February 28, 2003
BKS: A Mini-Anthology of Anti-War Poems

[I've just received in the mail the O Books anthology enough, a collection of poems and statements assembled in the wake of 9/11. I'm sticking five up without permission because I like them, but also as advertisement for the book, which is available at Small Press Distribution. I regret not being able to include a longer piece by Ibrahim Mahawi, a Palestinian-Scot, but it is three pages of prose.]


Rod Smith

TED’S HEAD

So there’s this episode of Mary Tyler Moore where Ted’s trying to get a raise & after finagling and shenaniganizing he puts one over on Lou & gets his contract changed to non-exclusive sos he can do commercials which is not cool WI Lou & the gang because Ted’s just a brainless gimp & it hurts the image of the news to have the anchorman selling tomato slicers & dogfood so Lou gets despondent because the contract can’t be rescinded but then he gets mad & calls Ted into his office & says, you know his voice, “You’re going to stop doing commercials, Ted” & Ted says “why would I do that Lou?” & Lou says ‘Because if you don’t I’ll punch your face out” & Ted says “I’ll have you arrested” & Lou says “It’ll be too late, your face will be broken, you’re not gonna get too many commercials with a broken face now are you Ted?” & Ted buckles under to force & everybody loves it that Lou’s not despondent anymore he’s back to his brustling chubby loud loveable whiskey-drinking football-loving ways. Now imagine if Ted were Lou, if Ted were the boss. You know how incredibly fucking brainless Ted is, but let’s imagine he understands & is willing to use force. That’s the situation we’re now in as Americans.


Joanne Kyger

DEEPLY IMMORAL ARROGANT AND IGNORANT


                        For this you get a degree in the government
                                    of My World My Rules
                            Here’s some of the buzz words —
                                    Foolhardy and Inexplicable

                        The current president has been called
                                    ‘a craven coward’
                            by the female senator from California
                              and it’s only May 2001!

                                       And now    still
                        almost a Constant Sense of Outrage
               Corporate capitalist oligarchies own the war
              Feel Terrified? The ‘war’

                 Can go where it wants, when it wants
                          with bizarre expansions
                                      Endless war fear hysteria. Great

There is NEVER an end to profit.    There is NEVER enough
There are no ‘acceptable losses’ when it means more ‘money’

There is no end to profit    There is NEVER enough
That said again, do we enumerate the stunningly horrible


            ‘My Way or No Way’ direction of the Bushies
                 in the world
                              and start gnashing teeth and going ga-ga

But there’s the voice of the people’ isn’t there?
            I hear articulate political observation
                        that hasn’t collapsed into goofy anxious patriotism
            that informs and lifts      the veil of secrecy

                                    ‘The state of the union is none of your business’
                                         says the Vice

                                                  Evil Terrorism   or   Live Rebellion?
                        always just out of reach except for the kid from Mann

                        Terrorist weather yesterday heavy frost and snow
                            collateral damage to the lemons
                                       and baby Bok Choy

                                                But what about all the hot air produced?
                                                   At least I enumerate with outrage
                                                      At least I must articulate
                                                                At least I know what’s wrong

Read the Tao
February 27, 2002


Harryette Mullen

LAND OF THE DISCOUNT PRICE, HOME OF THE BRAND NAME


My large magnetic card flag proudly displays Old Glory
as I drive to Family Dollar for the makings of a Fourth of July picnic.

I pledge allegiance to my MasterCard
that is honored in more stores than American Express.

Oh beautiful, those spacious aisles stacked with seasonal items!
My country, ‘tis of thee, sweet land of Lipton instant tea!

I cut out a great recipe I found in the Sunday paper. A Betsy Ross
rectangular cake covered with strawberries, blueberries, and Cool Whip,
with a coupon for the Cool Whip.

On Independence Day, our all-American front porch shows our true colors
With patriotic bunting and bows, only $3.99 a yard (reg. $4.99).

Our backyard guests sit at our holiday picnic table,
thematically decorated with 10 oz. Stars and Stripes plastic tumblers,
matching table runner, paper plates and napkins from Dixie Cup.

As my hubby grills the red meat and toasts the white buns under a blue sky,
our son shows the neighbor kids his World Peacekeepers Patriot Soldier,
a twelve-inch fully poseable action figure that plays the national anthem.


Tom Raworth

OZYMANDIAS


when someone in virginia
looks at an image from a drone
over afghanistan programmed
to seek males over six feet two
where they shouldn’t be
in farming country
presses a button
and blows them to jelly blobs
you know the safe u.s. warrior
in that hi-tech exoskeleton
is not seeing beneath nightscope gaze
its bootlaces being tied together
by tiny naked hands


Fanny Howe

LITTLE WRONGS


When the cold-blooded are proved right —
judgment secure — case complete
we will first see a tangle
of close-ups — gourd and gold

and apples still rotten
rugosa roses down to three petals only
and each holocaust will be an ant-heap


All the little wrongs will come into focus

But who will be glad about this?

...

Even the bigamists
who thought they were splitting
each lie into fragments
too small to be located

might find their trail is following them

And the short-sighted whose faces
are a blur of glee
may begin to establish shapes
around pockets of light and air
in the thicket they are part of

but they won’t sense the force
that gathers those shapes

into actual consequence
until they themselves can’t go forward

And neither will the hesitant
experience their weakness
as an ability
until it gathers into a body
of uncertainties that has influence

When the one big cruelty comes down on us
out of a seeming emptiness

it will be a helium packed with the force
of freely given evasions

so if some still believe
that the cold-blooded alone are responsible
for this power
how will they show that it came from elsewhere

Nothing has increased

Posted by Brian Stefans at February 28, 2003 01:26 AM
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