Archive for February, 2008

Andrea Gibson

Posted in Andrea Gibson, On Poetry on February 29, 2008 by boychick1

I’m sorry (but I wanted to get a head start) you see I want to be 25 and stalk this sexy, smart young woman. And instead…

I am 45 and stalking this smart, sexy, young woman.

(and nah I don’t want to be 25 — I’d like to meet her when she’s 45)

Andrea Gibson and her website is here.

Eli came back from Iraq
and tattooed a teddy bear onto the inside of his wrist
above that a medic with an IV bag
above that an angel
but Eli says the teddy bear won’t live
and I know I don’t know but I say, “I know”
cause Eli’s only twenty-four and I’ve never seen eyes
further away from childhood than his
eyes old with a wisdom
he knows I’d rather not have
Eli’s mother traces a teddy bear onto the inside of my arm
and says, “not all casualties come home in body bags”
and I swear
I’d spend the rest of my life writing nothing
but the word light at the end of this tunnel
if I could find the fucking tunnel
I’d write nothing but white flags
somebody pray for the soldiers
somebody pray for what’s lost
somebody pray for the mailbox
that holds the official letters
to the mothers,
————–fathers,
——————–sisters,
and little brothers
of Micheal 19… Steven 21… John 33
how ironic that their deaths sound like bible verses
the hearse is parked in the halls of the high school
recruiting black, brown and poor
while anti-war activists
outside walter reed army hospital scream
100, 000 slain
as an amputee on the third floor
breathes forget-me-nots onto the window pain
but how can we forget what we never knew
our sky is so perfectly blue it’s repulsive
somebody tell me where god lives
cause if god is truth god doesn’t live here
our lies have seared the sun too hot to live by
there are ghosts of kids who are still alive
touting M16s with trembling hands
while we dream ourselves stars on Survivor
another missile sets fire to the face in the locket
of a mother who’s son needed money for college
and she swears she can feel his photograph burn
how many wars will it take us to learn
that only the dead return
the rest remain forever caught between worlds of
shrapnel shatters body of three year old girl
to
welcome to McDonalds can I take your order?
the mortar of sanity crumbling
stumbling back home to a home that will never be home again
Eli doesn’t know if he can ever write a poem again
one third of the homeless men in this country are veterans
and we have the nerve to Support Our Troops
with pretty yellow ribbons
while giving nothing but dirty looks to their outstretched hands
tell me what land of the free
sets free its eighteen-year-old kids into greedy war zones
hones them like missiles
then returns their bones in the middle of the night
so no one can see
each death swept beneath the carpet and hidden like dirt
each life a promise we never kept
Jeff Lucey came back from Iraq
and hung himself in his parents basement with a garden hose
the night before he died he spent forty five minutes on his fathers lap
rocking like a baby
rocking like daddy, save me
and don’t think for a minute he too isn’t collateral damage
in the mansions of washington they are watching them burn
and hoarding the water
no senators’ sons are being sent out to slaughter
no presidents’ daughters are licking ashes from their lips
or dreaming up ropes to wrap around their necks
in case they ever make it home alive
our eyes are closed
america
there are souls in
the boots of the soldiers
america
fuck your yellow ribbon
you wanna support our troops
bring them home
and hold them tight when they get here

What Rock Have I Been Living Under?

Posted in Andrea Gibson, On Poetry on February 29, 2008 by boychick1

What rock have I been living under, why haven’t I heard of her?!…

Cynthia Wade & Freeheld WON The Oscar!

Posted in Documentaries on February 25, 2008 by boychick1

But I wasn’t watching the Academy Awards last night for best film, best actor, or actress — the category I was keeping an eye on was “Best Short Documentary” and she won! Cynthia Wade Won!!!

I had the pleasure of meeting Cynthia Wade in 2004 (or 2005) when her documentary
Shelter Dogs was screening around the country, we had dinner together in Birmingham, Michigan.

Cynthia is intelligent, passionate, kind, crazy talented, a beautiful human being — so I was beyond ecstatic last night when this moment happened and she won the Oscar!

I am so damn happy for Cynthia, and for this important film. Of course I hope the added attention, the academy award win – will boost the numbers of people that will see this film, which humanizes the LGBTQ community in an honest, authentic and sensitive manner. Art does change our lives and I believe, I know, this documentary will change lives.

Thank you Cynthia Wade for your entire body of work — you have received the attention you absolutely deserve — it was a pleasure and honor to meet you, I am blessed to know you, and you have raised us all up with every film you create.

I am not going to do any more posting this week – as I want everyone who stops in to look at this little blog to see this post, this film …send it around, link up, link up. Let’s get this issue and this film in every spotlight (or dimlight) we can find.
I believe in our revolution and the power of our voices united.

Peace-
Janet

A Love Song For M & B (& all grown ups)…

Posted in Music on February 24, 2008 by boychick1

I am posting this for my blog friend — and because I am the ever hopeful romantic and having said that, this is a love song for grown ups.

This song expresses so beautifully that love isn’t something we will ever “fall for or into” …love is a verb. We choose to love.

Almost, by Cheryl Wheeler

I’m almost everything you have ever wanted
I’m almost your best dream come true
We fit so perfectly
Oh, I almost can’t believe
How I’m almost all I need to be

There’s something now in your smile
Just this side of distant
And something else just that side of true
This road’s so old and worn from
The countless nights I’ve sworn
Oh I could be all you’d need me to
Almost

I don’t know where to go
To find our missing pieces
I sit and stare and wonder where to start
But then I look at you
And I know it can’t be true
That something’s here pulling us apart

Some days I wonder how we’ll walk this line
Some days I think I feel your heart in mine
Well underneath the surface
Love isn’t ever perfect – heaven knows
So we’ll just close that door
Almost

Music and Lyrics by Cheryl Wheeler

Around The Web – the bad, the dumb, the pondscummy…

Posted in Eve Ensler, Feminist Issues, Human Rights on February 24, 2008 by boychick1


Articles of Faith: Ridiculing gay man is hateful way to preach.

Time For Bill O’ Racist To Resign In Disgrace

V-Bombs and Sex-ed Fights: Vaginas in the News

Vaginas, V-Day and Anti-Violence Activism: Three Things Conservatives Wish Would Dissapear

Women, music…

Posted in Music, Natalie Merchant on February 24, 2008 by boychick1

Women, music, their energy, their eyes, and voices and —

Notable Human Beings.

Posted in Human issues stories, Music, Natalie Merchant on February 24, 2008 by boychick1

Such a talent and inspiration, Natalie Merchant!