Protest = Art & Theater. The collective realization that the reality we are born into is not permanent, steel reality. Time on earth is limited. The cities steeped in corruption & gloss & saturated-glowing-selling-distraction Need Not be the backgrounds before which we spend all our holy time on the planet. It was chosen & it can all be unchosen.
Cosmic issues play out in public at protests, with Signs (poets everywhere) and chants (music) and anger over the imposed regulations. Laws- against using your own voice, against inhabiting or visiting specific land, street, water on earth, laws that give the right to some men to end other mens sacred lives, etc. The reality we find by default is propelled by those who do not value their own births, let alone the sacred births of others. Requiring a dose of Ra.
Protest is art, can be holier than art, it aims to tear into the flesh of the fabricated reality, to transcend the bricks by whatever peaceful / enflamed needs necessary. Art on steroids. Street theater but it is Real & it is for Everyone. You don't need any money or power or funds for paint or microphones or cameras or costumes to partake & examine the reality. It understands that life can be changed, just as the artist understands the need to create the form of sacred life they wish to live. A flock cry that the struggles put in place by the powerful are not set in stone & will not determine everyone's reality forever. It is art especially when it does not place factual truth (represented by charts and graphs and statistics, skewed tests run in back rooms) as the end all be all of reality. Those things may come second to the urgent need to move the century forward based on principles of jazz holiness art & life.
Mrs. Ledbetter, I want you to have a spacious apartment with nice and simple appliances and windows that seal the warm air in and the cold air out. I want you to have water and a stove that isn't smoky and endless rolls of tight canvas and paper and bottles of ink and paint. Want you to have a telephone on a desk and a computer in the corner and a working typewriter, and clean socks in your drawer.
Do you think you'll make it, Mrs. Ledbetter? The road is fast and unknown.
Thank you for your note with your dreams for the year 2050. I will try to start signing each one up for EBT. Then I will file them in our drawer of thanksgiving prayers & will hand them out on the corner next Thursday. We are first working towards producing a B flat out of the saxophone, this has been going on for fourteen years now. & we are dealing with that pipeline that goes thru the bathroom and is so full of it.. that's that whole road from Canada to Mexico. Do bring your amp to dinner next tuesday. Don't worry about me. We just need to send back all of the mailing from all the people who wrote us for help, so they don't expect anything. Bring your RETURN TO SENDER stamps.
Don’t want to throw away any sacred things. veterans day parade -nyc- an old western cinema'd ghost town silently moving down fifth avenue w/ senior citizens cheering quietly from sidelined lawn chairs & a few tourist attendees -sparse- dotting police barricades, not even enough of them to Be Touching. imagery paid to Float. solemn surreality because it is all real & very painful & condemning it is not advancing any truth. 14 cops w/ machine guns greeting as you come up 23rd street stop & a lone officer guarding the outside of a donut shop w/ giant gun. guy with microscopic bullet holes in his shirt on corner of madison sq park & american flag held to belly w/ Masking Tape, speaks into Tape recorder about the sexual advances made towards him by the director of housing of veterans Affairs. just an audio record never to be released on any website a nameless fossil says no photographs
no law above the poet who speaks his own language.
even when imprisoned imprisoned by a system that cannot hear him
who can say this imprisonment is not dreamed when not based in the reality or logic of the poet. when an agency believes (unwittingly, unconsciously) that it holds a monopoly on intangible truth or reality or time, protest is not enough.
when the corporation believes it owns reality (beyond business) alternate modes of communication fast needed.
The corporation/its minions think that (despite some disagreements) there is one language and we are all speaking it