the music--“too much modern blues”--blared on the sat-radio speakers posted high on the ICO's red m brick side to the north. On the south wall of the alley, loomed another stately oven-brick building, housing “The Safety Film.” In this cavern of the alley, a warm night's breeze of dry storm clouds made it very damp. But, lights kept our view illuminated. The dwindling four art groupies inevitably diminished to just me. By myself, I watched the 1 Am to 5 Am shift of the “Drawathon.” Bobzie and Kyrley, each masters of their own oil pastel forms, entirely different in their view, though no less expert at their sensitive drawn touch, amazed my own audience of one.

The Drawathon goes on, near sixteen hours done, almost, not quite eight to follow, to 12 noon. “Warned Again Dayz” starts for the rest of yesterday's tomorrow. Bobzie and Kyrley's started early. Earlier in the evening, my “Dayz” started by listening The Just-One-More playing his Urine show the next block over, in the back of the Side Bar on their hillside amphitheater of amplitude concrete. That now happened nine hours ago, today's yesterday even though the night prevails instead of dawn. I lived another day this night, stretching out the insomnia before into what I feel now: Living as the invisible and omniscient chronicler of this Drawathon. I feel like the Third Man in second person format, but wish to stay quiet and engage only in the general bonhomie of my friends when they break from their art.

The snack tray of butter crackers, Pepperjack and Colby cheese, hard salami and pepperoni dwindles as I munch. Bobzie and Kyrley snack on the platter as well when they step back from the narrow view of their two separate walls to get the panoramic and an artist huddle.

Kyrley returns to his parchment and scrubs away pink and orange parallelisms in order to use the back with anther piece as transparent overlay. He rotates the waxy sheet for a different perspective. As we all know, or should at some mature or clearer state in life, most things of beauty and truth depend on perspective, while lies and wickedness stand on their own for what they are: unwholesome and unlikable. But in this domain of a semi-underground set between two brick canyons, the art and the artist in their two forms before me bring nothing but positive honesty to picture poems. Both my friends, Bobzie and Kryley, have shown me for 11 and three years, respectively, that they can indeed create a thousand phrases into one notable vision. I cannot fail to hope and wonder if ever a writer could capture a thousand pictures in one solitary word.

Bobzie found that after finishing on waveless waxpaper, the new piece, no longer destined for scrap tin sheets, must revert to paper. Now, two rectangular blank white eyes stare at him from what he just drew. He stares into their void and their abyss stares back at him. No longer able to resist the pictured eyes' pouting shouts of, “WE WANT SOMETHING TO DEFINE US!!” he draws into the eyes and emerges with victorious strokes of oil pastel emotion n all around them. He has drawn into his form to be remembered and not described at this point. Not described? Why? I would never want to lessen their impact on the world upon which they yearned with undignified words. Let the audience imagine: It is their image in mirror.

Kyrley goes “aggressive” with black outlines on the flipped and rotated waxen pelt. I see, with near opaque colors doing piano forte from its backside, the former of pink and orange parallelisms. The picture on “pic-true” livens into a cross-legged, gun-totting Sky-Tek samuri, complete with horned helmet and turtle-layered armor. The warrior of art, alert, yet reposed, has his own Apocalypse black air tube popping from the vanilla orange hexa-form headdress. One hand-less arm has fitted in place of fingers a spike driven into the ground to hold the form, and perhaps all of us, to the earth and realityin the weightless time and space of the future. Kyrley then wipes the pastel from the material and starts anew. It is better this way. I just humbly revel in the privilege of seeing it, and no one else besides the three of us ever will.

Back to Bobzie's fulfilling eyeful mirror. . . . He spins to do a karate chop sketch mark on the surface on the right eye. From a nun's habit, he makes Mr. Pear-head, smiling his ivory key teeth. The finishing form, which I can now only demean with words, looks to me like sponge-cake brains popped out of the head like a misfit toy male doll smoking cigarettes on a lazy Christmas night, undelivered, but having one hell of time with scotch and women besides.

Four-fifty-six am, less 24 minutes since the last good song on the satellite radio bouncing off the canyon's red brick walls. Seven hours to go. . Still, the music is not so important. Jovial fun and positive grooves, even searching themes for me, make us fellows in a quest, but Bobzie and Kyrley share their own adventure, and soon I must leave here for them to discover what they hope to observe.;

Five-twenty-eight am. Finally, the morning drive starts on the radio. My favorite The Who song, “Eminence Front,” from the album It's Hard, sudden and sure, woke up us frustrated with what music has become since the end of the 20th Century. The two artists, Bobzie and Kryrley, inspire on a jive, juiced rhythm, and now it is going fast for them still 12 noon on their Rock'n'Draw. I am about to leave, get a little rest, and come back up here to Acquaria later this Friday morning, to “Warn Again” all who pass: Be the poet of your talent; it makes life happier. For the picture poets, Bobzie and Kyrley, I leave them to draw upon their art, the wellspring of their life.

BARTER FEST To Run with Fun, September 18th

BARTER FEST To Run with Fun, September 18th

On Saturday, September 18, 2010, the Abandoned Scout Camp in Hewitt, Minnesota, will host its long-awaited BARTER FEST, sponsored by the Hewitt Lions Club For more details, including the line up of great bands like “Squib” and “The Juggernauts” from the St. Croix Valley of Wisconsin, and Hewitt's own, “Dorthy Fix,” see the flier on the front page of the August 26, 2010 Issue #35 of Freedom-Zine America .

BARTER FEST has music, has camping, and has an old fashioned swap meet, too. But BARTER FEST involves so, so much more. Great times, great fellowship, among past and soon-to-be good friends, the Abandoned Scout Camp plants a real community of like-minded souls on its birth plot for this event. The hosts offer a place where new people with multiple viewpoints can live together, and benefit all.

Time at BARTER FEST will prove a terrible thing in haste. So, just hop on over to Hewitt and take it at leisure. Yes, BARTER FEST on this upcoming September 18th holds just the newest starting line to where people no longer strangers make a fresh run at the Human Race. Come to Barter Fest!! For fellowship, fun, and unforgettable futures to come!!! Find more info at: .

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Review of: Liston, Robert. Terrorism. New York: Thomas Nelson, Inc., 1977.

By Scipio Cepiacanus

This short and very insightful book by journalist Robert Liston first appeared in 1977, at a point in history when religious fanaticism within the two separate Islamic sects known as “Wahabbism” (also known as “Salafism”) and Shi'a Islam began widespread use of the methods of terrorism as a means to achieve their philosophical goals. The term “philosophical” should be read for the euphemism and propaganda it is. For terrorism as a method of war is simply a tool of implementing a political agenda, even, and especially, a religiously-inspired political agenda. Faith-based political agendas of the Islamic-type seek one end. As it applies to any denomination of religion or fanatic & ideological bent (like Marxism) that would use violence or threats of violence, the users of terrorism want their socio-political beliefs to rule over others who do not agree with them, who oppose them, or who defy the “revealed truth” of the agenda.
Terrorism is not a strategy. “Pure” strategy in its most simple form is defined as the creation and placement of material and personnel resources. “Grand” strategy remains the realm of political decision-making, a unified policy where the agendas, platforms, manifestos, and the like are decided. The achievement of the agenda demands that all efforts in peaceful or violent enterprise must lead toward the aim of the policy, otherwise peace has no meaning and war itself becomes the real enemy. War without political policy (agendas) would have no purpose, besides mass senseless murder, genocide or the complete extinction of human civilization. And terrorism does not mean a specific tactic, as a tactic would be suicide bombers blowing up school buses. If insurgency is a strategy using the resources to achieve a political policy aim, then terrorism is the active means by which an insurgency fights. Terrorism is a doctrine of activity, the direction of grand strategy, “pure” strategy, and single activities toward the unified goal, victory. Suicide squads, road-side bombs, and car bombs are the single activities terrorists take to fulfill the agenda.
Terrorism as a method of war for insurgent uprisings goes back thousands of years. The Biblical David, before he became a king, was an insurgent. Later in history, the mighty Romans fought Spanish guerrillas defying the power or Rome. In the years of Rome's occupation of Iudea (modern Israel and Palestine), the third Jewish revolt of 132-136 A.D. (or C.E., “common era”) led by Bar Kokhba required overwhelming force and patience by Rome to suppress. To define terms precisely, insurgency is conducted by guerrillas, those organized and taking arms against an enemy power. Guerrilla warfare by practice IS the use terrorism. Guerrilla-Terrorist (G.T.'s ) is symbiotic and synonymous.
Terrorism is strong violence, and also can be the threat of violence or its mere ghostly appearance, applied by one group against their enemies isolated weak points, most often government leaders or supportive civilians; small portions of the enemies military, police, and paramilitary personnel and bases; or even the enemies military equipment or capital infrastructure (like power plants, bridges, public buildings, etc).
Guerrilla-Terrorists aim early for a simple arithmetic of power, whereby they add to their power in numbers of members and civilian supporters, amounts of equipment, and credibility among neutral or third parties, and subtract the power in those same categories from whatever enemy that opposes them. G.T.s build strength to a point when they have sufficient strength to operate in wider areas of territory, using the population, friendly or otherwise, as a source of supply and money, cover for undetected movement and bases, and for information. Guerrilla-Terrorists, in order to survive and have a chance of winning their political goals through military means, need to force upon the enemy what Lawrence of Arabia described as the “geometry of an insurgency.” This geometry not only means spreading the enemy's armed and police forces over a wide physical space, where isolated small units can be overwhelmed by concentration of effort by the insurgents. It also pertains to dissipating the moral authority of the enemy over its subjects, whom it can not defend or whom it persecutes and relocates (or accidentally kills and maims) as part of an anti-terrorism campaign. And finally, the geometry helps the insurgency by making the enemy politically corrupt, and oppressive, but also, ideally, financial broke from fighting an endless war of attrition. The cost of replacing soldiers, etc. and equipment becomes too great to bear. Either the enemy is annihilated or offers negotiations.
Liston's explanations of the phenomenon of terrorism were quite receptive in 1976/77. Most terrorism before that time reflected anarchist, nationalist or Marxist political agendas, all post-modern and Industrial Age forms of politics inspired by 18th and 19th century experiences. Liston correctly surmised that religious terrorism, in particular Muslim terrorism, would dominate future global politics between the West and the East, but also the Northern vs. Southern Hemispheres. “Terrorism” as a word, Liston explains, derived from the 1792-1796 (roughly) period of The Terror during the middle of the French Revolution, when enemies of enemies, and more enemies, took power, denounced each other, and sent the unlucky ones to the guillotine. No one could foresee in the 1970s the Islamic suicide bombers, undeterred, and unwilling to negotiate; who preferred martyrdom for the causes of their religion.
In the world-wide-war against Muslim terrorists, the insurgency tactics globally of Al-Qaeda and associated affiliates follows this pattern described. Liston admonished any political policy that would give terrorism legitimacy in eyes of the public. By calling any terrorist group (friendly to the US or not) “freedom fighters,” “soldiers,” etc. causes sympathy in public opinion for terrorist. Liston suggested labeling terrorists what they are: Murderers, extortionist, vandals, and simple criminals. Fighting terrorists publicly with military means, and not by discrete special forces, law enforcement, criminal legal proceedings, etc. gives terrorist what they most desire, the status of legitimacy, which makes getting recruits, supporters, and money all the easier.
The questions Liston asks readers and leaders to consider are the same today as then. But do answers by leaders and led differ today over 1977? Liston's obscure book can at least give different viewpoints to today's readers. And the reality of war and terror today require such viewpoints to be formed and heard from all corners of society if democracy will survive an age of terror.