Uri Avnery: The Orange Man

July 30, 2016 SO HERE we are. Either Donald Trump or Hillary Clinton will be our next president.  “Our”? I am not a US citizen, and have no desire to be one. But I live in a world in which the USA is the sole superpower, in which every decision of the US administration has an impact on the lives of every human being. FOR ME AS a citizen … Read more Uri Avnery: The Orange Man

Going Traditional Again on This Day…

A Nomadics blog & Straight Up tradition (well, must be the third or fourth or fifth repeat — when does ‘tradition’ begin?) continues. William S. Burroughs’s words of gratitude on Thanksgiving Day paired with two collages by Norman O. Mustill. Look and listen. It’s delish . . . Collages © 1967 by Norman O. Mustill, excerpted from ‘Flypaper’ [Beach Books, San Francisco, 1967] Thanks for the wild turkey and the passenger pigeons, destined to … Read more Going Traditional Again on This Day…

Tomorrow: 50th B-Day of Dylan going Fender Stratocaster

As Carl Wilson remarks on Slate reviewing Elijah Wald’s book Dylan Goes Electric! Newport, Seeger, Dylan, and the Night That Split the Sixties: “Because history is told by the victors, rock lore holds up the Newport tale as the fierce nonconformist standing up to the timid crowd, but on a deeper level it was one nonconformity against another, a dispute about what it meant to rebel.” And the famous myth about … Read more Tomorrow: 50th B-Day of Dylan going Fender Stratocaster

Post-Marché de la Poésie

Four exhilarating & exhausting days are over. The Marché de la poésie was exciting as every year — though a slight shadow seems to hang over it, i.e. economic politics (& conditions) may see it disappear, which would be a real shame. Was also sad that old friend Jacques Darras, whose last year as president of the Marché this was, couldn’t be there as he was ill (but is … Read more Post-Marché de la Poésie

Antonio Gramsci “I Hate the New Year”

This text was first pub­lished in Avanti!, Turin edi­tion, from his col­umn “Sotto la Mole,” Jan­u­ary 1, 1916. Every morn­ing, when I wake again under the pall of the sky, I feel that for me it is New Year’s day. That’s why I hate these New Year’s that fall like fixed matu­ri­ties, which turn life and human spirit into a com­mer­cial con­cern with its neat final bal­ance, its out­stand­ing amounts, its … Read more Antonio Gramsci “I Hate the New Year”