Hello Comrades, Family and Friends at ABC, Thank you so much for the work you do in supporting prisoners and in educating the public about the reality of incarceration and its effects on the “free” community. Your words have an…
The Griffith Flaw
The Griffith Flaw When I lived in the world Of laboratories, glass, machines and noise, A white-coated novitiate in The delicate chemistry of mixing things, We were warned of the Griffith Flaw in glassware The crystal lattice structure bruise From…
Prison Visit
Prison Visit Prison is Hushed and heavy Like water near the Ocean’s floor, Then loud and bitter, Like fractious storms lashing the sky Everything cement and nerves And too many years gone by… The heart requires a place to rest…
Marie Mason Composes Two Songs- Monsanto Blues, The Door Swings Both Ways
From Marie, So these two songs are an attempt to put music to a friend’s lyrics (and to collaborate on lyrics, as well- Rick’s given me a lot of license to adjust for rhythm and to add lyrics for the…
Blood and Ivory- Song by Marius Mason
Marius Mason composed the following song, Blood and Ivory, while locked up in FMC Carswell. Play it, record it, remix it, and then share it with the Free Marius Committee!
Marie Mason Painting: Ivory Funeral Pyre (Blood, Money, Smoke)
Marie recently completed this painting, inspired by this photo from a 2011 burning of poached ivory. Th feature article, Ivory Worship, documents the religious carving of ivory that fuels the poaching of thousands of elephants each year. Marie elaborates on…
A Thank You from Marie Mason to All Who Wished Her Happy Birthday
Greetings Family and Comrades, Well-wishers, fellow activists, anarchists (and non-be/quantifiable), I want to say thank you for all of the amazing and sweet greetings, cards, letters, photos and artwork that people sent me in response to the event in January.…
Theocracy
Theocracy No disrespect to Detroit’s brilliant, Beleaguered, and recently drug-martyred poet – But Gil Scott-Heron was wrong, wrong, wrong. The revolution Has been televised And trivialized, Made almost antiseptic, it’s apocalyptic attempts Co-opted, contained and commoditized. Now showing, an exhibit…
Shadows
Shadows Sometimes when the paper holds a ghost before the colors touch the page, and shadows rise to the surface of collective conscience, and apparition fast-appearing whole like Venus rising in the foam or, Athena’s agile form Sword-swinging a surprise…
A Tribute to Lonesome George
From Marie, In tribute to the passing of Lonesome George, the last Galapagos Tortoise, this week – I wrote a memorial/did a portrait. Goodbye Lonesome George Good-bye Lonesome George Born when the Titanic Sank beneath the icy waves, Witness to…