Projectile Vomit the President

Projectile Vomit the President

I vomited around 1pm today – the day a man named Trump became the president of the US.

I’ve absorbed the feelings of the people around me and my body has rejected the fear, vitriol, and pride swirling through space.

What do you do when you’ve consumed something that isn’t pure, something that’s toxic, something that doesn’t nourish you, something viral that plans to systematically attack every cell of your body?

You vomit.

Your body knows it shouldn’t be there, so it ejects the offending substance.

 

I want to eject this money worshiping lost man from the presidency.

It’s difficult to call him a man. A man is meant to be so much more – a protector and provider, never a predator.

Piles of gold do not make a great man.

Popularity does not make a great man.

Trump is not a great man. He is a small man lost in the illusion of power, yet having none.

 

I want to eject money worshipping everywhere.

I want to eject all the poison-

poison air,

poison water,

and mostly poison words and beliefs.

 

Money worshiping is no different than heroin. People will kill themselves – even each other – to feed the ego. We are all vulnerable. If not money, it is something else.

We must bring each other cool cloths for our necks and rub each others backs while we projectile vomit everything that is not true and nourishing. Then we must give each other love and support to silence the ego that worships poison.

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Women’s March

I just joined the Disability March, which was a pleasant surprise to discover – especially since I cancelled my reservation to March in NYC is Saturday. See explanation below:

Decided not to go to the Women’s March in NYC after much deliberation and many signs from the Divine – that deep reflection, prayer, meditation, and even some grieving is needed from me more than my presence at the March. Despite wanting approval from others and wanting to be a part of this, I’m following my guidance. I believe every action and thought is powerful. This is not about my physical and mental health or courage. It is about making a conscious decision. I’ll be giving my seat and signs away to someone who wants to go.

I’ve known that my soul is starving to write — write about this March, write about my frustrations with activism, write about my personal relation to this big picture… Don’t ask me why I resist writing. I don’t know. It makes no sense since it is nourishment to me. I am grateful for this little push that actually stuck and I plan to write some more – after I pay my damn bills, which I’ve been resisting as well. I may be in a little depression (pretending that I’ve ever been out of it). Me and at least 25% of the US are pretty depressed at my estimation. That’s not including people all over the world biting their nails over what this giant infant will do.

I made this meme for my application to join the March. I hate putting my face on the internet, but a gnarly belly button doesn’t bother me.

disability-march-meme

 

I also had to write a “why do I want to join the Disability March” essay under 300 words. At first, I wondered how I would get past 10 words. Then, I ended up whittling it down before I could get it all out. (See below.)

 

I planned to attend the Women’s March over a month ago with concern over whether I would be feeling well enough on the 21st. If I did go, I would have to dehydrate myself, miss meals, and wear leakage protection. I would be down for the count days afterward. Prayer, meditation, and writing would be the best use of my specific talents and more energy efficient.
I was willing to go because I value human rights and the planet. We need to protect women and girls from physical and verbal abuse and slavery. We need to protect women’s rights to healthcare, freedom of choice, and equal pay. We need to protect the rights of physically and mentally disabled people, people of all skin tones, origins, beliefs, sexual preferences, gender identities, and socio-economic situations. We need to protect our Mother Earth who nourishes and shelters our animal cousins and us.

I march because it is a matter of life and death. I march because my nephews, niece, all the children and their children deserve to be nourished and sustained by this beautiful planet. I march for peace.

I watched as legislators chipped away at women’s rights to healthcare and voter’s rights. I watched as they made it easier for corporations to profit off the people. I watched as people were bombed by drones; shot with rubber bullets, water cannons, and clubbed for protecting their water source; as police murdered black men and women all over this country, as privileged white men raped women without consequence and killed out of hate.

I didn’t just watch. I marched. I spoke. I wrote. I sang. I donated. I organized.

I march to wake up those who are sleeping. I march to build our Power. I march because the world needs us.

 

Now I’m wondering how I forgot to mention that my life is going to be seriously fucked if I lose my healthcare, Social Security, and other social services. I try not to go there. No use in feeling bad about things that aren’t happening. That is wasted time.

#poetsandwritersstandagainsttrump

#westandagainstthispresident

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Hydrogen Breath Test

Hands of circular grey clock moving round

Tick, tick, ticking

 

Latex, chemical, stale, ink

Sick sweet vomit

 

Smooth paper, rough linen, cool air, spongy chair

Overgrowth = Dysbiosis

 

 

Corporations are killing us

My breath is life

 

Free-flowing, comfortable joy

Big love

 

Connections astound, share energy

Forgive

 

Things that are empty can be filled

Take heart

 

Things that are blocked can be cleared

Move on

coloring-in-progress

 

© J. Rae

 

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Writing Routine

Writing Routine

Hope it sticks.

· Clean desk, or move all the shit on your desk to the table.

· Feel grateful that you put some things away – especially the important stuff.

· Put things in places where they make sense, or where they will be a step closer to making sense.

· Disinfect, wipe and dry the desk and the contents on the surface of the desk.

· Put recharged crystal on desk – to keep the energy light.

· Fill up the humidifier and add essential oils. Vetiver is your favorite.

· Get water.

· Get tea.

· Moisturize hands.

· Set timer.

· Shift monitor and keyboard to best possible positions.

· Open new document.

· Start typing.

· Feel tense in arms and hands. Worry about ulnar nerve entrapment, tenosynovitis, carpal tunnel, and if you can afford regular trips to the clinical massage therapist who plays Grateful Dead while she works.

· Feel good about this new habit you’re starting. Beat down doubting Harriet. Fuck you Harriet.

· Beg for more time.

· Wonder why it is an effort to write in one voice or one tense. Tick-tick-tick-tick…

· Watch your mind busy itself with…

o wondering what’s going on in facebook. Same shit. Don’t worry about it.

o wondering if you’ll ever meet someone super cool. Whatever. Meet yourself. Peace.

· Is the time up when it dings, or when it’s stops ticking?

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POETS & WRITERS STAND AGAINST TRUMP 01.20.2017 AT 8PM

Write.

R.M. ENGELHARDT

 

 

POETS & WRITERS STAND AGAINST TRUMPPOETS & WRITERS STAND AGAINST TRUMP  : JANUARY 20th, 2017 AT 8PM


On Friday, January 20th Donald J. Trump will be sworn in as The President of the United States of America.

This will be a very sad day indeed. And as poets and writers everywhere we need to speak up and say what needs to be said, and share those words with our nation and the world.

So here’s what we do.

At EXACTLY 8pm on the evening of Friday, January 20th I’m asking all my friends and fellow writers and poets to simultaneously all post a poem or prose piece against the election and presidency of Trump. Post it on Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, WordPress …

EVERYWHERE.

That’s it, that’s all we need to do but we must all be united in this protest.

No matter who you are, what country, what race or what nationality…

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Bomb Trains! – the Song & Poem

Bomb Train Response 5-7-15

Here’s a song I wrote about the dangers of Bomb Trains (trains carrying crude-oil all over North America), that I truly believe was given to me by God. The melody came to me in my sleep, and I got up and completed the lyrics by morning. Wish that happened more often. You would think it would be otherworldly, but it’s just an important message. Maybe it’ll piss you off, give you hope, or motivate you to take action.  If anyone wants to publish one or both of these, or alter these for social justice work – please private message me. Sharing is encouraged.

I haven’t gotten around to writing out the melody and chords, but listen to the Bomb Trains! song for an albeit, rough rendition on youtube. My thanks to Terri Roben for her guidance on melody and lyrics, her voice and guitar. Also thanks to my friend who wishes to remain anonymous. (The odd spacing and fonts are of no significance other than the orneriness of wordpress. I have no patience to sit and tweak it for hours until it comes out right.  😡   )

The Song

Bomb Trains!

(Verse 1)

47 dead in one small town
when a train explosion took them down-
Giant sticks of dynamite
terrorize our neighborhoods every night.

We demand environmental justice.
No such thing as acceptable life losses!

(Chorus)

Bomb Trains, Bomb Trains-
How many lives will be sacrificed
for Big Oil’s corporate gains?

(Verse 2)

Global made their plans behind our backs,
running unsafe tank cars on the tracks.
(200) black cars everyday
filled with crude oil makin’ their way

down to the Port of (Albany)
threatening our public health and safety.

(Chorus)

Bomb Trains, Bomb Trains-
How many lives will be sacrificed
for Big Oil’s corporate gains?

(Verse 3)

The company profits on a gamble,
but disasters will be left for us to handle.

Safe energy is attainable,

divest in fossil fuels, choose sustainable.

With 5 explosions in two years,
similar tragedies could happen here. It could happen here!

(Chorus)

Bomb Trains, Bomb Trains-
How many lives will be sacrificed
for Big Oil’s corporate gains?

(Bridge)
No more oil, gas, and coal.
Solar power is our goal.

It’s time to change, make new choices.
The world NEEDs us

to RAISE our voices!!

(Chorus)

Bomb Trains, Bomb Trains-
How many lives will be sacrificed
for Big Oil’s corporate gains?


(Verse 4)

Spread the word – with neighbor residents.
Make your voice heard right up to the president.

We have power to build traction.
Won’t give up ‘til there’s appropriate action.

(Chorus)

Bomb train, bomb trains-
How many lives will be sacrificed
for Big Oils corporate gains?

Bomb train, bomb trains-
How many lives will be sacrificed
for Big Oils corporate gains?

How many lives will be sacrificed

for Big Oils corporate gains?

 

The following a poem version of a song I wrote to raise awareness about the short and long-term dangers of transporting crude oil by rail in the city of Albany and beyond.

The Poem

Bomb Trains!

47 dead in one small town
when a train explosion took them down.
Giant sticks of dynamite
terrorize our neighborhoods every night.

We demand environmental justice.
There’s no such thing as acceptable life losses!

To call them Bomb Trains is no exaggeration.

Time ticking towards the next Conflagration.

Global made their plans behind our backs,
running unsafe tank cars on the tracks.
200 black cars everyday
filled with crude oil making their way

down to the Port of Albany
threatening our public health and safety.

To call them Bomb Trains is no exaggeration.

Time ticking towards the next Conflagration.

The company profits on a gamble,
but disasters will be left for us to handle.

Safe energy is attainable.

Divest in fossil fuels, choose sustainable.

With 5 explosions in two years,
similar tragedies could happen here.

It could happen – here!

To call them Bomb Trains is no exaggeration.

Time ticking towards the next Conflagration.

No more oil, gas, and coal.
Solar power is our goal.

It’s time to change, make new choices.
The world NEEDs us to

RAISE our voices!!

We have power to build traction.
We won’t give up until there’s appropriate action.

Together we will be

stronger than this rabid greed.

Spread the word – with local residents.

Make your voice heard, right up to the president.

Ask him –
How many lives will be sacrificed
for Big Oils corporate gains?

 

© J. Rae

 

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Albany Opposes Pilgrim Oil Pipelines in Late Night Vote

Glad someone blogged about this!

Protecting Our Waters

Community to Council: “We Aim to Stop These Pipelines”

Albany Willie White testifying Common Council May 16 2016Willie WhiteAVillage Executive Director, testifies against Pilgrim pipelines. Photo: Iris Marie Bloom

The City of Albany Common Council voted on Monday, May 16th to oppose the Pilgrim oil pipelines, two proposed pipelines which would begin and end in Albany, New York. A standing-room-only crowd, 18 of whom testified against what one speaker called the “preposterous Pilgrim pipelines,” packed into City Hall at 7 PM. The energetic crowd, including Ezra Prentice Homes residents, faith leaders, union members, health professionals, and environmental and climate justice advocates, toughed it out in the increasingly warm and airless chamber until the vote was called at 11:15 PM.  “That was a real nail-biter,” commented Albany resident Roger Downs, Conservation Chair, Sierra Club Atlantic Chapter, after the vote. Downs had been the first to testify in favor of the Resolution Opposing Pilgrim Pipelines, more than…

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