Blood stains the ground
at a gas station where the reporter of the Diario de Acayucan, Candido
Rios Vazquez, was murdered in Hueyapan de Ocampo, Veracruz state,
Mexico, Wednesday, Aug. 23, 2017. The National Human Rights Commission
said that Rios was the ninth journalist slain so far this year in
Mexico. Rios reportedly had been threatened repeatedly since 2012 by a
former mayor of Hueyapan de Ocampo.: photo by Felix Marquez/AP, 23 August 2017
Blood stains the ground
at a gas station where the reporter of the Diario de Acayucan, Candido
Rios Vazquez, was murdered in Hueyapan de Ocampo, Veracruz state,
Mexico, Wednesday, Aug. 23, 2017. The National Human Rights Commission
said that Rios was the ninth journalist slain so far this year in
Mexico. Rios reportedly had been threatened repeatedly since 2012 by a
former mayor of Hueyapan de Ocampo.: photo by Felix Marquez/AP, 23 August 2017
Josephine Miles: Belief
Mother said to call her if the H-bomb exploded
And I said I would, and it about did
When Louis my brother robbed a service station
And lay cursing on the oily cement in handcuffs.
But by that time it was too late to tell Mother,
She was too sick to worry the life out of her
Over why why. Causation is sequence
And everything is one thing after another.
Besides, my other brother, Eddie, had got to be President,
And you can't ask too much of one family.
The chances were as good for a good future
As bad for a bad one.
Therefore it was surprising that, as we kept the newspapers from Mother,
She died feeling responsible for a disaster unverified,
Murmuring, in her sleep as it seemed, the ancient slogan
Noblesse oblige.
Josephine Miles (1911-1985): Belief, 1955, from Collected Poems 1930-1985
Joshua Wong addresses the media before being sentenced at Hong Kong’s High Court @AFP @AFPphoto: image via Anthony Wallace @AntAFP, 17 August 2017
This anecdote in @wpjenna's piece on Trump's rally breaks my heart a little bit.: image via Sara Murray @SaraMurray, 23 August 2017
President Donald Trump
walks from Marine One across the South Lawn of the White House in
Washington, Wednesday, Aug. 23, 2017, as he returns from Reno, Nev.: photo by Carolyn Kaster/AP, 23 August 2017
President Donald Trump
walks from Marine One across the South Lawn of the White House in
Washington, Wednesday, Aug. 23, 2017, as he returns from Reno, Nev.: photo by Carolyn Kaster/AP, 23 August 2017
#11: photo by ashnolo, 30 July 2017
#11: photo by ashnolo, 30 July 2017
#11: photo by ashnolo, 30 July 2017
Kolkata 2017: photo by Pau Buscató, 31 January 2017
woman in car: photo by tonywoodphoto, 14 October 2016
woman in car: photo by tonywoodphoto, 14 October 2016
woman in car: photo by tonywoodphoto, 14 October 2016
driver [Thailand]: photo by ISSARET CHALERMSOPONE, 3 June 2017
driver [Thailand]: photo by ISSARET CHALERMSOPONE, 3 June 2017
driver [Thailand]: photo by ISSARET CHALERMSOPONE, 3 June 2017
Chicago, IL.: photo by Mike McCawley, 21 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by Marco, 18 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by Marco, 18 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by Marco, 18 August 2017
smokeroom. Fukuoka, Japan.: photo by TC, 2 May 2017
smokeroom. Fukuoka, Japan.: photo by TC, 2 May 2017
smokeroom. Fukuoka, Japan.: photo by TC, 2 May 2017
Seoul: photo by Brendan O Sé, 11 August 2016
Seoul: photo by Brendan O Sé, 11 August 2016
Seoul: photo by Brendan O Sé, 11 August 2016
Untitled [nyc]: photo by Matt Anderson, 9 August 2017
Untitled [nyc]: photo by Matt Anderson, 9 August 2017
Untitled [nyc]: photo by Matt Anderson, 9 August 2017
dimensions. Yamaguchi, Japan.: photo by TC, 3 May 2017
So Seoul: photo by Brendan O Sé, 10 August 2016
So Seoul: photo by Brendan O Sé, 10 August 2016
So Seoul: photo by Brendan O Sé, 10 August 2016
asahi. Fukuoka, Japan.: photo by TC, 6 May 2017
Whip. Bangkok, Thailand.: photo by Job Jetwichan Chaowadee, 14 August 2017
Whip. Bangkok, Thailand.: photo by Job Jetwichan Chaowadee, 14 August 2017
Whip. Bangkok, Thailand.: photo by Job Jetwichan Chaowadee, 14 August 2017
[untitled]: photo by Setsiri Silapasuwanchai, 7 January 2017
Somewhere in Normandy II: photo by Punkroyaltiger, 22 August 2017
LA: photo by Missy Prince, 12 May 2017
[Untitled]: photo by Missy Prince, 16 August 2017
Delhi, India 2016: photo by Johannes Saal, 14 December 2016
Untitled [Taiwan]: photo by Liszt Chang, 20 August 2017
Untitled [Taiwan]: photo by Liszt Chang, 20 August 2017
Untitled [Taiwan]: photo by Liszt Chang, 20 August 2017
Beerburrum Pine Plantation, Glasshouse Mountains [Australia]: photo by Chris Fagerlund, 24 July 2017
Beerburrum Pine Plantation, Glasshouse Mountains [Australia]: photo by Chris Fagerlund, 24 July 2017
Beerburrum Pine Plantation, Glasshouse Mountains [Australia]: photo by Chris Fagerlund, 24 July 2017
[Untitled]: photo by wide open source, 23 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by wide open source, 23 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by wide open source, 23 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by gilles, 9 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by gilles, 9 August 2017
[Untitled]: photo by gilles, 9 August 2017
#13: photo by THANASORN JANEKANJIT, 20 August 2017
#13: photo by THANASORN JANEKANJIT, 20 August 2017
#13: photo by THANASORN JANEKANJIT, 20 August 2017
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Glen Campbell: By the Time I Get To Phoenix (live)
Take me to the alley by Gregory Porter at Cobb Energy (6.23.17)
The Jaynettes: Sally Go Round the Roses (1963)
Niela Miller: Baby Please Don't Go To Town (1962)
Tim Rose: Hey Joe (live 1967)
QMS: Mona (live, Sebastopol, early 1970)
Chinese went to Peru to mine guano at the same time as they went to the US to work on the transcontinental railroad. The fact that they could find bones today is an indication how mistreated they were, particularly as compared to those who worked on the railroad (which was no paradise). It's the same group of people from Guangdong who went to Peru and Cuba (sugar cane) and the US. Peru and Cuba Chinese were indentured workers, basically enslaved and more accurately termed "coolies." In the US they were free workers who signed contract to repay loans for boat fare. (The Big Four were anti-slavery Republicans and they made sure the workers were not indentured to fend off criticism.) The workers also paid a small amount for Chinese doctors along the work route and for burial expenses. Tradition had it that someone who died was buried for several years, until the flesh rotted from the bones, then the bones were ritually gathered together in a box (sitting up) and sent back home to be buried in the village. It's very important to be returned home. So, the fact that they found bones indicates that he was killed in a terrible accident and his body could not be recovered - or the workers were so exploited that they didn't even have the means to ship the bones of the dead back home. Workers were so mistreated in Cuba that the Qing Dynasty sent an investigative team there, did excellent research very useful to learning about the railroad workers (again, same group of people), and the Empire banned any more workers from going to Cuba because of the horrific treatment.
Thanks very much Hilton, would that a wise historian might arrive to help out with captioning for every picture here.
When I picked out that one (in some ways an odd selection), and placed it where I did (immediate funerary post-phoenix drumpf adjacency), I did indeed have some of that same history in mind, of course, among other things.
The photo kicks off eerie ripple effects of horror reflection, as so often with unexpected images, when history abruptly emerges with its shadow truths to interrupt and trouble the present.
The past now always bearing down on us, perhaps not unlike these great global atmospheric movements, uncontrollable climate genie our brainless spawn having popped bottle to emerge as itself in turn a historical actor for good and all never for better always worse -- by which we can and may yet all be blown away and reduced to tomb dust...
I mean massive East Asian monsoon season Hong Kong typhoon Bay of Bengal rising rising, all spiralling unwinding corkscrewing east back to west, and over at the other end intrepid jackrabbit Harvey just hopping onshore, not to mention all that good slipping, sliding and sinking the signs here say lies just round the tippy listing corner, if you get what I mean.
I'm just blabbering because Chinese railroad workers (and related things) is what I'm working on now. You set off an involuntary lecture. Your image and text poems are psychic dream/reality scapes of great power. I'm addicted to them.
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