10-Minute Break

10-Minute Break

After 30 years of following the wind,
Even one month of normal is too much.
How do people do the same thing every
Day for 30 years without going insane?

The same breakfast, coffee break, line work,
Betting pools, vacation, coffee break, typing,
Driving, dinner, TV, line work, breakfast.
How did you end up settling for this?

Regenerative adolescence never asked,
But also kept you out of the grave.
Your career track starts with filing and
Ends at data entry. An MBA is a waste of cash

When your TRW report still reads “radical.”
Just how many parameters must you comply
With to avoid being pigeon-holed?
You ought to be happy with any job.

That’s the problem: just because you
Do 60 hours of work in 40 doesn’t
Mean you’re dependable. You’re better off
Not thinking about it. Get to work. get!

Gwangju Biennale Symposium: “Media and Future Politics”

Gwangju Biennale Symposium Series “Sweet Dew, Since 1980”

Media and Future Politics, 29 August 2014, Gwangju South Korea.

The “Burning Down the House” symposium titled “Media and Future Politics” was expansive and educational as expert media analysts and journalists from Thailand, Germany, and South Korea harmonized about the takeover of mass media by big capital, the uneven effectiveness of Social Messaging services as truth-telling devices, and the future of democracy under such conditions.

Moderator Kim Sae Jeong first noted that media laws and have changed the spirit of South Korea from Gwangju’s starting positive democratic changes to democracy moving backward in less than 20 years. Lee Young Woo then explained that the Gwangju Biennale, the oldest biennale in Asia is celebrating 20 years with a series of symposiums meant to broaden the discussion begun by Jessica Morgan’s “Burning Down the House,” a concept that implies that the past must be destroyed in order for a more positive future to be achieved.

Thai journalist Pravit Rojanaphruk, who has recently been detained for a week by the self-empowered Junta in Bangkok, spoke of the effectiveness and weaknesses of using SMS like twitter, Facebook, Line and YouTube when a society faces its second military overthrow in seven years.

“On May 22, 2014 General Prayuth took over, and as Army chief eventually appointed himself Prime Minister. The initial protests against the coup were massive with two weeks of chaos, but the streets quieted down, in part due to the protests moving into social media and away from the streets. In this way SMS helped the Coup retain power, which the Junta in 2006 did not. But this coup was the first in the world in the SMS era,” Pravit said.

He explained that the conflict was really between the Old Elite and the New Elite, and that the poor of Thailand, some 55-60 percent of the people were backing the new elite, while the middle class backed the old elite. Rojanaphruk’s 20 years of reporting for The Nation Newspaper (English) and as a volunteer for the online Thai language publication “prachatai.com made him so influential that the Coup leaders order number 6 was that he present himself to the “National Council for Peace and Order” t be detained. While behind bars he noted that left wing activists and business leaders were detained in the same camp, and became friends with his jailers.

“I made over 6000 new twitter followers without being able to send out a single tweet,” he said with a chuckle. “Many activists fled to as far away as Europe rather than face detention by the Coup. But I asked a guard if I could at least see my twitter account and he showed it to me on his phone, and I warned them that they can’t stop social media. Later they contacted the Norwegian company that administers Facebook in Thailand, and shut down Facebook for 45 minutes. The outrage was huge and swift as nearly one third of Thai people have Facebook accounts, and there are more cell phones I Thailand than there are people.

The drawbacks are that all the anger can be funneled into cyberspace and not on the streets. No matter how much SMS was used to fuel the Arab Spring, it was people on the streets that caused the changes, he noted. The bigger problem is that social media can be used by governments to spy on people. But, if the TV and man newspapers are censoring themselves out of fear of a Junta, then social media is what we have left to spread the news in varying levels of truth and emotion.

“A Colonel in the Army asked if I would add him as a friend on Facebook while I was detained. I did.

“The public in Thailand is somewhat divided as about 15 percent supported the coup. The coup itself was tactful not to arrest too many people, as, after a while, both the protestors and the army were simply tired out, Rojanaphruk said. “The Monarchy is still in existence in Thailand, and there are laws against saying anything against the monarchy, but this year’s coup is an expression of the old elite being overthrown by the new elite, it’s similar to the Chosun Dynasty be challenged here. I can’t say much more than that or I will be in prison again.”

IN the Q and A, Professor Kim Nam See of Ehwa Women’s University mentioned that Korea has a national agency that sets up multiple SMS accounts to sway public opinion. They also have a large staff monitoring social media, and tens of thousands of sites and accounts have been blocked. Rojanaphruk’s response: “I’ve had tweets that demand that I be arrested on one hand, on the other, the Coup Leader Prayuth has written a song called “Returning Happiness to the Thai People,” and you hear it everywhere and all the time, he said with a wry smile.

Thoug Jurgen Muller’s examples were more historical, he hit home with the Media’s triumphs and failures from the French Revolution to the backlash against Der Speigel newspaper when it reported that Germany was in effect defenseless in 1962, and editors and journalists were jailed, and the police seized mounds of papers and microfilm. The Media in conflict with government often loses such conflict, and loses its ability to be a watchdog of government corruption.

As Plato, the founding thinker of democracy, said, “Democracy does not work in an uneducated society,” to which must be added, ESPECIALLY a society uneducated about its government.

Muller then used the photographs, taken on cell phones, at Abu Ghraib to show how important citizen journalism can be. Most famously reported by The New Yorker magazine’s Seymour Hersh, who also exposed the Mi Lai massacre in Vietnam. But the images went beyond the New Yorker, and were amplified on SMS. He pointed out that in wars there is a strong tendency of the mass media in countries to turn patriotic. “”Political and economic powers have an enormous interest in the exclusion of elements which might irritate our ideologically shaped views of the world and the world of wars.”
He failed to remind us though, that no matter how horrific the tortures were at Abu Ghraib and other “extraordinary rendition” sites around the world were, the media so squelched the wrongdoing that George Bush was re-elected 1.5 years AFTER the tortures took place partly because the mass media in the USA depicted him as the more “moral leader,” then John Kerry because Kerry favored legalized abortion. Thus, when big business and big government collude to create red herrings like gay marriage and abortion and “tough on crime” those same issues can be used over and over to assure conservative, bloodthirsty, in effect fascist leaders continue to be elected.

Muller rightly pointed out that when the media gets too cozy with government, corruption is inevitable. He also rightly stated that in order for social media truth-tellers to remain free, they are going to have to find ways to hide their identities and which computers or phones they send their tweets and posts out on.

He ended with a story about how the Bild newspaper went overboard in digging up unsubstantiated facts about ousted German President Christian Wulff. “This excessive procedure feeding the voyeuristic greed of the public came along with a media competition of journalists to be the first to publish the ‘latest’ sensational aspect of the crisis. Newspapers and print media did not make use of their reflective and abstaining potential in relation to the much faster digital and social media.” Maybe they went too far, but at least they tried to hold power responsible for its actions. The last time anything like investigative journalism worked in the USA was Watergate, which forced President Nixon to resign in 1974. (OK, other than for false investigative journalism used to defame progressives by liars like Fox News.)

His best point being that if newspapers want to survive at all, they should slow down and take the time to analyze and dig deeper into the issues than the often emotional SMS world does.

Later, panel discussion member Han Seon, a research professor of the May 18th Foundation at Chonnam National University pointed out that in Korea 70 percent of the print media is conservative, and only 10 percent is progressive. This, in effect, vetoes independent reporting in South Korea. But big capital and Big Government laws are and even larger interference to the media playing its role as a watchdog of government.

There was a general dislike of reporters moving on to become spokes-people for the Blue House, or, in the case of the USA, a White House Press Secretary (George Stefanopolos) becoming a news star for ABC Network news.

Choi Jinbong was more on point with a speech titled “The Conservative Government’s Control over the Media and the Crisis of Democracy.” Pointedly he said “The media tryn to construct reality for people who don’t have first-hand experience. Government uses the media and the media is used to control public opinion. The Communication professor at Sunhonghoe University (where else?) who has also been a professor at Texas State University, returned to Korea after 13 years I the USA, said that “the gatekeepers (of news) are gone, and anyone can make a post, so who has the power? Many issues are not covered that should be.”

“Lee Myung Bak started his administration by putting the Korean Broadcasting Telecommunications Commission under the direct control of the President. This led to three papers (Dong –A, Chosun and Choong Ang) dominating the media on the print side, and legalizing large conglomerates as owners of broadcast media.” The result being corporate news, and only corporate news, for 90 percent or more of the people who care to look at or read the news.

“There are two types of control in South Korean Media that lower the level of democracy: big money and government,” Choi said. The laws passed over opposition that went so far as court cases were ruled illegal, but never overturned by the court. Illegal, but allowed to stand. Later, the National Assembly never even looked at whether these laws were legal or not, and the proxy voting that created news channels that attack individuals and political parties alike.”

“It’s like watching North Korean TV, anyone who opposes the government is defamed. The ruling party controls 13 of the 15 members of the broadcasting commission. This should be slplit evenly if we are to gain any measure of fairness in the media,” he continued. “Exaggerated and even false information distributed on their airwaves all went against the basic rules and principles of Korean journalism, misguiding the entire society.”

This problem continues, of course.

“Lack of media fairness initiated by MBC correspondents’ refusal to produce any content, were followed by the company-wide strikes in 2012… Park (GH) could be elected though she stems from Lee’s political ideology which disregarded and failed to communicate with the public, because domestic broadcasters, conservative newspapers and general programming channels made explicitly biased reports during the campaign period,” Choi said.

“Broadcasters are organizations that play a role in our society including observing and checking the authorities and forming public opinions after collecting different views. Therefore, they should be supervised by an independent organization free from any influence of the authorities, including government,“ he scolded.

“KBS’s reporting of the Sewol Ferry tragedy plainly showed how the Park government was skillfully reigning in and controlling public broadcast. KBS continued to release biased and false reports and omitted reports about government faults,” he added.

In the age of globalization, corporate and big money control of the media gives the public a biased view of the world, and almost no valid reporting about the plight of the impoverished, the real damage being done to our environment or the importance of independent investigative journalists playing their role as watchdogs in a democracy. Later, in the panel discussion he added that changing society or journalism from the bottom up will not work, and it is those at the top that have to be changed. “Capital has a huge influence over the media, and regulations have been eased to improve profits,” he said. Improved profits yes, more truth in the media, no.

Another panelist, Hyuph Namgun, said that we have to change the way we consume the news, and consume in general. He warned that the older+ generation contradicts itself when seeing the young consumerism as vulgar, when in reality, people in their 40s and 50s also have to stop over consuming, and demand that the stories about the suffering in the world be passed down to younger generations otherwise the suffering will grow larger in the future.

Panelist Yoon SHuk-Nyun pointed out that cross ownership of media causes a very cozy relationship between government and media, leaving no voice for the poor and powerless. “Conservative outlets ignore the issues of the underprivileged.

Han Seon added that the media showed the smiling faces of Israelis after their government attacked civilians in Palestine, and this warps the realities of war. She pointed out that journalists should have more autonomy and be able to write stories whether their publishers like them or not, if they are true.

Panelist Joo Chngmin noted that checks and balances are gone in the media. This leads to the public not getting accurate information

Panelist Kanf Chul-Soo also noted inaccuracies, in his case, in exit polls and the way the media covers elections in general. ““Leading candidates are allowed to duck debates,” (while lesser-known candidates are not interviewed at all).

Lastly, a questioner from Joengju, Kim So Gi, noted that in “Burning Down the House” itself, the work of Hong Song Dan had been excluded due to worries that it was too controversial. Three other artists had pulled out due to the decision to exclude the art. Apparently Mayor Yoon was worried about continued funding of the Biennale if certain art was allowed to be hung. “Empty Spaces are now where art could be at the Gwangju Museum of Art,” she said. Her point was that even art could be controlled by the government, and Pravit Rojanaphruk ended the discussion with a point about SMS reaities:

“Where is the truth,” he said, “Is it Surreal, Impressionist, Expressionist, or realist? IN SMS we get them all.” Muller added: “It’s a type of romantic reality.”

Every one of the presenters showed a different side of how the media is controlled by big business and big government in the age of globalization. There were few definitive answers as to how to changes this, but some good suggestions as to how to try. The almost sold-out room mostly stayed until the end, about an hour over the prescribed time.

Another Wednesday

Another Wednesday

This is it you smug bastards.
Once a month we gather to recite
A litany of psychoses while
Laura and John skip through life untouched.

My brother’s dying, the stress at work stinks
Like sewer gas, I have no friends left,
And I flow like a Neil Young melody:
Uphill molasses tears with the flu.

Still, we sit and watch tv:
Letting Dan and Rosanne live life for us.
Even they skip the fine details:
Is there anyone who wants to feel so much so often?

Did anxiety ever stop you up where
You couldn’t breathe? Is that resounding
Bass enough to relieve another week’s
Worth of invalid emotions? I doubt it.

So you sit back or join up or crank
Out charcoal depictions of the lunatic
Fringe. Trying to survive the seven to three shift
Is more than I can stand you bastards!

Conjure (all five meanings)

Conjure (all five meanings)

When dogwoods bloom and smell,
The river takes old lovers down
Under I-81 and into town
Where railways roll the coal to
Market. Almost heaven, tolls a bell.

A marriage marches ‘cross a field
Katrina laughs at David’s smile.
This is made up, you can tell,
But it will last, so last a while
As we sneak back to the cornmash well.

There is a guitarist on Hardy’s hill
Who serenades his one true love.
He flat-picks tunes and sings by choice
A raspy song in a southern voice.
If you hear him once, come back you will.

Her hair dances above bare feet
She takes pleasure in the heat
That lingers outside farmhouse walls.
The next time that we happen through
Don’t be surprised if we call on you.

95 Percent Perspective

95 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.

Copyright 1993, Doug Stubet

Vagabond Facilitator

Vagabond facilitator rounds another bend,
Stopping to allow a forklift by.
Sunshine coordinator dodges the daily
Paper barrage, but does it in the end.

You are supposed to prosper, thrive
Even, while your best nine hours slip away.
Quid pro the rest of your life,
But after years you may not feel alive.

A salad-bar lunch filters through
Before your allotted break. Do you
Risk leaving your desk or suffer
Gastronomic distress for an hour or two?

Are we better off than the rice tenders?
Do we get more out of life?
When the boss has 20 requests, do you
Kick back and say, “OK, I’ll send her?”

My Loved One

My Loved One

Dark curls linger over alabaster
Cheeks, puffed with the smile of
Warm affection. Italian pains
Push through centuries of evolution,
Expressed in a frantic kiss. Our battle,
A running commentary on society,
Is to create moments of sanctuary.
Spooning glory, clutching love,
Happy to share insanity in a
World directed by the heart.

My Lover

My Lover

My lover cloaks instinctual drives in English clothes:
Strict go-getter lines over soft panties, softer skin.
She thinks I have a girlfriend, she squirms in jealousy.
Her body overrides her brain in time to let me in.

I am resolved to tune in to her subtle hints: a life
No longer defined by the songs running in my brain.
Once you read this your eyes give you away.
You wonder if this close attention can be sustained.

We laugh, post-coital warmth defuses, mixed with
Unmistakable fumes. Back from a long holiday:
Christmas alone was without sleep, without love.
Redemption found in Valentine’s Irish lover’s day.

My lover reaches over to start another round of play.
Those Christmas lights will have to wait another day.

Bloomin’ Onion

Bloomin’ Onion

Before heavy snow
Broccoli flourished until
December. New York rarely supports
Life so long. But this, the year of upsets, sees
Unnatural nuts uncased . A new
Crop of freshman won’t hide old
Prejudices long.

Your alabaster
Siren? Skin from ancient
Northumberland. We impose our dreams
Which slowly seep into personalities.
You now let the dishes go over
Night. I have walked the malls to
Window shop this year.

Before your siren
Flourished, circumstance almost
Squelched your soul. A new environment
Provides resources. Soon, fed by wide eyed kids,
Nirvana will unfold. Once content,
My muse won’t seem bothersome.
Now the warmth pervades.

Corner lot

Corner Lot

Snow insulates boughs.
Watercolors appear: an
Old barn, rusted plow
Tangled barbed-wire scene that repeats ad
Nauseum every winter.
Sparks snap off logs in
A fire built of white birches.

Power hums through wires
Loosely strung through trees in need
Of trimming. One finch,
Continuing its rise, squeezes into a
Hole. Our neighbors say they have
To go. But, we share
Wood with birds and dormant bees.

Our garden-tending
Doctor friend sees things in
This yard, but could be
More organic in his own. Bending bushes
Relinquish life for five months
Or so. Christmas lights
Shine through eager snow.




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Sustainable earth means banning automobiles today. Also Banning Coal Fired and Nuclear Power plants. Rationing air flights and meat consumption should come in a close second, and then changing to hydro/wind/solar and tidal power should follow ASAP. Take all gas station attendants, car builders, and other effected by the switch to mass transport only and hire them to clean up the oceans. (At the same pay they used to make, with money saved by ending war.) Ban GMOs!  Voila! Eternal life for humans on earth.  Maybe less humans, but a livable earth.

August love

This is simple math. We love each other or not. We get control of our village and separate it from the globalized slave masters or not.

We work our own fields or work theirs. We make gmo free nuts and eggs now or never.

It’s sad what it is coming to. Make a co op or join one if you possibly can. It’s no longer a luxury and it sure isn’t easy.

Strike out a path that neither feeds not depends on earth-destructive globalization. You in?

Tragedy at Woodside

Tragedy at Woodside

The Millhopper puffs
An ethereal mist into the night.
Insects forget the danger
And come in on six point landings:
Secure at Dali Memorial.

Ant and uncles wait
Inside the terminal, protected
From the memory of fright.
Most are happy in art’s custody
But one takes off, quite unsatisfied.

Screams of horror beg
Her not to go, but youthful instincts
Coax her to greater heights.
She clears the creek heading over trees,
Landing lightly under Gala’s brush.

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Piazza di Spagna in Inglese

Piazza di Spagna in Inglese

Byron, the shirtmaker, conveniently plonks a store two
Doors down from Kelly and Sheets, here by the oft-travelled
Stairway that provides such a view. Two timing bandits
Dressed like the orient next to pink walls stare at the ultra-chic
Dressed in Versace. Still, T-shirted Yankees follow us everywhere.

Earlier the Obelisk Di Poppolo provided shade for a love-
Fest that brought to a climax, at least for the girl, a
Morning surrounded by ancient mounds adorned with
Bellini, the occasional Caravaggio and “beautiful glasses.”
And why not on such a windy day here in Roma.

Monsters await you at the top of the stairs! But what a
Disappointment. So you trudge back to Venezia, Via Corso, around
To the shops on Nazionale. What a dud! The hours pass and
Nothing happens at Piazza Repubblica. So you book a table
Back at the steps. The Rainieri provides two French

Women who are willing to giggle at any small
Crunch of the caramelized coating of Swoot’s Creme
Brullet. Don’t order a Beaujolais or they might seat
You in the tourists section. Back at the fountain
(Not Bernini’s best) the pure water flows for the masses.

But is it enough to remove the scowl on your
Face after finding a store closed? Turns out it is,
As no one stays gloomy in weather so bella
In a town where people know mushrooms and love
Pervades glances from the eyes of all women.

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San Pietro

San Pietro

Two French girls, not from Montreal, snap
A photograph of a California boy. “Excuse, Photograph?”
“Sure I’ll take one.” “No, I’ll take one of you.”
A Catholic Pilgrimage exalts a Latin Hymn.
(They flew in from Tai Pei.) Three German speakers
Plug in a tape by INXS, address post cards,
Laugh at lines written to amuse those friends left
At home with parents. The number six comes up
As some idiot breaks a biscuit to pigeon-size bits.

Another Joe in shorts wanders around waiting
For his wife to finish touring the basilica.
We found a few charms today, but they don’t
Equal the full alto laugh, the Bergman face,
The night before at the Red Coach Grille with
Jubelbier and Due´ Suppli. Once the clouds clear
Potent sun drenches the covered shoulders of
Girls wearing thumb rings. You stop. Dreaming
Of Five-dollar gelato just doesn’t make it so. So

The shirts get tugged on one hand, buttons exposed
On the other. Two or three more languages cross
Mid-air in the always-windy, seldom-lonesome
Piazza San Pietro. The working stiffs:
Nuns with briefcases, light-suited locals
And ex-patriot dramatists mingle, or pass.
Now you are we again to hear perilous
Tales of narrow steps up to the top of a
Cupola way too high for human consumption.

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