may it please the Court—
2023 and another Heavenly, Heart-breaking trip ‘round the sun goes into Her leather-bound Ledger. who’s counting?—
i remember getting into the backseat and being driven to baltimore by friends, straight to a radical worker-run bookstore in a part of town that of course had You thinking about the wire. inside we offered to augment the collection of community zines, but not before proceeding down a line of novel, natural s(h)elving: labor, liberation, postcolonial, spiritual, gender… leaving laden excited & impatient to begin. red emma’s—
we were tired when we left and all talk of macrobiotics miso omega-3 and cabbage went out the window and into the bay at the sight of 7-eleven glizzies—
always aware that nearby the us parole commission high-stepped in lockstep with all the superior courts of the land, mirroring motions mirroring statutory pronouncements long unexamined, in thrall of murder statistics, manufactured fear loathing & consent—
the anti- and pro-government folks alike brayed for the extension of the prosecutorial arm over our late-stage royalty: cracked-out hunter, undying trumper, forever young thug forever and truly humble under god. and the rest too—
“‘Georgia, like every state, has laws that allow those […], whether because of intentional wrongdoing or unintentional error.,’ Fulton County District Attorney Fani T. Willis (D), who led the investigation, said at a news conference late Monday night. ‘The indictment alleges that, rather than by abide by […], the defendants engaged in a criminal racketeering enterprise […]’”—
from the shelves: “a people’s history of soccer,” and a frenchman reporting on far flung outposts of empire, usurpation, labor, populism, unrest, and triumph… brazilians mastered the master’s game, palestinians side with catalonia, clerics and capitalists sought the control of the body, the delineation of the pitch, unions became clubs, ballers evaded tackles with feints and shimmies that still draw the un-understanding ire of genteel nincompoops—
a flurry of channel 5 andrew callaghan reporting close to the real, at last, a common practice he says: commodifying the streets, humanizing the streets, all wrapped up into a little article called content. bippers in san francisco, red necks in calgary, code meshing in toronto. walking a nonjudgmental mile in another’s, right past the boarded-up safe injection site—
and leaving early sunset, forgetting election season with all its false promises, we opted to opt-out buy in & drop in to the american visionary art museum which we found arrayed in its rejected beaded spiralings, evil-eyed and just like we’d never even imagined remembering—
sunset and darker blue into lighter blue Into white yellow peach pink purple—