atlanta & zimbabwe

amos supuni

how can i rise

norbert shamuyarira

The Indians had no written laws. Their customs were handed down from generation to generation and from age to age by the old men, and had all the force of well-defined and positive statutes, more so than the "common law."

The aborigines of this country enjoyed absolute freedom. Their sachems made their own tools for war and husbandry. They worked the grounds in common with other tribes.

They entered into no great war or scheme without the consent of the whole people or movement of a public nature.

If their council declared in favor of war, their warriors declared their approbation by painting themselves with various colors, and rendering themselves horrid in the extreme to their enemies. In this shape they would rush furiously into the council and begin the war dance, accompanying their steps with fierce gestures expressive of their thirst for vengeance, and describing the manner in which they would wound, kill and scalp their victims; after which they would sing their own glories, exploit the glories of their ancestors and of the nation in the ancient times.

Their festivals consisted of dancing around in a circle of curved posts or a fire built in a convenient part of the town, each having his rattle in his hand, or his bow and arrow or tomahawk.

They dressed themselves in branches of trees or other strange accoutrement.

They had no idea of distinct or exclusive property.

Every man could cultivate and abandon whatever land he pleased. They reckoned their years by the coming and going of the wild geese — "cohunks" they called them — a noise made by these birds.   This coming was once a year.

They distinguished the parts of the year by five seasons, viz. : The budding or blossoming of the spring;  the earing of the corn or roasting ear time;  the summer or high sun;  the corn gathering, or fall of the leaf; and the winter, or the "cohunks."

They counted the months by the moons, though not with so many in the year as we do, but they made them return again as the Corn Moon,  the First and the Second Moon of Cohunks.

They had no distinctions of the hour of the day, but divided them into three parts — the rise, power and lowering of the sun.

They kept their accounts by knots on strings, or notches on sticks.  They were grossly superstitious and idolatrous.

He was the most improvident animal existing; his present necessities satisfied, and he was happy.

He wasted no thought on the morrow.

A man could have as many wives as he could support.  He could abandon one and seek another when he pleased, and the wife could do the same.

hon. james henry miller  1906

Confession

'I shall now give a short sketch of my life. I was born in Floyd County, Virginia in 1858. I was raised in the beautiful and picturesque All-egheny Mountains. I lived there until I was twenty-five years old, and moved to West Virginia in 1883. In 1884 I moved to Hinton, Summers County.

In 1886 I married Ann Brown.

Owing to my illiteracy, I will not give a history of my early life. I will commence from the time I came to this State, and give only a sketch of my trouble after I was married. I had always been a hard-working, sober, peaceful and quiet man until I came to the realization of the fact that I had married a vile woman. Being the husband of a woman of this character caused me a great deal of trouble. I considered it the downfall of myself and children. The fact that I had married a woman of that char-acter caused me much trouble, and finally I took to drinking, thinking to drown my mortification and shame ; but it did not suc-ceed. It led to much trouble.

My wife was not true to me, and besides, she was very high-tempered and abusive to me. In spite of all I could do she became worse to me and harder to please. Finally, she got to dividing her attentions between other men and myself. In the fall some men came to my house on account of her, and abused me, and tried to get me to do or to say something to give them a chance to shoot me. She had frequently taken rides with those men, and afterwards they said she was the cause of it, and they had nothing against me.

After this I saw it was danger-ous to live with her, and we parted, she going to Fayette County at my expense. After she had been there two or three months she wrote me to bring or send her some money, and I sent her money two or three different times, and also went to see her. She soon got tired 'of that place, and wrote to me to send her some money so she could come back to Hinton.

She said she could not,would not live without me any longer, and if I did not send her money, she would come if she had to walk.

I sent her money, and she came back and lived with me two or three weeks, and left. Her excuse for it was that she would not live with my peo-ple, or where they lived.

She then came across the river opposite Hinton, in Raleigh County, and rented one room in a house that Bud Galloway lived in. After she had rented this room she wrote to me to come and bring her things. After I had received her let-ter I went to see her. I asked her what she was going to do, and how she was going to get along. She said she did not know, un-less I helped her, or would come and live with her.

I told her I thought she was giving me poor encouragement to do anything, but that she knew I would do anything I possibly could for her, and always had, if she would only do right. The way she talked, I thought she was about whipped out running around, and the promises she made me led me to believe that she was going to do better. After we had concluded to live together everything moved along smoothly until two or three days previous to that unfortu-nate trouble.

A man came to the door and knocked one night two or three days before the trouble. When he knocked I was sitting and she was standing before the fire. When he knocked she darted to the door and opened it a very little and looked out. The man at the door gave it a violent shove; it staggered my wife back, but she held to it. When he had thus pushed the door open, he asked her where her eldest boy was; she told him he was at the watch-house, and he walked away. The boy he had inquired for had just set him across the river. I knew there was something wrong by his actions.

The only thing I said was, 'Who is that?' After that there was a considerable change in her treatment to me. The next day she took my revolver and hid it. When I missed it, I asked for it, and her answer was, 'You have got to quit carrying revolvers,' and she would not give it to me. "She had never done anything of this kind before. I had car-ried a revolver almost constantly since we had the trouble in the spring.

The day my wife was killed I went up on the mountain to work, and, as well as I remember, I started home about three o'clock. I came by my sister's, and she told me she had heard that there was some fellows coming to my house to run me off. At the time she was telling me I thought very little of it, and only said, 'Let them come.'

I went on down to Hinton and got to drink-ing a little. I commenced to think of those things my sister had told me, and I thought I might meet with some danger at any time. I went to Mr. Burke Prince's store and bought me a re-volver. I thought if any one came to my house I would not run, for I had done nothing to run for.

I knew-there was a change in my wife, and if any trouble come up she would be the cause of it, and for this reason she had been too intimate with other men. When I went home I had no idea of shooting her, although I was greatly aggravated over the trouble she had caused me after the promise she had made.

While in Hinton I bought some goods and a pint of whiskey. It was about sundown when I reached home, and I was about half drunk. I also bought a pair of shoes for myself.

After the family had ate their supper my wife came into the room and began to grumble about me not getting her a pair of shoes. I told her that I did not know that she wanted a pair, but if I had known it I would have gotten them for her.

As soon as supper was over her oldest boy walked off. 1 did not say anything in regard to what I had heard about the parties com-ing there to run me off, but I walked out of the house to look after the boy. I stood in the yard a few minutes, but did not see any one, but I heard talking down at the ferry.

I went back into the house after drinking at least one half pint of whiskey. I sat down, and she commenced to quarrel about the shoes.

I sat there and listened at her and also listened for some one to slip in and commence shooting at me at any minute.

I thought she had given my revolver to some one to shoot me with. I did not say much to her, anyway. I was standing before the fire and so was she when she said, 'If you can't get what I want, there is a man that can, and he shall do it, too.'

When she said this I thought of my condition. I had broken myself up trying to please her, and all the time I was expecting to be shot at any minute on account of her. I don't know what kind of a condition I did get into.

I flew into a mad fit, and, taking my revolver from my pocket, I fired at her. I was standing in about six feet of her when I shot. When I shot she went towards the room Mr. Halloway stayed in, and I went out of the back door.

It was all done in a flash. I did not know whether the shot struck her or not or how bad she was hurt, or anything about it, until the next day. I came back to the house in the course of the night, and when I stepped in the door I realized I did not want to see my wife, and I walked off about fifty yards from the house and stopped.

I heard at least a half a dozen men talking just a few steps from the house, and I was afraid to go back to the house any more. "The next morning about nine o'clock I went to my sister's, and she met me in the yard and told me that there had been some men there looking for me, and they had said I had killed my wife and left.

I was greatly surprised to hear that she was dead.

When she told me of it, if I had had a million dollars I would have given it if I could have-recalled that fatal shot.

I knew it would not do for me to stay there. I left the country. I was in Virginia and Tennessee until arrested.

In conclusion, I want to say that I hope my sad fate will be a warning to all that wish to live a happy life, to beware of bad women and whiskey.

I want to thank the jailer, Mr. Hawley, and the guards, Frank Godby and Wm. E. George, for the kindness they have shown me while in jail.

W. I. MARTIN.

Martin was hung October 3, 1890 before five thousand people.

american flight

university for the idiot

voices heard

stay near your children

don't leave your bag

line up

the scatter blast

and i swim in aquatic airs

over turquoise seas of hair

amid niliac columns

with my sidepocket friend

digging the open

and me just writing down

his thoughts on our

journey to the Field

and the hollows

with dripping streams

fragrant leaves

and giggling flying buzzes

while the wings

sinfonet from the trees

the BIG WELCOME

all this ordering

to save 10%

in their canned misery

directing with a handshake

squaring a living space

but perfumed roses pass occasionally

with self smiles

and the grace of hanging together

he ran to her

her breath still on his skin

and fled with freedom

scouts in the cabin

and they all turn from

the sunrise beauty

in fear that will be invaded too

by the partitioning, placing, timing

selling, confining, lying, disappointing

that is mandatory

in corporate space

where government is the maiden

to Money

more school

endless rules repeated needlessly

smoking, oxygen, masks, risk and disclaimer

economically engineered so there is zero chance

of survival in any crash

grab your life vest

no guarantees on flotation

its just a device

like you

upright and locked

a child sings

says no to the engines

and we lift

here I go brother looking for shadows good morning brother night

my companion I am dead like my mother I hold my hands over the fire

like the lightning that struck her

I walk through the breeze I am the falcon my dreams the falconer

the jaegers will have to take it from me I intend

to put up a good fight

I remember those guitars under your arms still

this jack tar makes a little headway

in to the past with all its spiders touting hour glasses

where I cut my feet on the crystals that have sprung loose

where some negro burns a leech off my shin with a Lucky Strike cigarette

where we go hunting the bulls in britches spun out of mud like gods with tridents

and split tongued creatures knock their brains out going for the gorget

those fables in the photograph like heirlooms put away in brandy

where I see the lieutenants entering the room in maroon

and lifting the slips off of the women with rapiers

so be it

the dream for all its splendor was run over in the middle of the road

while it was licking itself and we will all go south from the Susquehanna

with my chaplet of ashes and ice I swagger through valleys with a black sash alone

and I see the maidens with the backs of their hands over their eyes

listen to them trill on the S that means sad

and see the teachers in the halls asking for excuses in plain daylight

and go to the school at night and see them taking the pups away

the unweened ones with their eyes still shut see them load them in their sacks

watch the water level carefully where the teachers have all joined hands

do you see that concertina below their feet

do you see how afraid they are the water wheel might come loose

do you see them passing their whispers along in the night like a dead man's wind

do you seem them joined to their lies like cancer

do you seem them joined to their word like an insurance salesman

look at the cankers that signify the name of the club on their belts and lapels

when you enter the city limits the road signs announce the time and place

where the diseases are having their noon day dinners

look at them talking like they don't  want to go home watch them go home

watch them accuse the niggers of backsliding

see them grading the paper with a scalpel like a piece of butchers's ice

am I wrong to say there is no place for the parabola or the shipmate in their

shingles of nerves and skin infections

...

I can see all this out the lunchroom window at school and I throw up my dinner

someone slips me a note saying  I was betrayed by a rat I see the teachers

assembled like an erector set and one of them  is looking over at me what the hell

this place is a port of  lies and a sewer of words it is a harbour I must never

allow myself to enter again for the rows of desks are like a regatta of coffins

my teacher has a tongue like a cow it will reach all the way up in her nose

she is saying attention the president will speak they turn on the T.V. up on

the pall the stage it shows a picture of the flag being raised and when it is

tied in place a buzzard sits on the pole speak president cave in my ears

while I am dreaming of submarines

and  a rooster on a ladder floating down a canal

frank stanford 1971

plotinus whispered

     struggle  to give back

       the divine in yourselves

   to the divine in the All

   the silence comes

                 over me

and i open

you cant fault sigmund

a scientist

after the newtonian darkness

misapprehending

the first contact

with the unthinkable

it

       das es

 yhwh

on the floor in a box

jung got funky

with it

made it the past

and here we are

where come to find

das es is EVERYTHING

but no proof for isaac

 

 

nephilim

the alien you seek

in another

is light

is the spark

your oldest part

the eye spot

yet priest magicians

and their altars

keep the light out

kept for  ritual

as a spark

to be dimmed

let your eye

not awake

image-in

embrace the dead

travel far

such changin times

strange movements

unheard untold

and peace a dream

not allowed to have

much less sleep

no choice but exit 2

poverty in a paradise

with all the critters

goin to ground

to eat piss drink

and love

your lane your way

whistled

on a sphere far

far a way

sometime in my late 20's-early 90s

they started dispensing the bags

whatever you purchased

however small-you got a bag

indifferent evil

short term planeticide

the corp didnt care

waste-it loved waste

it was a tool of seduction

solicitation

the bag might get to the can

outside the door

or at best as far as the door

in your house

4KKKK per year over 20 years

and the hydrocarbons rise

from the surface

crud glittering

in the corp's eyes

frosting its ruthless smile

diggin kim

double jointed chinaman sees the bum

across five points

holding up his left hand

looking at the sun

not a clue

but got the chicks

now he heard

loser was going all the way

seeing chick things

from the chick side of things

and his hormones

worse than regular chicks

buddhism couldn't do shit for that

hooking did

the familiar acceptance

the handshake and farewell stages

all conducted

in a laundromat

back room

the china bit

went a long way

the loser didn't know shit

about losing

 

 

the monkey organizational structures

always think they can get out ahead

of the monkey body

gene swarm

forgetting of what it is comprised

but perhaps is a contest of  codes

we re designed to be

moving like tailed 4 leggers

in a tree

where you can do more

than walk

leave your body alone

let it move

with its  own  will

trust  it

exhale  it  all

pleasure  isnt

the half of  it

nothing  refines

a spirit better

trying to keep it together

outside the door

or at best as far as the one

in your house

4KKKK per year over 20 years

and the hydrocarbons

come to the surface

the smog smut

glitter in the corp's eyes

and frost its smile

the lack of leadership
the fear of your friend

in anarchy

keeps it honest

it may just be the early stages

when a movement strikes the difference

but its a plan of ever renewal

of the application of

human kindness and reason

to every group task

it doesn't slice

it stabs

Its the only time in my life I've been drunk.

My comrades and I Secretly gathered over a quart of local wine.  I've completely forgotten  what happened during that night.

I simply remember taht I was awoken at dawn, by a milkwoman,
on the road from STeyr to Karsten.  I was in a lamentable state when I got back to the house of my crux.  I had a bath and drank a cup of coffee.  Then  Petronella asked me whether I had obtained my certificate.

i wanted to show it to her, I rummaged in my pockets, I turned them inside out, Not a trace of my certificate! What could I have done with it, and what was I to show my mother?  I was already thinking up an explanation:  I had unfolded it in the train, in front of an  open window, and a gust of wind had carried it off. Petronella did not agree with me, and  suggested that it would be better to ask at the school for a duplicate of the document.  And, since I had drunk away all my money, She carried her kindness so far as to lend me five guilden.

      The director began by keeping me waiting for quite a long time.  My certificate had been brought back to the school, but torn into four pieces, and in a somewhat inglorious condition.  It appeared that in the absent-mindedness of intoxication, I had confused the precious parchment with toilet paper.  I was overwhelmed.

I cannot tell you what the director said to me, I am still humiliated, even from here.

I made a promise to myself that I would never get drunk again, and I've kept my promise.

The new Chancellery will  have to have permanently at its disposal two hundred of the finest motor cars.  The chauffeurs can perform a secondary  function as footmen.

Whether  as chauffeurs or as footmen these men must be absolutely reliable from the political point of  view quite apart from the fact that they mustn't be clumsy fools.

Amongst the religious practice today there is  none that goes back further than two thousand  five hundred years.

There is less distance between the man-ape and the ordinary modern man than there is between the ordinary modern man and a man like Schopenhauer.

In comparison with the millenary past, what does a period of two thousand years signify?

The universe, in its material elements, has the same composition whether we're speaking of the earth, the sun or any other planet.  It is impossible to suppose nowadays that organic life exists only on our planet.

Does the knowledge bought by science make men happy?  That I don't know.  But I observe that man can be happy by deluding  himself with  false knowledge.  I grant one must cultivate tolerance.

The Russians were entitled  to attack their priests, but they had no right to assail the idea of a supreme force.  Its a fact that we are feeble creatures, and that a creative force exists.

To seek to deny it is folly.  In that case, its better to believe something false than not to believe anything at all.  Who's that little Bolshevik professor who claims to triumph over creation?

People like that, we'll break them.

Whether we rely on on the catechism or on philosophy, we have possibilities in reserve, whilst they, with their purely materialistic conceptions, can only devour one another.

But one day England will be obliged to make approaches to the Continent and it will be a German -British  army that will chase the Americans from Iceland .

I don't see much future  from the Americans.

In my view, its a decayed country.  And they have their racial problem,

and the problem, of social inequalitiies.  Those were what caused the downfall to Rome, and yet Rome was a solid edifice that stood for something.  Moreover the Romans were inspired by great ideas .  Nothing of the sort in England to-day, and as for the Americans, that kind of thing is nonexistent.   Thats why in spite of everything , I like an Englishman a thousand times better than an American.

              -dinners with adolf

the last heroes

 

 

fear and punishment

you were expected

we do not forgive

we do not forget

this is NATURE

chaos is birth

see the children leak

their parents secrets

theirs to dream

their light

to live












All men dream but not equally
those who dream by night
in the dusty recesses of their minds
wake in the day
to find that it was vanity;

but the dreamers
of the day
are dangerous men,
for they may act their dream
with open eyes
to make it
possible.

      -lawrence

to see me peeling off the old walls

why does it seem recovery
rather than discovery

all a part
the only proof
we exist is chance
a child query
did you know
a world free
of manipulation
mechanism

you didnt

no particle
without intent
purpose agenda
including this truth

a last struggle
or the final program
ego jacking to the main
by reflection 

to stand
strapped quiet
without exit
in front of hundreds
in a can
you bought a ticket for
absalom