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I offer you two selections today. The first selection is a classic dedicated to Buy Nothing Day "a salesman is an it that stinks" by ee cummings. The second is an original anonymous peice off of another indymedia site called Dr Suess meets George Bush. I do hope you like them. Please feel free to post an original piece. The thing about the poetry movement is that you won't find it at other media sites. The poetry movement is uniquely indymedia.
a salesman is an it that stinks Excuse

Me whether it's president of the you were say
or a jennelman name misder finger isn't
important whether it's millions of other punks
or just a handful absolutely doesn't
matter and whether it's in lonjewray

or shrouds is immaterial it stinks

a salesman is an it that stinks to please

but whether to please itself or someone else
makes no more difference than if it sells
hate condoms education snakeoil vac
uumcleaners terror strawberries democ
ra(caveat emptor)cy superfluous hair

or Think We've Met subhuman rights Before

ee cummings

Dr. Seuss meets George Bush
by Author unknown

In honor of Dr. Seuss:
The Whos down in Whoville liked this country a lot,
But the Grinch in the White House, he really did not.
He didn't arrive by the will of the Whos,
But stole the election he really did lose.
Vowed to "rule from the middle," then installed his regime.
(Did this really happen or is it a bad dream?)
Didn't listen to voters, just friends he was pleasin'
Now, please don't ask why, no one quite knows the reason.
It could be his heart wasn't working just right.
It could be, perhaps, that he wasn't too bright.
But no doubt the most likely reason of all,
Is that both brain and heart were two sizes too small.
In times of great turmoil, this was the bad news,
To have a big gummint that ignores its Whos.
But the Whos shrugged their shoulders, went on with their work,
Their duties as citizens so casually did shirk.
They shopped at the mall and the watched their T.V.
They drove their gas guzzling big S.U.V.
Oblivious to what had gone down in D.C.
Ignoring the threats to their democracy.
They read the same papers that ran the same leads,
Reporting what only served corporate needs.
(For the policies affecting the lives of all nations
Were made by the giant U.S. Corporations.)
Big business grew fatter, fed by its own greed,
And by people who shopped for the things they don't need.
But amidst all the apathy came some unrest,
The Whos came to see we were fouling our nest.
And those who cared for the ideals of this nation
Began to discuss and exchange information.
Things missing in all of the corporate-owned news
Of FTAA meetings and CIA coups.
Of drilling for oil and restricting their rights.
They published some books and created Websites
Began to write letters and use their e-mail
(Though Homeland Security might send them to jail!)
What began as a whisper soon grew to a roar,
These things going on they just couldn't ignore.
They started to rise up and fight City Hall,
Let their voices be heard, as they rose to the call,
To vote, to petition, to gather, dissent,
To question the policies of the "president."
As greed gained in power and power knew no shame
The Whos came together, sang "Not in our name!"
One by one from their sleep and their slumber they woke
The old and the young, and all kinds of good folk,
The black, brown and white, the gay, bi- and straight,
All united to sing, "Feed our hope, not our hate!
Stop stockpiling weapons and aiming for war!
Stop feeding the rich, start feeding the poor!
Stop storming the deserts to fuel SUV's!
Stop telling us lies on our mainstream TV's!
Stop treating our children as a market to sack!
Stop feeding them Barney, Barbie and Big Mac!
Stop trying to addict them to lifelong consuming,
In a time when severe global warming is looming!
Stop sanctions! They're killing the kids in Iraq!
Start dealing with ours who are strung out on crack!"
A mighty sound started to rise and to grow,
"The old way of thinking, it simply must go!
No more God versus Allah, Muslim against Jew
With what lies ahead, well, it simply won't do!
No American dream that cares only for wealth
Ignoring the need for community health.
The rivers and forests are demanding their pay,
If we're to survive, we must walk a new way.
No more excessive and mindless consumption
Let's sharpen our minds up, and garner our gumption.
For ideas are simple, but practice is hard,
And not to be won by a poem on a card.
It needs the ideas and the acts of each Who,
So let's get together and plan what to do!"
And so they all gathered from all 'round the Earth
And from it all came a miraculous birth.
The hearts and the minds of the Whos they did grow,
Three sizes to fit what they feel and they know.
While the Grinches all shrank from their hate and their greed,
From bearing the weight of their every foul deed.
So from that day onward the standard of wealth,
Was whatever fed the Whos' spiritual health.
They gathered together to revel and feast,
And thanked all who pitched in to conquer their beast.
For although our story pits Grinches 'gainst Whos,
The true battle lies in what we daily choose.
For inside each Grinch is a tiny small Who,
And inside each Who is a tiny Grinch too.
One thrives on love and one thrives on greed.
Who will win out? It depends who you feed!

Here's a cool one I found from someone who posted here a while back 29.Nov.2003 03:38



Holographic patriarch
Maternal code
Life in numbers

Masses of humanity in virtual bliss
Another motherfuckin' wretched program glitch

Silicon embodiment
Maternal Code
Life in numbers

Left the artificial life in the setting sun
Perpetuate the species

another from the same author called "Sepia tinted Babylon" 29.Nov.2003 03:40


Sepia tinted holocaust
Got the pictures on my wall
Image of blasted Babylon
The mighty always fall

Evergreen nightmare burning grounds
The land of ancient Piltdown
A daydream believer falls on
Latter-day battleground

Triptych high-wire and bottled gin
Firewater acid rain
A cancer in the fetid air
The poison kills the pain

Nightmare no more unholy rain
Soldiers skin has carried on
For daydream friends of noted fame
Sepia tinted song

only one or two more 29.Nov.2003 03:43


Is it just me?

Is it just me or are we all a little mad?
In this crazy, messed up world.
Am I the only one who can't stand the
comercials? The media funk and the impulse
to buy.
Is it just me or are there fewer trees?
There seems to be more and more concrete
every day. Now I'm told that we have six and
a half billion people on this ball of mud
and we have to feed them all.
Is it just me or are there a lot more
homeless people than luxury cars in this
country. If that's not true then maybe I
could spare my Honda for someone's meal.
Is it just me or has the price of bread gone
up? Why do I have to pay more for a bowl of
rice than I do for a bottle of beer.
Is it just me or are we being lied to?
For the life of me I can't figure out who's
tellin' the truth.

Last one 29.Nov.2003 03:46


The times of change are behind us now
The banners and flags are furled
Somewhere, the land screams in rage
At the ones who turned away
Another time, another place
The day was won
Those who screamed in the face of it all
Stopped screaming
Did they lose, give up, or die?
Why is nobody screaming?
Bras were burnt and pacts were pledged
The man could never hold them down
They are the man now, they run the show
And nothing has changed but the chant
More money, more power, and forgotten time
As the fires burn away
Nothing was won and everything lost
By the dawn of the new edge of time
We see through the eyes of
Strangers in the same land

Thanksgiving 29.Nov.2003 08:18


What is a poet but a crier in the dark
Calling to the masses like a reality narc
Snitching on life's secrets that prefer to go unseen
Revealing, unveiling, careening and derailing
What are today's events entailing
Baggage we didn't want to carry
Who spilled the Minoxidil, life is getting hairy

Itching all over, monkey on my shoulder
Got his smelly finger in my ear,
had it up his rear
Digging for diamonds on the ivory coast
Just like his grand-daddy fucking Hitler's ghost
Sucking and blowing and pounding the ground
Blowing out eardrums with hyper-speed sound
Arms and legs in unusual places
Expressions left over on pieces of faces
Plastered with feces
Who's body parts are these?

It's a happy day, lets have a feast
No time to think of the war making beast
Locked up tight in its O.D. case
How do you think that cranberry relish tastes?

Wabash Cannonball
Time for a party Y'all

Portland Writers 29.Nov.2003 21:36


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