Monday, December 31, 2012

PROSE: During the Night Watch: A Tirade on the Emancipation Proclamation (HuffPost Comment)

One hundred and fifty years ago today, enslaved and free Afro-Americans participated in the first Night Watch, where they gathered together and waited for President Abraham Lincoln to sign the Emancipation Proclamation. The Emancipation Proclamation did not free a single solitary slave who was not already entitled to freedom by: 1) various and sundry additional articles of war; 2) by appeals to the Unionist slave states; 3) by the First Confiscation Act; 4) by the Second Confiscation Act; 5) the abolition of slavery in both the District of Columbia and the Federal Territories; 6) by the Militia Act; and 7) and by their FEET, I dare say.

Night Watch Service 


But they waited anyway for a document to come into effect that would affirm the legal enslavement of over 900,000 slaves in the loyal border slaves states of Maryland, Delaware, Kentucky, and Missouri, as well as those in areas under occupied of the Union army, if you can believe the latter. At best, the Emancipation Proclamation was nothing less than an instrument of foreign policy that had no legal consequence for the more than three million slaves living in the Confederacy, and at worst, it was a pro-slavery document that affirmed slavery within its own sovereign borders, while calling for the overthrow of slavery in a foreign country.

Reading of Emancipation Proclamation

At the time, the Confederate States of America was a nation with its own Constitution, though through the forces of civil war, it did fail to become a modern nation-state. The Emancipation Proclamation is quite simply another ragged and sully piece of evidence of this nation's gradualism; it's sorry, protracted, thorny, and knotty history of emancipation that did not begin in 1861 but began with the shotgun marriage of slavery and freedom during the era of the American Revolution.


Friday, December 28, 2012

POETRY: American Lynching Phrase Book (excerpt 2)




How would you like to be as much courage as anyone could have possessed on such an occasion?


How would you like to be the only murmur that was issued?

How would you like to be the life’s blood that sizzled in the fire?

How would you like to be the strangest feature.

How would you like it before one’s very own eyes?

How would you like to be, whose name that would not be divulged?

How would like to meet me in St. Louis?

How would you like to be calmly saturated?

How would you like to have your clothes soaked in kerosene oil?

How would like to be ill and was thought to shock?

How would you like identified, to be satisfied with the identification, to enable the judiciary to sentence the guilty equitably.

How would you like to be did not however thereupon?

How would you like to be no part of the?

How would you like to see who lighted the fire?

How would you like to be who cut off the ear?

How would you like to be who took the head?

How would you like to be the trunk of the tree?

How would you like to be crushed?

How would you like to small bits?

How would you like to be cut into pieces?

How would you like to have stood the ordeal of fire?

How would you like to be the surprising fortitude that stood the ordeal of fire?

How would you like to be the lips when angry knives plunged into flesh?

How would you like to be knives that were quickly produced?

How would you like to lift the can of kerosene to the head?

How would you like to be the burning that was to take place?

How would you like to be a whole civilized nation?

POETRY: American Lynching Phrase Book (excerpt 1)



How would you like to the first; the person knifed; the first person whose ears were then slit?

How would you like to the first bedded, gagged, gowned, bagged, and severely beaten person, claming that you did it to yourself?

How would you like to be the news has been received here of?

How would you like to be the little white anybody, or the wrong gotten hold of by the?

How you like to be mobbed…the guilty one?

How would like to be thereupon...the escapee?

How would you like to be the sheriff and a number of fully armed brave young men?

How would you like to be the cabin at night?

How would you like to handed down…demanded by that boy?

How would you like to be handed over?

How would you like to be a probable fate?

How would you like to be labor?

How would you like to be accounted for, tortured, and then captured?

How would you like to be discharged of their help?

How would like though to have been murdered?

How would you like to be a mutilated body?

How would you like to be the knives by the body’s mutilation?

How would you like to witness the contortions of the body?

How would you like to be extreme agony?

How would you like to be the consensus of an entire state?

How you like to pay the penalty?

How would you like to be a fiendish deed?

How would like to be flamed, and a-flamed, and set a-fire, and burned at the stake?

How would you like to be burned by a pot of boiling water?

How would you like to be burned by the state?

PERFORMANCE: Thick Uncut Piece #50 (Sound Recording App Soundcloud)



Thick Uncut Piece #50


This poem This poem is part of the unpublished book-length project 69 Uncut Pieces: Mutual Meditation on the Mythology of AIDS and HIV and is dedicated to The Children who don't seem to to have the wherewithal, as we once did, to fight for themselves, to fight for their survival. 

PERFORMANCE: Thick Uncut Piece #49 (Sound Recording App Soundcloud)



Thick Uncut Piece #49

This poem This poem is part of the unpublished book-length project 69 Uncut Pieces: Mutual Meditation on the Mythology of AIDS and HIV and is dedicated to The Children who don't seem to to have the wherewithal, as we once did, to fight for themselves, to fight for their survival

PERFORMANCE: Office Hours with Rosalind Krauss (SOUND RECORDING APP: SOUNDCLOUD)





Office Hours With Rosalind Krauss (poem read by the author, with love)

Thursday, December 27, 2012

Sunday, December 23, 2012

POETRY: Thick Uncut Piece #69

just like the rest of you
'm gonna die, but 
it, but you
won't be 
the cause of it. 

This work is part of the unpublished book-length project 69 Thick Uncut Pieces: Mutual Mediation on the Mythology of AIDS and HIV and is dedicated to the children who don't have the wherewith all, as we did, to fight for themselves, to fight for their survival. 


Saturday, December 22, 2012

PRESS: Quotation in News Article "Academia Uptown Reflect on Occupy Wall Street."


"Professor Gregory Baggett, who has previously taught at the New School and Columbia University, and is now a Black Studies professor at City College, also recognized the advantage in the movement’s amorphous nature.
Baggett, who admitted to being quite a shopper, recounted bumping into an OWS protest while leaving the Prada store in SoHo and joining the marchers as they walked to Washington Square Park with his shopping bags from high-end retail shops.

Baggett spoke of the difference of OWS to other social justice movements that may not have accepted protestors that don['t] not fit a certain model, notably people who can afford to shop at Prada. He said he didn’t anticipate marching that day, but felt comfortable in joining the group.
"There is an open enough space that you can accidently fall in,” he said of OWS.
Baggett also compared OWS to Bacon’s Rebellion, which attracted all classes of people, including slaves, indentured servants and the gentry, and sparked the American Revolution." 
OWS Teach-In, City College, CUNY, November 2011

COMMENT: I doubt with all sincerity if I presumed to argue that Bacon's Rebellion sparked the American Revolution, though I am willing to assert that it gave rise to American racist ideology. 
NOTE: I am currently rewriting the original OWS conference paper to examine the movements evolution or devolution since its first appearance in September 2011. The working title for that paper is "Adventures in Negative Space: Some Thoughts on OWS, Then and Now."



Saturday, December 15, 2012

POETRY: THICK UNCUT PIECE #49

featuring: 
Frank Baggett & Shirley Jones;
James Baldwin & Toni Morrison; 
Gaytri Spivak & Andy Warhol; 
Mad Murray, the first & Madeline D. Murray; 
Mr. Frenchy & Felicia Higginbotham; 
Garry Owens & Jim Pardo; 
Sam Schnapp & Linda Goodman
plus the nightshift at Charity Hospital's Ward #11.

Now
one might think to oneself
who am I to speak
since
I ain't been gone yet
to see the sick darlings
(a very fortunate predicament, in my limited and biased opinion)
who Andy warned us about
15 minutes ago
who wear white
and cut
heart
and health
hope
and help.

Whose 
practiced remedy
their 
balm, so to speak
could land on your back
cut 
from the groin to the ankle.

And while in their midst 
or under their care, as they like to put it, 
don't be alarmed
if you wake up
groggy, one morning
in pain
frightened
disoriented
terrified actually
w/o your teeth
wondering out loud, 
"where's my wig?"

And the small of your back
(that most private piece of human anatomy)
exposed
and their cold cold hand
wants to cut you open again
--just to make sure.

This time
a couple of beauties
brought to you by shiny fetishious industrial steel #10:

the first gash
a real marvel of modern medicine
from armpit to thigh;

the latest decision
even more graphic incision
from the scrotum to the jaw.

No...dem people ain't gon tell me my sign.

I already kno...'m an aries when the moon's in virgo and the sun's rising in pieces.

Sound Recording: Thick Uncut Piece #49



This work is part of the unpublished book-length project 69 Thick Uncut Pieces: Mutual Mediation on the Mythology of AIDS and HIV. This project is dedicated to The Children who don't have the wherewith all, as we did, to fight for themselves, to fight for their lives. 

POETRY: THICK UNCUT PIECE #50


featuring: 
hattie gosset, sister no blues; 
W.E.B DuBois; James Baldwin;
Mignon Moore, Diana Ross
Mammy, Rhett Butler and Scarlett O'Hara
W.E.B. DuBois; Eric Foner; and William Archibald Dunning; 
HBO; Sears; the Butcher of la Creme; 
Martin Luther King, Jr.; Julia Roberts; 
and the Racist Integrity Act of 1924

Now
one might think to oneself
who am I to talk
with an 
undiagnosed dick

more like
dirty and diseased
than pure
and free of misery

that 
part of myself 
designed 
for the procreation of human life--wow!

that swinging pendulum of doom
endangering 
the safety of others
not to mention 
the general well being of the prevailing mythology at large. 

And yet and
and gladly and
and in spite of 
(dirty dick and all)
I do 
give a dear
my damned 
quite frankly 

and I
(unlike Miz. Scarlett)
cannot
not 
think about it
not whilst
knowing
its-been-done-already
unto one
speck of dust….a flower
its-been-done-already
unto me

and there ain't nothin 
none of us can do about it 
not one of us 
not anything
there ain't one of us
not one amongst us
who will
gon get
to see
The End
anyway. 

So, tell me.

Who's gonna go 
way down
beneath 
the chaos? 

NO!NO!NO!NO!NO!

There will be no hand holding this time.

Now…

Now's the time for bright ideas.


Now
one might think to oneself
who I am to talk
since, I say I don't believe
yet, I don't take for granted
either
any of the
available 
information

not
single
tainted
drop
of 
it

(puck) 

not the good
or the no good
no yuern
or yours
not anybody elses
not none of the restes
not nobody's 
not even
my very own.

And just why should I?

There has been no real reconstruction here
on this morning's day
in these backward
and troubled
times...

has there been? 


This work is part of the unpublished book-length project 69 Thick Uncut Pieces: Mutual Mediation on the Mythology of AIDS and HIV. This project is dedicated to The Children who don't have the wherewith all, as we did, to fight for themselves, to fight for their lives. 

PUNDITRY: Exposing Racism Alone Accomplishes Nothing: A Comment to Paul Finkleman's "The Real Thomas Jefferson"

True enough, racist ideology was the veil Jefferson thew up to protect himself from the clarity of his own knowledge: Negroes secrete less by the kidneys; they require less sleep; their griefs are transient; the men prefer white women as the Oranootan prefers black women, and blah, blah, blah. After all, exposing racism alone accomplish nothing. The racist edifice that the real Jefferson elaborately engineered in Query 14 collapses out of nowhere in Query 18, where the real Jefferson declared as eloquently as any American had ever done that slavery was not just a source of danger and corruption to Euro-Americans but an injustice to the enslaved as well: "[W]ith what execration should the statesman be loaded," Jefferson writes, "who permitting one half the citizens thus to trample on the rights of the other, transforms those into despots, and these into enemies, destroys the morals of the one part, and the amor patriae of the other." That's right LOVE OF COUNTRY! How the author of the Declaration of Independence could have held slaves is no paradox at all. Preachers and parents gave Jefferson the rhetorical means to resolve that phony contradiction: "Do as I say not as I do." The real paradox is the one Jefferson had to face when he saw his country's well being, not his own, at stake: the paradox that slavery was both vital to building the nation and likely to destroy it. More compelling than TJ's racism are the ideas and behavior of our own less honest and less clear-sighted contemporaries who absorb and adopt Jefferson's behavior without one iota of the insight that simultaneously contradicted it. 

Paul Finkleman, "The Real Thomas Jefferson," New York Times (30 November 2012).

PROSE: Putting a Crown Princess Nanny to Work: A Comment to Maxim Thorne's "How the Crown Princess Nanny Could Help Us Avoid the Fiscal Cliff"



Not unlike the unorthodox behavior of the wife of the heir apparent of Norway to assist a friend, Maxim Thorne's piece "How the Crown Princess Nanny Could Help Us Avoid the Fiscal Cliff" is, too,"a complicated story with a lot a heart." Both the scholar and the Princess possess "a lot of heart," and Thorne deploys this rhetoric to signify not only her but also his willingness to engage in transgressive behavior for some higher purpose. Though we all know better, we all concede despite our collective knowledge that the human heart is the symbolic site where the soul of a human being resides and is the metaphorical center of one's emotional life. So, when Thorne describes Mette-Marit's story as one with "a lot of heart," he is essentially saying that the single-mother-turned-princess was possessed with the spirit, courage, and strength of character to think and act not only in terms of what is good for herself, but rather to think and act in terms of the common good. And I would argue that it took "a lot of heart" as well as spirit, courage, and strength of character to make the kind of intellectual leap needed to identify parallels between the behavior of a princess and our own modern American nation-state. 

Mette-Marit, Crown Princess of Norway
Strategically written only days before the end of the 2nd session of the 112th Congress, Thorn criss-crosses critical intellectual boundaries to remind us that our nation need not follow the self-destructive trajectory of Thelma and Louise, who decided to keep going rather than sacrifice personal freedom for some greater good. While it sho nuff took a lot of heart for Thelma to ask the question and for Louise to answer her question in the affirmative, it would have taken a great deal more heart for the two characters to turn around and sacrifice the self for some higher purpose, just as Mette-Marit sacrificed her identification with the monarchy by disguising herself as a someone from the working class--a nanny. In my imagination, I need not tell you who Thelma and Louise represent, and if I were to tell you, it would not matter one iota which character represented which political party. But this is not movie, and it offers none of us no comfort that Eric Cantor, a leading Republican in the House of Representative, promised that Congress would not adjourn without a fiscal cliff deal. 


Scene from Thelma and Louise, 1991
Thorne is our metaphorical detective Slocumb, who takes after Thelma and Louise on foot in a failed attempt to save them, but the car is driven over the cliff and the movie comes to an end. Not unlike Slocumb, Thorne attempts to remind us that the inability of governing authorities to govern and govern effectively is the kind of erosion and weathering in Washington that could lead reasonable men and women to create a fiscal cliff, (though some say that the combined effect of tax increases brought on by the expiration of the Bush Tax Cuts and spending cuts projected in the Budget Control Act of 2011 are more akin to a fiscal hill rather than a cliff). Rather than add to the hysteria, Thorne identifies a litany of small but mighty tactics by tacticians as diverse as graduate student philanthropists and a Fortune 500 corporation whose combined effects have the wherewithal to achieve real progress, and he is able to do so because history has taught him that Congress under the hypnotic spell of Wall Street is no different than the daredevil who foolishly attempted to jump the Snake River Canyon in a steam-powered rocket, and history has also taught him that American institutions, and in particular those created to affirm, what he describes as our nation's, "philanthropic vision" were erected to mend broken bones.