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COLUMN EIGHTY-THREE, JANUARY 15, 2003
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Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 17:47:24 -0800
From: "peacepoet" email@example.com
To: Address: firstname.lastname@example.org
comes with a change of consciousness. Poetry
changes consciousness. Spread the word."
is this then that is written. . ."
Luke 20: 17
of the victims brought a stone:
The boy who trembled in this father's arms,
Trapped in the camera's snare,
Where soldiers shot him, the body parts
Hacked to mince in bombing runs.
They all came, each with a stone.
with their collection of stones,
They built a wall. It was so high,
The wall, so thick, so pitiless,
That even the politicians
Had to see it. This was a wall
For weeping, a weeping wall,
A wall that buried the lies
Of greed and war. We came. We knelt
Before it, wept, and kissed its stones.
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EFFUSIVE PRAISE FROM THE RAINKING
your music your life ,your reward
Date: Tue, 19 Nov 2002 02:29:17 EST
was so excited reading your story I
had to write. I've never written anyone before cause i cant type. i was
looking for a halfway house in houston for my daughter when i found your site.
you have been so priviledged to have known these incredible guitarists and so
accomplished in your own right. i mean my god the stones call you for a try.
woooooow J. edgar winter, my idol long before any other guitarist SHAPED MY
LIFE. AND YOUR MUSIC IS IN MY BONES, EVEYONE YOU TALK OF TOTALLY WAS PART OF MY
LIFE. SO WAS ALL THE DRUGS AN ALCOHOL. SOBERED UP IN 77, AND HAVENT LOOKED BACK.
thanks to aa god an friends an family. now i got a 17 yr old daughter following
in my steps. scary huh. anyway if your ever playing anywhere around baton rouge
or houston let me know ill be there. beck clapton an all the others how about
the reverend billy gibbons i cant believe you missed him. i shook his hand once.
you have been blessed twice nio once stoned. an once sober. you seem grateful as
i am for your music and sobriety. strength, hope courage, and happiness, i
charge you with sincerely, rick richardson, <rainking>
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MORE ABOUT RED RUDENSKY
Date: Tue, 26 Nov 2002 10:32:58 -0600
From: "Carly" email@example.com
saw your letter about Red Rudensky on the net and thought I would write you. I
was able to meet him in 1975 when he came to visit my grandparents, Paul and
Laura Eakins in Sikeston, Missouri. They had restored Al Capone's 1931 Limousine
and had him come and see the car. He signed his book and was in the local paper
with the car. (That is the car that we sold to the Imperial Palace in 1982, and
I believe they sold it recently). We also taped an interview with him on
reel-to-reel tapes. I also have some pictures of him and AL Capone's family
that he gave us... It was all very interesting.
He also appeared on the TV show, TO TELL THE TRUTH.. He told us a story
about when he went to appear on the
show and told them he had lost his suitcase. They bought his some new clothes so
he could look nice on TV.. But actually, he said he never lost his suitcase and
made the story up just to get a free suit... LOL
Even though I was very young, he still stands out in my memories.
That was the first "gangster" I had ever met..
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FROM A SOAPBOX
[Fwd: FW: Thrill Is Gone With Hyphen Politics]
Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2002 14:03:24 -0600
From: Lew Rosenbaum firstname.lastname@example.org
-- I'm sure you've seen this. Dem's
have Gored us again. With Nader campaigning for some Dems, they haven't even got
Ralph to blame this time . . .
Folks, I think Breslin absolutely nails it.
Is Gone With Hyphen Politics
is depressing to realize that people who voted on Tuesday in an election that
blew stale air through polling places might think that this is how it always
was, that there is no other possibility, that this is our politics.
never saw or realized what it was like in 1968, when Robert Kennedy of New York
ran for president on two issues: he was against war and against poverty.
don't think that anybody today can understand the sheer thrill of a campaign
that was based on uncomplicated good. Vote for the guy and you could stop people
from getting killed. Your own vote could save a life! Vote for the guy and you
could get a roof for somebody in Brooklyn and food for children in Mississippi.
People got so excited they couldn't sleep.
he went, there were huge crowds and tumult and hope. I never experienced a
reaction to a candidate like the ones at the University of Kansas and Kansas
State on the same day. At Kansas State, the big fieldhouse had a dirt floor and
the crowd - what was it, 14,000? - was so packed that it couldn't move either
way. But it could roar and stomp. It stomped so much that it raised dust high to
the rafters and made it difficult to see.
wanted war. People weren't crazy. They didn't want to get killed. The leaders
were shot with grandiose notions: I am heroic with other people's children.
People then also didn't want poverty. People are human. They couldn't stand the
guilt of knowing that so many lived desperate lives.
is the single political party and not the people who want to kill now, and
poverty ended by throwing more of the poor into the streets.
1968, candidate Kennedy was exciting and right and gave people so much hope that
everybody wanted to do their utmost on the two great topics, war and poverty.
Huge crowds reached out and tore at Kennedy. It never subsided. He has lived on
in the American imagination.
after a California presidential primary, a young Palestinian, Sirhan, shot and
killed him in a ballroom kitchen of the Hotel Ambassador in Los Angeles. Nobody
saw anything significant about Sirhan being from the Mideast. It was just a
place where he was from, where he had lived a lousy life and grown into a
one single solitary person realized what it was, nor did anybody until now, that
Sirhan Sirhan of the Mideast was the start of terrorism.
these years later, I didn't realize there was an election this week until the
Sunday before. On election day, I was in neighborhoods where they should have
been calling out Carl McCall's name. There was no sound. Then I realized that
this silence was right, that there was no election. McCall was the candidate,
but he did not ruin the politics here. It was shameless Bill Clinton who used
the Democratic Party and left it with a hyphen. Not because of his trailer camp
sex, nor his lying under oath to a grand jury. Rather, he merged the Democratic
Party with the Republican Party. The Democratic-Republican Party. He left the
Democrats with no issues, no purpose, no aim, no desire for anything except
keeping the job. Do whatever the Republicans do. They want a tax cut that can
break us? Good. Vote for it. They want a war? Of course. Let's kill.
Carl McCall yesterday had no reason to be the least despondent over the
election. McCall didn't lose any election. He was with the winner, the
Democrat-Republican party. There's not a dime's worth of difference between them
and the candidates would never change this. Why differ when you believe what the
others say? And why cry when your views win? Keep your job. Vote with the
president. Or in New York, with the governor.
all the crowd of payroll bums and bindle stiffs on the stage with Pataki the
other night, Hugh Carey was the one committing an indictable offense. He would
have been an unknown singing at the bar at Snooky's or Farrell's or the old
P.J.'s. Instead dead loyal Democratic voters put him in Washington, then into
Albany twice as governor. He had no excuse. Whenever he did things that made no
sense, you could just say, "That's Society Carey." But on Tuesday it
was different. It looked ugly.
Democrats got carried out everywhere on Tuesday. Why not? Why would you ever
vote for a Democrat when you can vote for the original, the Republicans?
is not one national voice that is against a war with Iraq. You don't have to go
past New York to see what hyphen politics - Democrat-Republican - has done. The
two Democratic senators voted for the Republican resolution to invade Iraq.
wife raises her wedding ring to vote aye for all New Yorkers. Let's blow Iraq
up. The other senator, Schumer, usually has a Sunday press conference to
announce a new red light in Bay Ridge. This time he went bigger and voted to
give the government a green light on killing.
Gephardt of Missouri resigned as Democratic minority leader of the House. He was
an illusion with a haircut. He never was the leader of anything. On Monday,
Daschle was the Senate majority leader and on Wednesday he was the minority
leader andd tomorrow he should be out o there, too. He is another one from the
Empty Quadrant, the Dakotas, Wyoming, Montana and the like, where there aren't
enough voters to make a district in Brooklyn. All officials listed as Democrats,
but we know they are in a hyphen party, must get out of the way. The people are
going to have to manage a peace movement themselves that is certain to give
legitimate Democratic voters a chance at something real.
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is necessary for a people concerned with liberty, even if they live in an
approximately democratic state, to create a political power which resides
outside the regular political establishment. While outside, removed from the
enticements of office and close to those sources of human distress which created
it, this power can use a thousand different devices to persuade and pressure the
official structure into recognizing its needs." Howard Zinn, SNCC: The New
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"I went down to the rich man's house
And took back what he stole from me
Took back my dignity
Took back my humanity
Kensington Welfare Rights Union Choir
of working-class poetry from the 1820's to the present needs to be retrieved and
studied.. . . From the Wobblies to the poststructuralists, the basic question
is: Who represents the working class? With an immensely diverse and complex
working class, can a handful of writers "represent" or give a
"realistic" portrait of the whole class?
Stein, from the essay "Industrial Music" in What We Hold In Common (Zandy,
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Date: Fri, 15 Nov 2002 21:09:20 EST
For your information
who don't want to sleep with Jewel must be gay - just ask her. The sexy
songbird, who played the Performing Arts Center in Newark on Wednesday, told her
audience about a dream she had when she was 16, in which she played guitar with
Bob Dylan and slept with him. Later, in real life, after she became famous and
went on tour with Dylan, she was summoned to the rocker's dressing room. "I
thought, 'My dream is coming true, not only am I playing with Bob Dylan, I'm
going to sleep with him."" But much to her disappointment, he didn't make
a pass at her. "Obviously Bob Dylan is gay if he's not interested in
me," Jewel cracked to the crowd. "I mean, look at me." She showed
off her skimpy tank top and micro-miniskirt. "Who would have guessed
that Dylan is a fag? That's going to get me in trouble. It's going to be in all
the papers tomorrow." Just in the only paper that matters, Jewel. ##
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