Category Archives: colonialism

Sledding in Woodside Queens 2013

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35. Sledding in Woodside/
With the people of the world/
Human gravity/
#haiku

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2/10/13

50. The snowy hillside/
In Woodside’s Doughboy playground/
Is peppered with fun/
#haiku

51. Here Colombians/
Bengalis, Tibetans as/
Americans slide/
#haiku

52. Snowy experience/
ReCaptured digitally/
Are sent to tropics/
#haiku

53. iPad made movies/
Of happy Americans/
Are sent far away/
#haiku

54. Woman with hijab/
Gucci covered iPad films/
Her smiling children/
#haiku

55. Korean father/
Roars down the tree covered hill/
Ecstatically loud/
#haiku

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56. Mexican fam’ly/
Unloads children & their sleds/
Then tackle papí/
#haiku

57. Americans all/
We enjoy democracy/
Of our acceptance/
#haiku

36. Sledding with children/
Overshot my playfulness/
Collided with age/
#haiku

37. Clenching rope handles/
Spinning beyond all control/
Damaged ring finger/
#haiku

38. Regretting my ride/
Because I injured myself/
Shows a lack of faith/
#haiku

39. Staying young inside/
More important than safety/
For immortal* souls/
#haiku *eternal

40. Aging bodies recede/
To within our comfort zone/
Abandoning youth/
#haiku

41. Aches and troubles/
Of old immaturity/
Are truly priceless/
#haiku

42. Youthfulness’s worth/
Though dangerous to old men/
Keeps their spirits fresh/
#haiku

43. Adventure’s value/
Is an internal journey/
Exploring within*/
#haiku *our souls

44. The pains in my body/
Temporarily remind/
My mind I’m alive/
#haiku

45. This throbbing finger/
Beats the rhythm of my heart/
Where I can feel it/
#haiku

46. I regret nothing/
Because I’m educated/
By experience/
#haiku

47. While I don’t like pain/
It reminds me I’m alive/
Here to live for now/
#haiku

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48. Wedding tourniquet/
The ring keeps my red blood in/
The heart of my life/
#haiku

49. Ring’s Symbol becomes/
An active agent in life/
I cherish it so/
#haiku

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Subjectivity of Victims (or why we like the weak)

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1. Adorable pets/
Are cute because don’t have/
Subjectivity/
#haiku
2. Modern subjects will/
Protect the most powerless/
To feel meaningful/
#haiku
3. Faraway poor folks/
Tibetans and Fetuses/
Assuage our egos/
#haiku
4. Protect those beings/
Who can’t cut our privilege/
Has to be easy/
#haiku
5. The unborn are not/
Demanding of anyone/
Except the mothers/
#haiku
6. Protecting beings/
Who are not yet born is easy/
‘Cause they cost others/
#haiku
7. Tibetans are real/
In China, Nepal & Queens/
Taking no suburbs/
#haiku
8. Tibetan rights are/
Costs for our rival Chinese/
Not OUR wealth & ease/
#haiku
9. 3rd world Christians are/
Particularly saintly/
(They agree with us)/
#haiku
10. Don’t improve the rights/
Of local people who need/
Because we might LOSE/
#haiku
11. The rights of the poor/
Are reduced to benefit/
The lives of wealthy/
#haiku
12. In China or here/
Giving the poor more freedom/
Costs powerful more/
#haiku
13. Give up your own rights/
limit your own privilege/
To improve the world/
#haiku
14. “Ask not what [the world]/
Can do for you— ask what you/
can do for your [world]/
#haiku

4 Haikus

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34. “I pledge allegiance…/
With liberty and justice…/
[When it's Convenient]“/
#haiku

35. Anxiety &/
Insecurity erode/
Modern happiness/
#haiku

36. I’m alive today/
Feeling the realities/
Of unfinished life/
#haiku

37. Enjoying my life/
With its twists and its wild turns:/
Uncontrollable/
#haiku

*Searching for Sugarman* haiku review

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Finally went to see *Sugarman* and liked it. But I had some questions about race. I know I am too touchy, but I couldn’t figure out why he went back to Detroit. Also the only villain was the producer, a black guy, in a movie made by liberal South African whites. (& what happened to the daughters’ mother?)
“Things that make you go hmmm”

Here is my haiku review:

Rodriguez

1. Modern fairy tale:/
Was “Searching for Sugarman”/
Some late onset fame/
#haiku

2. Sixto Rodriguez/
Recorded in ’70/
Discovered later/
#haiku

3. A riveting tale/
Of the humility found/
In a working soul/
#haiku

4. The curious thing/
Was his return to Detroit’s/
Anonymity/
#haiku

5. Celebrity calls/
The insecure drop their lives/
Into the hopper/
#haiku

6. Who has the courage/
To reject celebrity?/
Only the righteous/
#haiku

7. Rodriguez returns/
To a shabby hometown love/
Inexplicably/
#haiku

8. Perhaps Rodriguez/
Saw the fame as gossamer/
Krynoline beauty/
#haiku

9. I was so surprised/
The only villain was Black/
And the only Black/
#haiku

Christifi Colombo

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Christopher Columbus

1. A secular saint/
Christopher Columbus is/
Globalization/
#haiku

2. Wealth over culture/
Globalization erodes/
Our humanity/
#haiku

3. How things are right now/
The result of human acts/
NOT natural facts/
#haiku

Today’s [L]ight Supremacy

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I want to write about an article I read in the timestoday: “Beach Essentials in China: Flip-Flops, a Towel and a Ski Mask.” I came to the computer to comment on this. Perhaps I will eventually write a haiku to tweet with the URL, but I feel like the article on masks to keep women from darkening their faces on a Chinese beach simply ridicules the phenomenon without examining any of the secondary antecedents.  Dan Levin does point out the cultural bias that exists within Chinese culture and notes the class distinctions that pre-date European colonization of China in the 18th and 19th centuries.

I am sure that the “Mandarins” of the north who had run the Empire for millennia had cast aspersions on the southern laborers who spoke Cantonese and probably had to work outside more. I am also certain that it was not the working the fields that caused the Darker Skinned Chinese their pigmentation, but natural selection for living in a warmer, more fecund, climate. This nicely parallels the Teutonic pretensions of the colonial powers of Northern Europe of the colonial age.

I feel like the deep seated bigotry that I am writing about here needs some discussion.  While I do think “White Supremacy” is a serious problem and had both culturally and institutionally corrupted human society; the societies that don’t even have “whites” in them also suffer from this bigotry. Interestingly, like religious bigotry (anti-semitism, anti-agnosticism [forced religiosity] and the late-comer Islamophobia) is really a place-holder for economic and cultural hegemony. Most racism is actually just a tool of entitlement, privilege and wealth.  We dress up our vicious and venal fight for our “things” as a “religious” or cultural battle.  The truth is we are fighting tooth and nail to keep things the way we are comfortable with them: maintaining our position and privileges. If we looked at life structurally or materially rather than emotionally this would be clearer. Of course the leaders, who use the colorless language of diplomacy in public, understand this perfectly.

The uneducated believe the lies of racial inferiority and proudly adhere to it in the hopes of acquiring some of the privileges unfairly denied the underclass.

“A woman should always have fair skin,” she said proudly. “Otherwise people will think you’re a peasant.”

This quote seems to lie on the cusp of the class-race North-South distinction. In the speakers mind is a rough bastardization of the “light supremacy” of the ancient mandarins (& colonial Northern Europeans). Indeed, I argue that the real Brahmins, Mandarins, and Patricians only understand this as a way to hold those who have had to work for them down. When someone is actually an intellectual or morally elevated profiteer, my experience shows, that “they” (the ‘light’) accept those who can profit them fairly readily. The overclass will continue to publicly spout these racist/classist/pigmentationist truisms, but they will not let them interfere with the acquisition of wealth.

A “peasant” is someone who believes these nonsensical distinctions, not someone who has browned in the sun of manual labor. [Digression Time] Indeed, when you have people of color integrated into a power structure that casts aspersions on colored people you see the “wheels of rationalization” grinding the cane of racist statements into the sweet treacle of their exceptionalism. When I played on my HS Hockey team I was one of those people who accepted the class distinction argument of race to excuse the knuckleheads who gave me associative power. The rationalization goes something like this: “I’m not a Nigger because I am not a poor ebonic speaking African American who participates in x, y and z behaviors.” So I’m not a Nigger because these people, my “friends” and “accomplices” understand how I’m different. I will ignore how they are my only “pass” in the white supremacist world that these utterances create and continue. [END digression] The poor who are not well represented in the New York Times except for Somalia-like pathogens or snake-handling coal-mining eccentrics, believe the lies that their cultures tell them: dark skin makes you a peasant, vulnerable to the white sails of colonialism and exploitation.  To believe the woman’s fear of melanin you have to think that Europe and America are rich not because of the 18th century military-industrial advantages, but because they have light skin, untarnished by agrarian manual labor.

The New York Times author and editor are free to ignore this subtext because though it is comic puff-piece that ridicules Chinese (read indigenous/3rd world) culture.

“People just don’t want to get tan.”

This statement by someone who obviously subscribes to the “light is better” ethos that benefits the ruling elite, the European Americans that subscribe to this paper and, presumably, Levin, the author of this (incomplete) piece. A bit more inquisitiveness would have drawn out the cultural antecedents that make “tans,” as signifiers of work, a symbol to be eschewed. Indeed, throughout the “Globalized World,” dark skin is a liability, at least subconsciously. [Digression Time] “Globalization” is the heir apparent to white supremacist capitalism. Now anyone can participate in globalization, however they cannot participate in it without using the tools of an unfair and rapacious system that disproportionately benefits the scions of “traditional capitalism.” I want to note here that what I mean by “traditional capitalism” is not capitalism, rather the centralization that benefits those in power. The Soviet Union, now devolved to so many dictatorships and potentates, was no less a “capitalist state” in my understanding. We, the subjects of these oligarchies, are no freer from the tyranny of the multinationals than the Soviet Subjects were free from Josef Stalin & Chairman Mao’s 5 year plans. [END digression]
[conclusion]

I used Diigo stickynotes to compose the first draft of this. I have proofread it and continued with the rough-draft-on-line-composition. Let me know what you think, if you can stand my scribbling and actually get to the end here. Perhaps this could be a new way of teaching critical analysis and staging research papers for my students. Any comments (Even those like “Tom” below) are helpful.

Jumbled Thoughts

20120728-091415.jpg(Two days of haikus/
Thinking of eternity*/
And base pop culture/
#haiku *RIP Dr. Bob)

7/27/12

1. When you think of me/
Remember how I love life/
In all little ways/
#haiku

2a. This day we travel/
Pregnant with symbolism/
Uninterpreted/
#haiku

2b. This day we travel/
Pregnant with symbolism/
Gives birth to our dreams/
#haiku

3a. Read possibilities/
Choice is your secret language/
Personal value/
#haiku

3b. Speak possibilities/
Utter your secret language/
Declare Values/
#haiku

4a. Interpret your life/
Create meanings from actions/
Like Life is watching/
#haiku

4b. Interpret your life/
Create meanings from actions/
Like G_d is watching/
#haiku

5. Creation watches/
Humans’ crazy behavior/
Without our judgement/
#haiku

6. We do what we want/
& live with consequences/
That we have chosen/
#haiku

7. Consequences ain’t/
Judgements from a loving G_d/
Just random outcomes/
#haiku

7/28/12

8. The ceremonies/
debased for mass consumption/
Banal audience/
#haiku

9a. Pleasing ev’ryone:/
Meaningless utterances:/
Truth hurts somebody/
#haiku

9b. Pleasing ev’ryone:/
Meaningless utterances:/
Honesty hurts some/
#haiku

10. Faithful adherence/
To beliefs that predate words/
Will allow your growth/
#haiku

11a. Popular Culture/
Distilled 4 television/
Erases dissent/
#haiku

11b. Popular Culture/
Distilled 4 television/
Is a tone deaf song/
#haiku

12a. Pleasing the masses/
With bread and circus will not/
Improve anything/
#haiku

12b. Pleasing the masses/
Keeping us comfortable/
Is a noble cause/
#haiku

13. Improving the world/
Can’t please the comfortable/
Or be convenient/
#haiku

14. The public commons:/
#openingceremonies/
Provided are good/
#haiku

15. We need shared events/
To build community on/
& we need dissent/
#haiku

16. People are social/
We need each-other to live/
Even “enemies”/
#haiku

Resistance is Poetry

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Resistance is Illegible

Resistance is illegible/
No agenda to fulfill/
It is screamed to re-used beats/
& spray painted on public streets

Resistance isn’t public yet/
It’s outside communication/
Strangers’ loud dissatisfaction/
Mumbled in different versions/

Resistance has no address yet/
It couch surfs those acquaintances’/
That know things could be tolerable/
In alleyways and cubicles/

Resistance is inchoate still/
It is Demand’s Sticky Fetus/
Gestating in Discontent’s womb/
Demanding its right to exist/

Resistance has no sacred text/
It’s not been articulated/
Once described it’s deconstructed/
Resistance is just existence/

Resistance lacks halls of power/
It has no expressive clothing/
It doesn’t wear expensive suits/
Resistance sits on public streets/

Resistance’s unrecognizable/
It fulfills no stereotype/
It is not white, Black nor Colored/
Resistance is unknowable/

Resistance lives everywhere/
Dressing in the local clothing/
Whispering “things could be better”/
Try to listen to her grumbling/

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Centralization Haikus

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Centralization haikus are an essay in poems about how we might be better off doing more for ourselves.

1. “Centralization”/
Tells lie of reduced friction/
Improving our lives/
#haiku

2. The simple answers/
Of ease and simplicity/
Are just “selling” sloth/
#haiku

3. Growth and progress are/
The results of our struggle/
As human beings/
#haiku

4. Everything done/
For us, diminishes us/
Weakening our growth/
#haiku

5. We’ll be tremendous/
When we create our worlds/
Over and over/
#haiku

6. The world on store shelves,/
Shiny and factory made/
Suffocates all life/
#haiku

7. Television sells/
The shiny world on store shelves/
to make fat men rich/
#haiku

8. Consumer desire,/
The abstract, communal “want”/
Is never a need/
#haiku

9. Needs are primitive/
(& must be hidden from us/
With our contentment)/
#haiku

10. Satisfaction &/
Contentment come from within/
Well-rounded-living/
#haiku

11. Honest lives of toil/
Make genuine happiness/
That cannot be sold/
#haiku

12. Sprawling warehouses/
Filled with material goods/
Totally lack joy/
#haiku

A. 1. Simulacrum Life/
Is America’s Product/
Centralization/
#haiku

A. 2. Centralization/
For Industry’s convenience/
Stifles human life/
#haiku

A. 3. Disney-Mall-Style-Life/
Is Simulacrum of Life/
Fooling the lazy/
#haiku

A. 3b. Disney-Mall-Style-Life/
Is Simulacrum of Life/
Enriching the few/
#haiku

Kiko Rides Some More

Seen Riding Over Sunnyside Yards in Late December

There were two men delivering oversized sandwiches on bikes that day, a convoy!

It was a really rough two weeks teaching two classes. I have some exciting, but demanding, administrative work, but I am not really clear on how I feel about all of it.  I should say that I am so tied up in things to do that I cannot see the “meta” of my life.  Or, if you prefer, I can’t see the forest for the trees.  But here is the latest on Kiko, and I did a good hour, or two paragraphs at the end, where he has won the race and some observations. (it started here, and was last published here)

That weekend, when Mike and Kiko rode Croak wasn’t there but Kiko was stronger and more able to use the bike Mike was lending him.  The brakes, gears, ride and fit all became more and more comfortable.  In fact Kiko now realized what a bad fit (and bike) he had on Sra Choi’s bike that he had been riding out to Jamaica and back every day for the last few months.  Bent over the impossibly light “bicicleta de papel” as he had named it in the awkward carnero cuerno (ram-horned) handlebars week after week became more comfortable.  He could feel the resistance that his upright work-bike had been subjecting him to and he looked forward to bending down out of the wind.

One weekend, so convinced of the superiority of the lowered position, he went back home and took the handlebars off of a kids’ “racing bike” he found in a vacant lot and replaced the mountain bars on his bike.  Where was a whole sunday of problems to solve concerning the basket, brakes, grip-shifters, but when he had finished they all -,ore or less- worked.  Of course it looked like the eccentric 3rd world piece of engineering that it was, but Kiko was proud of his handiwork and excited about not having to fight the wind everytime someone wanted bacon and eggs delivered to their home.

That same Monday Croak rolled up with his bolsa mesengero pulled tight across his chest like un bandolero de Pancho Villa and laughed at Kiko’s handiwork. “Man look at that, you look like you’re gonna ride back into the 70s with that time machine!”

“I liking the drop bars so I get me some,” explaining with pride, “the gears and brakes they no fit so well, but I make them work just fine, like new as long as I pull forward when I turn.”  In order to get the new handlebars working he had turned the basket sideways, modified some of the hardware with washers, nuts and bolts, used zip-ties in other places.  The handlebar tape that covered the wires from the ill fitting twist shifters and mountain bike brakes was silver.  Kiko had cut the strips in half so that they wouldn’t gather and bubble, but this had caused lots of threads to form like dashboard  hula dancer’s skirt or science fiction cobwebs.

Croak rode with Kiko until his delivery weaving in and out of traffic.  They rode side-by-side in some cases and one or the other would zip in front when they needed to go single file.  Who would take the lead and who would follow was communicated and agreed upon silently with little more than muscle tenses and shrugs.  In these short rides Kiko learned about drafting and pack riding in ways that years in a club pack can never teach.