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  • Now that I'm able to post "New Weblog Entry" again I get to play with ketchup.

    I am writing about Saturday night, on Sunday night, and the Xanga log will say it's Monday. :)

    Warmth, convenience,
    shelter from the elements.
    Bus shelters.
    Of course, if they are too closed in
    they become unsafe
    anything can happen in there
    so we'll have an open front
    glass sides
    with big gaps
    and a tiny little roof
    and it's still a shelter
    you can't possibly get more than
    half drowned in there.
    It is still an attraction
    to those homeless people
    so we'll take out the benches
    it is harder to drown
    when you're standing up
    and now everyone
    shoppers and commuters and the poor
    can huddle together
    on equally sore feet
    in the driving rain
    in our community bus shelters.


    Saturday night was the third benefit night in a row. Educare Press, a local Seattle independent publisher, had a benefit reading for SHARE/WHEEL. Rufus Goodwin read from his new novel Soul Street, joined by street poets Stan Burriss from SHARE and Anitra Freeman (you know her? :)) from WHEEL reading "selected works." The M.C. was Joe Martin, one of the most feisty/lovable homeless advocates in Seattle. (He's the size of a leprechaun and has the energy of a nuclear plant.) Proceeds from all book sales, not just our WHEEL chapbooks but Soul Street and other Educare books too, went to SHARE/WHEEL for the support of Tent City. It wasn't such a big event as the Real Change fundraiser, but we made $300 and every bit helps.

    Then afterwards my friend from WHEEL, Michele, and I went out to dinner with Rufus, Stan, Joe and the publisher folks, and talked for hours. Rufus and I and one of the other men had some interesting back-and-forth on the complexities of both being true to what you want to say and crafting it so that you communicate to your readers.

    Rufus was very subdued during his reading. He began by saying that September 11 had weakened poetry and music for him, that he found it hard to think about anything else. For the rest of the evening, it made me happy whenever he smiled. At one point a couple at our end of the table were talking about their trip to the Northeast (Rufus is from Boston) and mentioned going to the White Mountains "because they have the highest winds of anyplace on the planet." Rufus said, "I went to the White Mountains once, but for another reason." I asked if he wanted to tell us what that reason was, and he said, "No." Then I confessed that I have a huge curiousity bump; my sweetie once drove me wild by placing a book just out of reach when I was on the phone, positioned so that I couldn't see the title. I went wild trying to reach over and see the title. "I'm very easy to tease," I told Rufus.

    There will be pain.
        Live anyway.
    There will be evil.
        Love anyway.
    You can, and will,
    fall on your ass royally.
        Fly anyway.

    He looked at me with the most wonderful grin on his grizzled, bearded face and a light in his eyes, lifted up his wine to touch glasses with me, and said, "I promise; I will argue with you, but I will never tease you."

    I felt the thrill of a double-entendre there.

    I wish I could afford the tech to put a spoken word performance on the page here -- for one thing, Stan's voice can make grown men cry and make women climb the walls! I've tried to give you a Virtual Reading of my stuff, anyway. I read "Sharing City Shelter", the first poem-in-a-box above right, "My Mother's Feathers" below, then "Words" (which I posted in an earlier log), and ended with "Fly Anyway", in the box which is floating somewhere on the right.

    Twenty years ago my mother was
    locked in a little room at St. Francis Cabrini
    Hospital, because we didn't know what else to do
    back then.

    But Mother knew.

    Mother knew LOTS better things to do
    than to be locked up in a little room
    in Spring.

    She ripped her down pillow open
    with her teeth.
    Blew handfulls of soft white feathers
    under the door
    and yelled "Fire! Fire!"

    An orderly actually came
    and threw the door open.

    Faster than a naked toddler
    Mother skinned under his arm
    zipped down the hall
    slammed through the main doors
    and raced down the sidewalk

    three-o-clock in the afternoon broad daylight
    92 pounds in a flapping hospital gown
    long wiry black hair
    and feathers.
    Yelling "Fire!"

    Mother told me the story herself.
    I was never so proud of her.
    To this day

    I stand a little straighter
    when I have feathers in my hair.


    Sunday was Open Mic at the Real Change, then web class. Check out one of my students at his tribute page. The guestbook doesn't work yet, but I will pass on any comments. :)

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    It's a busy few days; V-Day benefit Thursday night, Real Change benefit Friday night, and a SHARE/WHEEL benefit reading Saturday night. Parties! :)

    This little light of ours,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    This little light of ours,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    This little light of ours,
    We're gonna let it shine,
    Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

    Stand for human dignity,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    Stand for human dignity,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    Stand for human dignity,
    We're gonna let it shine,
    Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

    We'll get justice for the poor,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    We'll get justice for the poor,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    We'll get justice for the poor,
    We're gonna let it shine,
    Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

    Real Change is here to stay,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    Real Change is here to stay,
    We're gonna let it shine.
    Real Change is here to stay,
    We're gonna let it shine,
    Let it shine, let it shine, let it shine.

    The second fundraiser of the week I got to go to for free, along with my sweetie Wes, was the big annual Real Change Party on Friday night. It was held in an historic home on Capitol Hill called Pragg House, that has a columned porch and woodwork and fireplaces and all sorts of neat stuff inside, and there were Seattle City Councilpeople and a King County Councilpeople and somebody running for Seattle City Council and an ex-governor and local literati and a whole bunch of people I knew and new folks I didn't and lots of fantastic food and everybody talking to everybody, and a local company, Jones Soda, made a special bottling for the event with the Real Change logo on the label, and we made $16,000 and we only had one speech. : ) Editor God Tim Harris thanked half of everybody in the world, described what we had been doing and what we were going to be doing, and then, in a totally uncharacteristic gesture for Tim Harris, led everyone in raising lighted candles and singing "This little light of ours." He even got choked up over it.

    This is the guy who writes the rather cynical "Classics Corner". ("The website that marks the end of Western Civilization.")

    It was an altogether remarkable evening.

    Real Change


    Next entry: I get back to Poetry! :)

  • Side benefits of doing unpaid work: I got to attend a special benefit performance of The Vagina Monologues Thursday night! WHEEL is a member of the Women's Funding Alliance, which sent all member organizations two free tickets. I was asked if I could go (can I?) and find someone else to use the other ticket. (Why would it be so difficult? Shelter check-in times prevented most of the homeless women from attending, while most of the formerly homeless women are living in inexpensive housing, i.e. out-of-town, and were kept away by transportation problems. And the older women usually blushed at the very idea.)

    Just six hours from showtime I called StreetLife Gallery for the third time and found Rango there. I asked, "Do you want to go see The Vagina Monologues?" and she yelled, "Wow! Yeah!"

    I didn't even tell her until we were on our way that there was an extra bonus to the evening: a Q&A session afterward with the play's author Eve Ensler, Gloria Steinem Herself, the play's cast and two local politicians.

    The Vagina Monologues was a whole lot more than I expected from it. I thought it would be fun, but I expected humor along the lines of "Aren't we clever, we can say 'vagina'!"

    I was blown away. When Shirley Knight told the monologue of a refined Englishwoman finding her clitoris late in life for the first time in "The Vagina Workshop" it was humorous, joyful and poignant all at the same time. The way Tracey Knight delivered "The Woman Who Loved to Make Vaginas Happy," there probably wasn't a dry seat left in the house. After Amy Love gave us the monologue of a Bosnian refugee, "My vagina was my village," describing the beauty and the destruction of both, there probably wasn't a dry eye left. (This was a piece that had extra impact just now.)

    The show is used as a fund-raiser, centerpiece and major talking-point for "V-Day," a movement to stop violence against women and girls. It certainly stirred up a lot of thought, including "Just why are we uncomfortable talking about vaginas, anyway?" Then the play pushes the envelope even farther with "Reclaiming Cunt"!

    I'm not at all sure I agree all the way with "If we valued women more we wouldn't have war" but I do think that it's a part of our whole self-destructive human complex. I want to write a nice long essay working out my thoughts and post it on my main site.
    I won't make you read such a long entry here, though. : )

    I did get a chance on the way out to tell Gloria Steinem that my partner Wes wanted her to know that the line about the bicycle was his favorite quote ever. She said, "Thank you, now you can tell Wes that I confess I didn't invent it. I got it from an Australian woman who got it from a religious debate in which someone said, 'Man without God is like a fish without a bicycle.'" I reported that to Wes and, unreconstructed pagan that he is, he loves the original even more.

    At the time I talked to her, she didn't remember the name of the Australian woman, but it might have been Florence (or Florynce) Kennedy, who is the one credited with the quote in some online sources.
    Odd bits you can learn at the theater. : )

  • As Xanga shakes, quakes, reforms and evolves around us, I think... "Hey! We got hit by a Genesis Wave!"

    The previous environment is being wiped out and mutated at blinding speed by "morphogenetic waves" from Star Trek Technology. With some hitches and glitches for dramatic effect.

    What do we do now? Personally, I'm going to go look for Spock... : )

  • Just hours ago, a judge handed down the official decision in the King
    County Court of Appeals that the City of Seattle's Department of
    Construction and Land Use should have granted the Tent City permit
    application last year. The judge cited national land use codes and said
    that "obviously tents are used as habitations," making it impossible for
    the City of Seattle to use the grounds that living in tents is not
    legally permissible to deny future permit applications.

    Tent City was begun by the homeless organizing groups WHEEL and SHARE on
    March 31, 1999 to provide safe shelter and mutual support for some of
    the 2500+ homeless men, women and families who have to sleep outside
    because they have no other option. Seattle has approximately 5500
    homeless people and approximately 2800 shelter spaces. Even special
    arrangements for vulnerable women and homeless families are far below
    the need.

    After the first few months of camping on various public lands, Tent City
    began receiving invitations from churches to use their land or parking
    lots. The tents still had to move frequently--on the average, every two
    weeks--due to the City of Seattle's insistence that the tent community
    violated zoning regulations.

    In July of 2000, El Centro de la Raza, a Latino community center,
    invited Tent City to use their property for six months, and applied for
    a permit from DCLU. During the public comment period, DCLU received
    over 300 letters of support for Tent City, and about twenty in
    opposition. The police department testified that Tent City had no
    negative impact on public safety in the area. DCLU still denied the
    permit.

    Tent City and El Centro appealed the denial, even though the original
    permit period had run out, because a decision in our favor would
    dismiss the accumulated fines against El Centro for violation of zoning
    regulations-- $75 a day for the six months that Tent City stayed at El
    Centro. The decision also sets a precedent for future permit
    applications to be approved.

    Tent City has moved a total of 20 times since March 31, 1999. We are
    currently hosted by Dunlap Baptist Church at 8445 Rainier Ave South,
    moving Sunday September 31 to The Church by the Side of the Road at
    Pacific Highway South and South 148th in Tukwila. We will be staying
    there until November 17, 2001. A neighborhood meeting is scheduled at
    the church on Friday, September 28, at 7PM.

    Most churches have limited property; they usually loan us their parking
    lots. In such cases, six weeks is a long time. But if a future host
    has the appropriate land for an extended stay, it will now be possible.

    And one more precedent is set for our brothers and sisters outside in
    tents in Portland, Oregon and elsewhere.

    YEEEEE-HAH!

  • freebizmag dot scum

    Those of you who have been reading me for awhile -- do I often call someone a "scumbag"? Those of you who haven't been reading me -- this is your chance to read everything I ever wrote in order to find out if I make a practice of calling people "scumbags."

    A new type of spam has begun reaching my inbox. "Our company (that I have never dealt with and never even heard of) feels a great sense of sympathy for the victims of the September 11 tragedy, so BUY FROM US NOW and we'll donate our profits to the American Red Cross." Of course, to buy from them you have to give them your credit card number. Would you normally give your credit card number over the Internet to a company you never heard of before? PLEASE DON'T! (I was going to make a joke about "you can send it to me" but I don't even want the hassle. )

    Then there's the guys at "freebizmag" who wrote to tell me they have been working 'round the clock to create a website to accept donations for charities in their local area that aren't set up to take donations over the Internet. Charities, in other words, that I won't know personally. Like I don't know these guys.

    And how did they get my email? Because for the first five years that I used the Internet I was naive enough to put it my personal email address on all my webpages and on all my posts to newsgroups.

    That's why the only email address I use now in public posting is "anitra@spamcop.net". I funnel all my email through spamcop.net. Whatever spam turns up I click a link, and they analyze the header and generate reports to whatever domains are being used by the spammer. Slowly, slowly my spam is dwindling. Maybe in five more years my address will have been dropped off all the commercial lists. < insert smiley symbol for "I can dream, can't I?" here >

    I am reporting all email I get from businesses I don't know who want me to make a contribution to the Red Cross or anyone else through them as spam. I urge anyone else getting such email to do the same thing.

    Stomp the little buggers.

    Most con artists play on their victim's greed. The ones that make me furious are the ones who take advantage of their victim's compassion.

    Please be compassionate -- but be smart about it!

  • Yikes! It's been a week since I've blogged!

    The fallout from September 11 is affecting homeless people here in Seattle. Due to courageous leadership from Bob Santos, former Northwest Representative of the Secretary of Housing and Urban Development (got all that? ), Seattle is the only city in the nation where a homeless shelter is hosted in a federal building. Or it has been. With the increased security now necessary, the shelter has to move by October 1. Plus the economic downturn projected due to Boeing layoffs both decreases the likelihood that we will get more homeless shelters, or even keep some of the existing ones, or get more, and increases the likelihood that more people will need them. :(

    Between those issues, and concern over hate violence against local Muslims, and supporting my friends -- I been busy.

    I do have a new September 11 Activism Page at my main site. Q13.com and WorkingAssets.com are both offering matching funds for all donations to the relief efforts, so your donation goes farther. The Hunger Site is back, and sending all food it collects from sponsors in return for your clicks to relief efforts, through September 30 -- that's one way to donate for free!

    I will get back to reading the people I subscribe to, and acknowledging my subscribers, any hour now! :) Right now I've got a meeting...

    Write On!

    ... back from meeting. This was a fun one, making plans for StreetWrites.

    Welcome to the subscribers who've signed on since September 16th: GC_13, Portia, yvonnedb, framaz, gholmes, allan_m_houston, Angeljnny, navdeep, and kluless. I haven't abandoned you!

    I haven't abandoned the Sites I Read, either. I've been reading more recently (9/20) than I've logged (9/18) -- now I am going to go play in the ketchup. See you in Comments!


  • David Letterman and Craig Kilbourne are back on tonight. Dan Rather was a guest on David Letterman and at one point spoke of how many things would never be the same, that we can never listen to "America the Beautiful" the same; "...Thine alabaster cities gleam / Undimmed by human tears!" He broke and David grabbed his hand. "We can't say that anymore, David!" -- I cried, too.

    Later, Craig Kilbourne and his guests discussed how and when it will been appropriate for us to go back to laughing and be entertained again. When should our TV shows start doing comedy?

    I told Wes, "They should just watch some Irish TV. Or Israeli TV. They've been dealing with this kind of thing for years, and I'll bet they have comedy shows."

    Wes said, "They could just read my column. I've been doing that kind of thing for years." Meaning, creating humor in the midst of grim situations.

    I've mentioned StreetWrites before, our homeless/low-income writers group. We do group performances as well, with a range of material: grim realities, love poetry, anger, humor. At one performance one of the audience came up afterward to say, "We weren't sure we were supposed to laugh. It seemed insensitive to laugh about homelessness." We explained that humor is a survival tool, and yes, we wanted them to laugh, along with us.

    So tonight I've decided to share, with Wes's permission, his column for the next issue of Real Change.

    © Dr. Wes Browning: Have a Little Gestalt on Me
    Adventures in Poetry
    by © Dr. Wes Browning
    September 20, 2001

    Our government cheese connection:

    As we enter our seventh year of writing this column, we try to stay focused. We try to remember to call ourselves "we" all the time. We try to remember to use the word "homeless" at least once in every column. And we try to find something amusing to write about.

    Here's something that I, whoops, we, find hilariously amusing. The literary world has been awed by the news that author Fay Weldon has been paid an undisclosed sum of money to mention the jewelry company name "Bulgari" twelve times in a novel. Ha, ha, big deal! We just found an undisclosed sum of money up our left nostril!

    I mean maybe it's undisclosed because it's a nickel a word, 60 cents. Why get worked up about it until you know how much it is?

    But after being amused, it occurred to us to wonder whether we were ready for this new kind of trade in words. Could we mention the name of a company or a product twelve times in a novel? How hard could that be? What company would we choose?

    We would go where the big money is. Forget companies, we would kiss up to the government! And we would cram twelve mentions into a quarter page, to really give them their money's worth! Now what does the government produce that we could possibly write that much about?

    When we think of the times we have been homeless we think of government cheese. There was nothing like the satisfaction of sitting down in a park with a 50 cent bag of day old bread and a block of government cheese. Government cheese was not our first choice, but it came from our government, whereas our first choice came from Limburg, some foreign place.

    When government cheese is heated enough and then subjected to sufficient compression, it becomes a fair to passing condiment which squirts. We believe a hot dog without melted government cheese is like an unbuttered hippopotamus.

    If all the government cheese in the world were laid end to end, some of it would probably get wet. But, as we always say, wet government cheese is better than no government cheese at all.

    In our experience, nothing catches mice better than government cheese. Not only do the mice prefer it, but a government cheese fed mouse is a tasty mouse, in our experience.

    It has been said with authority that even though Bill Gates can afford any kind of cheese he wants, he would eat government cheese if he thought it would make him twice as rich as he already is. Like that would happen.

    Not many people know that government cheese is highly prized as material for headgear among the indigenous Inuit of the upper Sepik River Basin. Interestingly, not any more know it even now that we've said it.

    In a completely different vein -- the following quote was brought to my attention last week and I thought it was worth sharing.
    "I feel this way about it. World trade means world peace and consequently the World Trade Center buildings in New York ... had a bigger purpose than just to provide room for tenants. The World Trade Center is a living symbol of man's dedication to world peace ... beyond the compelling need to make this a monument to world peace, the World Trade Center should, because of its importance, become a representation of man's belief in humanity, his need for individual dignity, his beliefs in the cooperation of men, and through cooperation, his ability to find greatness."

    -- Seattle native Minoru Yamasaki, 1912-1986, was the chief architect of the World Trade Center.

  • This is what I've been trying to say in my posts and comments since the 11th.

    AlterNet -- Dangerous Times for U.S. Foreign Policy by Stephen Zunes, an associate professor of politics, chairperson of the Peace & Justice Studies Program at the University of San Francisco, and a senior analyst and the Middle East and North Africa editor at Foreign Policy In Focus.

    I am wholeheartedly for hunting down the terrorists. I go a bit farther than most of the militants whose posts I've read: I want all terrorists hunted down and stopped for good whether or not they were the specific ones who brought the sky down on September 11. But as Zunes says, "It appears there is bipartisan support for dramatically-increased military spending, despite the fact that most of the proposed increases have nothing to do with counter-terrorism. Indeed, it is questionable whether large-scale military responses can even have much impact on a loose network of terrorist cells." (Emphasis mine.)

    I have the recurring vision of an army of Redcoats marching out gloriously to confront the American militia. Do we remember how that one came out? Do we remember also being on the other side of army-versus-guerillas once already?

    I don't think we should do nothing. I think we should do the correct thing. And that means putting counter-terrorists in charge of this effort, not military.

    I also repeat, we have to acknowledge our own wrongs and correct them. "Today, in the Middle East, the U.S. backs an occupying Israeli army as well as corrupt Arab dictatorships, which kill innocent civilians using weapons provided by the United States... The more the U.S. militarizes the Middle East, the less secure we have become. All the sophisticated weaponry, all the brave fighting men and women, and all the talented military leadership we may possess will not stop terrorism as long as our policies cause millions of people to hate us." See U.S. Won't Invoke Law Against Israel.

    Zunes summarizes -- and I totally agree -- "Instead of focusing on further militarization, we need to focus upon improved intelligence and interdiction. Instead of lashing out against perceived hostile communities, we need to re-evaluate policies which lead to such anger and resentment. Instead of continuing the cycle of violence, we need to recognize that America's greatest strength is not in our weapons of destruction, but in the fortitude, the caring and the noble values of its people."


    A World UnitedFrom framaz's site I got a ribbon symbolizing the international nature of this tragedy. I also got the peace candle in my header. Click on it to light a candle or peace.

    Many people from other countries lost their lives in the attack of September 11, also, and over a thousand Muslims and Arabs who lived in New York. Terrorists are the enemies of all humanity, not just the enemies of the United States.

    An Afghan-American speaks: '... when you think "the people of Afghanistan" think "the Jews in the concentration camps." It's not only that the Afghan people had nothing to do with this atrocity. They were the first victims of the perpetrators.'


    Links to reactions in the Muslim countries, information sources and background.

    I strongly recommend this study of fundamentalism for additional persepctive on the clash of cultures not only in Islam vs the West, but within our own country. (e.g. Falwell and Robertson with their attitude that "the ACLU brought this doom upon us.") To quote from the study, "When a group in society perceives itself as having its power and authority usurped in the course of social change, the group comes to blame both internal and external causes for its fall from power."


    I do hope that the wave of anger-driven revenge talk I've heard, on Xanga and elsewhere, will subside into thoughtful action. But as reassured as I was by Colin Powell's speech a few days ago that we were going after "the terrorists and the leaders of the Taliban" only, all the headlines keep quoting Bush talking about "war." While I hear the Americans on the street, including the Virtual Street, cooling down, I hear the rhetoric of the administration heating up.


    News from Life

    StreetWrites is a workshop of homeless and low-income writers that I began and facilitate here in Seattle. We meet for writing workshop Tuesday and Thursday night and we have an Open Mic on Sunday afternoons.

    Have I stepped into an alternate universe?
    Post-apocalyptic science fiction?
    Or
    Has our shell been broken and,
    blinking in our shock,
    We tumble out into the real world?

    Today was the first session since Tuesday morning in which we discussed anything except Tuesday morning. I wrote my first poem in a week last night, but it was still about September 11. But two people actually read poems that didn't have anything to do with it! Yee-hah!

    We also talked for at least half the session (in our version of an Open Mic, everyone discusses the readings and the issues brought up) about an interesting question a new member brought in. "How can I refer to God in a way that not only doesn't imply a gender, but immediately lets everybody know that I'm not limiting God to my definition?"

    Anybody else want to play with that one?

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