Police Provoke Violence to Instill Fear at Peaceful Protests

In an equi-lateral system, police respond to acts of peaceful protest – chanting, singing, dancing and sign-wielding – with their own approach to self-expression and the manifestation of their own convictions.  In this instance, police should go ahead and watch the UFC match while eating chicken wings and calling their spouse “suga-tits”.

Paradoxically, it is NOT costume-clad individuals that protesters are dealing with.  It is a body.  Police officers mortgage their humanity when they pick that badge up.  They become a cog in a system of power run by unified intention – they are a single entity.  Fed by an ear-piece, police make arrests when they are told, they rush protest lines when they are told and they use force when they are told a “potential breach of peace” is at hand.  They are leased; trained to sit down on command.

Forget dealing with cops, we need paradigm change.

Pro-Olympic Protesters Struggle With Getting Message Across

A group of extremists voiced their concern this Saturday.  But was their message lost in their approach?

A flood of pro-Olympic protesters took to the streets this Saturday afternoon, in an attempt to voice their support for the Olympics.  The protesters brandished McDonalds advertisements and Coca Cola hats and their haunting chants could be heard through the streets of Vancouver.  Protesters performed chants under the guise of a single megaphone wielding individual: “’Cause it’s lucrative!”, “Generally consume!” and “Eat cheeze burgz!” could be heard.

“I keep forgetting what I’m doing here, then the guy with the megaphone tells me to yell things then I do,” stated one participant.

A criminal element of the protest quickly became evident when a group of radicals in all red Coca Cola tracksuits began smashing windows of local mom-and-pop businesses.  The protesters threw paint on and smashed windows of businesses that were about to flounder anyways, like Tom’s Educational Books and Fin-Addicts, a local fish-specific book store and boutique.

Police were dispatched and arrived on the scene to reinforce the protestors and increase chaos.  Soon, the police were involved in extreme acts of Olympic support such as forcing homeless to drink Coca-Cola at gunpoint and using police vehicles to transport cheeseburgers from McDonalds to Fin-Addicts, which became a target for protestors.  The cheeseburgers were used as projectiles in a courageous act of over-consumption and corporate support against the communist fish store owner.

Stalking
In the dark
Pre-date
T&F
ear
(both)
I just fucking ran
It is in your best interest to do
the same.
If you falter
He catches you:
A house cat
domesticated beyond instinct
pierces the skin of
a mouse
But he doesn’t know
why

I didn’t want to kill it
Just get my kicks

what’s this for?
Hell Bitch?
Fucking Hell Bitch.

sweet Sunday evening
the road became an
aquarium for the fish
of tomorrow

outlook bleek.
Cower!  Retreat!
He’s coming and his
word can melt your
heart but not in a
good way.
The way hot iron meets butter.

the worse is his
tiny beaty eyes
rolling through a
SOUNDSCAPE
We touched and we
ran.

Duchamp
a place on which to stand
a Paradigm if you will
Repossessed
Fragmented
and Distributed like bread amongst the hungry
What will they eat?  If man cannot live on break alone?
What most people fail to see
is that the cake was reject scraps
mostly, thoroughly burnt
charred as fiends
poisoned by Stalinist agents
Where will you piss?  If the urinal’s an Art?
I heard drinking your own piss is healthy
and most British people have dreams of having tea with the queen
So choose a profile
A notion to fit
Or reinterpret perception
and take a piss of it

Eyes heavy
Weight to bare
Nose red as
Stallion hair
Mouth sliding like tectonic plates
Ears sniffing Mind
contemplates

no script, just scene descriptions and raw realism

faces are stories
with ends
beginnings
and middles
but not in that order

and don’t try to read these stories like Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone because they aren’t children’s books
gaze among not through
absorb faces
and let them absorb you
don’t expect conventions
just conversations
just confrontations
and in the air, suspended by mono-filament(i went to school to learn that word),
a complex language is making calculations
faster than the ABS on someone’s death car
don’t expect to survive
When the Real breaks the line
your present will plummet so cut your head open so it has somewhere to go

Cohen is coming, John told me
He asked if I had my tickets yet
I don’t
I doubt I’ll get tickets because my lizard is feeling ill

i have to write 1500 words

on visual culture

on socio-political implications on art

or lack thereof

or idealistically

or bread on the table

or cake

and who gets the cake

when other can’t even have bread

and who paints a masterpiece with their cake

or at least with it in their belly

and who leaves their masterpiece undone, never finished or not existing

because they don’t have any bread

and who takes the bread and realizes within it contains all of the beauty in the world

and who is dissatisfied with cake; thinks it should have more icing

and who sneezes into their cake hoping to plant seeds but the plants that grow are CUBES

and whose sneezes are blue and gold and sprout genius

i hate academic papers

fading waning feels like
training for a race I never signed up for
nor know the planning committee
I don’t want their pitty
I’d rather grit
because there’s more than that pit
I know it
because I’ve seen it
& dont sway me with your rhetoric, telling me it’s
there because i know it
I know it exists and so do you.
Glue – Ambivalence – Gravity
Drink your tea
And I’ll drink your toes