Boston Massacre II

One wonders who the heck will end up being blamed for the tragedy in Boston. Already Saudi Arabia flies around, but wait, since Iran is surrounded by US troops and has Israel’s air force to worry about, isn’t it possible Obama will blame Iran? Could he be so bold as to blame Noerth Korea?

It was great so many bombs got diffused, but the fear is in the post-facto spin, and how it may be used ot crank up yet another 10-20 year war.

On the other hand, maybe some masochist or nihilist will take credit for the attacks. If it’s someone as widespread as “Al Qaeda” then the never ending war will have its easiest way to never end.

IN fact any war whose mission is to root out all terrorists is accomplishing only three major things as far as I can see:

1) BECOMING the biggest terrorist itself (war is terrorism, on the large scale).

2) making enemies of EVERY other country in the world.

3) Bankrupting the US government and taxpayers so the folks who build bombs, tanks, planes, jeeps, Humvees, unarmored humvees, bullets, guns, provide logistics services (that’s you Halliburton) can line their already fat pockets with even more money.

I mean there is NO WAY to solve this in a democracy so full of bribery and legalized (see the 2010 Citizens United case the Supreme Court messed up on) doling of big money to everyone in office, so we have a worker-bee class that enacts the laws WRITTEN by the corporations who need the laws to…what, save the planet? No, to make more money.

Hence, you get a TAX CREDIT for moving jobs overseas. This one still yanks my chain.

But back to Boston. The nobility of runners continuing to run to donate blood was truly “American,” but isn’t anyone out there worried that this attack wioll just lead the US into more wars in more countries?

Note the William Blum list on the bottom of this repost. The Boston attacks fit so perfectly into the scheme of unending war that though the tragedy is terrible for the USA, it could well end up being another million people dead elsewhere, if Obama (who spread Bush’s war into Pakistan WITHOUT ever explaining anything other than “al Qaeda” and AFTER Osama Bin Laden was dead, mind you) decides this is our excuse to go after Iran…remember, Iraq had 10,000 soldeiers and it tok us four years to gain an advantage…Iran has 280,000 soldiers, and they have hidden anti-aircraft bunkers, one estimate says, that number over 150. Try to forget that China gets so much of its oil from Iran, because if you factor this in, then any attack on Iran truly would have global implications.

OH WHEN WILL IT END? Love and spirituality are now distant historical philosophical dreams. It’s all war all the time now. And on the love front, it’s all about money now. If you find someone who truly loves you for who you are and accepts everything about you as being great and human, then hang on kids, as this decade could be a “hot” one.

The State of Globalization as realized by the G-20 in the year 2012
The United States and its economic allies, as defined by countries subscribing to the North American Free Trade Agreement (NAFTA) and Global Agreements on Tariffs and Trade (Gatt I and Gatt II)and other free trade agreements, have assured themselves their best possible corporate profits by moving manufacturing to countries with the lowest possible factory-labor wages without regard for how this effects their own labor communities, or the horrific consequences of moving products so far in the face of global warming and myriad other pollution concerns.
Lee Jae Eui, the author of the Gwangju Diary, and editor of the Gwangju Uprising, and head Nano-technologist at GIST rightly points out that the best governments are those who create a burgeoning middle class. If the opposite is also true, that the worst governments are the ones who favor larger corporate profits by shrinking their own middle class, then the United States would be culprit number one, and countries like Vietnam, China, Indonesia, the Philippines, Mexico, Argentina, (and too many more to list) who are being abused by this set-up are not to be blamed for allowing these pollution-heavy industries to move in and under-pay their workers, because by each countries standards, the miniscule wages gives a large population of people just enough to get by on. Not what a South Korean would call a middle class existence, but enough to survive.
Benito Mussolini, himself a fascist, defined fascism as “big business and government working together to the benefit of only big business and government.” By this accurate account, the United States has been a purely fascist state since 1980, with plenty of on-and-off examples since its inception in 1776. The United States was founded on genocide, made rich by slavery and continues to feed its insatiable greed by dominating human and natural resources worldwide, at gunpoint, if necessary. Such openly American institutions like the World Bank and the IMF have ruined one economy after the other in order to retain control, drive unemployment up as high as 70% (see Argentina in the 1990s) and then move in manufacturing once free trade agreements are in place that improve profits by banning tariffs on products flowing back to the US. In Argentina, J.P Morgan and Fleet Bank went one step further and BOUGHT its central bank. Once accomplished, the IMF moved in and demanded austerity measures that would assure that JP Morgan and Fleet Bank were paid back their very stupid loans, not in Pesos that were valueless, but in Pesos that, after three years, were jiggered around to being one-to-one with the dollar. Two banks and a handful of manufacturing concerns benefitted, while an entire population was reduced to economic ruble.
This is not an isolated incident. Excellent research by my business English class at Chonnam National University discovered, that, of the 147 largest IMF loans since 1980, 144 countries economies suffered, some greatly, like Ghana and other African countries in which the leaders stole great hunks of the loans (as the IMF knew they would), one country managed to battle back and save themselves (South Korea) and two countries saw economic gains by such loans: Belarus and Costa Rica.
The US itself was not afraid to hand over its own sovereignty to the “trade is king” fascists that thought up the GATT treaties. Continued meetings of the G-7, G-8 and G-20 have been met by ineffective, thus useless protests from the very beginning. Protestors are cordoned off into “protest zones” so far away from the proceedings, the media won’t be tempted to cover them, and the head honchos can walk from limousines to pampered meeting rooms, guarded by expensive security forces without having to hear a single peep from the opposition. It is not hard to prove the globalization is in fact world-wide fascism on a scale Hitler could have only dreamed about.
Even relatively poor countries like Russia can’t help but join the fun, as they sell off their natural resources (mostly oil) so those at the top can have luxurious lifestyles, while the rest of the country languishes in poverty. Was it a coincidence that the US attacked Afghanistan, Iraq and now Pakistan even though 15 of the 19 bombers during 911 came from Saudi Arabia? Was it a coincidence that the very man (Osama Bin Laden) who helped us fend off Russia so it couldn’t build an oil pipeline in Afghanistan as head of the Mujahedeen was the one who created 911 which gave us an excuse to attack Afghanistan because that’s where he was hiding out? No. This was true, because, once in control of the pipeline that circumvents gnarly Iran by going hundreds of kilometers too far to get to the Indian Ocean, the US would also control a greater percentage of the Russian oil profits. As it is, Russia receives about 30% of the money generated by its own oil. Wow, bad deal eh? But Amoco knows how to drill and Luk Oil does not, capiche?
The Iraq fiasco assured that Sunnis and Shia would be fighting ad infinitum. This is a replay of why the US was willing to tie the Korean War, not win it, and lose the Vietnam War badly. Why? Because by in effect losing both wars, Russia and China would forever remain un-allied. Or at least not allied until we could figure out which one would make the steadiest trading partner. Winner, China. The loser, by far, in all of this, has been humanity.
One definition of socialism is “from those according to ability, to those according to need.” China is living proof that communism as a governmental choice has never existed, and its version of socialism does not, in fact, share things equally amongst everyone. Yes, China is growing a middle class, but not at the expense of even an inkling of inflation. Why? Because, as the average factory worker in China makes 52 cents an hour, the Chinese government must control the price of food and rent with an iron fist, and too large a middle class would cause inflation, thus rioting among the factory workers. Lo and behold, over 40 cities in China have experienced such expressions of rage in the last two years alone. As the Chinese were lured off the fields and into the factories, they soon found out that what seemed like big money, came with the price of long hours, high rent, and many families ending up in debt who were NEVER in debt as farmers. Poor yes, but at least not worked to death. They are now working to fill the communist party coffers, while watching high rise luxury apartments go up, and spiffy Audi and Buick automobiles passing the standard VWs on clogged highways. Highways NOT clogged by factory workers, who jam like sardines into the subways, or walk or bike to work.
But if US manufacturing concerns are making so much money in Asia (the plastics industries in Vietnam pay an average of 14 cents an hour!) then why are Americans losing their homes to foreclosure at a 6,000 per day clip? Well, it goes back to 1995, a year in which Bill Clinton, coming off a stunning reversal in the Democratic Party by getting his fellow conservative democrats to usher in NAFTA, he added both the Welfare Reform act and the Banking Reform Act. What a trifecta for the rich! Ross Perot, for all his rotten ideas like surrounding drug-infested neighborhoods with swat teams and Marshall Law, was right about one thing: there was a giant sucking sound of American jobs being moved to Mexico as soon as the sizable tariffs on goods coming into the US were dropped. Winners: corporations, Losers: workers. Altha Cravey in her excellent book the Working Women of the Maquiladoras points out that those highly polluting companies also moved to Mexico to flee what was left of the anti-pollution laws in the US. This gave the hard working Mexicans exciting but heart rending experiences like still-births due to anencephaly, (babies born without brains). Mexicans did not protest, as one dollar per hour is an awfully high wage in Mexico. So the fate of American labor was set, and only got worse once tax breaks encouraged all companies to move to cheaper labor countries. Note: few moved to Africa. It has been Central and South America and mostly Asia that has been dominated by American and European firms and their own subordinated governments under these treaties that help mostly the famous ONE PERCENT that the US Occupy Movements keep screaming about.
But I digress: Clinton’s Welfare Reform did this: it codified and made legal the concept that anyone who receives government help can do so for 36 months per lifetime. Meaning, if you are a single mother who can’t find work, and have three or five children, after 36 months you are done. Couple this with NAFTA and later the effects of GATT one and two, and you have a recipe for disaster. Ice this sewer cake with national, corporate and individual debt, and the stench cannot be covered. Assure the next depression via the 1995 Banking Reform Act, and, “voila,” you have the current mess in the US. You see, after the depression of the 1930s, smart legislators, who were NOT OWNED by corporations applied a four-to-one loan to deposit ratio, meaning banks could lend out four dollars for every one dollar they held in deposits. This is prudent. By the 1960s the ratio was relaxed to a dangerous 12-to-1. Still, at 12-to-1 very few “subprime” loans were handed out because there were plenty of worthy customers who could afford to pay their mortgages back. Then came Clinton’s law, I hope he is still happy about it, in which banks were allowed to lend out 30 dollars for every dollar in deposit. This 30-1 ratio made it hard for banks to maximize their profits by lending money only to those who could afford to pay it back. So they devised pernicious loans that were “interest only” for 3 or 4 years, or the famous “reverse mortgages” which gave borrowers absurdly low payments at first, while ADDING to the amount of the loan in the process. A loan with a repayment of $700 per month for the first four years coulod jump to $2000 per month or more under such schemes.
European banks, envious of their counterparts in the US, requested this same absurd ratio. They did not get it until one finance minister thought up this scheme: European banks were allowed to lend more than the standard 10-to-one in place at the time, as long as every loan over the 10-to-one ratio was insured. This way if the shaky loans went bad it would fall on a private insurance company to bail out the banks, not the governments of Europe. Which insurance company was dumb enough to fall for this assignment? AIG.
So, in November of 2008, when Goldman Sachs, Citibank, Bank of America and, ahem, AIG were receiving, in total, trillions of bailout dollars, the biggest initial bailout was to AIG, and where did the US Taxpayer’s money go? To rich European bankers. CBS television News came close to asking the right questions about this, but stopped short of what they knew to be true, thus letting the US congress off the hook for bailing out European banks. In 1998 in Sweden a similar banking melt-down occurred, with one large difference. The bankers went to jail (some are still there) and the banks paid the entirety of the bail-0ut money back within four years. In the US however, JP MOrgan and Bank of America just moved $75 Trillion dollars worth of “loans” from their investment units to their commerical units. This is alarming, as, in sum this represents 10 times the enormous US National Debt. It is horrifying because those loans are sub-prime mortgages now insured by the FDIC, meaning BY LAW, US taxpayers could be on the hook for ten times more than our spend-happy, war-mongering government now owns, should those loans go bad. Once the FDIC bails out these loans, the banks are stil free to sell the foreclosed properties for whatever the can get. Hence they don’t mind getting 20 cents on the dollar, since the entire loan has already been covered by “bailout” money. This has skewered the housing market in Florida, Nevada, Michigan, etc.
Barak Obama was blamed for being the initiator of bail-outs the Republicans now claim never should have happened. (Hank Paulson claimed that without bailouts the entire banking industry would have collapsed, when in reality, Lehaman Brothers was already being bailed out privately by J.P Morgan, while Bank of America was forced to swallow Countrywide and Merrilll Lynch (choosing Lehman Bo\rothers would have been less expensive for them). But those bailouts, voted on by such notables as Nancy Pelosi, and jammed through congress with hardly anyone reading the details, happened under the Bush Administration. Bush.
In February, 2012 the Republican candidates stormed Michigan (where Auto manufacturers were, in fact, bailed out by Obama, thus saving hundreds of thousands of jobs) and said he never should have bailed out the car makers. Seems to me they do NOT want to win in 2012 if they are going to Michigan and saying the jobs should not have been saved. And holy canoli, the auto makers paid the money back and are reaping huge profits from the bailouts, which is far better than the banks have done. 2012 then is a repeat of 2008, when Republicans also threw the election by picking Sarah Palin as a VP running mate to John McCain.
If the Republicans should, however, gain control of both houses of our legislature, AND the White House, then they would be stuck holding the ball when the depression hits in earnest. And by golly, they were sitting in the White House (Herbert Hoover, a true market capitalist who refused to loosen the economic reigns, thus exacerbating the crash of October 1929) the last time around, would much rather kick back and sling arrows at Obama than to stand up and do what needs to be done to correct the errors that started in the 1980s when Ronald Reagan, the 8 short years, tripled the US National Debt. That “fiscal conservative” figured he could borrow his way into a good economy, and everyone since except (of all people) Bill Clinton has followed suit, to the detriment not just of the US economy, but every country that holds US dollars in reserve.
Ah, the dollar as the world’s reserve currency. Sixty-seven percent of the world’s reserve currency is US dollars. Imagine how many China has! Russia is #2 (thanks to oil mostly) and then easy-to-guess countries like Japan, Saudi Arabia and Germany follow suit. But, due to a massive trade imbalance, the US itself ranks 22nd in foreign currencies held. Uh Oh. South Korea weighs in at about 5 or 6 depending on how well its cars and electronic gizmos are selling in the US, and back in 2006 when S. Korea announced it was going to switch its reserve currency from dollars to Euros, the US stock market dropped 600 points before noon. Even Bush II was smart enough to get on the horn and stop this from happening, because if it had, the entire world may have followed suit and the dollar would have traded one-to-one with the Won. In short, this reserve currency reality is what keeps the US dollar afloat, via economic blackmail. Should the US dollar fail, then everyone will be stuck holding monopoly money in their central banks.
And the IMF has the Bancor1 waiting in just such a circumstance should occur. Indeed the Bancor is not a fictional currency made up by JM Keynes as it once was, it is already in place should the dollar fail. It will be traded by CENTRAL BANKS ONLY one-for-one with the failing dollars, but at considerably fluctuating rates for any other investors who want to trade in dollars after that initial deal. This means if your banker or broker is not prepared to get you your Bancors within minutes of their being available, you will have to give up more than one dollar to get one Bancor.
In 2009 the US averaged 6,600 foreclosures per day.2 In 2010 it jumped to 10,000+3 per day, in 2011 it was 9,000 per day4 and God only knows what the tally will be in 2012. The worst year for home foreclosures during the 1930s was 1933, which saw 1,000 home foreclosures per day. Sure there were less Americans then, but that does not mitigate the fact that hundreds of thousands of Americans are losing their main investments (the money they’ve put into paying back loans, and the equity on their homes). How dare Clinton write a book called “Back to Work: Why We Need Smart Government for a Strong Economy” when his own idiotic government passed the two main laws that put us in this mess, then cut off funding for the gigantic rise in poverty. Now he wants Americans to get back to work, and back to work we have gone…in France, South Korea, China, anywhere that has work…but good luck finding a job in the USA! I wonder how much his advance was and what his total take will be on this book. I wonder, how much of that he will donate to charity!?
While in the US I filmed a documentary with the filmmaker Cristian Alva. We took in quite a charade by Senators Simpson (R. Wyoming) and Bowles (D. North Carolina) who run the bipartisan National Commission on Fiscal Responsibility and Reform.5 They suggest that higher taxes and cuts to entitlements and defense spending are the only way to avoid the “Moment of Truth,” that is hitting the United States. But Washington is not about to implement their plan, as Republicans refuse to consider a dime in tax increases, and may well control the whole town again soon. Worse yet, even if taken at its word, the plan would wipe out “entitlements” in such draconian ways as to render the already-impoverished desperate, perhaps starving. Aha, just like Argentina, if enough Americans are so desperate, perhaps the Republicans can lower the minimum wage, thus giving small and large business owners incentives to hire more people. Ooops, bye-bye middle class. Already minimum wage earners are nowhere near the middle class which is disappearing rapidly in the US.
Grim realities are hitting the US, as fuel and food prices are skyrocketing, while wages are going down, and so many are unemployed. Ah, but the oil companies will be OK, oil spills or no oil spills.
Already the US pays a number of countries for GATT infractions rather than exposing the well-subsidized farmers of the US to free trade. European and US subsidies to farmers have made it impossible for Africa to strengthen their economies (corrupt governments in Africa have exacerbated this). But, for those who refuse to “play ball” the consequences of remaining outside globalization can be huge. Cuba, Iraq and North Korea are all one need to know about how bad things can get when economic sanctions are applied. Economic sanctions are often the precursors to war, thus, let’s see what happens in Iran.
Iran, Israel, the US and China could be at the tip of the spear should the world economy fail and another world war be required to help the rich stay rich. Note: the EXACT day that Iran had its first large oil auction (“burse”) in which their oil was sold for EUROS instead of dollars, Condoleezza Rice stood up and said Iran had nuclear capabilities. This was partly because, I am sure, that other than being a reserve currency, the only thing propping the value of the US dollar is that oil is traded in dollars.
Should Israel attack Iran, China will see this as an extension of the US attacking Iran. Israel, the US last ally, and well paid for at that, would be foolish to drop bombs in Iran without the back up of the US. China, however, gets about 30% of its imported oil from Iran. Uh oh. 50% of the US Navy is floating between Taiwan and China. Why? Worse yet, under Bush II the US stopped sending its annual letter to India reminding them that they are breaking the nuclear non-proliferation treaties they signed. Instead we sent over 300 scientists to India to teach them how to build MX missile-sized warheads, which they never had the capability of doing in the past. Why would the US do this for one of the least stable democracies in the world? Well, India sits just to the West of China, for one. And our Navy sits to the east. For those keeping score at home, the US navy can pinpoint and bomb a single building from 400 miles at sea.
WILLIAM BLUM ACCURATELY POINTS OUT THAT THE US HAS ATTACKED 31 COUNTRIES A TOTAL OF 70+ TIMES SINCE THE END OF WORLD WAR II.
“THE ENGINE OF AMERICAN FOREIGN POLICY HAS BEEN FUELED NOT BY A DEVOTION TO ANY KIND OF MORALITY, BUT RATHER BY THE NECESSITY TO SERVE OTHER IMPERATIVES, WHICH CAN BE SUMMARIZED AS FOLLOWS:
* making the world safe for American corporations;
* enhancing the financial statements of defense contractors at home who have contributed generously to members of congress;
* preventing the rise of any society that might serve as a successful example of an alternative to the capitalist model;
* extending political and economic hegemony over as wide an area as possible, as befits a “great power.”
This in the name of fighting a supposed moral crusade against what cold warriors convinced themselves, and the American people, was the existence of an evil International Communist Conspiracy, which in fact never existed, evil or not.
The United States carried out extremely serious interventions into more than 70 nations in this period.”6
For the record, I am an American Patriot who still believes the US has a chance to make amends for its egregious attacks on human liberty since 1492, when Columbus started murdering and enslaving Native Americans. It will not happen if we keep electing people like Barak Obama or Mitt Romney, that’s for sure.
Obama campaigned on “Change” but has not even fought to change the unconstitutional or unwise laws Bush II cooked up or repealed. Not once has he mentioned repealing Patriot Act I or II, not once has he asked congress to reinstate even one of the 186 environmental laws Bush II wiped out. His only change in the Middle East was to move troops from Iraq to Pakistan, where we caused 2 million refugees to flee their homes. Don’t forget, the last 200 miles of oil pipeline from the Caspian Sea to the Indian Ocean must flow through Pakistan. US citizens now live in a country where they can be arrested without habeas corpus (without being told why they are being arrested). At an Occupy Movement action in Chapel Hill, NC in January, a journalist was smashed to the ground and was told not to take any pictures of machine-gun toting police arresting 20 meek protesters. Caitlyn F. will never be the same, but the US may never be the same either.
The Federal Emergency Management Agency is setting up camps in case of social disorder that will be able to house over 2 million “visitors” and the US jail population is over 2 million already. Thus US citizens themselves may be vulnerable to fascist attacks if they get upset about the economic disasters that could occur in the future.
“FEMA’s latest efforts to satisfy the demand for emergency camps represents a continuation of preparations on behalf of the federal government to prepare for civil emergencies and potential social disorder.”7
In order for the Occupy Movement, or any other (like the protests that toppled dictators in Tunisia, Libya and Egypt) to be successful, the replacements of the dictators will have to make life better for their people, without the help, nay under potential sanctions from the world powers. Thus, growing self-sustaining economies will be key. A country like South Korea that is 70% dependent on exports for its GDP and 67% dependent on imports for its food are extremely vulnerable in these circumstances. S> Korea has its ways too: companies pay workers by the month, and with no hourly wage, and no 1.5 or 2 times-the-rate for overtime, the bosses job is to get as many hours as he can out of the workers for the same base monthly pay. Thus, instead of a normal 40 hour week, workers work much longer, yet for no bonus pay once past 40 hours.
Perhaps NONE of the 175 demands the Occupy Movement has penned so far will be met with laws that meet those demands. Thus, they will have to come up with an electable candidate who is far to the left of Barak Obama, and who will bring home 100% of the American troops, reduce military spending at three times the rate the entitlements are reduced, and get the US to stop being a fascist bully in order to concentrate on national health care, like so many non-combative countries already have. If such a candidate were elected, she would have to also have her party in control of the Senate and House of Representatives. The US Electoral College and embedded, yet illegal “two party system” will surely see to it this never happens. Fascists don’t give up, they just die. Steve Jobs and his mega-profitable Apple Computer refused to shut down its repressive factory in China, due to profit demands from its shareholders. I see. A company as flush in cash as Apple won’t even hire Americans. Now Obama says he’s going to bring jobs back to the US. Since 1917 history shows that revolutions often make things WORSE than they were before. Wow, how can globalization be worse than it is now?
World War III that’s how. It’s been centuries since China was an imperialist country. Not true for the US. One suspects that China would be a tough country to conquer. Thus, like me, I am sure you are against World War III, since it could start in Iran, or right here, who knows. The question is, how do we, as citizens prevent it before it occurs?
Peace. What do we want? Peace. When do we want it? Now.
1. http://prosperityuk.com/2003/05/how-keynes-bancor-international-trade-currency-would-work/
2. .(http://www.onlineforextrading.com/blog/6600-foreclosures-per-day/)
3. http://charleslincoln3.com/2012/01/31/a-historical-perspective-on-foreclosure-1000-per-day-in-1933-vs-10000-per-day-in-2010/
4. http://gicjournal.wordpress.com/2011/04/12/the-morning-after-2/
5.http://www.fiscalcommission.gov/sites/fiscalcommission.gov/files/documents/TheMomentofTruth12_1_2010.pdf
6. http://www.thirdworldtraveler.com/Blum/US_Interventions_WBlumZ.html
7. http://www.prisonplanet.com/fema-puts-out-contract-for-emergency-camps-to-house-displaced-citizens.html
A Brief History of U.S. Interventions:
1945 to the Present
by William Blum
Z MAGAZINE , JUNE 1999
THE ENGINE OF AMERICAN FOREIGN POLICY HAS BEEN FUELED NOT BY A DEVOTION TO ANY KIND OF MORALITY, BUT RATHER BY THE NECESSITY TO SERVE OTHER IMPERATIVES, WHICH CAN BE SUMMARIZED AS FOLLOWS:
* MAKING THE WORLD SAFE FOR AMERICAN CORPORATIONS;
* ENHANCING THE FINANCIAL STATEMENTS OF DEFENSE CONTRACTORS AT HOME WHO HAVE CONTRIBUTED GENEROUSLY TO MEMBERS OF CONGRESS;
* PREVENTING THE RISE OF ANY SOCIETY THAT MIGHT SERVE AS A SUCCESSFUL EXAMPLE OF AN ALTERNATIVE TO THE CAPITALIST MODEL;
* EXTENDING POLITICAL AND ECONOMIC HEGEMONY OVER AS WIDE AN AREA AS POSSIBLE, AS BEFITS A “GREAT POWER.”
THIS IN THE NAME OF FIGHTING A SUPPOSED MORAL CRUSADE AGAINST WHAT COLD WARRIORS CONVINCED THEMSELVES, AND THE AMERICAN PEOPLE, WAS THE EXISTENCE OF AN EVIL INTERNATIONAL COMMUNIST CONSPIRACY, WHICH IN FACT NEVER EXISTED, EVIL OR NOT.
THE UNITED STATES CARRIED OUT EXTREMELY SERIOUS INTERVENTIONS INTO MORE THAN 70 NATIONS IN THIS PERIOD.
CHINA, 1945-49:
INTERVENED IN A CIVIL WAR, TAKING THE SIDE OF CHIANG KAI-SHEK AGAINST THE COMMUNISTS, EVEN THOUGH THE LATTER HAD BEEN A MUCH CLOSER ALLY OF THE UNITED STATES IN THE WORLD WAR. THE U.S. USED DEFEATED JAPANESE SOLDIERS TO FIGHT FOR ITS SIDE. THE COMMUNISTS FORCED CHIANG TO FLEE TO TAIWAN IN 1949.
ITALY, 1947-48:
USING EVERY TRICK IN THE BOOK, THE U.S. INTERFERED IN THE ELECTIONS TO PREVENT THE COMMUNIST PARTY FROM COMING TO POWER LEGALLY AND FAIRLY. THIS PERVERSION OF DEMOCRACY WAS DONE IN THE NAME OF “SAVING DEMOCRACY” IN ITALY. THE COMMUNISTS LOST. FOR THE NEXT FEW DECADES, THE CIA, ALONG WITH AMERICAN CORPORATIONS, CONTINUED TO INTERVENE IN ITALIAN ELECTIONS, POURING IN HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF DOLLARS AND MUCH PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE TO BLOCK THE SPECTER THAT WAS HAUNTING EUROPE.
GREECE, 1947-49:
INTERVENED IN A CIVIL WAR, TAKING THE SIDE OF THE NEO-FASCISTS AGAINST THE GREEK LEFT WHICH HAD FOUGHT THE NAZIS COURAGEOUSLY. THE NEO-FASCISTS WON AND INSTITUTED A HIGHLY BRUTAL REGIME, FOR WHICH THE CIA CREATED A NEW INTERNAL SECURITY AGENCY, KYP. BEFORE LONG, KYP WAS CARRYING OUT ALL THE ENDEARING PRACTICES OF SECRET POLICE EVERYWHERE, INCLUDING SYSTEMATIC TORTURE.
PHILIPPINES, 1945-53:
U.S. MILITARY FOUGHT AGAINST LEFTIST FORCES (HUKS) EVEN WHILE THE HUKS WERE STILL FIGHTING AGAINST THE JAPANESE INVADERS. AFTER THE WAR, THE U. S. CONTINUED ITS FIGHT AGAINST THE HUKS, DEFEATING THEM, AND THEN INSTALLING A SERIES OF PUPPETS AS PRESIDENT, CULMINATING IN THE DICTATORSHIP OF FERDINAND MARCOS.
SOUTH KOREA, 1945-53:
AFTER WORLD WAR II, THE UNITED STATES SUPPRESSED THE POPULAR PROGRESSIVE FORCES IN FAVOR OF THE CONSERVATIVES WHO HAD COLLABORATED WITH THE JAPANESE. THIS LED TO A LONG ERA OF CORRUPT, REACTIONARY, AND BRUTAL GOVERNMENTS.
ALBANIA, 1949-53:
THE U.S. AND BRITAIN TRIED UNSUCCESSFULLY TO OVERTHROW THE COMMUNIST GOVERNMENT AND INSTALL A NEW ONE THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN PRO-WESTERN AND COMPOSED LARGELY OF MONARCHISTS AND COLLABORATORS WITH ITALIAN FASCISTS AND NAZIS.
GERMANY, 1950S:
THE CIA ORCHESTRATED A WIDE-RANGING CAMPAIGN OF SABOTAGE, TERRORISM, DIRTY TRICKS, AND PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE AGAINST EAST GERMANY. THIS WAS ONE OF THE FACTORS WHICH LED TO THE BUILDING OF THE BERLIN WALL IN 1961.
IRAN, 1953:
PRIME MINISTER MOSSADEGH WAS OVERTHROWN IN A JOINT U.S./BRITISH OPERATION. MOSSADEGH HAD BEEN ELECTED TO HIS POSITION BY A LARGE MAJORITY OF PARLIAMENT, BUT HE HAD MADE THE FATEFUL MISTAKE OF SPEARHEADING THE MOVEMENT TO NATIONALIZE A BRITISH-OWNED OIL COMPANY, THE SOLE OIL COMPANY OPERATING IN IRAN. THE COUP RESTORED THE SHAH TO ABSOLUTE POWER AND BEGAN A PERIOD OF 25 YEARS OF REPRESSION AND TORTURE, WITH THE OIL INDUSTRY BEING RESTORED TO FOREIGN OWNERSHIP, AS FOLLOWS: BRITAIN AND THE U.S., EACH 40 PERCENT, OTHER NATIONS 20 PERCENT.
GUATEMALA, 1953-1990S:
A CIA-ORGANIZED COUP OVERTHREW THE DEMOCRATICALLY-ELECTED AND PROGRESSIVE GOVERNMENT OF JACOBO ARBENZ, INITIATING 40 YEARS OF DEATH-SQUADS, TORTURE, DISAPPEARANCES, MASS EXECUTIONS, AND UNIMAGINABLE CRUELTY, TOTALING WELL OVER 100,000 VICTIMS -INDISPUTABLY ONE OF THE MOST INHUMAN CHAPTERS OF THE 20TH CENTURY. ARBENZ HAD NATIONALIZED THE U.S. FIRM, UNITED FRUIT COMPANY, WHICH HAD EXTREMELY CLOSE TIES TO THE AMERICAN POWER ELITE. AS JUSTIFICATION FOR THE COUP, WASHINGTON DECLARED THAT GUATEMALA HAD BEEN ON THE VERGE OF A SOVIET TAKEOVER, WHEN IN FACT THE RUSSIANS HAD SO LITTLE INTEREST IN THE COUNTRY THAT IT DIDN’T EVEN MAINTAIN DIPLOMATIC RELATIONS. THE REAL PROBLEM IN THE EYES OF WASHINGTON, IN ADDITION TO UNITED FRUIT, WAS THE DANGER OF GUATEMALA’S SOCIAL DEMOCRACY SPREADING TO OTHER COUNTRIES IN LATIN AMERICA.
MIDDLE EAST, 1956-58:
THE EISENHOWER DOCTRINE STATED THAT THE UNITED STATES “IS PREPARED TO USE ARMED FORCES TO ASSIST” ANY MIDDLE EAST COUNTRY “REQUESTING ASSISTANCE AGAINST ARMED AGGRESSION FROM ANY COUNTRY CONTROLLED BY INTERNATIONAL COMMUNISM.” THE ENGLISH TRANSLATION OF THIS WAS THAT NO ONE WOULD BE ALLOWED TO DOMINATE, OR HAVE EXCESSIVE INFLUENCE OVER, THE MIDDLE EAST AND ITS OIL FIELDS EXCEPT THE UNITED STATES, AND THAT ANYONE WHO TRIED WOULD BE, BY DEFINITION, “COMMUNIST.” IN KEEPING WITH THIS POLICY, THE UNITED STATES TWICE ATTEMPTED TO OVERTHROW THE SYRIAN GOVERNMENT, STAGED SEVERAL SHOWS-OF-FORCE IN THE MEDITERRANEAN TO INTIMIDATE MOVEMENTS OPPOSED TO U.S.-SUPPORTED GOVERNMENTS IN JORDAN AND LEBANON, LANDED 14,000 TROOPS IN LEBANON, AND CONSPIRED TO OVERTHROW OR ASSASSINATE NASSER OF EGYPT AND HIS TROUBLESOME MIDDLE-EAST NATIONALISM.
INDONESIA, 1957-58:
SUKARNO, LIKE NASSER, WAS THE KIND OF THIRD WORLD LEADER THE UNITED STATES COULD NOT ABIDE. HE TOOK NEUTRALISM IN THE COLD WAR SERIOUSLY, MAKING TRIPS TO THE SOVIET UNION AND CHINA (THOUGH TO THE WHITE HOUSE AS WELL). HE NATIONALIZED MANY PRIVATE HOLDINGS OF THE DUTCH, THE FORMER COLONIAL POWER. HE REFUSED TO CRACK DOWN ON THE INDONESIAN COMMUNIST PARTY, WHICH WAS WALKING THE LEGAL, PEACEFUL ROAD AND MAKING IMPRESSIVE GAINS ELECTORALLY. SUCH POLICIES COULD EASILY GIVE OTHER THIRD WORLD LEADERS “WRONG IDEAS.” THE CIA BEGAN THROWING MONEY INTO THE ELECTIONS, PLOTTED SUKARNO’S ASSASSINATION, TRIED TO BLACKMAIL HIM WITH A PHONY SEX FILM, AND JOINED FORCES WITH DISSIDENT MILITARY OFFICERS TO WAGE A FULL-SCALE WAR AGAINST THE GOVERNMENT. SUKARNO SURVIVED IT ALL.
BRITISH GUIANA/GUYANA, 1953-64:
FOR 11 YEARS, TWO OF THE OLDEST DEMOCRACIES IN THE WORLD, GREAT BRITAIN AND THE UNITED STATES, WENT TO GREAT LENGTHS TO PREVENT A DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED LEADER FROM OCCUPYING HIS OFFICE. CHEDDI JAGAN WAS ANOTHER THIRD WORLD LEADER WHO TRIED TO REMAIN NEUTRAL AND INDEPENDENT. HE WAS ELECTED THREE TIMES. ALTHOUGH A LEFTIST-MORE SO THAN SUKARNO OR ARBENZ-HIS POLICIES IN OFFICE WERE NOT REVOLUTIONARY. BUT HE WAS STILL A MARKED MAN, FOR HE REPRESENTED WASHINGTON’S GREATEST FEAR: BUILDING A SOCIETY THAT MIGHT BE A SUCCESSFUL EXAMPLE OF AN ALTERNATIVE TO THE CAPITALIST MODEL. USING A WIDE VARIETY OF TACTICS-FROM GENERAL STRIKES AND DISINFORMATION TO TERRORISM AND BRITISH LEGALISMS, THE U. S. AND BRITAIN FINALLY FORCED JAGAN OUT IN 1964. JOHN F. KENNEDY HAD GIVEN A DIRECT ORDER FOR HIS OUSTER, AS, PRESUMABLY, HAD EISENHOWER.
ONE OF THE BETTER-OFF COUNTRIES IN THE REGION UNDER JAGAN, GUYANA, BY THE 1980S, WAS ONE OF THE POOREST. ITS PRINCIPAL EXPORT BECAME PEOPLE.
VIETNAM, 1950-73:
THE SLIPPERY SLOPE BEGAN WITH SIDING WITH ~ FRENCH, THE FORMER COLONIZERS AND COLLABORATORS WITH THE JAPANESE, AGAINST HO CHI MINH AND HIS FOLLOWERS WHO HAD WORKED CLOSELY WITH THE ALLIED WAR EFFORT AND ADMIRED ALL THINGS AMERICAN. HO CHI MINH WAS, AFTER ALL, SOME KIND OF COMMUNIST. HE HAD WRITTEN NUMEROUS LETTERS TO PRESIDENT TRUMAN AND THE STATE DEPARTMENT ASKING FOR AMERICA’S HELP IN WINNING VIETNAMESE INDEPENDENCE FROM THE FRENCH AND FINDING A PEACEFUL SOLUTION FOR HIS COUNTRY. ALL HIS ENTREATIES WERE IGNORED. HO CHI MINH MODELED THE NEW VIETNAMESE DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE ON THE AMERICAN, BEGINNING IT WITH “ALL MEN ARE CREATED EQUAL. THEY ARE ENDOWED BY THEIR CREATOR WITH …” BUT THIS WOULD COUNT FOR NOTHING IN WASHINGTON. HO CHI MINH WAS SOME KIND OF COMMUNIST.
TWENTY-THREE YEARS AND MORE THAN A MILLION DEAD, LATER, THE UNITED STATES WITHDREW ITS MILITARY FORCES FROM VIETNAM. MOST PEOPLE SAY THAT THE U.S. LOST THE WAR. BUT BY DESTROYING VIETNAM TO ITS CORE, AND POISONING THE EARTH AND THE GENE POOL FOR GENERATIONS, WASHINGTON HAD ACHIEVED ITS MAIN PURPOSE: PREVENTING WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN THE RISE OF A GOOD DEVELOPMENT OPTION FOR ASIA. HO CHI MINH WAS, AFTER ALL, SOME KIND OF COMMUNIST.
CAMBODIA, 1955-73:
PRINCE SIHANOUK WAS YET ANOTHER LEADER WHO DID NOT FANCY BEING AN AMERICAN CLIENT. AFTER MANY YEARS OF HOSTILITY TOWARDS HIS REGIME, INCLUDING ASSASSINATION PLOTS AND THE INFAMOUS NIXON/KISSINGER SECRET “CARPET BOMBINGS” OF 1969-70, WASHINGTON FINALLY OVERTHREW SIHANOUK IN A COUP IN 1970. THIS WAS ALL THAT WAS NEEDED TO IMPEL POL POT AND HIS KHMER ROUGE FORCES TO ENTER THE FRAY. FIVE YEARS LATER, THEY TOOK POWER. BUT FIVE YEARS OF AMERICAN BOMBING HAD CAUSED CAMBODIA’S TRADITIONAL ECONOMY TO VANISH. THE OLD CAMBODIA HAD BEEN DESTROYED FOREVER.
INCREDIBLY, THE KHMER ROUGE WERE TO INFLICT EVEN GREATER MISERY ON THIS UNHAPPY LAND. TO ADD TO THE IRONY, THE UNITED STATES SUPPORTED POL POT, MILITARILY AND DIPLOMATICALLY, AFTER THEIR SUBSEQUENT DEFEAT BY THE VIETNAMESE.
THE CONGO/ZAIRE, 1960-65:
IN JUNE 1960, PATRICE LUMUMBA BECAME THE CONGO’S FIRST PRIME MINISTER AFTER INDEPENDENCE FROM BELGIUM. BUT BELGIUM RETAINED ITS VAST MINERAL WEALTH IN KATANGA PROVINCE, PROMINENT EISENHOWER ADMINISTRATION OFFICIALS HAD FINANCIAL TIES TO THE SAME WEALTH, AND LUMUMBA, AT INDEPENDENCE DAY CEREMONIES BEFORE A HOST OF FOREIGN DIGNITARIES, CALLED FOR THE NATION’S ECONOMIC AS WELL AS ITS POLITICAL LIBERATION, AND RECOUNTED A LIST OF INJUSTICES AGAINST THE NATIVES BY THE WHITE OWNERS OF THE COUNTRY. THE MAN WAS OBVIOUSLY A “COMMUNIST.” THE POOR MAN WAS OBVIOUSLY DOOMED.
ELEVEN DAYS LATER, KATANGA PROVINCE SECEDED, IN SEPTEMBER, LUMUMBA WAS DISMISSED BY THE PRESIDENT AT THE INSTIGATION OF THE UNITED STATES, AND IN JANUARY 1961 HE WAS ASSASSINATED AT THE EXPRESS REQUEST OF DWIGHT EISENHOWER. THERE FOLLOWED SEVERAL YEARS OF CIVIL CONFLICT AND CHAOS AND THE RISE TO POWER OF MOBUTU SESE SEKO, A MAN NOT A STRANGER TO THE CIA. MOBUTU WENT ON TO RULE THE COUNTRY FOR MORE THAN 30 YEARS, WITH A LEVEL OF CORRUPTION AND CRUELTY THAT SHOCKED EVEN HIS CIA HANDLERS. THE ZAIRIAN PEOPLE LIVED IN ABJECT POVERTY DESPITE THE PLENTIFUL NATURAL WEALTH, WHILE MOBUTU BECAME A MULTIBILLIONAIRE.
BRAZIL, 1961-64:
PRESIDENT JOAO GOULART WAS GUILTY OF THE USUAL CRIMES: HE TOOK AN INDEPENDENT STAND IN FOREIGN POLICY, RESUMING RELATIONS WITH SOCIALIST COUNTRIES AND OPPOSING SANCTIONS AGAINST CUBA; HIS ADMINISTRATION PASSED A LAW LIMITING THE AMOUNT OF PROFITS MULTINATIONALS COULD TRANSMIT OUTSIDE THE COUNTRY; A SUBSIDIARY OF ITT WAS NATIONALIZED; HE PROMOTED ECONOMIC AND SOCIAL REFORMS. AND ATTORNEY-GENERAL ROBERT KENNEDY WAS UNEASY ABOUT GOULART ALLOWING “COMMUNISTS” TO HOLD POSITIONS IN GOVERNMENT AGENCIES. YET THE MAN WAS NO RADICAL. HE WAS A MILLIONAIRE LAND-OWNER AND A CATHOLIC WHO WORE A MEDAL OF THE VIRGIN AROUND HIS NECK. THAT, HOWEVER, WAS NOT ENOUGH TO SAVE HIM. IN 1964, HE WAS OVERTHROWN IN A MILITARY COUP WHICH HAD DEEP, COVERT AMERICAN INVOLVEMENT. THE OFFICIAL WASHINGTON LINE WAS…YES, IT’S UNFORTUNATE THAT DEMOCRACY HAS BEEN OVERTHROWN IN BRAZIL…BUT, STILL, THE COUNTRY HAS BEEN SAVED FROM COMMUNISM.
FOR THE NEXT 15 YEARS, ALL THE FEATURES OF MILITARY DICTATORSHIP THAT LATIN AMERICA HAS COME TO KNOW WERE INSTITUTED: CONGRESS WAS SHUT DOWN, POLITICAL OPPOSITION WAS REDUCED TO VIRTUAL EXTINCTION, HABEAS CORPUS FOR “POLITICAL CRIMES” WAS SUSPENDED, CRITICISM OF THE PRESIDENT WAS FORBIDDEN BY LAW, LABOR UNIONS WERE TAKEN OVER BY GOVERNMENT INTERVENERS, MOUNTING PROTESTS WERE MET BY POLICE AND MILITARY FIRING INTO CROWDS, PEASANTS’ HOMES WERE BURNED DOWN, PRIESTS WERE BRUTALIZED…DISAPPEARANCES, DEATH SQUADS, A REMARKABLE DEGREE AND DEPRAVITY OF TORTURE…THE GOVERNMENT HAD A NAME FOR ITS PROGRAM: THE “MORAL REHABILITATION” OF BRAZIL.
WASHINGTON WAS VERY PLEASED. BRAZIL BROKE RELATIONS WITH CUBA AND BECAME ONE OF THE UNITED STATES’ MOST RELIABLE ALLIES IN LATIN AMERICA.
DOMINICAN REPUBLIC, 1963-66:
IN FEBRUARY 1963, JUAN BOSCH TOOK OFFICE AS THE FIRST DEMOCRATICALLY ELECTED PRESIDENT OF THE DOMINICAN REPUBLIC SINCE 1924. HERE AT LAST WAS JOHN F. KENNEDY’S LIBERAL ANTI-COMMUNIST, TO COUNTER THE CHARGE THAT THE U.S. SUPPORTED ONLY MILITARY DICTATORSHIPS. BOSCH’S GOVERNMENT WAS TO BE THE LONG SOUGHT ” SHOWCASE OF DEMOCRACY ” THAT WOULD PUT THE LIE TO FIDEL CASTRO. HE WAS GIVEN THE GRAND TREATMENT IN WASHINGTON SHORTLY BEFORE HE TOOK OFFICE.
BOSCH WAS TRUE TO HIS BELIEFS. HE CALLED FOR LAND REFORM, LOW-RENT HOUSING, MODEST NATIONALIZATION OF BUSINESS, AND FOREIGN INVESTMENT PROVIDED IT WAS NOT EXCESSIVELY EXPLOITATIVE OF THE COUNTRY AND OTHER POLICIES MAKING UP THE PROGRAM OF ANY LIBERAL THIRD WORLD LEADER SERIOUS ABOUT SOCIAL CHANGE. HE WAS LIKEWISE SERIOUS ABOUT CIVIL LIBERTIES: COMMUNISTS, OR THOSE LABELED AS SUCH, WERE NOT TO BE PERSECUTED UNLESS THEY ACTUALLY VIOLATED THE LAW.
A NUMBER OF AMERICAN OFFICIALS AND CONGRESSPEOPLE EXPRESSED THEIR DISCOMFORT WITH BOSCH’S PLANS, AS WELL AS HIS STANCE OF INDEPENDENCE FROM THE UNITED STATES. LAND REFORM AND NATIONALIZATION ARE ALWAYS TOUCHY ISSUES IN WASHINGTON, THE STUFF THAT “CREEPING SOCIALISM” IS MADE OF. IN SEVERAL QUARTERS OF THE U.S. PRESS BOSCH WAS RED-BAITED.
IN SEPTEMBER, THE MILITARY BOOTS MARCHED. BOSCH WAS OUT. THE UNITED STATES, WHICH COULD DISCOURAGE A MILITARY COUP IN LATIN AMERICA WITH A FROWN, DID NOTHING.
NINETEEN MONTHS LATER, A REVOLT BROKE OUT WHICH PROMISED TO PUT THE EXILED BOSCH BACK INTO POWER. THE UNITED STATES SENT 23,000 TROOPS TO HELP CRUSH IT.
CUBA, 1959 TO PRESENT:
FIDEL CASTRO CAME TO POWER AT THE BEGINNING OF 1959. A U.S. NATIONAL SECURITY COUNCIL MEETING OF MARCH 10, 1959 INCLUDED ON ITS AGENDA THE FEASIBILITY OF BRINGING “ANOTHER GOVERNMENT TO POWER IN CUBA.” THERE FOLLOWED 40 YEARS OF TERRORIST ATTACKS, BOMBINGS, FULL-SCALE MILITARY INVASION, SANCTIONS, EMBARGOES, ISOLATION, ASSASSINATIONS…CUBA HAD CARRIED OUT THE UNFORGIVABLE REVOLUTION, A VERY SERIOUS THREAT OF SETTING A “GOOD EXAMPLE” IN LATIN AMERICA.
THE SADDEST PART OF THIS IS THAT THE WORLD WILL NEVER KNOW WHAT KIND OF SOCIETY CUBA COULD HAVE PRODUCED IF LEFT ALONE, IF NOT CONSTANTLY UNDER THE GUN AND THE THREAT OF INVASION, IF ALLOWED TO RELAX ITS CONTROL AT HOME. THE IDEALISM, THE VISION, THE TALENT WERE ALL THERE. BUT WE’LL NEVER KNOW. AND THAT OF COURSE WAS THE IDEA.
INDONESIA, 1965:
A COMPLEX SERIES OF EVENTS, INVOLVING A SUPPOSED COUP ATTEMPT, A COUNTER-COUP, AND PERHAPS A COUNTER-COUNTER-COUP, WITH AMERICAN FINGERPRINTS APPARENT AT VARIOUS POINTS, RESULTED IN THE OUSTER FROM POWER OF SUKARNO AND HIS REPLACEMENT BY A MILITARY COUP LED BY GENERAL SUHARTO. THE MASSACRE THAT BEGAN IMMEDIATELY-OF COMMUNISTS, COMMUNIST SYMPATHIZERS, SUSPECTED COMMUNISTS, SUSPECTED COMMUNIST SYMPATHIZERS, AND NONE OF THE ABOVE-WAS CALLED BY THE NEW YORK TIMES “ONE OF THE MOST SAVAGE MASS SLAYINGS OF MODERN POLITICAL HISTORY.” THE ESTIMATES OF THE NUMBER KILLED IN THE COURSE OF A FEW YEARS BEGIN AT HALF A MILLION AND GO ABOVE A MILLION.
IT WAS LATER LEARNED THAT THE U.S. EMBASSY HAD COMPILED LISTS OF “COMMUNIST” OPERATIVES, FROM TOP ECHELONS DOWN TO VILLAGE CADRES, AS MANY AS 5,000 NAMES, AND TURNED THEM OVER TO THE ARMY, WHICH THEN HUNTED THOSE PERSONS DOWN AND KILLED THEM. THE AMERICANS WOULD THEN CHECK OFF THE NAMES OF THOSE WHO HAD BEEN KILLED OR CAPTURED. “IT REALLY WAS A BIG HELP TO THE ARMY. THEY PROBABLY KILLED A LOT OF PEOPLE, AND I PROBABLY HAVE A LOT OF BLOOD ON MY HANDS,” SAID ONE U.S. DIPLOMAT. “BUT THAT’S NOT ALL BAD. THERE’S A TIME WHEN YOU HAVE TO STRIKE HARD AT A DECISIVE MOMENT. “
CHILE, 1964-73:
SALVADOR ALLENDE WAS THE WORST POSSIBLE SCENARIO FOR A WASHINGTON IMPERIALIST. HE COULD IMAGINE ONLY ONE THING WORSE THAN A MARXIST IN POWER-AN ELECTED MARXIST IN POWER, WHO HONORED THE CONSTITUTION, AND BECAME INCREASINGLY POPULAR. THIS SHOOK THE VERY FOUNDATION STONES ON WHICH THE ANTI-COMMUNIST TOWER WAS BUILT: THE DOCTRINE, PAINSTAKINGLY CULTIVATED FOR DECADES, THAT “COMMUNISTS” CAN TAKE POWER ONLY THROUGH FORCE AND DECEPTION, THAT THEY CAN RETAIN THAT POWER ONLY THROUGH TERRORIZING AND BRAINWASHING THE POPULATION.
AFTER SABOTAGING ALLENDE’S ELECTORAL ENDEAVOR IN 1964, AND FAILING TO DO SO IN 1970, DESPITE THEIR BEST EFFORTS, THE CIA AND THE REST OF THE AMERICAN FOREIGN POLICY MACHINE LEFT NO STONE UNTURNED IN THEIR ATTEMPT TO DESTABILIZE THE ALLENDE GOVERNMENT OVER THE NEXT THREE YEARS, PAYING PARTICULAR ATTENTION TO BUILDING UP MILITARY HOSTILITY. FINALLY, IN SEPTEMBER 1973, THE MILITARY OVERTHREW THE GOVERNMENT, ALLENDE DYING IN THE PROCESS.
THEY CLOSED THE COUNTRY TO THE OUTSIDE WORLD FOR A WEEK, WHILE THE TANKS ROLLED AND THE SOLDIERS BROKE DOWN DOORS; THE STADIUMS RANG WITH THE SOUNDS OF EXECUTION AND THE BODIES PILED UP ALONG THE STREETS AND FLOATED IN THE RIVER; THE TORTURE CENTERS OPENED FOR BUSINESS; THE SUBVERSIVE BOOKS WERE THROWN INTO BONFIRES; SOLDIERS SLIT THE TROUSER LEGS OF WOMEN, SHOUTING THAT “IN CHILE WOMEN WEAR DRESSES!”; THE POOR RETURNED TO THEIR NATURAL STATE; AND THE MEN OF THE WORLD IN WASHINGTON AND IN THE HALLS OF INTERNATIONAL FINANCE OPENED UP THEIR CHECK- BOOKS. IN THE END, MORE THAN 3,000 HAD BEEN EXECUTED, THOUSANDS MORE TORTURED OR DISAPPEARED.
GREECE, 1964-74:
THE MILITARY COUP TOOK PLACE IN APRIL 1967, JUST TWO DAYS BEFORE THE CAMPAIGN FOR J NATIONAL ELECTIONS WAS TO BEGIN, ELECTIONS WHICH APPEARED CERTAIN TO BRING THE VETERAN LIBERAL LEADER GEORGE PAPANDREOU BACK AS PRIME MINISTER. PAPANDREOU HAD BEEN ELECTED IN FEBRUARY 1964 WITH THE ONLY OUTRIGHT MAJORITY IN THE HISTORY OF MODERN GREEK ELECTIONS. THE SUCCESSFUL MACHINATIONS TO UNSEAT HIM HAD BEGUN IMMEDIATELY, A JOINT EFFORT OF THE ROYAL COURT, THE GREEK MILITARY, AND THE AMERICAN MILITARY AND CIA STATIONED IN GREECE. THE 1967 COUP WAS FOLLOWED IMMEDIATELY BY THE TRADITIONAL MARTIAL LAW, CENSORSHIP, ARRESTS, BEATINGS, TORTURE, AND KILLINGS, THE VICTIMS TOTALING SOME 8,000 IN THE FIRST MONTH. THIS WAS ACCOMPANIED BY THE EQUALLY TRADITIONAL DECLARATION THAT THIS WAS ALL BEING DONE TO SAVE THE NATION FROM A “COMMUNIST TAKEOVER.” CORRUPTING AND SUBVERSIVE INFLUENCES IN GREEK LIFE WERE TO BE REMOVED. AMONG THESE WERE MINISKIRTS, LONG HAIR, AND FOREIGN NEWSPAPERS; CHURCH ATTENDANCE FOR THE YOUNG WOULD BE COMPULSORY.
IT WAS TORTURE, HOWEVER, WHICH MOST INDELIBLY MARKED THE SEVEN-YEAR GREEK NIGHTMARE. JAMES BECKET, AN AMERICAN ATTORNEY SENT TO GREECE BY AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL, WROTE IN DECEMBER 1969 THAT “A CONSERVATIVE ESTIMATE WOULD PLACE AT NOT LESS THAN TWO THOUSAND” THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE TORTURED, USUALLY IN THE MOST GRUESOME OF WAYS, OFTEN WITH EQUIPMENT SUPPLIED BY THE UNITED STATES.
BECKET REPORTED THE FOLLOWING: HUNDREDS OF PRISONERS HAVE LISTENED TO THE LITTLE SPEECH GIVEN BY INSPECTOR BASIL LAMBROU, WHO SITS BEHIND HIS DESK WHICH DISPLAYS THE RED, WHITE, AND BLUE CLASPED-HAND SYMBOL OF AMERICAN AID. HE TRIES TO SHOW THE PRISONER THE ABSOLUTE FUTILITY OF RESISTANCE: “YOU MAKE YOURSELF RIDICULOUS BY THINKING YOU CAN DO ANYTHING. THE WORLD IS DIVIDED IN TWO. THERE ARE THE COMMUNISTS ON THAT SIDE AND ON THIS SIDE THE FREE WORLD. THE RUSSIANS AND THE AMERICANS, NO ONE ELSE. WHAT ARE WE? AMERICANS. BEHIND ME THERE IS THE GOVERNMENT, BEHIND THE GOVERNMENT IS NATO, BEHIND NATO IS THE U.S. YOU CAN’T FIGHT US, WE ARE AMERICANS.”
GEORGE PAPANDREOU WAS NOT ANY KIND OF RADICAL. HE WAS A LIBERAL ANTI-COMMUNIST TYPE. BUT HIS SON ANDREAS, THE HEIR-APPARENT, WHILE ONLY A LITTLE TO THE LEFT OF HIS FATHER HAD NOT DISGUISED HIS WISH TO TAKE GREECE OUT OF THE COLD WAR, AND HAD QUESTIONED REMAINING IN NATO, OR AT LEAST AS A SATELLITE OF THE UNITED STATES.
EAST TIMOR, 1975 TO PRESENT:
IN DECEMBER 1975, INDONESIA INVADED EAST TIMOR, WHICH LIES AT THE EASTERN END OF THE INDONESIAN ARCHIPELAGO, AND WHICH HAD PROCLAIMED ITS INDEPENDENCE AFTER PORTUGAL HAD RELINQUISHED CONTROL OF IT. THE INVASION WAS LAUNCHED THE DAY AFTER U. S. PRESIDENT GERALD FORD AND SECRETARY OF STATE HENRY KISSINGER HAD LEFT INDONESIA AFTER GIVING SUHARTO PERMISSION TO USE AMERICAN ARMS, WHICH, UNDER U.S. IAW, COULD NOT BE USED FOR AGGRESSION. INDONESIA WAS WASHINGTON’S MOST VALUABLE TOOL IN SOUTHEAST ASIA.
AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL ESTIMATED THAT BY 1989, INDONESIAN TROOPS, WITH THE AIM OF FORCIBLY ANNEXING EAST TIMOR, HAD KILLED 200,000 PEOPLE OUT OF A POPULATION OF BETWEEN 600,000 AND 700,000. THE UNITED STATES CONSISTENTLY SUPPORTED INDONESIA’S CLAIM TO EAST TIMOR (UNLIKE THE UN AND THE EU), AND DOWNPLAYED THE SLAUGHTER TO A REMARKABLE DEGREE, AT THE SAME TIME SUPPLYING INDONESIA WITH ALL THE MILITARY HARDWARE AND TRAINING IT NEEDED TO CARRY OUT THE JOB.
NICARAGUA, 1978-89:
WHEN THE SANDINISTAS OVERTHREW THE SOMOZA DICTATORSHIP IN 1978, IT WAS CLEAR TO WASHINGTON THAT THEY MIGHT WELL BE THAT LONG-DREADED BEAST-”ANOTHER CUBA.” UNDER PRESIDENT CARTER, ATTEMPTS TO SABOTAGE THE REVOLUTION TOOK DIPLOMATIC AND ECONOMIC FORMS. UNDER REAGAN, VIOLENCE WAS THE METHOD OF CHOICE. FOR EIGHT TERRIBLY LONG YEARS, THE PEOPLE OF NICARAGUA WERE UNDER ATTACK BY WASHINGTON’S PROXY ARMY, THE CONTRAS, FORMED FROM SOMOZA’S VICIOUS NATIONAL GUARD AND OTHER SUPPORTERS OF THE DICTATOR. IT WAS ALL-OUT WAR, AIMING TO DESTROY THE PROGRESSIVE SOCIAL AND ECONOMIC PROGRAMS OF THE GOVERNMENT, BURNING DOWN SCHOOLS AND MEDICAL CLINICS, RAPING, TORTURING, MINING HARBORS, BOMBING AND STRAFING. THESE WERE RONALD REAGAN’S “FREEDOM FIGHTERS.” THERE WOULD BE NO REVOLUTION IN NICARAGUA.
GRENADA, 1979-84:
WHAT WOULD DRIVE THE MOST POWERFUL NATION IN THE WORLD TO INVADE A COUNTRY OF 110,000? MAURICE BISHOP AND HIS FOLLOWERS HAD TAKEN POWER IN A 1979 COUP, AND THOUGH THEIR ACTUAL POLICIES WERE NOT AS REVOLUTIONARY AS CASTRO’S, WASHINGTON WAS AGAIN DRIVEN BY ITS FEAR OF “ANOTHER CUBA,” PARTICULARLY WHEN PUBLIC APPEARANCES BY THE GRENADIAN LEADERS IN OTHER COUNTRIES OF THE REGION MET WITH GREAT ENTHUSIASM.
U. S. DESTABILIZATION TACTICS AGAINST THE BISHOP GOVERNMENT BEGAN SOON AFTER THE COUP AND CONTINUED UNTIL 1983, FEATURING NUMEROUS ACTS OF DISINFORMATION AND DIRTY TRICKS. THE AMERICAN INVASION IN OCTOBER 1983 MET MINIMAL RESISTANCE, ALTHOUGH THE U.S. SUFFERED 135 KILLED OR WOUNDED; THERE WERE ALSO SOME 400 GRENADIAN CASUALTIES, AND 84 CUBANS, MAINLY CONSTRUCTION WORKERS.
AT THE END OF 1984, A QUESTIONABLE ELECTION WAS HELD WHICH WAS WON BY A MAN SUPPORTED BY THE REAGAN ADMINISTRATION. ONE YEAR LATER, THE HUMAN RIGHTS ORGANIZATION, COUNCIL ON HEMISPHERIC AFFAIRS, REPORTED THAT GRENADA’S NEW U.S.-TRAINED POLICE FORCE AND COUNTER-INSURGENCY FORCES HAD ACQUIRED A REPUTATION FOR BRUTALITY, ARBITRARY ARREST, AND ABUSE OF AUTHORITY, AND WERE ERODING CIVIL RIGHTS.
IN APRIL 1989, THE GOVERNMENT ISSUED A LIST OF MORE THAN 80 BOOKS WHICH WERE PROHIBITED FROM BEING IMPORTED. FOUR MONTHS LATER, THE PRIME MINISTER SUSPENDED PARLIAMENT TO FORESTALL A THREATENED NO-CONFIDENCE VOTE RESULTING FROM WHAT HIS CRITICS CALLED “AN INCREASINGLY AUTHORITARIAN STYLE.”
LIBYA, 1981-89:
LIBYA REFUSED TO BE A PROPER MIDDLE EAST CLIENT STATE OF WASHINGTON. ITS LEADER, MUAMMAR EL-QADDAFI, WAS UPPITY. HE WOULD HAVE TO BE PUNISHED. U.S. PLANES SHOT DOWN TWO LIBYAN PLANES IN WHAT LIBYA REGARDED AS ITS AIR SPACE. THE U. S . ALSO DROPPED BOMBS ON THE COUNTRY, KILLING AT LEAST 40 PEOPLE, INCLUDING QADDAFI’S DAUGHTER. THERE WERE OTHER ATTEMPTS TO ASSASSINATE THE MAN, OPERATIONS TO OVERTHROW HIM, A MAJOR DISINFORMATION CAMPAIGN, ECONOMIC SANCTIONS, AND BLAMING LIBYA FOR BEING BEHIND THE PAN AM 103 BOMBING WITHOUT ANY GOOD EVIDENCE.
PANAMA, 1989:
WASHINGTON’S BOMBERS STRIKE AGAIN. DECEMBER 1989, A LARGE TENEMENT BARRIO IN PANAMA CITY WIPED OUT, 15,000 PEOPLE LEFT HOMELESS. COUNTING SEVERAL DAYS OF GROUND FIGHTING AGAINST PANAMANIAN FORCES, 500-SOMETHING DEAD WAS THE OFFICIAL BODY COUNT, WHAT THE U.S. AND THE NEW U.S.-INSTALLED PANAMANIAN GOVERNMENT ADMITTED TO; OTHER SOURCES, WITH NO LESS EVIDENCE, INSISTED THAT THOUSANDS HAD DIED; 3,000-SOMETHING WOUNDED. TWENTY-THREE AMERICANS DEAD, 324 WOUNDED.
QUESTION FROM REPORTER: “WAS IT REALLY WORTH IT TO SEND PEOPLE TO THEIR DEATH FOR THIS? TO GET NORIEGA?”
GEORGE BUSH: “EVERY HUMAN LIFE IS PRECIOUS, AND YET I HAVE TO ANSWER, YES, IT HAS BEEN WORTH IT.”
MANUEL NORIEGA HAD BEEN AN AMERICAN ALLY AND INFORMANT FOR YEARS UNTIL HE OUTLIVED HIS USEFULNESS. BUT GETTING HIM WAS NOT THE ONLY MOTIVE FOR THE ATTACK. BUSH WANTED TO SEND A CLEAR MESSAGE TO THE PEOPLE OF NICARAGUA, WHO HAD AN ELECTION SCHEDULED IN TWO MONTHS, THAT THIS MIGHT BE THEIR FATE IF THEY REELECTED THE SANDINISTAS. BUSH ALSO WANTED TO FLEX SOME MILITARY MUSCLE TO ILLUSTRATE TO CONGRESS THE NEED FOR A LARGE COMBAT-READY FORCE EVEN AFTER THE VERY RECENT DISSOLUTION OF THE “SOVIET THREAT.” THE OFFICIAL EXPLANATION FOR THE AMERICAN OUSTER WAS NORIEGA’S DRUG TRAFFICKING, WHICH WASHINGTON HAD KNOWN ABOUT FOR YEARS AND HAD NOT BEEN AT ALL BOTHERED BY.
IRAQ, 1990S:
RELENTLESS BOMBING FOR MORE THAN 40 DAYS AND NIGHTS, AGAINST ONE OF THE MOST ADVANCED NATIONS IN THE MIDDLE EAST, DEVASTATING ITS ANCIENT AND MODERN CAPITAL CITY; 177 MILLION POUNDS OF BOMBS FALLING ON THE PEOPLE OF IRAQ, THE MOST CONCENTRATED AERIAL ONSLAUGHT IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD; DEPLETED URANIUM WEAPONS INCINERATING PEOPLE, CAUSING CANCER; BLASTING CHEMICAL AND BIOLOGICAL WEAPON STORAGE AND OIL FACILITIES; POISONING THE ATMOSPHERE TO A DEGREE PERHAPS NEVER MATCHED ANYWHERE; BURYING SOLDIERS ALIVE, DELIBERATELY; THE INFRASTRUCTURE DESTROYED, WITH A TERRIBLE EFFECT ON HEALTH; SANCTIONS CONTINUED TO THIS DAY MULTIPLYING THE HEALTH PROBLEMS; PERHAPS A MILLION CHILDREN DEAD BY NOW FROM ALL OF THESE THINGS, EVEN MORE ADULTS.
IRAQ WAS THE STRONGEST MILITARY POWER AMONG THE ARAB STATES. THIS MAY HAVE BEEN THEIR CRIME. NOAM CHOMSKY HAS WRITTEN: “IT’S BEEN A LEADING, DRIVING DOCTRINE OF U.S. FOREIGN POLICY SINCE THE 1940S THAT THE VAST AND UNPARALLELED ENERGY RESOURCES OF THE GULF REGION WILL BE EFFECTIVELY DOMINATED BY THE UNITED STATES AND ITS CLIENTS, AND, CRUCIALLY, THAT NO INDEPENDENT, INDIGENOUS FORCE WILL BE PERMITTED TO HAVE A SUBSTANTIAL INFLUENCE ON THE ADMINISTRATION OF OIL PRODUCTION AND PRICE. “
AFGHANISTAN, 1979-92:
EVERYONE KNOWS OF THE UNBELIEVABLE REPRESSION OF WOMEN IN AFGHANISTAN, CARRIED OUT BY ISLAMIC FUNDAMENTALISTS, EVEN BEFORE THE TALIBAN. BUT HOW MANY PEOPLE KNOW THAT DURING THE LATE 1970S AND MOST OF THE 1980S, AFGHANISTAN HAD A GOVERNMENT COMMITTED TO BRINGING THE INCREDIBLY BACKWARD NATION INTO THE 20TH CENTURY, INCLUDING GIVING WOMEN EQUAL RIGHTS? WHAT HAPPENED, HOWEVER, IS THAT THE UNITED STATES POURED BILLIONS OF DOLLARS INTO WAGING A TERRIBLE WAR AGAINST THIS GOVERNMENT, SIMPLY BECAUSE IT WAS SUPPORTED BY THE SOVIET UNION. PRIOR TO THIS, CIA OPERATIONS HAD KNOWINGLY INCREASED THE PROBABILITY OF A SOVIET INTERVENTION, WHICH IS WHAT OCCURRED. IN THE END, THE UNITED STATES WON, AND THE WOMEN, AND THE REST OF AFGHANISTAN, LOST. MORE THAN A MILLION DEAD, THREE MILLION DISABLED, FIVE MILLION REFUGEES, IN TOTAL ABOUT HALF THE POPULATION.
EL SALVADOR, 1980-92:
EL SALVADOR’S DISSIDENTS TRIED TO WORK WITHIN THE SYSTEM. BUT WITH U.S. SUPPORT, THE GOVERNMENT MADE THAT IMPOSSIBLE, USING REPEATED ELECTORAL FRAUD AND MURDERING HUNDREDS OF PROTESTERS AND STRIKERS. IN 1980, THE DISSIDENTS TOOK TO THE GUN, AND CIVIL WAR.
OFFICIALLY, THE U.S. MILITARY PRESENCE IN EL SALVADOR WAS LIMITED TO AN ADVISORY CAPACITY. IN ACTUALITY, MILITARY AND CIA PERSONNEL PLAYED A MORE ACTIVE ROLE ON A CONTINUOUS BASIS. ABOUT 20 AMERICANS WERE KILLED OR WOUNDED IN HELICOPTER AND PLANE CRASHES WHILE FLYING RECONNAISSANCE OR OTHER MISSIONS OVER COMBAT AREAS, AND CONSIDERABLE EVIDENCE SURFACED OF A U.S. ROLE IN THE GROUND FIGHTING AS WELL. THE WAR CAME TO AN OFFICIAL END IN 1992; 75,000 CIVILIAN DEATHS AND THE U.S. TREASURY DEPLETED BY SIX BILLION DOLLARS. MEANINGFUL SOCIAL CHANGE HAS BEEN LARGELY THWARTED. A HANDFUL OF THE WEALTHY STILL OWN THE COUNTRY, THE POOR REMAIN AS EVER, AND DISSIDENTS STILL HAVE TO FEAR RIGHT-WING DEATH SQUADS.
HAITI, 1987-94:
THE U.S. SUPPORTED THE DUVALIER FAMILY DICTATORSHIP FOR 30 YEARS, THEN OPPOSED THE REFORMIST PRIEST, JEAN-BERTRAND ARISTIDE. MEANWHILE, THE CIA WAS WORKING INTIMATELY WITH DEATH SQUADS, TORTURERS, AND DRUG TRAFFICKERS. WITH THIS AS BACKGROUND, THE CLINTON WHITE HOUSE FOUND ITSELF IN THE AWKWARD POSITION OF HAVING TO PRETEND-BECAUSE OF ALL THEIR RHETORIC ABOUT “DEMOCRACY”-THAT THEY SUPPORTED ARISTIDE’S RETURN TO POWER IN HAITI AFTER HE HAD BEEN OUSTED IN A 1991 MILITARY COUP. AFTER DELAYING HIS RETURN FOR MORE THAN TWO YEARS, WASHINGTON FINALLY HAD ITS MILITARY RESTORE ARISTIDE TO OFFICE, BUT ONLY AFTER OBLIGING THE PRIEST TO GUARANTEE THAT HE WOULD NOT HELP THE POOR AT THE EXPENSE OF THE RICH, AND THAT HE WOULD STICK CLOSELY TO FREE-MARKET ECONOMICS. THIS MEANT THAT HAITI WOULD CONTINUE TO BE THE ASSEMBLY PLANT OF THE WESTERN HEMISPHERE, WITH ITS WORKERS RECEIVING LITERALLY STARVATION WAGES.
YUGOSLAVIA, 1999:
THE UNITED STATES IS BOMBING THE COUNTRY BACK TO A PRE-INDUSTRIAL ERA. IT WOULD LIKE THE WORLD TO BELIEVE THAT ITS INTERVENTION IS MOTIVATED ONLY BY “HUMANITARIAN” IMPULSES. PERHAPS THE ABOVE HISTORY OF U.S. INTERVENTIONS CAN HELP ONE DECIDE HOW MUCH WEIGHT TO PLACE ON THIS CLAIM.
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WILLIAM BLUM IS THE AUTHOR OF KILLING HOPE: US MILITARY AND CIA INTERVENTIONS SINCE WORLD WAR II. PORTIONS OF THE BOOK CAN BE READ AT: HTTP://MEMBERS.AOL. COM/BBLUM6/AMERICAN HOLOCAUST.HTM.
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WILLIAM BLUM PAGE
FOREIGN POLICY WATCH

How’s Your Russian?

Doug Stuber
a few seconds ago near Gwangju, South Korea
To Bill Dechand and all: I got the worm. Note:

HI All-

My book of poems from 1996 called Rants and Raves got translated into French, German, Italian and Spanish. Nice. In 2007 Weehiya (like “To Your Health or “To You”) came out in English on the left and Korean on the right. Some works from the previous 8 books then, and a handful of new ones were in Weehiya.

But you’re not a poet until a university in Russia sticks their graduate students on the job of translating 438 poems into Russian right? Then for a year, Vyacheslav Zakharov (1946) will tighten them up.

this guy:

Vyacheslav Zakharov:

The literary scholar, critic, poet, Candidate of Philological Sciences Vyacheslav Zakharov was born on February 6, 1946 in Glade Vyatskie Kirov region in the family of employees. After graduating from high school poctypil the Faculty of Russian Language and Literature Glazov Pedagogical Institute, where he graduated with honors in 1968 served in the Soviet Army. While still a student, actively participated in the work of art groups and seminars in Glazov and Izhevsk, wrote poetry, received the support of well-known poets of Udmurtia Poskrebysheva O. and F. Vasiliev, published in the local, the national and the national press. In 1972 he successfully completed his studies at the postgraduate Leningrad State Pedagogical Institute named. AIHerzen, defended his thesis on “The lyrics are poetic and epic Selvinsky.” For more than 20 years he headed the department of literature GGPI them. VG Korolenko, now – the dean of the Faculty of Philology of the university. VV Zakharov is actively involved in the organization of national, national, and international scientific conferences (Korolenkovskaya, Tatarintsevskie, Florovskys reading, etc.), in the preparation of scientific collections. His research interests are broad: it is the intensification of the creative abilities of pupils and students, the problem of interaction between two aesthetic systems (modernism and realism), the study of the specifics of the local folklore, research in the field of local history and literature, etc. V. Zakharov – an active participant of the Russian-Swedish seminar develops the democratization of education in the world. He is a member of the pedagogical problem-lab “Aesthetics and Psychology of Creativity” at GGPI (director – composer, professor, Doctor of Arts, AP Shakhovskoy.) In 1983, the publishing house “Udmurtia” was published in his collection of lyric poems, “Understanding”. In 1970-90. VVZaharov actively and proved himself as a critic. His articles and reviews devoted to the development of poetry and literary criticism of Udmurtia, appear regularly in the pages of “Moscow”, “Literary Review” and “Ural”. Own poetic experience allows him to subtly and vividly recreate a specific critiques of the art world F. Vasiliev, O. Poskrebysheva. Selvinsky, A. Twardowski, young poets of the Northern District of Udmurtia. VV Zakharov involved in the preparation of poetry anthologies, supervises student literary club. Through its school number 3 Glazov elective course for high school students involved in the development of literary and creative abilities of students. V. In scientific studies Zaxapov develops the intensification of creative possibilities pupils, explores the folkloric and literary traditions in the works of contemporary writers, the interaction of aesthetic systems of realism and modernism in literature of the twentieth century. On the theoretical and methodological papers, speaking at conferences, meetings, seminars in Moscow, St. Petersburg, Izhevsk, Perm, Kirov. Fruitfully engaged in the study of questions of aesthetics and psychology of creativity. He wrote the book “Oleg Poskrebyshev. The art world of the Poet “(1993),” The World of Igor Babaylova “(2001). V. Zakharov is the Excellence in Public Education, Honored Worker of Education of the Republic of Udmurtia. A member of the Writers’ Union VP (2006).

The list of sources:

Bibliography:

I Poems / / Horizon: Young Literature of Udmurtia. – Izhevsk. 1980. – P. 171-172. Understanding: Poems. – Izhevsk. 1983. – 36. Oleg Poskrebyshev. The art world of the poet. – Izhevsk. 1993. – 156 p. Igor World Babaylova. – Izhevsk. 2001. – 118. *** “Memoirs of the Poet” Selvinsky / / Type of Soviet literature: Sat – L., 1973. – S. 89-101. Some aspects of the study of poetry Selvinsky / / Questions of Russian and foreign literature. – Perm. 1974. S. 79-93. Maternal land kindness: [On the work of O. Poskrebysheva] / / UDM. true. – 1976. – Oct 10. Lifetimes: [On Poetry F. Vasiliev] / / UDM. true. – 1977. – August 5. Benchmark / / Moscow. – 1978. – № 6. – S. 217-218. Eternal Homeland field / / Lit. Review. – 1983. – № 10. – S. 79-80. Continuing the Tradition / / Moscow.- 1984. – № 3. – S. 202-203. VG Korolenko and VM Garshin / / VG Korolenko and Russian literature: Intercollege.Sat Scientific. tr. – Perm, 1987. – Pp. 30 – 38. From sketch to the story / / Eye in the life and work of VG Korolenko.- Izhevsk, 1988. – S. 77-100. “I am your staff … “: On Poetry O. Poskrebysheva / / Ural. – 1990. – № 7. – S. 184-190. Poets about their city / / September: Lit. alm. – Glazov. 1995. – Pp. 5-10. Parenting poetry / / Three Keys: Ped. Bulletin. – M., 1999. – № 3. – Pp. 103-104. Some aspects of the influence of the poetics of folklore tvopcheckie quest Oleg Poskrebysheva / / Kostrovsky collection: the province. lit. in the context of Rus. culture. – Kirov. 2002. – Issue. 1. – S. 82-89. Organization of literary and creative activity of students in the study of literature / / Study of the problems of creativity: Sat scientific and practical materials. Conf. – Glazov. 2002. – S. 47-52. Andrew White about some features of the creative process / / Study of the problems of creativity: Proceedings nauch. and practical. Conf. – Glazov, 2003. – S. 51-55. Artist and time in the poem Andrew White “First Date” / / Study of the problems of creativity: Proceedings of scientific and practical. Conf. – Glazov, 2004. – S. 16-26. Pushkin in perception Flora Vasilyeva (to the problem). / / Flor Vasiliev and modernity. Proceedings of the scientific-practical conference “Problems of the Udmurt Philology and teaching of the Udmurt language and literature” and the All-Russian Conference “Florovskys second reading,” marking the 70th anniversary of the Udmurt poet FI Vasiliev. – Eyes GGPI them. VG Korolenko, 2005 – p.14-16. Pushkin in the creative minds of Flora Vasiliev.; Light of the word. / / Time of the word. Voices of modern philologists Udmurtia: Articles, Essays, Notes. – Izhevsk, Udmurtia, 2010. – S.235 – 238, 260 – 268. II Bogomolov Z. “The world is wide and deep sky … “/ / UDM. ppavda. – 1994. – March 30. S. Anisimov, “Oh, this is a miracle of understanding … “/ / TV studio. 1996. – Feb 9. Alchikov O. On the semantic complexity of life / / Vyat. field. It is true. – 1996. – Sept. 17. Lekhnitskii L. poet in Russia is more than a poet / / Kpacnoe banner. – 1998. – June 17. writers and literary critics of Udmurtia: Bibliographical Guide / Comp. ANUvarov. – Izhevsk, 2006. – Ed. 2nd. expansion. and add. – P.50-51.

OH Oh I guess I’m a poet now.

He he?

just breathe in and keep writing, dude.

Doug

27 May 2013, 15 New Poems, 15 Old Ones, Copyright Doug Stuber

KK

Your beauty comes from
giving so
much back to the earth, to those
who labor so hard
for such a

meager wage.
Don’t get me wrong, you
Also got you Mom’s
natural beauty
with body to spare.

So fix your brain by
“Will” power.
You’ve done so much not to hang out
and do more. Beat
brain cancer,

rejoin the
love of life you have.
You photos on face
book alone speak of
your magic, pure life.

So when this
phase passes I can’t believe
how you will
produce…talking each
day to make a life

focused on
benefitting everyone
around you
Shine on, come out and
Laugh with us again.

EB

It started
at the Beach Club, white
sand dusted
the board. Cube
mystery solved late:

double sixes cleared your home,
I smiled at the blue-
eyed twinkle
over swimmer’s breasts,
firm, even for eighteen: your

Montclair roots
augmented by strict
upbringing
easily
surpassed by passion.

Watkins conceded romance.
We never got caught,
cabanas
wide open to the
night, three beach loungers placed to

shield young love.
Learning the lexicon of
your long legs,
tongue patrol over
muscle terrain, two

weeks of lust,
a few months of letters, then
the fade back
to lives unshared yet
forever enriched.

MC

Forty seven days
after your twenty
second birthday a rare, mad
human tragedy
struck, and took with it

an artists,
near-pro golfer, wild
lover. We
lost a close friend who
wasn’t shy.

Called us out on our
bullshit, laughed in the
afternoon sun, but couldn’t
always get past the
immediate shifts,

opinion
blasts, head games, guilt trips,
controlling
Mom, consoling Dad
that must have

made each day
unpredictable, each night
a search for
independence no
matter the risks. You

feigned interest
in younger kin, remained a
mystery
then tragic lesson.
I feared for my life.

Charles Stuber

Wide-eyed player, your
parents soft joy; raised watching
your father
build two houses on
Taylor Cut-off Road after

A start in town surrounded by
Korean porch kites,
four-way cars
with no stop signs, Seattle
before the clog of

California came
to convert beauty into
suburbs. Your
spirit directs great
action to this day. Though none

fully recovered, new ties
added smiles, your
mother made
it through,
continues to be
both worried about

the future
and working hard in the now;
the gift you
gave was simple: “do
not live in the past.”

We all still
pray and wonder what you would
have given
to humanity;
something large for sure.

DS II

You kept asking “where’s
Charlie?” It
still causes throat swell, tear drop
but at the same time
imposes

a new edict to live by
between seize the day
and be productive. You beat
every one
of life’s challenges

with aplomb, ended
up as good
a parent as any this
family has seen,
scored major

work assignments and reveled
in your children as
you did your brother. Living
proof that hard
work yields a good life,

you are a
prime example for the young
ladies to learn
from. Your glow exudes,
spreads happiness earned

not given.
If they would admit it, your
elders would
announce how much they’ve
Learned from your success.

SS

No camper
ever came to play,
paddle, hike
at Reiner’s
Adirondack Swim and Trip

Camp with the vigor
you threw at
us. Armed with one hundred points
you always
made it past the guards,

your team won
by using your for
defense then
scoring the
century at the end. Your

Dad is a “good stick”
but rock and
roll, then movie keyboards made
you mister
Hollywood. Not all

maniacs
that roamed the Barnard Tract hit
their stride, or
even survived teen
car accidents. The

aptly named
planetarium lasers
tie-dyed Park
Avenue heads, smell
the magic, rock on!

Marjorie S. Cleveland

When the time came “God
Bless America” played an
hour after
the planes hit
on nine eleven

two thousand
one. Your example
gave Margot a head start on
the links, but sadness
ensued, so

we never saw your
youth reappear except on
warm summer
or close days,
family only.

What had we
missed, I will never
know. You gave all of us a
lot of class, which we
should have known

from birth, but
from birth the party was on.
So what? You
have to live while you
are alive. The long

walks, soul-filled
searches, avec Lara, or
alone…how
you went on without
flinching: real life lived.

EW

Your parents had seats
I could find
with ease on
the fifty yard line of the
blue side of orange

and blue. The last time
we met, you
said I had
not changed, and I said
“well was I

supposed to?” You shrugged,
informed me
you had been
running a tanning booth in
Gainesville for years. There

Was the time we hung out:
pajama
party
at Thyrza’s, your soft eyes,
thin body

quietly
beckoning the select few,
nevermore
than two-a-month in
order to give each

his chance to
qualify for inclusion
on your list
of potential life
mates. Still bachelorette?

MC II

Your strong blue top, magic eyes
interest in the
stories that
made upour lives kept
us close long after the

media
blast parties. The Saint
Petersburg Times is
now the last
major left daily

and whether Gallagher’s great
vanishing nature
pieces or
world-class scrutiny
of the power elite, your

family’s
heritage, may, if
ever moved to the
history
column, mean the death

not just of
real news, but American
democracy.
My Columbia
deposit may not

have achieved
its original purpose
but you will
never fade, blonde hair
above joyous smile.

Paul Heiner

First I took all Dad’s
shirt cardboards that came every
week from the dry cleaners, then
painted them
and proposed and art

booth to be parked in
front of our
garden-club level
neighborhood house. Mom,
irate, said “no” so I stormed

up brought them down and
tore them up hysterically.
Next thing I knew I’m enrolled
in art class
at Memorial

Art Gallery with
the immense
German master who
spent every class mad
at me, saying I stunk. He’d

set up still
lifes, I painted abstractions.
Only me.
Years later Dad took me to
see one of your shows.

Your large abstract
bombs exploding in contrast
from above
lured me into art,
where I have stayed since.

Leo Garel

You came to the Lavender
Door on Tuesdays, the
same day as my sessions, so
I skipped one form, pushed beyond
what Heiner taught me

ten years earlier.
It was your turn to
inadvertently save my
life. Nothing
anyone else gave

or took matched the peace acquired
splashing colors on
wood, canvas. You presented
slide shows, taught us when our work
was done, kept the mean

ogres and
real demons at bay
productively, what the pros
called late-bloom
sublimation. But

there were no
labels at the studio
other than
next to exhibit
paintings. Our art was

cutting edge,
pure, pushy, fun, a release,
and even
accepted during
our lifetimes. Tears now.

MS

Your uncle
hit “worm burners” as
far as any amateur
ever has, managed
to card low

scores via
short game, the best way.
After years seeing
photos come and go
you switched to

camper. It’s
a rare and idea;
job: how has nature given
you what curating
could not? What

if you are
among the handful
to still boondoggle,
portage lakes and ponds,
teach sailing,

swimming and
mountain climbing? The fine art:
natural
living, is so far
out, abstract by now.

All we can
do is pray our children’s lives
will be half
what ours have been.
What of grandchildren?

JM

You loved me with
talk of diaphragms, stories
so good for
The Yellow Springs News, back when
everyone knew each

other, and the strict Quaker
laughed with the polar Christian
Baptists down
at the ladies’ school.
I was not scared, took what was

Offered, thought back to
Lexi before I had left
for boarding
school. You tripled my female
knowledge base in less

than five visits. Mentor
of the intimate realm, we
faded to
other places then
reconnoitered over wine.

Jacksonville
Beach, where your son asked the next
morning if
we had slept in the
same bed. Wise for eight,

but a truth
seeker should be wise. Your days,
medical
recruiter, lover,
easier than mine.

Bud Shaw

You came back to Rochester
to die. Many of
us were gone.
Some, like me, had no
idea

how precious
short, yet fulfilled life
could be, then
we heard the
how and when of yours

and cried. We cried when Trudy
told it four months past
due. Life was
complicated by
tragedy,

yet some learned
enough, grabbed and ran,
compared and
drew a sigh
We seize all with zest,

flamboyant
in our quest for just a touch
of someone’s
memory twenty
two years down the road.

Immortal
applies to sports and music
stars, not true
friends; except special
ones we hardly knew.

EC “S” C

It started
when you approached me
on behalf, I found out soon,
my bosses domestic and
volunteer.

But what must be the
reason you disappeared goes
beyond your knowledge
base, and cultural norms, as
you get me to put

out there the
exact stuff they thought
impossible yet had big
suspicions about. There I
was feeding to

you until even
your role as spy was too much
to fulfill. Hence I
wonder, to this day, whether
to remember you

as foe, faux,
confidant, adviser, ping
pong mentor,
beggar, artist, self-
absorbed beauty queen,

teenager
forever, sufferer of
Han, absent
daughter, loving Mom
or my best friend.

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New Ones above, Old Ones below

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There, in the bush
At the hill
Under leaves
Was,
On this blue
And often hazy day,

A soft relfection of you.
Memories of the times
(few of them ever knew)
A slender subtle line.

A curved, not bumpy rock
Apparently not hard.
It came as quite a shock
To find the grain so sharp.

So, there, in that second,
While it lasted
In its warmth,
I,
At that moment
Loved you.

Morning – Farmhouse

This place has contrast:
Not just the greens either.
Fog settles on a backdrop
Causing Kentucky blue to melt in
Behind the bright trees of Virginia.

Assorted cows meander
Into the Tolkien postcard-picture,
Dotting hills with slow sienna.
Hearing makes its way
Past the primal sense. Shapes evolve.

Singing birds. Hark, spring.
Rain underscores with the
Power of timpani.
The creaking house stirs. Cats claw
At what is left of the upholstery.

The coolness of the brick
Shelters wanderers from humidity.
White sheep jump the cattle guard
To graze on the yard: love is
Staccato in the overture of morning.

Eagle Pond Farm

October in New Hampshire means colored leaves for kicking.
Donald kicks a few heading into town for cheese.
He notices that the antique dealer, once again, announced
The coming of winter by changing his sign. It now reads:
“Driveways Plowed, Reasonable Rates.” The type of
De-evolution Donald appreciates.

Standard time ensures contrast, as autumn’s last bonfire
Sends a leaf-shaped spark into the air.
A simple way of life is free to walk around without inspection:
So Donald does. He checks out of Najur’s General Store
With Gouda and N.Y. Sharp Cheddar tucked away.
He climbs up the knoll then down the driveway to the farm.
He kicks a pine cone to the safety of the woods.
He exhales steam that quickly disappears.
He can almost see ice forming on the pond.

Oncebush

A oncebush, nowtwigs
Juts into the plane of
A window. Someone cut off
All the flowers, leaving
Sticks in the air.

I would have thought
This to be wise
Except that this is April.
Gray shadows interrupt
A piercing spring sun.

Spiny arms reach out
From a hanging plant.
Uneven knots combine
To hold the pot, attached
By rounded hook to roof.

Shy little light pokes
Out of the wall, its
Shadow doesn’t cause a stir.
Oncebush nowtwigs solid
In its presence stays.

La Jolla

One Beech tree separates the cold Pacific harbor
From a lighthouse that blinks white and turquoise.
Twelve knots of wind kicks the salt up. Port lights
Warn planes, but a single starboard twice the
Width marks the length of boats passing.

Only pairs find such an April night enticing.
Earlier a rain heavied leaves that remain
From autumn. New ones stretch out to guard
Their ancestors. A few are more than one year old.

The lighthouse sends two different rays.
White glides across the ripples in a double-pump.
Turquoise snaps a single moment to sailors
Who find a type of relief in sleazy bars downtown.

Now a fog reminds the pair how eerie ports can be.
Blinking starboards try to find a place to land.
Seaplane hangers wait for the marines to be sent in.
Chilled rocks seem immovable but they’re not: newborn
Leaves of Beech know nothing of it, and should not.

New Potato

Just what are we supposed to
Accomplish
In this leftover culture?
Apathy soup or
Mindless decadence? Meatloaf or gold?

Start modern traditions now.
Discover
Potential by ignoring
Everything they want.
Play hard then dedicate completely.

Jump off, get straight, share yourself.
Initiate
New dances for the timid.
Create vibrant space
And keep the space open to changes.

Publicize your ideas.
Saturate
Your neighborhood with abstract
Lifestyles made of art.
Drop the past like a hot potato.

We Won’t Wait

Seven slimy salamands
Go crawling off the wall.
Thirty watching whippoorwills
Chirp a warning call.
Threatening mist difuses downward.

Nine abandoned bugs
Wish the water well.
Many mashed mosquitoes
Are on their way to hell.
Summer rain causes quick changes.

The lizard and the flower
Soak the water then:
New insect generations
Needn’t wonder when.
Notice the rapid revolutions.

Five frightened philosophers
Grasp at things the same.
Knowing nothing is,
No one near to blame.
Changes catch clumsy lovers.

Eleven laughing lizards
Know that this is true,
Fortunately, flowers
Know it too:
Affection can not afford to wait.

The Mangrove Blues

The sun sinks.
A pumping heron
Chases dreams into the night,
Resting momentarily
In a life of constant motion.

The wind shakes.
Trees stretch out,
Anticipating winter.
Orange floods
Mangroves and the pines.

The cold turns.
Clouds gather
Over murky surroundings,
Drifting slowly inland
To dump a fresh-new load.

The tears run.
A skipping child
Delivers momentary reprieve.
Gloom infests
The evening of a lonely-hearted man.

War Sonnet

Bombs float gently, flaking off occasionally
In the wind, disrupting well-planned patterns.
Mountains (being less populated)
Miss the worst attacks.

Snow is far too soft to bear the brunt
Of ugly metal. Generals forget this,
But soldiers seldom do. Red on white
Creates a gloomy contrast.

Frozen memories never thaw,
They stay cold until reality has changed.
Forgotten joy is hapless against the night,
Unrecognizably split into microscopic pieces.

Tracks lead in but never out:
Angry men cuss their lonely lot.

Red To Go

Cardinals don’t visit often, but a proud male
Perched, inquiring about the weather, so I implied,
Through body movement, that this was a suitable
Winter retreat. It’s not Miami, and highs
Are in the 60s in January. So he stayed.

He caught us on a clear day: third in a row.
The reflections of a manmade pond (called jacuzzi)
Must have drawn him. The chow-chows were inside,
The rumbling of distant showers hit the walls
While wind chimes hung dormant in the still.

Cardinals signify a change in my life.
The last one I saw came by to tell me it
Was time to walk away from snowy winters.
This time I knew the new stuff was coming,
And the red-bird came to relax my nerves.

Sharp shadows move slightly with the leaves.
Our cardinal darts a foot above the rail,
Cutting the water with a flame. A ringing phone
Beckons: two weeks before I walk away, two
Weeks to wrap, tie, hug, make peace then leave.

Life Sans La Mode

A leaf dropped straight down, slowly
As we whizzed by, 58 MPH. It didn’t
Twirl or flutter, the last leaf down
In North Carolina this autumn.

It’s been eight years since winter. In
Gainesville or Tarpon Springs we didn’t
Notice leaves. We didn’t have to
Explain to anyone. Uninhibited.

Then Christmas trapped us. A week
To joke about upon returning. It didn’t
Mean to force such cynical remarks:
Pondering, floundering, repackaging gifts.

It’s been a year since the creative mode.
Apart from it, life’s progressed: sour to vile.
It didn’t mean to leave me in the cold:
Creative forces have no bad intentions.

We broke up at my request. Intentions
Were to lead a normal life. I didn’t
Look back, cry or wallow very long,
But life without it hasn’t been the best.

Peering Out Fish Windows

Just when your life is reduced to a gray squirrel,
Syncopated , hopping from one nut to another,
Tail waving on a jolting body,
You’re trapped behind fish windows.

Exactly when the wind stops,
When joining trees and bushes in celebration
Is your natural reaction to the beauty,
You can only peer at what is real.

When the sun hits, when predatory birds
Stain cold mountain with dark shadows
You’re stuck. Stuck behind fish windows
In man-made air on Naugahyde furniture.

Just when you could be one with it all
You stop. Unable to fulfill desire,
You conjure a scene. It’s you, throwing stale bread
To a squirrel out, out beyond fish windows.

May 22, 2013 Seven New Ones and Seven Old Ones, Copyright Doug Stuber

MAC

Tennis may
have been the first glance
grabber, but your squash,
hunting, fishing just as
strong. Rumor has it you let

loose those last three weeks,
thus pushing
for some type of tie
when we all
knew none was ever

possible.
Why it took until
the final hour is
explainable by the way
you measured each shot down to

dram level so as
to keep the
bar bountiful, and
not incur
what must have been a

major load
of wrath if over serving
family
and friends. You were
the sunny side of

Whitney Lane,
never saw you mad. Each
putt you left
short meant one whisky
poured straight from the bag.

DA

Saint Pete Jay Cee had
a few lunatics. Some were
certified, out on
good behavior, others dropped
not far from their fathers, and

made perfect
roommates for, among
other things, Gator
bikini girl shoots,
and we watched the changing room

openly, or three-
times-the-speed-limit races
home from the parking
lot. Tops was “Recovery
Eighty Five,” in which huge jugs,

allotments
of fifteen hundred
per nostrum were spent
on bending nights in
places like Cedar Key, with

Amy, or
whoever, ruined for five
days or so.
And we drove back! What
Of Guppie or Miss

Bonfield, known
as Bon-Bon? Media Blast
was all ours:
the best J-School drunk:
over three hundred!

DS

When dungeons
re-emerge, not in
Guantanamo, but
F.E.M.A camps, will some players
be able

to conquer the beasts
save crying
princess, beat
concrete gas lines and
train “depots” that lead straight to

hell, not for
passengers, but for
all humanity?
you sir, have the power to
change lives, live

large, due to lucky
combo of
brains, nerve and
creativity.
What will it be, strawberry-

blonde lover,
or public crusader, beach
lounge, or at
every meeting, all
marches, screaming for

love, kindness,
mercy in the face of such
evil as
no comic has yet
devised. Come join man.

MMK

You were the first real one, and
I went off to caddy like
a dumb ass.
Your smarts for
psychology is only

surpassed by the care
you give to
diverse and
crazy patients. Six
years after you snuck through

the window at Brandywine
I dropped back down for a year
and called, but
your full life
had no time for the past. I

never would have known
my own good
side if not
for you. Every car
seat conversation is clear,

and the month
you let me crash, pushing back on
my attempts
to re-ignite taught
me how to let go

without blues
dominating in a way
that preserves
precious memories.
Your charm caused real growth.

LW

You were three
years or so younger in the
French class we sat in.
both bored but you more
so because

at least I
had you to look at.
Columbia
had the plaid
blue, yellow, white skirts,

so the big
challenge was the color of
panties. Male lunch talk
had to include a
report of

who was in
which color, otherwise
you could get
ridiculed.
But I want you to

know I took
all the ribbings failure can
offer, and
never once gave up
your secret, though I

always knew.
I held out, hoping that to
do so would
not, we never talked.

NKS

Did you love or hate
the black Ford
Fairlane, circa nineteen and
sixty five?
My tolerance was

matched by your
need for fun
and mischief. As a
roommate you’d
rank a fun one. So what if

it took a while to
iron it
all out? You hung tough then got
hit with the
worst possible scene.

A few times
I tried to
crack into your heart
just after,
then realized it was not

wise, backed off
until you recovered. Now
then Nancie,
how is “positive
life”: these days? You made

it, cleared all
tests. Here’s to smooth sailing and
real love, to
genuine friends, peace,
real autonomy.

ET

Swiss beauty, if it
flows through New
Jersey, spreads legs, accepts one
or two who
do not last, just for

the fun of
it. How you
ended up a strong District
Attorney I will
never know.

Yet, I doubt you’ve found
a way to
forget the wild romps, escape
from frozen
rules, or bullshit that

flew. Maybe
it was your
inadvertent exposure
to conniving lies
that helped you

beat both those
arrested and their slimy
lawyers. Come,
hold my hand again
in the dark,, attack

the way you
used to. Memories smash in
to dreams; are
you still in Tampa?
Who got you for good?

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Rules

It took this long to hide my penchant: Rhymes.
Another reading forces inner looks.
Where is Ed and his heroic Eulogy for us?
What happened when we traded love of lines
For time cards, bosses, corporate crooks?

Here’s what happened: life became a chore,
There is no time left to rage creating.
Competitive suburban gardening is a bust.
What there is left is not elating
Except the love of soul-mates through this door.

The Eagle’s Nest is now a restaurant:
You get a 15-dollar turkey-plate up there.
But is a fourth Reich rising from the rust,
Or are we evil, just nonchalant?
Oklahoma City fades like sunset air:

The only lasting image is your own.
One veto and the fascists will shut us down.
One thousand points of veto from the upper crust
Without a batted eyelash from this clown.
What further outrage can we condone?

As long as TV says it is OKay
Our lives submit to the worst human rages.
Just when we’ve farmed this place to dust
Some half-assed savior will come our way
Passing manna to those left. One for the ages.

Healthy Meat

China-doll lips painted purple or red
Purse then smile at personal queries.
Stanwood is way past blushing when he jokes:
Her eyes gave up the secret now instead,
Of cryptic characters, lustful, longing, leery.

Educators reincarnate, hand clippings out
To students who crave larger markets
For reworked stories: novels with pokes
At apes who have no place to park it,
Aces grounded with nothing to talk about.

A ribbon for a tie belies rage:
The fifties in Muskegon blew cold winds.
Then comes this young Poe-like bloke
Whose dreams are heavier than most sins.
And a flashy fish story from a simple age.

But what of war-survivors and of God
Now that writing is the last refuge?
What of the hills south of Roanoke,
Of women growing past their era’s lot,
Of maniacs with nothing left to lose?

C.I.A. Dog

Walking out Waimuri way
Goes the lost retriever.
She trots a bit, a nervous sway,
Eyes anxious, nostrils flared
In search of the deceiver.

No way to know how she got here,
No maps outside, inside fear.
She couldn’t know this place is a dot
Or two no one thinks about.
Her placement reeks of a Pacific plot.

Next week she’ll board a boat
To blow a hole in her wooden keel.
Transformed into one hundred pounds
Of bomb that barks and sounds
Like any other golden: look she floats!

Or parts of her do, blown astray.
She had no idea life would shorten
Or be abused, or cause harm
In such an evil way.
The worst she knew, back on the farm

Were cats playing hackey-sack
With mice about to be a meal,
Or Bob Dylan singing “how does it feel?”
Now she’s flotsam in the bloody sea,
One more boat down for greenpeace.

Ninety-Five Percent Perspective

Fortune telling leaves drift down the drain,
Before they can be figured, leave a stain
On some old sink you wanted to throw out.
You keep my place well hidden in your heart.
New combinations needed to make art

Out of the burning pine cones in my soul.
Too much tv too much walking malls.
So this year we double the garden size
In order to make heaping pizza pies:
In this day and age, a noble goal.

To keep pace with the kids all over town,
We threw some Rhododendron in.
We’re married, so our only sin
Is searching for fulfillment
Instead of having kids around.

It now shapes as a major disappointment:
Be positive we can have it all.
Snuggle, here comes back-rub ointment
“Oh that’s a stretch,” “for sure,” he replies.
As we search the weeds for croquet balls.

Take A.I.M.

Several times within the week
My heart begins to ache,
To the Onodowaga I speak,
No need here to fake.

Skaneatles, Canandaigua,
Wine surrounds the lakes.
Seneca and Keuka
Are missing native wakes.

No more red-skinned swimmers,
No more birch canoes.
Bare Hill is getting dimmer,
Haudenosaunee are few.

Ganundua is still quite red,
But only once a year.
At other times the nation’s dead,
It always brings a tear.

Iroquois nation will return,
Just look into my eye.
The rage inside our nation burns
We will never die.

The Creek

Harvesting future sauerkraut,
Paddling the lake.
Spearing for a rainbow trout
Baking cornbread cake.

Smoothing down an arrowhead,
Digging trilobites.
Walking where our brothers bled,
Singing funeral rites.

Hiking back along the creek,
Past the cherry trees.
Raspberries, they seem so meek,
But bloody up the knees.

Creekbed slowly running dry,
But then a waterfall.
A pause to sit and wonder why,
To hear the bluejay call.

Water drops into the pool
Like a giant tear.
Elders preach a peaceful rule,
We pray for a plentiful year.

Nine Slapper

Blue bird in the air,
Golden boy delights.
Skipping stones without a care,
Singing in the night.

Seagull pierces silence,
The dawn is on the rise.
Fishermen are busy
Watching for red skies.

River wanders, digging earth
Fertilizing soil.
Weekend mongers slobber
Spilling pints of oil.

Red-skinned native stands,
A reminder of the past.
Spearing fish and digging clams,
Hoping they will last.

Blue-eyed boy walks on,
Determined to have fun.
Lonely lovers cry,
Searching for the sun.

20 May 2012 Three New Poems, Three Old Ones, Copyright Doug Stuber

JP

Snow flies through closing
door, bark peels
away from fire log
placed on embers, entices
old friend to new play.

Cross country
ski, or boat purchase,
defense on Navy’s
hockey club,
barefoot skiing on

the lake where your Dad
bought the house
my Dad built with his
own hands. Luck eh? And down
to Rake’s to fill-up,
overnight
camp out on Squaw, the
small island in such
shallow green
in lake of deep blue.

Smoke stacks for
the environment, roller
blades for hot
weather exercise,
children mostly grown,

and the joy
of being a unit for
as long as’
possible in the
human realm. Peaches.

PDB

Rouge cheeks and
Bright eyes over the
Same loose-fitting hippy dress
And gray T-shirt.
I wonder

how precious time is spent when
not reading, and guess
she works and plays and uses
make-up to try to
cover exhaustion.

Straight As, and
a team player, she makes
new friends, most do not. Once she
sat in on class long
enough to

know it was too hard. She said
she would be back, so
here she is, shining not to
be known as best, but
happy anyway.

Too many
students never get involved;
they waltz through
classes as if their
looks or family

name should be
enough to score a grade, as
if Chonnam
were Harvard: then come
the fresh real learners.

T-50

Every noon they take
flight over Gwangju,
not just as a check,
nor reminder of
air force glory from

the nineteen
fifties, but these days
because noon is not
enough. Continual guard,
vigilant patrol

in case Kim Jung Eun
is not “Kid”-ing, but
truly will goad
a reaction, a step

up ladder
to ramp the creeping
world war three that, as
historians will recall,
began on August
thirty first
nineteen ninety seven when
Diana
and Dodi died “by
accident.” Then nine

eleven,
now and evermore battle
for oil and
resources that can
make the rich richer.

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“You Are So Nice”
(or, how to impress the press)

The dogs of May smoke packs a day
Here on the banks of the Jenny.
The press hounds race, though out of space
For the photo of Di, there are many.

The homeless walk with hands that beg
While suits go walking by.
Jesus walks among the dead
To look into their eyes.

Peace to all who hit the mall
To Christmas shop in June.
The rush now precedes the leaves of fall
(Doesn’t this seem too soon?)

I think that Christ, were he here now
Would not rejoice to see
Material greed replacing vows
In the age of insurgency.

Blues

Neal serves another “Frazier”
To a customer, who, after
Pondering the fate of the world,
Orders two pieces of pie.

Frazier, as you well know,
Drinks lattes in Seattle.
Well, Neal, being a Rochestarian,
Doesn’t cotton to all that mess.

He pulls out a revolver and kills 

The man, due, as the police report

Testifies, to the fact that that he 

Thought this “Frazier” was gay. 

Now Frazier is not gay, but
Just the appearance of being gay
Can get you hurt in these parts.
So, gray anti-gay Rochester

Lives on under the cloud of
Former liberals. You know
The list, a litany of spiritual
Awakenings that never came true.

First the Mormons, then the
Spiritualists in Newark. (Some
Say those ladies were witches.)
Then the political healers:

The pope will step in
To save the day until it gets
Way worse than this. But
Why not send JC back

Early? You know two
Or three years before the
Millennium, that way, the
Kooks who would have been

Spooked by the year 2000
Can just get over it and
Neal can go back to golf
And tending the coffee bar.

But, sad to report, the Pope,
For all he knows,
Has not been informed of
An “early” return. Boo Hoo.

R.I.T. is Latin for C.I.A.

Back when the campus was run by a Rose
And experiments ended in greed,
A wise guy, once human, now dead proposed
A game to switch the polarity

Of earth as we know it, a true Canard,
A gift from a jester, Olympus bound.
East became West, and South is now North
What more coincidence can come to confound?

“Oh, plenty you dumb ass, it keeps going up,
Look at the way you lick lips!
Look hard, you can see the swirls in your cup
Of Earl Grey or Ginseng rose hips.”

So, come with me now as we learn a new phrase
That enlightens a couple of spies:
Eat shit you sadistic bum-fucking apes
I’m sick of your tactics and lies!

May 19, 2013 12 New Poems , 12 Old Poems Copyright Doug Stuber

L aka BH

What must it
have been like to be
led around Hamburg, in full
regalia
by Wiebke, as it

were, “introduced” to
the fair city’s most
and least notorious? But
it was that first show,
Genesee

mud flowing
aside that blew our
minds. Had I been a
prophet I’d
have had them all, but,

alas, stuck in poor
yet humorous trades,
I still feel happy to know
the grown up artist,
as our loose

connection
via ADTEC: your father,
my second
cousin, never would
have kept us in touch.

To art then,
not for art’s sake but for the
binds it ties.
be more productive
my friend: exhibit.

JM

Our June day
so similar, and
perverse (?) desire to
mate with new
friends, granted, from different

points of view, angles
if you will.
How magic for you
to offer so much
to those trapped

or propelled
by art, those whose true
talent doubles as
refuge in
a world long lost to profit

and war. Isn’t it
natural
that more would flow to
break into a world
that doesn’t

resemble
reality in any
way? But you
could color your dreams
like few ever, thus

making a
formidable mentor, so
rare among
the “truly gifted
artist” group. Good job!

JC

Piano brings in
the Do-Re-Mi here
where it is
of concern, but I like your
art the most. Not too

many can
be as supportive,
stir such a lemon
ice cream, smile, laugh learn
while teaching humanity

as if a course was
needed, but in this
age it sure
is. You help make foundations
for those to follow

their dreams in,
go further with their
art than they ever
thought, like France, Raleigh,
Macedonia. Simple

Connections
rarely turn commonplace or last
on a face
to face basis no
less artistic

level love.
Your shine spreads in ways we all
understand;
a shine that makes our
quick lives more joyous.

BB

How did we
lose touch? What are you
doing? When is your next show
in Cologne?
Is Frida still in

your house, or has she,
like most loves
or people, moved on?
No one ever spent
so much time with her art, or

deserved a
major break the way
you do. Investigating
color smash
combinations, the

way you pile it up
until the
surface is imbued,
multiple subjects
come and go, but obvious

lens effect
games are not your style. Express
those rough
lines my friend, German-
style while pushing art

your way, as
your heart alone is the one
that beats new
meaning out of an
old form, unique star.

CT

She runs through
the minds of every
boy or man who ever knew
her in the
eighties. Palm Harbor’s

finest: blonde red hair,
freckles, a
touch darker than forever
tan, sported
for all to admire,

dream about,
sprout about, and one
of my friends got to date you
for a while.
Us men don’t forget

the names or face of
a beauty
like you. It must be a big
burden to
have to dust off so

many men
all the time. So what did you
do with your
choice? Maybe you are
still single, that would

be a hoot.
My last viewing was as you
walked in from
your car. We trailed you
but got no invite.

DF

You asked me to lunch
then went straight to the
shower. I took that
hint, and we
stayed friends, then loose friends until

finally I missed Panthers
hockey, and, though just
one beach up
we lost what
may have been our last

chance to meet face-to-
face. Here May’s wind moves
Buddha’s birthday signs,
Doctor Seuss
looking furry needled pine,

or conifer of some type.
I brought my son to
the border
of insane
in South Korea.

I hope you
read that this life finally
settled down
to domestic bliss.
Raising one son has

given me
something more than watching you
play tennis
or eating tuna
together: new life.

PM

You drew those
incredible fun
characters, adding
life to regular
poems in the Obelisk.

Your Italian style
tennis was nearly
flawless. Your
face, physique, almost
Michelangelo

beautiful.
So I got you to
join me off the court
in as many ways
as I could devise without

scaring you away.
Just to be with you,
laugh, gave such
pleasure at a time
when motoring to

school on a
moped was embarrassing.
Your prompt pushed
me to four visits,
mostly Tuscany,

and my own
art, perhaps improved, goes on
all over,
like Bulgaria,
Korea, your heart.

DT

You heard bass
guitar coming out
of stereo rig
in Brandywine. Being a
player we made Lewis and

Clark, went to
Seattle, tried to
record, stayed with Bill,
Marilyn,
Charlie. David was

just born, life
was merry, but we
could not sing, lobster
dinners were the best part. You
allowed my friend to park her

van many
years later. After
Amy Grant, country
tour, practice
with budding bud, some

kid whose Dad
paid you to practice. That’s how
good you are,
and your wife, children
band mates all prosper

due to your
positive vibe. Brazil is
in your blood,
magic guitar, you
kept me playing hard.

RB

Roberto,
are you still selling
cars? Is your strong will
still alive?
Personality

goes a long way when
the family name does not
apply due
to being so far
from Manila, yet your friend

count was so
high back when we roamed
for used cars, and I
settled for
a seventy three

Volvo one sixty
four. You advised for either
a better
car, or a lower
price, but “the Boss” went on and

on, maybe
still floating around Gainesville,
who knows. Did
you ever pick just
one woman, or has

your career
bachelor status remained
past middle
age? Memories crank
back. Pinay rule here.

MR

The loop box,
a rewinding and
playback effects was
alluring,
but it was the jams

at the power lines
acquiring
electricity
illegally that drew big
crowds: second

round of youth
hippies started soon
in Florida where
babies came
naturally in

teen years. So nineteen
seventy
eight was the age when
everyone’s parents were hip,
large doses

of fun were
not scolded bur applauded.
Before you
my days had been trapped

inside walls,
plexiglass, miasma of
my making.
Music, salvation
in four strings, strong beats.

CU

You cared for me and
know escape would be
hard because my family
could keep me
in forever. We

hugged, an allowed contact on
the patio, the
scene of past
writing, none better
than when you were on my mind.

Your tongue protrudes in
a small square photo
tucked away in the second
drawer of
my sister’s old set

in a storage room rarely
visited, except
to see old
pictures. Most are hung,
but I slide the drawer to see

you more than
you’d expect. That was back when
love was love,
money came easy,
sun baked us to tan

not red. I
bet your life, due to looks
and youthful
personality
must be great by now.

LDG

Your genuine smile,
hidden Ingrid Bergman style,
with scarf, dark
sun glasses
shows the depth of emotion

to be natural,
nor method,
on stage, in life; yet
some are allowed
to interrupt your

life’s pursuits. Some, like
me, are children, sincere and
seeking hard
answers to
seemingly easy questions.

You act, but it is
Not acting.
Every, any part
Becomes you. You are
Every part. Not a

tear nor drop
of sweat out of place, as if
you and the
playwright conceived not
just this drama but

your entire
lives together somehow. You
walk on the
way others refresh
their lives, friend to all.

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February in Rochester

Here where the gray clouds are so pervasive
They effect the way we behave,
A small gift of color replaces the flowers
Long hidden by Winter’s parade
Of snow slush mud, snow slush mud,
Snow slush mud, snow slush mud,
Snow, that comes at us each day.

So, roses go floating down the brown water
Out to the iced-over lake
A week or two after they passed their prime
In celebration of Valentine’s Day.

Which, as you recall, was warm with
The love we have shared for over a decade.
So here’s to the moments when smiles
Follow laughs and soulmate’s connections are made:
Of grow love hug, grow love hug,
Grow love hug, grow love hug,
Grow, that make life just like getting laid.

Nonsense Birthday Poem

One day in a field of swaying corn stalks
Bill spotted a young lass (Anne-Marie hawks).
She was out for a stroll on the ninth of July,
A day to reflect, but not to ask why.

Some calendar told him ‘twas the day of her birth
So Bill wondered what a surprise would be worth
As he snuck up behind her in order to scare
Some life into the day (it wasn’t a dare).

On his volition he whispered “boo,”
She turned, quite amazed, and said “how do you do!”
He said “Happy Birthday, and many more!”
She said, “well, I hope so, but right now I’m bored.”

So they chatted about what one could do
To spice up a midsummer afternoon.
The obvious pass-times were discarded as dull
So they picked sweet corn and began to cull

The best selection to eat in raw form
(A curious habit, but fun when it’s warm).
They sat and ate some where the hay lay
Which put the icing on Anne-Marie’s day.

The Daily Word

The Catholic church is a ruse
Handed down by God
Through the Pope, of course,
That is being used to sucker
People into using contraceptives.

Just as when Nancy Reagan declared that
Our drug-using youth should
“Just say no.” while her hubby’s
Henchmen were inventing crack,
Importing coke and turning big profits,

NOW, the Catholic church opposes
Contraception in order to get you
To try it! Apparently it’s working
As birth rates are dropping
And our kids are as stoned as ever.

Local Story

I was standing in Wegmans, floored by the
Thirty percent jump in produce prices in the
New Pittsford NY 14534 store. “Disco defies
Categories,” she says to her friend as they check
Out at register number seven. “The deal with
Marilyn Monroe was that she was THE bombshell.
She was extremely upset that the studio hype
Wouldn’t ever let her get past that.”
A negative nod returns, as this month’s tabloid
Topics rebound from one check out conversation
To another, in an era when paparazzi
Are blamed for Princess Di going to a 121 MPH
Grave. Yeah, RIGHT! I know tons of famous
People who would agree that 121 is about
The right speed to go when getting out of
The way of snoopy photo-hounds. It turns
Out that 121 MPH is NOT quick
Enough, however, to elude her ex-hubby’s
Henchmen; motorcycles just got a bad name.

Double Sonnet

A cellist floats behind you and taps you on the shoulder.
Your heart explodes as Coakley finishes up a 45-minute set.
You never forgot her curled tresses, warm smile, gentle voice.
Last summer, in three days time she alternately played,
Vanished, played until you were one with the moon.
(Botticelli never saw hair like this.)
So she floats back in off a west wind, sits long enough to
Write out her address and asks, like a .22 caliber bullet newly
Lodged in a calf muscle, where Ilya Kaminsky is. Kaminsky, if
Only he could see her now! But he’s not here, she’ll have to
Settle for his address because there’s no way you’re committing
Emotional suicide by handing out his phone number.
Last summer, in three days time she chose the muse,
Leaving one dangling slab of manhood, cozy, familiar, alone.

Two

You sit, hoping she will stay. Your penis stretches out
Like an uncurled finger, or a winking eye. So, like her, you
Stand: maybe she’ll notice the oldest symbol of affection
Bulging. But the room is dark, she would find it rude,
And you’re better off, as your four minutes of fame is
About to begin – hard or not hard. After you’re done
you light up. A typical evening of artsy-fartsy debauchery
Races through your mind. How can you let her
Slip away without another poem, painting, concerto?
That’s it! Forget the “how-do-you-dos,” just write her
A concerto. Cello and flute. No, no. Cello and Tenor Sax.
How often does the beam of a soul shoot out to the world?
Can she possibly return again? You sit wondering when,
Clutching the address of this decade’s angel.

Slam This:

I’m just a C.I.A spy
Sent in by brain-fuck to
Toy with the liberals so we can
Take names and bill your trust
Funds for the inevitable 7-year
Stay in Chestnut Lodge.

You’re just a pseudo wank who
Can’t trade the head games for work: can’t
Break the S & M delusion to love again, but can
Proselytize from the merits of Gwen Stefani
To the body of Ani De Franco.

Me, I’m just a wayward lime-green puff ball:
Floating seed, fertilizer of art. What,
You don’t believe me!? Try this:
If you let me bend your ear for a poem or two
You’ll be a purple\pink sunset,
Or just as good.

One Night at Java Joe’s

Fourteen claps, spangled, bald, hopeless:
Fine Young Cannibal commander speaks.
This time he speaks! He says “go ask the
City fathers for a new parade.
Go cry eleven years down the drain!”

Piss on the flowers that keep it colored;
Color the wins that loosen your life
So you can get back on the road.
Sometimes the talk is so good you
Forget to play. You play so hard; so
Much rehearsing for so little play.

So, even though the Jeffreys still
Complain about the three-month crabs:
Is there enough plaid to cover the
Chains that persist through heroin eyes?
When the bird falls dead, you cry.
When the $3.50 bouquet wilts
You clutch small foreign coins and die.

Don’t die now, don’t die now!

Flowers and Rice
(or, how to have fun without getting married)

Flowers, Jennifer.
Rice, Donna.
This is beginning to read like a
Wedding invitation list. Anyway,

It all started way back when. . .
These knights, who were dashing
Around the count(ryside) in search of
Flowers and other booty, like grails,
Diamonds, Hemp and Water,
Decided to try to find a way to plug
A whole without wasting any Dykes.

So, they put their finger in it, but
That was not very satisfying.
The quest became the search for a
Way to plug a hole, have fun and
Not impregnate any sheep.

The quest, which the Scottish have
Come to refer to as the “quest of
The heirless nobles,” ended in a
Less-than-perfect contraception:
The device was 95% effective
But only worked on farm animals.

So, in an effort to have fun
With their own species, the nobles
Turned to the ancient Greeks for
Advice. Well, we now know that
The Greeks wrote extensively about avoiding
Pregnancy, but, even with Aristotle on
The throne (presumably to take a dump)
The best they could come up with was the 2-hole.

Although satisfactory as a male pleasure provider,
It took years of training to convince
The female population that a bung was
Preferable to a baby. The protests persisted
As women wanted their cake (babies)
And to be able to eat it too (see Isle of Lesbo).
The resulting decline in Helenic culture
Was looked upon with dismay by the Scots.

Plan B was devised by a taxidermist
Who discovered that a well-cut sheep’s
Bladder could be attached and used to
Collect sperm samples and prevent babies.
The resulting switch in history is now
Legendary as women started to demand
Jobs, day-care, equal pay, political offices
And, ultimately, all the stress men used to
Take on. The final result was less babies and
A lowering of the Gross National Golf Handicap. (GNGH).

Blue-Eyed Girl

Laurie arrives from Nordic Minnesota,
Only to find that it is colder here,
In Rochester, NY. Lawyer’s Co-Op is a
Famous company in this city. Mercury adorns
The top of the “Aqueduct Building,” commonly
Known as the Tower of Babel or the Tower of
Legalese. She hovers, first explaining why the law
Still matters to the poor. Laurie, being of Liberal
Mind, says we need to edit our books
In order to give the law the ability to represent
The poor just as well, if not better than the way
The law fondles the rich.
So, she sets up programs with
Encoded data that reads one way in the electronic
Version (for the rich people and fancy firms) and
Spits out words completely different for the
Judges, Pattern Jury Instructions, and Public
Defender’s office. This way, when a rich man
Meets a poor man in court, the rich man
is made to look like a fool, with misquotes and
Improper citations, while the poor man soon
Dominates the arguments with logic and truth.

Flowers, Condolences, Royalty

There was a young lass, young Spencer,
She loved and was abandoned. She longed
For closeness. Some said she just tried to
Climb, or sleep her way to Royalty, but
Let’s look at the facts. For all the gold and
Gowns, her real needs were love,
Passion and a bond with a friend. Sadly,
Charles, and others like him, have been trained
To sire sires, then ignore the wife, ignore
The kids, ignore all but polo balls, bullocks,
Bogatas, and bombers, or in Charles’ case,
Goofy new chopper-landing navy planes.

William had better lasso Andrew, but it won’t
Matter, as soon as weeks from now. Soon
The public will dismiss Royalty as antiquated,
Soon the status quo will be tilted toward
Every man, the common man, the starving man.
Soon, and I mean really soon, the monied gentry
Will be in the fields again, joining their former
Serfs in an effort to eke out a living from an
Earth, forever scarred by the greed that has
Been allowed to go on too long. The biggest
Problem on earth, they would have you believe, is over-
Population. Wrong! Try “the unequal distribution of wealth.”

Natural Smiles

The ultimate natural smile, I guess, would be
The constipated grin of the Mona Lisa. You
Know the feeling I’m talking about, and you know
Why she was so happy. Her natural reason for
Being happy was the friction caused on the pedulla
By an unmoved bowel. Follow along as we
List other natural smiles, and their causes.

1) Shit eating grin – just smoked pot
2) Japanese buck teeth – just masturbated successfully
3) Smirky squiggly smile – posing for a photograph
4) Devilish grin – just farted
5) Sheepish grin – just dipped a candle wick
6) Jack ‘0’ Lantern smile – became a doppelganger
7) All-Knowing, raised eyebrow smile –
just one-upped William F. Buckley, Jr.

Now that you know about smiles,
Please pass this information to people who don’t
Smile. You know the type of non-laughing
Sufferers I’m talking about. The poor, the
Ignored, the old, the less-than-skinny, the
Homeless. Although lots of these people smile all
The time, if you EVER catch someone
From one of these categories not smiling,
Tell them something funny. Spread natural smiles.

Laptop

In the good ol’ days (say the early 1980s)
A laptop was a kind of naked dance
Performed by the ladies over on Orange Avenue,
Orlando, Florida. These days, other than the
Usual Chihuahuas, which are laptops, in a
Sense, or lesbians, who would rather lap
Fannies, but have been known to lap tops,
Laptops have come to mean something else.
Let’s look at the German derivation. Lap,
Which in Germany is l-o-p-p-e, comes from
An ancient contrivance of the executioner’s
Song. The axe-man, or murderer, as he
Was known to the locals, was actually a
State-sponsored executioner. The people had
Made the error of allowing their government
So much power that, instead of
Rehabilitating the unfortunate souls, who, by
Nature or nurture had “sinned,” they just
“Lopped” off their heads. Hence, a laptop, or loptop
In the oldest sense, is the severed head of a sinner.
The hope here is that one day, our government
Will distinguish between the sin and the
Sinner. Then, maybe the laptops will merely be
Computers. Or, loving, licking attached heads.

Two New Poems, Two Old Ones, May 15th 2013, Copyright Doug Stuber

Blossom Picking

Spring means beauty, open and hidden rushes in and out.
Black top, fuchsia mini, stiletto heals, whining about dining
at a better spot, so she yanks her boy southward exposing
thigh tattoo, she’s the open type. Gray sweats, gray hat, pulled
low due to plastic surgery is even more alluring, but she doesn’t
even want friends to figure out who she is with until those
eyelids flatten out. They try so hard here because beauty is the
only sure-fire way to “marry up,” just like anywhere else.
Now even more spoiled than their American contemporaries
these Seoul university tarts, dressed Gangnam style, forty kilos
soaking wet, unable to complete even simple chores
their grandmothers still do with ease, they float from
one-nighters to two month attachments until finally
assured their men can keep them better off than Daddy
down in Gwangju did. Of course he’s in debt due
to all the private academies, plus Seoul tuition, so his
little girl better score the right man, or what was all
the investment good for? Love as a commodity is nothing
new, it’s damn near universal that people want to add
moving up economically to the list of what makes a good mate.

Onward Native Sons!

Life mimics sci-fi
doomsday flicks
as brain tumors grow
from our phones, leaders
plan attacks

with drones leading on
collateral damage charts
while eight types of drugs
mix with sports, sex and
talk to smooth war’s transgressions.

You hunker down, plant
protein trees,
pecans, persimmons,
peaches, figs knowing
what you teach

now could save him when
prices soar, bullets fly, jets
break silence, sonic
booms forever shake
neighbor’s cattle, rattle dogs,

deer, rabbits,
but these details never
amount to
peace movement, or was
our occupation

a passing
fad, easily dismissed and
completely
futile? Stand rebels,
go forth until death!

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Donuts, Not Manna

Chafed red hands dangle under
A dungaree coat. Faded threads
Except for purple lettering: Camel.
This dude’s a mechanic, works fifty
Hours under cars. He’s never read a poem.

The scowl of poverty greets you
From a face, still beautiful, behind
Blonde hair. She decides she can’t
Afford a donut and walks out without
A morsel, without a sip, without a poem.

Is there poetry in the wind shaken
Locust trees? Maybe behind the
Wheel of an F-250? No. You
Can’t blame words for hiding. This
Isn’t the right era to sit writing lines.

Can anyone drag a poem out of fake
Wood paneling on a rusting family
Wagon? Is there any beauty at all
In the design made by cracking
Blacktop? Words like people cower.

James of Manning, South Carolina

I’ll bet you think the caste system
Is reserved for India or the far east,
But what of the American man
Who volunteers to sweep

The butts and trash you throw away
From the sidewalks and lots:
Then he comes inside to ask if
You can spare a fiver from the slot.

Of course you can’t but you
Give him a hot cup and he goes away.
Which he does because there are
Other lots to sweep today.

I’ll bet you think your job is safe
Handing out donuts, coffee and tea.
It’s not if the boss across the street
Picks a foreign locality.

And what of the man who sweeps so well
And his kids who he never sees?
Do you ever stop to think or tell
Of his life of misery?