Sunday, 12 February 2012
Mamos is the pen name of a revolutionary, christian, activist, teacher , poet, living in the middle of the spiritual desert that is the U.S .
His words offer us a powerful, resonant, fierce immediacy. His poetry for me connects, and he seems to use words like bullets or as seeds for change. Political poetry has a long standing tradition in America and world history. Poetry used as paths of liberation, and as messages of hope.
Daily we hear tales of economic misery, of economic injustice, but voices of opposition are getting louder. I guess we live in an age where there is no time for complacency. Voices like Mamos's provide us with visions of our anger and frustration, and our demand for real change.
A spken word poem inspired by the same piece as the title of Black Orchid's recent zine " Between the zeal of the young and the patince of the old". http://blackorchidcollective.wordpress.com/2011/04/26/reflections_antipolice_seattle/
We won't be revolutionairies,
we'll be the revolution.
We are the fault lines
the divine sign
and when it comes time
we'll be feelin fine
'Cause we'll take your profits
the things we need
we'll make them
we'll put you in the cemetery
if you try to take them.
is somewhere between destruction and creation.
It's the pent up creativity after centuries of alienation.
It's the bread riot 'cause we need to eat
It's the love dance we start in the street
'cause we can't wait to find a place to meet
we just abolished the whole concept of temptation.
So why are you still here bragging about your nation?
Fuck your orders and your bombs and all your plantations
We are the global upheaval
Nat Turner's sequel
and heaven's prequel.
And yeah, we're stormin' it-
fuck what's realistic, we're steadily ignoring it
'cause what's on our plate
is way more drastic than 1968
and even back then our graffiti was explorin it
"Demand the Impossible"
not the same old boring shit
is somewhere between "where the people are at"
between the crowd's spontaneous upsurge
and heaven's door opening
between democratic workers' councils
and the end of work as we've known it
We won't be communists
we will be communism
just like when we wer workers
we breathed capitalism,
ate, drank, and pissed everyone of its divisions
and each day reproduced that horrible condition
when shit pops off we'll be breathing liberation
and eating emancipation
who speak in conversation
not so much laboring
as being our creation
not so much working for it
more like generation
of everything between us
that concieves revelation
More fine words here
Posted by teifidancer at 15:38