US Drone Strike Killed 10-Year-Old Boy In Yemen
Posted: 2013/06/23 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentDispatches from the Underclass
A 10-year-old Yemeni boy named Abdulaziz was killed on June 10, reportsMcClatchy. And it was the U.S. government that killed him.
Perhaps he should have known better than to be the younger brother of al Qaeda chief Saleh Hassan Huraydan, the target of the drone strike. At least that’s what President Obama’s former press secretary turned MSNBC contributer, Robert Gibbs, might say considering his justification for the U.S. drone strike that killed 16-year-old American Abdulrahman Al-Awlaki two weeks after his father, Anwar, was killed in a separate strike.
Though Obama has not commented on the death of Abdulaziz, I imagine he would chalk this up to the unintended consequence of war, just another tragic casualty. And most Americans would probably agree.
Still, I don’t understand how dead civilians, particularly dead children, quality as war casualties when the people we target aren’t actually involved in any sort of battle at the time of…
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In Suicide Note, Iraq War Veteran Says He Was Forced to Participate In War Crimes
Posted: 2013/06/23 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentDispatches from the Underclass
On June 10, 2013, 30-year-old Iraq War veteran Daniel Somers killed himself after writing a powerful letter to his family explaining his reasons for doing so.
“My mind is a wasteland filled with visions of incredible horror, unceasing depression, and crippling anxiety, even with all of the medications the doctors dare give,” reads the letter, which Somers’ family allowed Gawker to publish. Somers went on to reveal the source of his pain:
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why choose this (ranty and rough)
Posted: 2013/06/10 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: rant Leave a commentwhy choose this?
why choose this?
24-hour electricity. why choose
24-hour electricity
over life?
why choose this? why choose this?
why choose
malls? why choose
malls
over life.
24-hour malls
over life. why choose this?
why choose this? 24-hour electricity
in 24-hour malls
over life. why choose this?
why choose this? why choose this?
why choose this
war? war over life.
why choose this? why choose
war
over life?
24-hours news, war
over life. why choose 24-hour news
over life? why choose
drones
over life
24-hour electricity
drones over life. why
choose this? why choose this?
what grows #2
Posted: 2013/06/06 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentfor william carlos williams:
meet me on the banks, a river between us
walk with me down-
stream, apologies over rapids
take my hand over this screaming
river, blue and jagged
watch stones fly down-
river, blessed but sure to land in eddies that crush
from crushed stone the river gives sand
slows, heavy with mud.
let go of my hand,
the river widens in the hush.
take this
river as my apology.
take this cold mud, this corrosive sand.
watch it!
and imagine the delta.
what grows from silt?
take stock of things
grown from our ashes .
what grows #1
Posted: 2013/06/06 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: poems, yeats Leave a commentfor wb yeats:
meet me on opposite banks, a river between us
walk with me downstream, apologies over rapids
take my hand across this screaming river, jagged
and blue, watch stones fly downriver, blessed
but sure to land in eddies that crush
from crushed stone the river gives sand
and slows, heavy with mud. let go of my hand
as the river widens and in the hush
take this river as my apology, and take
this cold mud, this corrosive sand. watch it
and imagine the delta. what grows from silt?
take stock of the things grown from our decay
nine lines of spring (revision of a zuihitsu)
Posted: 2013/06/06 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: poems, revisions, spring Leave a commentscaffolding comes down, disassembled by migrants. the light is clear
but spring hasn’t come. two window-washers in the shadows between brick buildings. below,
an orange stepladder hides behind a few dirty window panes.
clouds edge blue skies.
first day of spring. the sky rushes ahead: blue to midnight in three heartbeats. I see the 30% moon,
then a planet.
first day of spring. a feeling on the edges, when the sky is that blue
and brick is this red. after a long winter,
the feeling when light is tonic.
locust series, 6/6
Posted: 2013/06/06 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: locusts, nature, poems, summer Leave a commenti.
locusts fill
with robin song
and burst white
ii.
in june, locusts
dress in white
honeyed scent mixes
with birdsong
iii.
surrounded by black hills
of clouds, robins sing
ivory flowers
iv.
an ancient glacier of clouds
scrapes the sky and the locust
fills with white music, flowers, robins
june second, graduation week
Posted: 2013/06/02 Filed under: Uncategorized Leave a commentpressure drop, ozone
smell, a breeze
then the wind. soon
tires unzip
from wetted asphalt. i watch as a cigarette arcs, held underhand,
trails orange. a first volley. a burst
of rain. flash of electricity, thunder
farther away. storm passing?
air is sucked through the apartment, passes dying
lilacs, rushing into the street to join the storm.
still things,
air. low growl of thunder. another pressure drop.
still, no rain. interstitial.
and then a crash. steel or concrete into steel or concrete. lots of new sounds
for me in east harlem. a car drives off. still,
no rain. a rat makes someone scream. it might be a bad summer, a hot summer. for the last
two weeks a rat makes someone scream. 90 degrees slipped into 80 degrees. still, but
movement.
branches blow, leaves are lit from below and
yellow. then thunder, a bike chain.
thunder again. rain. splash on leaves now dripping
yellow. small burst of thunder
punctuate.
I think the rain sweetens the air.softens
the air i know. another scream. short, high pitched. that’s the rat
scream. the rain drops coalesce
into a tone. the air cools,
cleans. gutters start to drip with water. i imagine the torrents. white with the rage
of gravity. cold rain water gathers and splashes concrete. leaves
soak and drip. join the torrent,
the chorus.
i always remember
summer thunderstorms, cold
rainwater. a purifying ritual
even as a child. one more
clap, rain speeds up. east
harlem disappears
into an older din.
Important website
Posted: 2013/05/20 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: drones, war crimes Leave a commentlook at what happens after January 2009.