Thursday, November 4, 2021

There Is No America

 

 



 there Is No America as we believed it to be

as we have been trained raised taught to know;

US history begins in Freedom

Flight from Persecution

and the establishment of a Free Country

 

Free to Individuals Bold enough

Determined enough

Blessed enough

to Claim their Rights under a Constitution

ostensibly written to cover “All Men” in the generic

only excluding those Not Defined as Men

NDNs Black people and Women (Of Course!)

and by that Very assumption made the Ideal

Impossible to achieve

 

another account of the founding of US

the Dark side

that Slave labor was Necessary

that Red Savages Must Be Driven Out

if we can’t Cheat em we make em Sick

if they Still Hang on Invade em

Push em to Violence defending their lands

their grounds their territories

the source of their Food

their Traditional Ceremonies

 

their Homes must give way to US

Must give way

 

Murders Were Committed

 

our Black Sisters and Brothers

after their Liberation from the bonds

of Generations of servitude

forced lives Stolen

a brief heady Time of Real Freedom

looking around at the Possibilities of Everything

then Jim Crow flew in and the Twisted Triple Ks

and then Freedom only meant Free to Suffer and Die

dangling from a tree battered and tortured

at the hands of Hatred

hands of Judgement

hands of Anger at the Servant

Elevated to the Realm of their “Betters”

and then what would They have?

what do They have but the same Grim Prospects?

enslaved people Not Even Owned by most

who were too poor to actually Own a slave

but Aspiring to do so one day

a proper Goal for a Rich White man

and Now those former servants

Some White Someone’s former servants

Might be richer than you

more respected than you

such a thing is Unconscionable

 

Fly Away Jim Crow!

Free Leonard Peltier!

Remember that Water is Sacred!

Water is Life!

Remember the Homeland was Home to Others

before you unjustly drove out

penned in

hunted down

pushed Beyond newly Created Boundaries

of Nations

boundaries Never before acknowledged

in the world of hunter gatherers

you Go where the Food is

follow the hoofprints pawprints

find the bee tree

chase fish upstream

territory only defined by relations with local tribes  

 

now invisible Lines are drawn through the land

trees and stones mark where you can no longer go

they signed treaties that were filled with lies

expressions of good faith that turned out to be Laughable

if you could stop Crying long enough

they signed Hopeless treaties

what else could they do?

That

or be expunged from the Face of the Earth

sent Nameless to the Great Beyond

Without Honor

there Is No America as we believed it to be  

there is No America except

              America To Be

 

 

© 2020 pamela twining


 

Monday, November 1, 2021

Womyn of Pow'r

Power of Women - Wikipedia                                                                           

               art: Lucas Cranach , the Elder   "Judith w the head of Holofernes"

 

 For al that I am ne frere ne clerke

And what have I to do with poesie,

Unlearned I, as fair Alis of Bathe

Yet sooth it seems in swych a wyse

As she, so also I,

For she that wiste no thing, coude al.

 

If the devil mocketh Holy Writ

Tis the wys wyf may understand

And take it for her own, and this

By experience, tho this be her dampnacionn.

It is the words themselves

And the ideas of wych they be the goste

And ne the marks upon the paper

That sacred be.

 

For this she recketh, tho the leves be brynned

And written lies are thus gone up in smoke

The pow’r of the word is present still

And she that struck the fyr hath it y-clept.

Verrily, it seemeth so, pardee

For bye swych action geyns she sovereintee.

 

 

© 1989 pamela twining

 

 

Thursday, August 26, 2021

Stone Circus 68

 



 

 

 

how many years later

i Still get Chills!

it's Yesterday!

All that Wild Energy

               Screaming Strutting Gyrating

                             
Pain & Plenitude

the Untamed roilings of Youth’s Eternal Call

to the Future to the Past

Why this moment? Why Now?

So Many

the Tortured Ecstatic Spirits

So Many

Looking Back all these years & years after

I see how much has Changed

how much Still the Very Same

We Knew the Stoned

the Stones

were Prophets

dancing and writhing pain or pleasure

Hard to tell

Sending that Manic Energy Forward to the Ages

of slow witted plodders Engulfed in silken chains

seeming Happy to Be So

Manic and twitching

witching Bewitching

electricity ZZZappping

 

we Always knew the Stones were Prophets

the mossed markers of Passage the mounds of Bone

Who will tell the stories

when the Wild Angels have all Gone

when the legends are Erased

from Stones 

buried in green velvet and fronds of newer days

in leaves brown wet & rotting

mulch for What’s Coming Next

 

© 2021 pamela twining

Sunday, August 8, 2021

No Ninas

 

 

I was never drawn by Hirschfeld

no Ninas in the webbing of my clothes

or tangled in my hair

no lithe lines simply drawn

as ever a flash

a glance

a twist of wrist

and I

Aye

Eye appear

the Sputter & Spatter of live ink

spitting from his pen

 

I will never see his blocky name

and its following number

(I imagine him chuckling like a child

as he hid the Ninas in amongst)

and perhaps no one the wiser

except

this Tease acknowledgement

that maybe you didn’t even Care

about the Subject

of that superb moment of The Art

but only how many goddamn Ninas

 

like a game

a total negation

of My Importance to the Universe 

 

but I was Never drawn by Hirschfeld

not having attained Fame

of any kind

no matter How much my family

and my lover say they adore me

and anyway he’s dead

so even if I Did get famous now

he couldn’t draw me

 

all my hidden Ninas

Forever unresolved  

 

 

© 2021 pamela twining