This time I almost wanted to believe you
when you said it would be alright
you wanted to end the suffering;
And the deliberateness of the wrongs
were only in my imagination
This time I almost wanted
to believe you
when you implied
the times of sorrow
were buried in the past
never would we
have to worry
about shadows and
memories clinging
and draining
the strength
from our souls
This time I almost wanted
to believe you
when you spoke
of peace and love
and caring and duty
and God and destiny
But somehow the
death in your eyes
and your bombs
and your taxes
and your greed
told me
this time
I cannot afford
to believe you.
-John Trudell from Living in Reality
Author Archives: d.perry
Industrial Slave
capitalist and communist
imperialists
smiling with false faces
beckoning us
with their lies about progress
wanting us to enjoy
the rape of the Earth
and our minds
Industrial Slave
forked tongue legalistic contract
chains
turning our visions into tech no logical
dreams
national security war makers
desecrating the natural world
and god still trying to get over
what you done to his boy
Industrial Slave
material bound
law and ORDER
religious salvation
individually alone
Industrial Slave.
-John Trudell from Living in Reality
The Icarus story is a philosophy of life I always aspire to live up to. I interpret the mythology a bit differently from the common interpretation.
The story of Icarus is often told as a cautionary tale about the fate of man overreaching his limits. But for me, regardless of whether the outcome is a success or failure, the moment in which we try to become something more, is powerful in itself. We’ve all been told the story of Icarus, the boy who flew too close to the sun, but we haven’t been told the story of the boy who flew to a height no one else had ever reached. This is the Icarus that I wanted the EP to explore. Not just the success but also the failers [sic]. I wanted to celebrate all aspects of it.
-Sarah Bonito
Morgan Talty
Q: How did you arrive at a structure of interwoven short stories?
A: By pure accident, and maybe intuition, and I think respect for the idea of story. If there were no human beings on this planet, story would still exist, there would still be the ability for stories to be told and seen and witnessed, but by whom is the question – the animals and the earth. I don’t think story is something that human beings invented; it was there, and we found it. At a certain point when I’m drafting something – this sounds New Age-y or whatnot – I really feel like I’m communicating with this other thing. I don’t like to plot or plan anything because I feel like I need to figure out what the story wants. It’s sort of like this collaboration. I’m collaborating with art, in a sense.
Buying Time
With the money they made by stealing our land
They have bought themselves some time—
Air time
Water time
War time
And underground time.
By that they believe that they have bought history.
But when I look back, past the hundred of years
Of history they claim to own,
Through our own thousands of years,
And when I think of the million of red flowers
That opened each Spring of those thousands of years
No matter how white the winters,
I see hours like stars in the eyes of our children.
—Jimmie Durham