Arsenic, ©Kalliope Amorphous
i am wax held to a match,
bones honed to sand an hourglass
salt me to a pillar
i have looked back on time
with my limbo an escape hatch
the size of paper cuts
akimbo, i have come to
hold your soul like mass
when the last temple shuts
you will find me
dressed in the
aesthetic of hexes,
a heretic of memory.
- ©Kalliope Amorphous
I will be participating in the 44th National Day Of Mourning this Thursday, as I do every year. I don’t have time to write a long diatribe regarding my horror over the fact that I am part of a society which has chosen to blindly celebrate genocide (god forbid the truth ruin everyone’s good time), so I will leave these resources here in the hope that they may wake someone up.
“One indication of moral progress in the United States would be the replacement of Thanksgiving Day and its self-indulgent family feasting with a National Day of Atonement accompanied by a self-reflective collective fasting.”
-No Thanks To Thanksgiving by Robert Jenson
“Yes, I am an American. But I am an American in revolt. I am revolted by the holiday known as Thanksgiving. I have been accused of wanting to go backwards in time, of being against progress. To those charges, I plead guilty. I want to go back in time to when people lived communally, before the colonists’ Christian god was brought to these shores to sanctify their terrorism, their slavery, their hatred of children, their oppression of women, their holocausts.” -First Genocide, Then Lie About It: Why I Hate Thanksgiving by Julian Real
I had the great pleasure of seeing Buddy Wakefield perform live not too long ago and I was completely blown away, as I had only recently discovered his work. Earlier today, I posted a quote from Utah Phillips on Tumblr and someone e-mailed me the text of a poem that Wakefield wrote called Horsehead, which he wrote for Utah. I love these six degrees of separation moments.
This poem is amazing, and to hear it spoken, it is even more beautiful. I have long been an admirer of Utah Phillips and had the honor of meeting him before he passed away. This poem, which was written in his honor, encapsulates his life, his story, and his passing with strength and grace.