He was the King of trees
Keeper of the leaves
A deep green god of young
Love stained memory
We used to meet by him
Far from the hustling town
I loved you
Now they've come to cut you down
Down 

We used to meet by him
Many years ago
I love you
Now they've come to lay the road
Don't lay the road

Cat Stevens

thinking about displacement (birds, people, water, etc). they took our landmark historic park & appropriated land designated as protected wetland. they're draining the the end of the midway & digging a massive hole in the park for underground parking. i wonder where will the water go?

#theobamachron

 there's no protection for what is destroyed.

#theobamachron

 did you ever notice people at the center may have imposter syndrome and appear to be asymptomatic carriers?

#theobamachron

 did you ever notice that people on the margins may be at the center, and people at the center may be imposters?

#theobamachron

 we're here in the shadow of the ivory tower, but we don't have to flee. 

#theobamachron

 they bought the law and the law won.  #theobamachron.

 My work consists of two parts: of the one which is here, and of everything which I have not written. And precisely this second part is the important one.

                                                                                                         Ludwig Wittgenstein

 trust in dog (don't tell john). what if i'd a got let go the first week i walked mister when he chased a coyote off the island? well, that wasn't what happened thanks be, he made a circle, and we went on together til the last breath. thanks be to dog, gnome sayn.

 our neighbor k. says what we also say, we'd move if we could, but where would we go, anyway, the land grabbers are everywhere and there's a reason why we're here.

sure, it didn't have to be this way, but at some point unless you want to immolate yourself at the gate you have to let go thinking about what was or might have been and think of what might be. you know money is king and money rules us all and a hard hard rain is going to fall.

 it was raining and we started out doing a simple rain walk but lulu wanted to go to the quadrangle. she boogied fast right to where she met the yellow lab service dog yesterday. i went over and saw the dog with her deaf person and turned again and lulu vanished. the other dog went into a building. i looked where lulu found a dead rabbit in the ivy before, but she was nowhere. i prayed she was looking for me too, and when i went around the building and back to the quad i was so relieved to see her in the middle of the grass looking around for me. i keep trying to tune in to the way lulu thinks, and though it was scary i'm glad to see she was thinking of me and returning to our central place.

 i wanted to put landback on this. it was a park, and i don't have any illusions about getting it back, it's occupied land though, that was waterland, even within the settlers park, on the edge of the settled land, the unsettled settlement balanced on the edge of development and landscape threat. if we want what the land wants we want the land, for the common good we say, the land back would mean something else that would mean before the land was taken before the settlers came. in other words, in so many words, we can't go back to before we came.

 feelings vibrate, as the ground does, and the air in the kestrels wings.

 uh, yeah, can i get the word of the day? obsequiousness. oh, yeah. how's that spelled anyway? never mind, just get to work. oh, alright. 

 the nice thing about smart dogs is, they know they're smart, it's self-evident, they feel it, they don't have to talk about it. you either get them or you don't.

 maholo, boys, how'd you sleep? i did'n sleep so good. this projects got me down.

 we have a pair of nesting kestrels (we hope). they come and sit on the bar of the fire escape and call out to each other, look, i got a mouse! and they look in the window and show us too.

when i think of obama i think of the radiohead song 

from hail the thief, 2+2=5. 

It's the devil's way now
There is no way out

You can scream and you can shout
It is too late now

Because you have not been
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
Payin' attention
You have not been paying attention

 and i know i'm not suppose to compare but charlie and lulu are so different i have to take note and then appreciate each for their unique attributes. charlie is keenly smart and intuitive. today a guy was crossing the quadrangle and said hi and held out a piece of burrito for her ball and she declined and ran back to me. 

 i love lulu. she won't come when i call and pointedly ignores me, but she looks for me and makes sure i'm there and when i say are you ready to go she's like oh, alright, and waits and i go and put on her leash. she's a real sweet kid. 

 the omnipotent obama is taking the end of the midway as a playground annex to his land grab and calling it replacement land for the other piece of park land he took for his compound. it's some twisted grifting. it's truly stunning how the oligarchs steal from the people with utter impunity. 

 what sanctuary in the city can we save from plunder? 

 everyday signs of the coming apocalypse. we found a cat here by this blue blankie. 

and the cat had a baby blue knitted collar, and a fluffy white neck warmer with a bow.

and next to the cat was a hole.

 a lot of good pictures disappeared before my camera. i was talking with someone else about the university and the community, and i had to shift to this kid who wanted to play ball and charlie who didn't care to play with the kid much. she has sisters i say. but i don't know how much they played. 

 what a charade. what a sabotage. the obamachron. america, the con.

 now the corporate misleaders pretend the pandemic is over and nothing will fundamentally change. 

in the absence of a system which cares for the people and their needs, ignoring them is the only solution possible. but the way out is not the american way. neoliberalism and austerity are the rules for public policy in this country.                        -margaret kimberly

when you're sick.  feel better, please —juju.

 whose park? 

   the obamachron!

they cut covid funding to fund the next surge of drones and "defensive" missiles but let's not talk about that now. 

 biden time is wackadoodle, but it wasn't just a numbskull gaff when he said putin's got to be removed. they're trying to destroy russia and ukraine is collateral damage. this is the madness of the u.s. regime. they'll stop at nothing, including nuclear war, for the power and profit of the oligarchy. politics now is mutually assured destruction.

 i used to pick up things, specific things, random things. now i want to let things go, let go the accumulation of things. i'd like to gradually empty out my old studio apartment, except for certain things, and then sit in there and feel the space with just those things that for some reason i thought should remain. and that may just be a breathing space before i let those things go and leave.

i put down lost & found and now i'm reading homesick. 

a lot of my old artwork is in an old friend's place i don't talk to anymore. he was always a hater but he bought my stuff. that was a devil's bargain i guess. i guess we have to also let things go that we make and can't control.

i dropped my pants to do some stretches and penny made a nest. 

i quit reading lost & found. i didn't love her writing, but it 

reminded me the world is a lost and found. that helped when i started

bagging movies and music to sell at reckless records. i have to find 

some new loose pants. 

 i might have shown you these before. i know i do the same things a lot. we packed up 4 bags of dvd's and cd's at the studio. the music is a little pangful. i say it doesn't matter though and it doesn't once they're gone. i'll feel lighter. my back was sore but i didn't whine (much). i think we should feel pangs about even consciously losing things and then we can feel freer to feel the joy of finding. 

 don't trust the government people the omnichron ain't over.

but if some god shakes your house ruin arrives ruin does not leave

anne carson

we're going over to the old studio apartment that seems like a time capsule but is still alive in this time that i pay the rent on while it exists fairly independent of me. 

i'm not accumulating there anymore. i'm not accumulating here ether. just images, some i save and some delete. 

i'm reading lost & found. it's ordinary and mysterious.

 i dreamed i was sleeping, and i was caught in the dream. it was such a relief to realize i was awake.

 we constantly make up stuff about our self. it's all illusion. it's all consciousness. return to community. return to communicate. 

 it's solid, it's a nightmare, but it's unreal. there's no singularity, only the sensory field. 

          because you still listen, because in times like these

to have you listen at all, it's necessary

to talk about trees.

adrienne rich  

(the last line of)                                                                                          what kind of times are these

 place of lost things in a vast landscape of grief. america. obamachron.

Davarian Baldwin: 

 In the Shadow of the Ivory Tower: How Universities are Plundering       Our Cities

In the shadow of the ivory tower another ivory tower looms—

The Obamachron.

 The way we live is a natural result of the environment, circumstances, and things we are surrounded by. We expect ourselves to change, without changing any of the environmental factors that put us in these places to begin with.                                                                                                                                                                   Rebecca Altman

 humans are efficient as hell.