Photos by Amy Fields.
I stepped right off a bus into the throng of the march in progress. We had just chanted outside Chase and Bank of America and were shown where the credit union was.
Governor Gregoire has called a special legislative session for Monday, November 28th. She wants to make more cuts to “balance the budget” on the backs of the poor. Does this seem like a good idea? Or can we see an end to this nonsense. Maybe a general strike is needed. I’m sure lots of concerned voters will want to be there in Olympia for that special session! Sign up here , or go with your fave socialists, unions etc.
And before you go any further, here’s how they do it NY style: How To Make A Billionaire Blink

Diverting traffic. The police were pretty restrained, diverting traffic around the intersection. Perhaps they were trying to atone for beating, macing and arresting people the previous Wednesday during protests against JP Morgan/Chase chief bankster Jamie Dimon.

After 20 or 30 minutes, we were warned that the horse patrol would clear the intersection if we didn’t. The good folks of Occupy Seattle told us that there was pizza, comedians, music and dancing at the plaza.
I tried not to get in the way of the performers and the crowd. Some artists were easier to take multiple photos of, like this next guy. I thought it interesting to see different stages of his jokes:

Comedienne Barbara Sehr was next – a personal favorite – she cracked me up! Oh no, you didn’t say that!

comic 6 – this guy was pretty funny, kind of a loose cannon. Can anyone fill this one’s name in for me?

A band started to play. I was walking away, but the beautiful, echoing voice of the singer and the accompaniment brought me back. I’m glad I went back. These guys were really good, they were wailing.

They’re called Surrealized. These photos are not in sequence – I just tried to tell a little bit of the story. I couldn’t stay for the whole set. See link to their Facebook page below.
Surrealized Facebook page here

trumpet and buildings. See that big wall there? I think this plaza was designed acoustically to be a good performance space. And you’d have to say these guys were using it to its best advantage. Very nice!
June 21, 2011
the foggy keep
Posted by Amy Eighttrack under Buddhism, commentary, Palestine, poetry, socialism | Tags: Buddhism, COINTELPRO, commentary, Native Americans, Palestine, poetry, socialism |Leave a Comment
why I’m a Buddhist and socialist –
a socialist because wealth needs to be redistributed to the needy – health care, education, food, housing and employment… and a Buddhist because I believe in the sanctity of life; and to keep from being ground down and numbed into passivity, the way I see economics affecting people – scarcity ideation
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Men of power, their vassals keep
o’er the air, a foggy sleep
at infernal days end, we mewl as sheep
the fiery furnace, ‘fore to keep.
– A fog of gloom and helplessness
depression, grief – it’s just business
The status quo and its deceit
has sprung its trap on our conceit
For those who dare to dream so free
for immigrants – just misery
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In Palestine, just look and see
the shattered lives – land, sky and sea!
locked down for life, “They must be freed!”
we mutter vaguely, in our safety
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These wars I would not subsidize
homeland insecurity institutionalized
blaming the raped,
the victimized
In the name of democracy
and justice
we know what’s best
– what’s best for us!
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the recent past, COINTELPRO
shot down the leaders here below:
farm workers, Panthers,
anti-war, Chicano,
Native Americans,
feminists and queers,
socialists –
anything that threatened their status quo
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What present COINTELPRO will the future reveal?
The original, so damnably effective!
at creating divisions and scaring
away the righteous
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Lady ‘Day, Lenny Bruce
squeeeeze them for their bitter juice
the drugs, the jails, the brothers still
in slavery’s continu-ation
the cops on the corner, clubs all drawn
hunger for the bloody dawn
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Locked down ourselves, our ruin looms
as millionaires through empty rooms
wander aimless, in laughing fits –
they piss themselves as here we sit!