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COLUMN EIGHTY, DECEMBER 1, 2002
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WHO ARE THE REAL TRAITORS?

Subject: GETTING FUCKING PISSED OFF
Date: Fri, 27 Sep 2002 18:53:47 -0700
From: allan winans <ad1936@juno.com>
To:info@blacklistedjournalist.com

Against my better judgement, I turned on some of the so-called liberal biased media tv stations, which are in reality right wing propogranda machines for Bush, and found a bunch of the usual asshole pundits calling Kennedy and everyone else who calls for waiting for a UN resolution before going to war "traitors."  The real traitors are these asshole right wing fuckers who have been dismantling the U.S. Constitution from the day Bush took office.  What really galls me is these fucken chicken hawks, who used their influence to avoid going to war, or in some cases even serving in the war, calling people like Mc Cain, Kerry, and others who fought for this country "traitors."  These fuckers don't mind sending blue collar son's off to fight their wars, while they sit home living on the fat of the land with bank accounts padded by their political connections. And the Bush administration says that Gore is irrelevant.  Well maybe so, but he got more votes than our President Select, so how irrelevant does that make Bush?  ##

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GETTING EVEN MORE PISSED OFF

Subject: Re: Re: Re: NYTimes/CBS poll shows feelings of Americans
Date: Tue, 8 Oct 2002 16:44:15 -0700
From: allan winans ad1936@juno.com
To:info@blacklistedjournalist.com    

ARE THERE ONLY TWO SENATORS WITH BALLS. SENATOR HYDE INDICATED TODAY HE WILL USE STALLING TACTICS TO DELAY GIVING BUSH THE AUTHORIZATION HE WANTS.  HIM AND KENNEDY AND A HANDFUL OF OTHERS.

WE NEED A WORKING CLASS PARTY CANDIATE.

AND LIBERMAN IS THE WORSE JOKE OF THEM ALL, JUMPING ON THE BUSH BAND WAGON.

FUCK THEM ALL.  MAY THE PROTESTS GROW IN NUMBER LIKE THEY DID IN THE SIXTIES.  ##

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MICHELINE'S 'SIXTY-SEVEN POEMS FOR DOWNTRODDEN SAINTS'

Subject: Fw: Ibbetson Update/ sixty-seven poems for downtrodden saints-Jack Micheline
Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 11:26:44 -0700
From: allan winans <ad1936@juno.com>
To: info@blacklistedjournalist.com 
 

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From: Douglas Holder dianner@iopener.net
To: ad1936@juno.com
Date: Tue, 15 Oct 2002 13:53:08 -0400 (edt)
Subject: Ibbetson Update/  sixty-seven poems for downtrodden saints-Jack Micheline

Sixty-Seven Poems For Downtrodden Saints. Jack Micheline. Editor: Matt Gonzalez.  (FMSBW, 1999 www.jackmicheline.com) Dist. by The Jack Micheline Foundation for the Arts.  POBOX 30153 Tuscon, AZ.  85751 No
Price.  238pages.

I guess I am privileged. I know, have published, have interviewed and exchanged letters with a well-known North Beach poet, who harks back to the days of Kerouac, Ginsberg, and others of that ilk, A.D. Winans. Winans, poet and friend to the late, great Beat poet, Jack Micheline, sent me a collection of Micheline's poems, "Sixty-Seven Poems for Downtrodden Saints." Charles Bukowski said of Micheline in a letter to A.D. Winans:

" Jack loves the sun...and the horse and the streets, and he loves the strong and the common people. Jack is the last of the holy preachers sailing down Broadway singing the song...He's fought hard...sleeping on people's rugs, sponging, playing the clown for a night's sleep, a piece of stale bacon..."

From reading Micheline's work it seemed that the Buk hit it right on the head. His work is generously laced with booze, "broads", the horses and hounds, the down-and-out, the gone-to-seed, the ne’er-do-well, the wail of the sax and sex, in short, a long funny/mournful  Blues song.

Micheline was concerned with the plight of the common man. He was in the tradition of Kerouac, living as the vagabond-bohemian bard. He never pandered to the academics, and his poetry lacked any hint of pretense.

Jack Micheline (aka Harvey Martin Silver)  was born on Nov. 6, 1929 in the Bronx, N.Y.  During the 1950's he spent years traversing the country and working Blue Collar jobs.

He was everything from a dishwasher to a street singer. His first poem published under the Micheline name was STEPS in Le Roi Jones' magazine YUGEN (1958). He was included in two early Beat anthologies, THE BEATS by Seymour Krim and THE BEAT SCENE edited by Elias Wilentz. He had several collections of poetry published including: I KISS ANGELS (1964) and NORTH OF MANHATTAN: 1954-1975. He self-published his first collection of stories: IN THE BRONX AND OTHER STORIES in 1965. In June of 1997, Micheline's book, SIXTY-SEVEN POEMS... was published by FMSPW in San Francisco, his home for many years. In 1998 Micheline died from a heart attack on a Subway in the same city.

The poems in this collection have a stong sense of setting. They take place in mostly urban settings, where the working-stiff and the marginal characters tend to hang. Micheline constantly celebrates the outsider looking in at the absurdities of the mainstream. In POEM TO THE FREAKS, he writes: " To live as I have done is surely absurd,/ in cheap hotels and furnished rooms,/to walk up side streets and down back alleys,/talking to oneself/ and screaming to the sky obscenities.../ Drink to wonder/Drink to me/ Drink to madness and all the stars..."

Contrary to popular notions, Micheline raises a defiant cup and embraces the life of an often-indigent poet. IN CHASING KEROUAC'S SHADOW, Micheline again sets himself up as a downtrodden bum, only to come back and celebrate the fact:  

" I am the gray Fox some schmuck
The old pro chasing the mad dream
The crazy Jew himself,
I only know when the cock rises and the crow howls,
To eat, to drink, to take a leak,...
Let's sing a song,
For those who chase the night
For those that dance with light...
The road
The vagabond
The dreamers,
the dancers,
the unsung,
Fuck the Gung Ho!"

It seems evident in every poem that Micheline knew where he was from, and would not let the reader forget it. He was a street kid from the Bronx, a stumble bum from 'Frisco, and a snake oil salesman. In SOUTH STREET PIERS, the poet describes the setting in where he hopes to have his ashes scattered to the wind:  

"...the red brick warehouse stands
the stevedores haul the rigs to the masts
the kids fight in the streets...
the cleaning girls are scrubbing Maiden Lane,
the smoke pours stacks from the Brooklyn shore--
the fog horn tickles my belly
I hear the drums beat
throw my ashes from the pier when I die."

This collection of poems (many of them unpublished before), are not all stellar. Often they are raw, violent and vulgar. Yet, they are a fitting tribute to a man who represented a vanishing breed of poets. Throughout the book are photos of the poet and his friends, and samples of his prolific body of artwork. It is also an important historical and artistic document of an era and a movement, that will be a great interest to scholars, students, and readers in years to come.

Doug Holder/ Ibbetson Update/Somerville, Ma./Oct. 2002  ##  

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PUSHING DENNIS KUCINICH AS A WORKING CLASS CANDIDATE

Subject: Re: working class candidate
Date: Wed, 09 Oct 2002 01:46:19 +0000
From: wjm.73@attbi.com
To: allan winans <ad1936@juno.com>
CC: info@blacklistedjournalist.com

Ohio congressman Dennis Kucinich is one to watch.  He's endorsed by a lot of leftists I know, including Studs Terkel (is Terkel a lefty?).  Supposedly, Kucinich is like the perfect leader, except for a couple votes he made on abortion issues a while back.

He proposed an initiative to have a cabinet level Department of Peace to balance/offset the Dept. of Defense (previously Dept. of War).

I think it was The Nation that said he could be a presidential candidate very soon.

www.house.gov/kucinich/

A.D., I wouldn't fuck any of 'em, not even with YOUR dick.  =) Maybe we need Jessie Ventura and Hillary Clinton at the wheel...

Jason  ##  

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