March 21, 2008 has some significance in our time. Hundreds of organizations and thousands of individuals will protest in very decentralized ways. Some are honking and/or texting for impeachment; others are preparing to vigil to mark the 4,000th official US casualty, which will likely happen within days or possibly hours of this writing; others are participating in the 7th Iraq Moratorium by taking self-directed action for peace; some will contact Congressional Representatives urging them to join Schakowski and Sanchez in supporting the right for union organizing in Iraq by overturning Saddam's law kept on the books by the US occupation; more might do something online--creating a web, protest traffic jam--like taking the Voters Pledge for Peace or watching David Swanson in a Stop Wars t-shirt explain how our representatives could flip off the war switch, or hearing testimony from last weekends IVAW Winter Soldier Hearings, or they might visit a site like this. I know I haven't even scratched the surface of what people are doing right now to express their discontent.
This site is dedicated to emerging gestures that embody our time and relay its flawed flavor. Erickson's Munchian Screaming Hawkeye BJ reflects current existential angst simmering at the collision point between our affinity for a mythology about how '60's revolutionary tactics appeared to usher in peace and equality in the wake of a turbulent decade smashing into a future that appears crumbling beneath us. This, broadsided by the power-elite's unquenchable thirst to exploit, creates a spectacular moment of disquiet, malaise and frustration seen in much art today.
Yet, this is just another day. People continue to get active and learn to make resistance part of a daily diet. Despite attempts to muffle voices of decent under the boisterous yelping of a media-military-government-complex, we will be heard by those who listen for us. We are Hortons and we are whos--to borrow a re-emergent theme spawned during the 1954 Army-McCarthy Hearings--we need to listen to one another and take actions to protect each other.
This is a still from the Seuss inspired Russian animated short I Can Hear You (Ya Vas Slyshu), written and directed by Alexei Karaev.
This site is dedicated to emerging gestures that embody our time and relay its flawed flavor. Erickson's Munchian Screaming Hawkeye BJ reflects current existential angst simmering at the collision point between our affinity for a mythology about how '60's revolutionary tactics appeared to usher in peace and equality in the wake of a turbulent decade smashing into a future that appears crumbling beneath us. This, broadsided by the power-elite's unquenchable thirst to exploit, creates a spectacular moment of disquiet, malaise and frustration seen in much art today.
Yet, this is just another day. People continue to get active and learn to make resistance part of a daily diet. Despite attempts to muffle voices of decent under the boisterous yelping of a media-military-government-complex, we will be heard by those who listen for us. We are Hortons and we are whos--to borrow a re-emergent theme spawned during the 1954 Army-McCarthy Hearings--we need to listen to one another and take actions to protect each other.
This is a still from the Seuss inspired Russian animated short I Can Hear You (Ya Vas Slyshu), written and directed by Alexei Karaev.
Hear hear, Tom-
Although I must say that I'm not going to an anti-war protest this time around--I'm not sure who is paying attention. In fact, I'm not sure that march organizers know who their audience is. Is it the TV networks that maybe show up to cover the event? And what will they pass on the the TV news viewer--10 seconds of "look at the crazies?" I think that protest marches should be routed through neighborhoods where people will have to stop mowing the lawn or watching basketball games and will really feel the spectacle on a human scale.
For once I agree with Steve! (actually, we agree a lot...).
I think the national media is not going to do anything for the protests. It only hits home when it hits home, you know?
I like the idea of a March through neighborhoods. But then there is the problem of all of the trash that even well-meaning people seem to spew in their wake.