Further to my post earlier this week, on the 43rd day of her hunger strike, Israel has supposedly made a compromise. They have decided to co-exile her to 7 years to the Gaza Strip. I am glad that she has survived her ordeal and that she will not now join the ranks of the Palestinian martyrs. But technically she will still be denied her freedom, banished to the open prison which is Gaza. Far away from her home village Burqin in the northern part of the West Bank and far away from her family. A woman I add who has never had any formal charge laid against her. Still the abusive practice of Administation continues, with more than 300 Palestinian prisoners still being held in these circumstances. Also the growing use of hunger strikes amongst other prisoners will continue to cause major hiccups for Israel in the long run.
The people of Palestine will not forget Hana Shalibi's courage and the stuggle for justice, reform and liberation for Palestine and the Palestinian peope will continue.
And today ( incidentally the day after Palestinian Land Day) and tomorrow, the international community will continue to protest and demonstrate, campaign for boycotts, divestment and sanctions will go on, until Israel complies with International law and stops responding with blind indifference.
Viva Palestine.
Saturday 31 March 2012
Friday 30 March 2012
CAMERON I WOULD CALL YOU A CUNT - Ms. Something-Else and her Uke)
The Conservative Party's policies deeply unpopular at the moment. Aren't they always. As for their leader, well ! ! ! Here's a lovely song that sums up the general feeling, that I can see being sung up and down the country, that will be guarateed to wipe away the smug smiles of many a tory.
Cameron I Would Call You A Cunt (Ms. Something-Else and her Uke)
So it's farewell to the NHS
Legal aid and pensions
Working for your dole
When employmen's in a hole
And not to fuckin mention
Tax cuts for the richest
Benefit cuts for the richest
Can you please explain to me
Why we should tolerate your shit anymore?
Cameron, I would call you a cunt,
But you don't have the depth or charm
And if we should ever meet
You'll also meet my bailing arm.
Cameron, I would call you a cunt
But the usefulness and beauty are amiss
And if we should ever meet
I'll be giving you a Glascow kiss.
It's a bit wierd getting your jollies
From inreasing our risk of dying
Or can you just not get it up
Without the thought of poor folks crying?
You punch tables, victorious
Each time you whack another coffin nail in
While I punch pictures of your face
Man, my hate for you is unfailing..
Cameron, I would call you a cunt,
But you don't have the depth or charm
And if we should ever meet
You'll also meet my bailing arm.
Cameron, I would call you a cunt
But the usefulness and beauty are amiss
And if we should ever meet
I'll be giving you a Glasgow kiss.
You murder what we breathed life in to for years
Rape the state born from our blood, sweat and tears
Abuse our children with all these unnecessary cuts
If we ever meet, may your god help your nuts..
Cameron, I would call you a cunt,
But you don't have the depth or charm
And if we should ever meet
You'll also meet my bailing arm.
Cameron, I will call you a cunt
As you are very good at pissing
down on those living hand to mouth
Let's hook up for some Glasgow kissing
More wonderful rants and rhymes
from Ms. Something-Else over
Here
http://rantsthatrhyme.wordpress.com/
Cameron I Would Call You A Cunt (Ms. Something-Else and her Uke)
So it's farewell to the NHS
Legal aid and pensions
Working for your dole
When employmen's in a hole
And not to fuckin mention
Tax cuts for the richest
Benefit cuts for the richest
Can you please explain to me
Why we should tolerate your shit anymore?
Cameron, I would call you a cunt,
But you don't have the depth or charm
And if we should ever meet
You'll also meet my bailing arm.
Cameron, I would call you a cunt
But the usefulness and beauty are amiss
And if we should ever meet
I'll be giving you a Glascow kiss.
It's a bit wierd getting your jollies
From inreasing our risk of dying
Or can you just not get it up
Without the thought of poor folks crying?
You punch tables, victorious
Each time you whack another coffin nail in
While I punch pictures of your face
Man, my hate for you is unfailing..
Cameron, I would call you a cunt,
But you don't have the depth or charm
And if we should ever meet
You'll also meet my bailing arm.
Cameron, I would call you a cunt
But the usefulness and beauty are amiss
And if we should ever meet
I'll be giving you a Glasgow kiss.
You murder what we breathed life in to for years
Rape the state born from our blood, sweat and tears
Abuse our children with all these unnecessary cuts
If we ever meet, may your god help your nuts..
Cameron, I would call you a cunt,
But you don't have the depth or charm
And if we should ever meet
You'll also meet my bailing arm.
Cameron, I will call you a cunt
As you are very good at pissing
down on those living hand to mouth
Let's hook up for some Glasgow kissing
More wonderful rants and rhymes
from Ms. Something-Else over
Here
http://rantsthatrhyme.wordpress.com/
Thursday 29 March 2012
Tuesday 27 March 2012
Cultivate Hope a poem for Hana Shalabi - Rafeef Ziadah
The following video poem in solidarity with hunger striking Palestinian prisoner was created by the Palestinian poet Rafeef Ziadah.
Hana Shalabi is a Palestinian political prisoner. She was released over 2 years ago from administrative detention on October 18 2011, as part of the prisoner exchange deal. She was rearrested less than four months later on February 16 2012.
Yesterday marked the 40th day of her hunger strike. It has been reported that she is in danger of imminent death and has great difficulty standing and has extremely low blood pressure.
She is one of over 200 Palestinians currently held in administrative detention in Israeli prisons. This practice allows Israel to hold detainess for up to 6 months ( and can also indefinitely renew the decision).In total their are 4,637 Palestinian political prisoners in the jails of the Israeli occupation, 20 of whom continue to be held in isolation, from Palestinian national leaders and Palestinian children, all of whom are demanding freedom. Hana Shalabi wants freedom or death, and not just for herself. It's for all the wrongfully imprisoned Palestinians.
Yesterday Hana's appeal for the ending of her administrative detention was denied. Stating that she was resposible for her own recovery. Administative detention dates from the British Emergency Law of 1945 under the British Mandate of Palestine.
Amnesty International has issued a new appeal calling for Hana's release and declared her a prisoner of conscience.
- however,many other human rights organisations have maintained complete silence.
Cultivate Hope - words by Rafeef Ziadeh,
music by Phil Monsour.
Please Click here to send a letter to Israeli officials demanding Hana's release.
http://samidoun.ca/2012/02/take-action-today-for-hana-al-shalabi-administrative-detainee-and-hunger-striker/#letter
The sun might be shining, here in West Wales
but that does not mean that I should forget.
Sunday 25 March 2012
Lawrence Ferlinghetti (b. 24/3/19) - Sometime During Eternity/ Constantly Risking Absurdity.
Mr Ferlinghetti 93 years young, yesterday....... so belated birthday greetings to this beat icon.
A heretic, rebel, civil libertarian, painter , poet , publisher...... who is still writing, painting,plain speaking, travelling widely.
I thank him for his huge wonderful contribution to the world of literature.
As I post this I realise I am baking, it's a rather balmy , beautiful spring day over here in my little corner, so in a minute, gathering up some of his books and finding a quiet spot somewhere, to bathe a while in some of his thoughts, and enjoy some moments of peace.
Sometime During Eternity
Sometime during eternity
some gus show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from some square-type place
like Galilee
and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hip
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really laid it on us
is his Dad
And moreover
he adds
It's all writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time ago
and which you won't even find
for a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
nineteen hundred and fortyseven
of them
to be exact
and even then
nobody really believes them
or me
for that matter
You're hot
they tell him
And they cool him
They stretch him on the Tree to cool
And everybody after that
is always making models
of this Tree
with Him hung up
and always crooning his name
and calling Him to come down
and sit in
on their combo
as if he is the king cat
who's got to blow
or they can't quite make it
Only he don't come down
from His Tree
Him just hang there
on His Tree
looking real Petered out
and real cool
and also
according to a roundup
of late world news
from the usual unreliable sources
real dead
From
These are my Rivers
New and Selected Poems 55-93
New Directions Press
Constantly Risking Absurdity
Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrechats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce percieve
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or
step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying
leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair external form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence
Reprinted from
A Coney Island of the Mind
New Direction Press
Ferlinghetti ' Trailor'
A heretic, rebel, civil libertarian, painter , poet , publisher...... who is still writing, painting,plain speaking, travelling widely.
I thank him for his huge wonderful contribution to the world of literature.
As I post this I realise I am baking, it's a rather balmy , beautiful spring day over here in my little corner, so in a minute, gathering up some of his books and finding a quiet spot somewhere, to bathe a while in some of his thoughts, and enjoy some moments of peace.
Sometime During Eternity
Sometime during eternity
some gus show up
and one of them
who shows up real late
is a kind of carpenter
from some square-type place
like Galilee
and he starts wailing
and claiming he is hip
to who made heaven
and earth
and that the cat
who really laid it on us
is his Dad
And moreover
he adds
It's all writ down
on some scroll-type parchments
which some henchmen
leave lying around the Dead Sea somewheres
a long time ago
and which you won't even find
for a coupla thousand years or so
or at least for
nineteen hundred and fortyseven
of them
to be exact
and even then
nobody really believes them
or me
for that matter
You're hot
they tell him
And they cool him
They stretch him on the Tree to cool
And everybody after that
is always making models
of this Tree
with Him hung up
and always crooning his name
and calling Him to come down
and sit in
on their combo
as if he is the king cat
who's got to blow
or they can't quite make it
Only he don't come down
from His Tree
Him just hang there
on His Tree
looking real Petered out
and real cool
and also
according to a roundup
of late world news
from the usual unreliable sources
real dead
From
These are my Rivers
New and Selected Poems 55-93
Constantly Risking Absurdity
Constantly risking absurdity
and death
whenever he performs
above the heads
of his audience
the poet like an acrobat
climbs on rime
to a high wire of his own making
and balancing on eyebeams
above a sea of faces
paces his way
to the other side of the day
performing entrechats
and sleight-of-foot tricks
and other high theatrics
and all without mistaking
any thing
for what it may not be
For he's the super realist
who must perforce percieve
taut truth
before the taking of each stance or
step
in his supposed advance
toward that still higher perch
where Beauty stands and waits
with gravity
to start her death-defying
leap
And he
a little charleychaplin man
who may or may not catch
her fair external form
spreadeagled in the empty air
of existence
Reprinted from
A Coney Island of the Mind
New Direction Press
Ferlinghetti ' Trailor'
Ferlinghetti by Ferlinghetti
Friday 23 March 2012
Thursday 22 March 2012
WANTED
PLEASE AMEND THE ABOVE
THE HEIST HAS ALREADY
TAKEN PLACE
VERY DANGEROUS........
CURRENTLY RUNNING AMOK
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