New Poetry

Untitled (The River Runs Yellow, August 2015)

The River ran Yellow in Colorado
When the river ran yellow past
The outfitter’s shack, kayaks lined up
Colorful, in Back
They could smell it coming first
Loaded with silt and clouds of poison
A heavy-hearted river full of sighs
Something rotten in the Animas
And coming downstream fast
The rainbow trout winking out like stars at dawn
And all the apocolyptic chemistry
Cascading and assailing invisibilia,
The magic microscopic lego-like pieces upon which
Everything is built
Begins a domino affect
A yellow light means caution, a warning
But Gold is King
So we careen through our intersection
With the world
Like a drunken teen in someone else’s car
Will we beat the light this time,
Or be hit by natural consequences?
Brace yourselves for impact

Untitled (August 2015)

Me, I’m Not
You , my friend, are a winner!
Ding, ding, ding
Happy happenstance in the living lottery
Genetically consistent maybe
Or just expected features
Yes, save that ticket, and no regrets
Watch local programming to see if
Circumstance graces your appropriate presentation,
and properly apportioned face
With its geranium kiss
At home in the temple of the soul
In fellowship, a member
Of the congregation at last
But me, I’m not
I’m just the beggar on the outside steps
Making everyone uncomfortable
So drop a coin in my bowl and meet my eye (I)
As you pass by
(and I do not)

We have new t-shirts!

T-shirt

Thanks to some wonderful people on the West Coast we finally have new Marius Mason t-shirts!

T-shirts can be ordered by emailing uncontrollableandfree at gmail dot com.  Shirts currently come in black, grey, and hot pink in sizes YXL to XXL.  Sliding scale $10-15 plus shipping costs, payment will be possible via paypal, money order, or well-concealed cash.  Let us know if you want one for yourself or a bunch for an event or infoshop in your neighborhood.

Hooray! Marius Is Out of the SHU!

We have good news! Marius was transferred out of the SHU (or Special Housing Unit) on Saturday, August 1st, after nearly a month and a half of solitary confinement.

At this time, we do not know how the alleged violation cited by prison officials as the basis for his punishment will affect Marius in the long term, but we do know that in addition to the time he spent in the SHU, more restrictions have been placed on him that further limit his already limited life in the Administration Unit at the Federal Medical Center Carswell in Fort Worth, Texas.

While we are overjoyed that Marius is out of the terrible and dispiriting world of solitary confinement, we cannot forget where Marius is—prison. The Administration Unit at Carswell is gymnasium-sized, holds up to 20 prisoners, and is frequently and unpredictably locked down for hours on end due to violence and suicide attempts resulting from the claustrophobic and oppressive conditions.

We urge all of you to write Marius a letter or drop a line with a postcard. Your solidarity matters!

M Mason #04672-061
FMC Carswell
Federal Medical Center
P.O. Box 27137
Fort Worth, TX 76127

Announcing the ‘Marius Mason Wing’ of the Lucy Parsons Library at The Base in Brooklyn!

We are pleased to announce the opening of the “Marius Mason Wing” at the Lucy Parsons Library, a radical lending library located at The Base, an anarchist social center in Brooklyn, NY.

Marius read these books in prison and wanted to share them with other activists. Thanks to the fine folks at The Base, these books are available to everyone for free—all you need is a Lucy Parsons Library card! We encourage everyone to check out these books and to write Marius afterward with your thoughts!

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Painting and Poetry – Trophallaxis

“We have fed you all for a thousand years,Illustration - bees
And you hail us still unfed…” these
Stark words of the old Wobbly song
Still time enough now, a hundred years on.
But more so, for millennia more (now)
The tiny, winged workers diligently toil in field
And orchards, bring our good to fruit, fill tables
With all good things that grow, they serve
Like saints, suffer like martyrs and
Share like good anarchists do, or could,
This bond of food, of plenty, forges
Our connection across species and makes the
Gathering of tribes a glad thing.
Leave it to the Greeks! Those feisty defiers
Of Capital’s call to fall in line,
To debt and submission – not they!
But, they have named the bond of bees, who
Share knowledge and community with food,
Trophallaxis, from mouth to mouth, a kiss.
So we can also feed each other, as gardens
Grow, we will grow again,
Together.

A message and painting from Marius commemorating World Oceans Day

“We’ve celebrated Earth Day every year since 1970.  But this day committed to being mindful of the importance of the oceans has only been happening since 2008.  With the recent oil spill in the Santa Barbara coast and with the now melted polar seas open for both navigation and oil exploration – it is fitting that we take time as citizens of the world to reflect upon the fact that the oceans and the life they sustain are the underpinnings of the health of the planet as a whole.

From the smallest lifeforms, the plankton community, comes the replenishment of our atmosphere.  We are as dependent upon the tiny plant and animals that make up the plankton; as the fish, mantas and whales who feel upon them directly.  The oceans touch every continent and any damage to them is felt throughout the ecosphere.  They regulate temperature and help absorb some of the heat produced by human activities.  – thus slowing the process of global warming from what is would otherwise become, moderating climate.  The oceans supply half our oxygen and absorb CO2 releasing into the atmosphere – but the oceans capacity to cleanse and support our world is quickly becoming overwhelmed,  what we decide to do now to protect our oceans is one of the most important questions facing humanity and will save our future or seal our doom.

Remember Deepwater Horizon, the Exxon disaster and the Santa Barbara spill – and stop Shell from defiling the Arctic,  Act to defend the seas,

Love and solidarity (on June 8th and every day)

 

This painting was made by putting deodorant on an ad page in my magazine and swirling the color to make a kind of scratch board…The image was made using a plastic spoon tip.”
A World of Plankton