911 and on and on
-loose incomplete writings-
I.
off the bat for the white boy
suburbanites who fetishized and imitated
the "Ghetto Boyz" recording artists,
among others, the Niggaz Wit Attitudez,
Watered down and flavorless like Vanilla Ice Cream
white men
in black face paraded on stage
How you like my "ice ice" baby
flashing platinum on yachts
rented, but owned, to be shot on video
streamed to you couch, narrated by Carson Daly,
the modern day Minstrel Shows
Limp Bizkit rips the mic with a ripped of
hype and finesse, a culture that isn't his
like Elvis Presley
for white consumption of black culture
those who grow up in Chino Hills,
Pinole, Walnut Creek Huntington Beach
Pacific Palisades, Malibu,
Bel Air, Will Smith loving fuckers
all you dre's of the w
you know how it feels
to be a kid from the ghetto
from south central los angeles
from watts
from 112th street from
the barrio from
belhaven blood gang lands
crossing those borders every day
to get to school
refugee crossing blood lines
for the public school cafeteria noursishment
food rations for the inner city baby mind
*
This Poem is being Interrupted to give you
a special 911 anniversary poem and commentary
911
I do not shed a single tear on this day
I shed many words
Give them up and offer them for
talk for us
let us talk
let us think
let us be together
political
let us be together
economic
let us be together
democratic
let us be together
equal
let us be together
individuals
let us be together
let us be together
"though they died
in tragedy
they did not
die in vein"
-GW Bush
No they did not die in vein,
not in any ordinary nigger illegal alien
subhuman dirty nasty
drug addict vein
some desperate with life
drain my brain of the pain of life
with a powder
a powder
they did not die
vor vein
either the drug shooters
they did not die in vein
but they are patriotic
dead civilians on the war on drugs
the war on terrorists
on terror so called
but terrorist a few evil people
in an evil
that attacked us because
hatred reign
instead it was a day
that we witnessed
Love
beyond measure
-Rumsfeld
_we will always rememeber how it began and
how it went first
they borded a plane.. they board a post...
-some retarded poem read by the so called President
Today i read in the new york times that
when he was watching bush at a Photo Op
of the president reading to little jigaboo babies
little frijoles mojados fresco del campo babies
the president was having a valuable PR moment
when the planes hit the two fallacies and
badges of american capitalism
two big ass buildings right around the corner
from Wall Street
Or so I hear
from some Colin Powell looking man
on CBS
(CBS the broadcasting corporation, not
the City Bomb Squad the living legendary
graffiti star crew that bombed
los angeles like lyndon b. bombed Saigon
leaders of a massive attack of art on a city
That was in case you were confused
If you even knew
I explain my thought processes
They had to explain that
there would be
A tiny little place,
not even on the maps
no one cares about
it in the "big city"
that land has no human
or more importantly, profittable
worth.
the fat is no longer in the land
it has been sucked dry
*
compared to an attack on Pearl Harbor
how beautiful
of course
meaning we fought back
then
we went right into war
geared up the machine to shoot
some more bullets
(more bullets than usual
the machine never stops
shooting bullets)
Then got back to the business of being American
-ABC News
because of course you know that to be an american
is a very lucrative business sold in every space
possible on your street
in your local public school
on your television
(should you so deem to ignite the apparatus
i do so myself with extreme caution
putting on my ideology safety suit
before i enter
Security has become and obsession for americans
-abc news Dan Rather, oh no, Peter Jennings (I can't tell
thier kind apart. they look and sound the same)
There are no lines in the airport.
Tehy are flying to be defiant.
Natalie your father is a brilliant
working class hero
from the appearance of it to me
flying why he is on this day
on this infamous day
i will join your father in
my own defiant flight
in the future
i will plan my so-called-vacations
(as if i can ever vacate the premises
of this capitalist machine for just a few days
on the white sands of the hahamas or in jamaica
i never been on a vacation in my life)
but on sept. 11s for my life i will try to fly
Let freedom ring
-Gulliani (the modern Machiveli of Disney Virtues)
ring ring ring
the bells of wall street
I'ts like moving through a fog
it was like a ton of bricks
-how it feels, cliches spoken by an interviewed passerby
on abc 545pm PST
---to me, this is such a moment of clarity
and vision through the machine
like when i was 12 and the riots
happened in south central l.a.
florence and normandy i know and love
the corner store on the corner selling
liquor in rich wooden lacquer interiors
i love the store on florence and normandy
and i realized
a lot on this day
like today
september 11th.
last year i was not taking the time i should have
to consider this.
i was living in my new oakland slum apartment
under the freeway
which number freeway i don't know
i don't drive a car
not here nor anywhere
i do not know the bay area freeways
i know every metropolitan and central
los angeles freeway offramp and onramp
by name because i went there working
with my 'apa
and to go to school to
downtown to visit gente carnales
peers and associate or what have you
swapmeets. we went to swapmeets all the time
I must interrupt this thought
to report that
someone on ABC just did a piece
that said something to the effect
that it is too easy to send a bomb
in this country
(and thus we need less freedoms to
say.. do things.. all things maybe
of course he did not say this
these are my
he proved it by sending sometihng
that according to him could have been
a bomb
he implied that bomb,
that size,
could blow up the brooklyn bridge (for example)
it was a pipe bombs
it was a pipe bomb and he said
more or less by showing the pictures
that it might blow up this mighty old landmark bridge
the brooklyn bridge
well let me tell you brother and sister
a pipe bomb could not even blow
up the watts towers
and those towers were made
by a 50 year old short Italian
man recently immigrated
in his back yard
using bottles of coca cola
bottlecaps broken dishes
chicken wire
concrete tiles
squirt bottle pieces
and dig
what i'm saying is these
towers are tiny
and that bomb would not take down that
national
landmark
(how about using the towers, bringing in the ABC news cameras
to Watts to, instead of
_interruption_
they will be listening to patriotic
music today
like say maybe the star spangled blood soaked banner
bombing the air like
the skies in baghdad
or east timor
i here the bell tolls
but dig it Donne,
it don't toll for anyone
anymore
we got TV tolling that bell for
scapegoats
for easy to chew villains
like Flinstones chewables
evil that is easy to swallow
and digest
and is even sugary and tasty to chew
we want some bite sized evil
maybe an evil pop
one that we could lick
lick real good.
here goes the president now
LIVE
form teh Statue of liberty
what a construced image
of patritiosm
black
in the night
no lights
no backdrop
excpet the image of the
statue of liberty
(given by french boorigeosie revolutions
to american capitalist Lockean whiteman revolutionists)
They are singing the national anthem
of the owner of the world
in ever world time zone
and putting it on tv for me
to see
I tell you know how
I celebrate
I Celebrte
by playing some
Fuck the Police some
Vietnow
some
Kill the Poor
Dead Kennedys
Zack De la rocha
Saul williams
Sha-clack-clack
slanging amethyst rocks
on saturn blocks
"some are exependable
the defenders of liberty
and those who --do some shit evil
this is what he says
chase it in camps or caves
no terrorist no tryant mass murder
now in the future americans will live
as free people not in fear
this country
"history's latest fantatics"
let me tell you
*
George Bush's Day on September 11th, 2002
wake up in washington
fly the big fancy plane to the Pentagon
the fly to new york
to do his monkey talk of rhetoric
then fly back to washington
Next year this thing will be more forgotten
in 50 years
if there still is a 50 years left
in this thing i think it might
run out of fuel and blwo up
but in 50 years
it will barely be a blip
maybe forever used for rousing up patriotism like
the 4th of July is used to
flying back to washington
where he takes a dump and
eats some 15 dollar looking roast beef
snorts some cocaine and goes to sleep
My Day on September 11th, 2002
I woke up in the morning
had a yearning for a kiss from my
baby maybe some rolling around
to keep the heart alive
you know
trying to stay alive
tryin to stay human
that's the order of my day
if i accompish no other thing
but to remain a human to remain
knowing that i'm alive
i feel like
that's all i need
to be alive
and i mean alive
and i mean Live.
that is all i seek with my
day
and day
and day
and life
to be alive
it could be nice
to be alive
so i don't cry when i don't produce
i don't cry when i don't clock in hours on the timeclock
i don't cry when i don't buy nothing
that was my day that is my day
that is my i hope to my gods
i can have every day
never a day i feel dead
i will have time to feel dead
when i am dead
(though i often do, all to often,
one moment of not living is too much
one second nano or milo or subatomic
division of time -as if it exists-
but not one broken piece of the universal
consciousness that we need to be awake
to like
right now
one moment away from this consciousness is too much
i'm growing far too intellectual (in some respects,
i think i love intellectual, as in my intellect
as in your intellect, i love intellect-tuals
actual intellectuals
like my father
philosophizing laying bricks
constructing houses for the lisfestyles of
the rich and american
but i am going to intellectual in
that "smoking in a frey jacket with tweed patches
smoking a pipe (smoking tobacco, not weed)"
i'm not intellectual.
but it gets in me in that way.
today
i spent some time with my baby.
i know that sounds crazy
spending time with my baby
-them white folks rich folks say
Brown boy, you're lazy
get your ass off that couch
off that welfare
(my welfare could be financial aid)
and get to work
produce some profit for someone
maybe for me
and no
that's not the thing for me
no brother
that's not the thing for me
i got thing for life and
and
and
my baby
i got a taste for my baby
i got a taste for my love
and i hope most days to wake
to be so lucky
to wake
next to my baby
i munched on safeway foods bagel
brought to me through the veins of california
agriculture
tomatos picked in the fields i can
see driving home
down the 5 freeway
down the fields
down the strawberries
the cotton
bulndled like clouds along the freeway
i munched on a bagel with onions
and tomatos that maybe came from there
probably to keep the cost down to the consumer
and the profit of the purveyor those
tomatos came from nearby
I try to spend all day writing
if i can i get inspired
if i can ride that
ride that like on dubs or some
shit not even that just
walk through these thoughts
barefoot or with the 30 dollar shoes
or skating on that
or bicycling
all day writing
if i can
if i may
i feind for that some days
and if i can even get a 1 hour hit of
writing in one day
and even if that writing matters nothing
but to me
that i feel i have spoken
that i have sung
a bit
even if just to myself
i feel
let met tell you
i feel
happy.
happy.
happy like when ama makes a plate
of mangos strawberries
jicama and sandia
splays it all out
lays it all out
for breakfast
con chile y limon
pepinos
that my apa
grew in his garden
treating our front yard like
the finest richest jungle of life
and self-sustainability
grow your own food
as much as you can on a front yard
patch of land in front of your
home in south central los angels
just a little bit of land
enough for a lemon tree
in the back and orange tree
i think i remember a guayaba tree
(i can't remember if we actually grew guayaba
or if the smell of my mom candying guayabas
so saturated the air with sugar and the sweet
fruit's smell that
it made me and my sister
vow to never eat the guayaba
no matter how sweet it may be
as a protest to my mom's attack on our
olfactory sense
* * *
here in berkeley all the white kids
all the republicans are mobilized
into thier patritioc duties
"the air is quiet
the people are quiet
...
there is not a rush in the air"
something that god allowed to happen
-balkc man interviewed ABC local news
Amazing. Black people know more about the white
man's view than the white man does (sorry to use
white to signify rich ruling class, it just
all too often works out that way in this country)
he said "god let this happen" -and he told us
to think about
Orange Alert!
Orange Alert!
The Coast Guard is in Orange Alert!
People enter into your bomb shelters
(if you are rich enough in berkeley to own a piece of
land where you would have the luxury of installing
a bomb shelter. go there now)
Because america is on "orange" alert.
So eat an orange and masturbate to "pink"
*
now that i'm done masturbating
i'll get back to the verse
i masturbate not to pink or britney
i think of the
hot ass wife of Mr. Beamer,
I make this not, her family
name is the same name as a luxury
car
and since 911 she's been able
to afford a luxury car,
a beamer like her namesake
because she's made 200 appearances
on teleivision
from Good Morning America!
to maybe even Jerry Springer
maybe
or good morning vietnam
Mrs. Beamer,
the Princess Diana looking widow
of a man who stormed the cockpit
of the Pentagon aimed airplane
in hopes to save
the flight
like a Steavan Segal
without the ponytail
a Jean-Claude Van Damme
without the accent
a Wesley Snipe
without the melanin
I jerk off to
the jpegs of her apperance
on the today show
when she bounced
on Mr. T's lap holding
a candy cane
no wait
that was Nancy Reagan
I'm just lying
I never masturbate
I've never touched my
own penis never
caressed my testicles
I'm mexican catholic
que viva el papa'
you think i'm crass like that?
*
the first time
i ever want to
use
my
airplane
to go out there and
kill
somebody
-quote of a US Air Force Pilot
on an ABC NEWs piece
Somebody
anybody
Scream
And throw your hands in the air
just wave them like you just don't care
and if you're ready to die for your country
somebody say oh, yeah
oh yeah
hell yeah
not willing to die
willing to kill
*
we were authorized to shoot down that airplane full of civilans
-abc news quote
-the president said yes
-ibid.
this was a very difficult proposition
but it had to be done
-dick cheney on abc news
the rules had changed, we could do something about it now
we will take lives in the air to preserve lives on the ground
Flight 93. to be shot down.
will not be allowed to reach washington D.C.
they had no weapons on board
they would have had to crash into the airplane
'well sometimes sacrifices need to be made'
*
the country went
into a sort of a
lock-down
-abs news
petter jennings? (again, i still
can't distinguish the talking heads)
you better believe this is a
lock-down
prison language
there
another example of america's love
of the other
the ugly
the lowerclass
the slave
the prisoner
the country was on lockdown he says
we ain't being let out for our "yard time"
we're in the hole
we're on the cell block
americans
we're on the cell block
*
"we think USA today did a great job
of processing the meaning of 911"
-peter jennings? i think thats' him
he just said "my bad"
this peter jenings just used
a piece of pop slang
that started out with black (pop) music
he just said
"my bad"
my bad
dog,
my bad loc,
i didn't mean to take the last hit on
the roach dog,
word is bond
word is bond
*
a computer
virtual reality
experience of going down the stair way
on that world trade tower
they show how they fled
the power of computers
in the hands of the media.
*
he was singing
on the 15ht floor
you are going to remember
this day
you are going to remember
this day for the rest
of your life
-abc news interviewed survivor
Beto Palomar
