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vision
for the children of Flint,
Chicago, and everywhere
often, driving down lake shore drive
on a blue-skied day
sunlight glittering off the lake
and all the city’s buildings
i think how beautiful it is,
and also – yes – how ugly
and how much more beautiful it will be
when all the city’s children
are living lives fit for children
free to swim in
and drink from the lake
with pure water
fit for a lake
-Adam Gottlieb
UTILITY
The Indian film Water opens with a child bride,
newly widowed, and sent to live among monks.
Much surface beauty – pools and waterfalls and water poured.
The barren yet contemplative lives made my teeth ache.
What sustains us more than water? Subcontractors profiting by 4 cents
rather than 2? South Africa, Haiti – it could never happen here.
Cholera is for other, poorer, privatized or disaster-prone places.
Across this country there are lead-leaching water systems
But we’ll get to the infrastructure repairs. Someday.
Before another Flint or shuttered Detroit.
I can remember when we once had public utilities. Water
was one such utility, provided by our local governments,
as an essential product from our common civic life.
-Elizabeth Marino
The Water Condemns You
The water condemns you
Heavy with the lead of fiscal responsibility
The clear see-through seer rages:
“Your prudence is poison.”
The people condemn you
Stomachs sick with the angry water
They line the streets of the city shouting:
“Let water be life to our bodies!”
The water condemns us all.
We have gone too far now.
We cannot discern medicine from disease,
sickness from solution.
Our minds are murky,
our systems have shed their sense of servitude.
This is the symbolism of contaminated things:
the game becomes the obligation of its players.
So if anyone doubts the politics of Profit
Or the anarchy of The Bottom Line
Let them run a bath in Flint,
Michigan
And soak condemned in the water’s revenge.
-Alex Barbera
To the Brothers and Sisters of Flint, Michigan
I am sorry.
I know that is not enough.
I hear they are making you pay for water,
as though that is what truly comes out of your pipes,
I hear they knew for longer than we ever could have,
I hear they can threaten to take away your growing families
if you do not put up with it, I hear
they ask you to put up with it.
I hope you don’t.
I hope you throw water balloons at their open windows,
let them splatter through the screens,
soak into their legal documents,
cover their family photos. I hope
you wield squirt guns,
and run through the city like children again,
spraying every suit you can find,
soaking their ironed out wrinkles,
they’re protective dry cleans.
Tell them lead is the new gold.
That everyone is talking about it,
people are even paying for it nowadays.
Tell them burnt brown is the new black,
it makes Greed as clear as water,
practically see-through,
so easy to rid it of stains.
Flint,
I haven’t written your name down enough times.
And I know we will never be able to speak of you enough,
never find the right number of times to say your name
over dinner, in passing, as loud as we can.
And now talk of the primaries has overshadowed you, and
I can’t help but think you sit there and wonder
who is least likely to poison my children
Again?
I do not know the answer.
I am not sure there is one.
-Michelle Saltouros
It’s Not the Same River
“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” Heraclitus, 535-475 BCE
“We are all related” – Lakota prayer
Ninety-six percent of water on earth is saline.
The water swimming in my cells,
The water that bathes my cells,
The water coursing in my bloodstream,
All of it is saline.
We cannot drink salt water.
Aquifers make up thirty percent of the four percent that is fresh water.
Lying deep beneath the arid desert,
Beneath the flat Midwestern plains,
Beneath the big-sky buttes of Montana,
Beneath the putrid oil wells of the Texas panhandle.
California almonds drink this water when people cannot.
Nestlé bottles what the people may not drink.
The amount of water used to supply the world’s golf courses
Is the same as the amount that could supply all the world’s people.
Japan had 23 golf courses before World War II.
They found their error
And built three thousand courses.
An anti-haiku.
Lake Huron is the third largest fresh water lake on earth.
Flint, Michigan, lying near the shores of Lake Huron,
Started using Flint River water instead.
(It takes its name from the Ojibwe language, when the river ran pure).
But river water flowed past the industrial factories
That built Flint, and discharged chemical waste
Turning clear water a muddy brown,
Infected with retch-inducing odors,
Cancer-causing chemicals and corrosive salts
That leached lead from the pipes in lethal doses.
When people showered,
Water brought rashes and pain to their bleeding skin.
Sixty percent of the human body is water.
We humans need water more than we need food.
Why do capitalist private profiteers get to drain our aquifers?
Flint is a lesson and a call to wake up.
No one can make the babies come back,
But we can have clean, free water for all
By ending the rule of private property
That protects golf courses and
Preys upon the lives of our people.
We are all related.
-Lewis Rosenbaum
Truth Leaks Out
She sweats in August
Wipes her baby’s face
Can’t bathe him
In the sink anymore
Tapwater rashes
Sting his skin.
Laundry mounds up
Like lies from downtown
Flint’s water is safe.
Truth leaks out
They sold her city.
A few bottles given
By the church or Red Cross
By neighbors who can
Barely afford a gallon jug.
America is a rich country
She never visits.
Factory doors here
Boarded up like scars
Where Dad worked, where Mom worked,
Where Grandma and Grandpa first met
Among the sparkplugs.
Every day she types applications
On the library computer,
Interview shoes
Pinching sweaty feet.
She imagines
A bubble bath for her son
A wading pool in the yard
A crystal blue water cooler.
-Jill Charles
City in distress
Elixir of Life
Turned Poison for people
City in Distress
Words can’t heal
Human Suffering
That Words can’t heal – but our
Joint actions can
Demo-crazy
A City in Pain
A Country Blind to its pain
Hale Demo-crazy!
-Yoges V R
Contaminated
How could you know about the mark
you bear and wear? It’s invisible to the naked
eye. Corporations wish they couldn’t
see you. While you thirst, they swim
in rivers banked with gold. Sipping
sweet tea, frozen daiquiris, ice
water with slices of lime over power
lunches, ignoring those who are parched
enough to sip to survive. They poison
your children. Flint is a burial ground
you must unearth. They know water
has become currency, fuel. God
sees all, including the shameful oceans
of poverty they’ve drowned you in. Blink
and you will the miss opportunity to drink
from the fresh fountain of your natural
flowing freedom.
-David-Matthew Barnes
Listen to me
This is important
I will bathe you in an ocean
If I could only see
The sickness leave you
I will plunge us
Into the depths
Of the subconsciously ineffable
If you teach me to swim
Among the wreckage
Listen, listen, dear
1,000 miles from here there is
A better world. But why
Why can’t we have it here? Why
can’t your ship be near?
-Gino Figlio
OLD BRIDGE NEW BRIDGE
When I saw Bridges’ Pic
I had them with everything
including myself, the river and land.
These appear as “gurus”
feeling in love
with these pieces of Sky and Earth
wanting aloneness, space, peace
and clarification of our needs
and I began to root in them
for awhile.
These are any iron road that we could follow
without preconception:
an entrance and exit into the World¡
I thought of them
as our own personal Buddha:
The one that was going to show us the way
to Live and Pass on Earth
two bridges that only together do they Exist
the Old and the New
as a whole.
Who am we?
Asses trapped in between packsaddles and bridges
to recognize our nature
to clarify all our needs
and the quietness of an afternoon
reviving songs
that fill all senses, all forms, all space, all rivers
all these symbols, all our thoughts:
Old and New
New and Old
Life and Death
Weak and Strong
Happy and Bad
Black and White
Woman and Man.
The Old Bridge and the New Bridge
are in the growth of our wisdom
to recognize our nature
to clarify all our dreams
and the plain truth:
That we come to live and pass
on Earth.
-Daniel de Cullá
DEEP WATERS
Conception sea
…that of the young sweaty bodies of my parents penetrating each other in the allowed matrimonial bed, in Franco regime Spain that had stolen so much life from them. At the hour of the siesta, after bathing in a nearby beach where they came to be anointed with the salt and the sun. With spare time at last to give way to their desire and lust…
Childhood sea
…of crammed beaches where oily bodies get toasted among towels and umbrellas, blaring portable radios, bread and tomato sandwiches and piles o garbage, next to pine forests and ongoing construction, eating tribal rice and seafood, floating on rubber tires and using underwater glasses to look at the then remaining seahorses…sea of fishermen that auction off the fish they got with their tiny boats and women who sew the gaudy colored nets in the boats with every day common names…a sea of plastic shovels and buckets and sand castles. And mom shouting «hey kids, enough is enough, look at your wrinkled fingers, get out of the water, time to go back home…»
First love sea
On the fierce North Sea, of the metal gray colour of a sky filled with clouds, at the restaurant at the end of the pier on Scheveningen beach…a sea with the sound of violins that come to play at our table as I dare to raise my face and get stuck for ever in the depth of your blue eyes…where many years later, when you die, I make an offer of a white rose from a distant continent…
Mythical legendary sea
..of the travellers who cannot find their way home where their wife weaves and un-weaves and fills herself with patience to get rid of false lovers and wait for the faithless true one, because on the islands of the return there is an abundance of mermaids, witches and cyclops..
..sea of the young virgins sacrificed to the gods of war that raise the winds and the sails where there was before the dead calm of the stagnation of the unbearable, sea of the revengeful wives who murder the warriors who came back with a loot of young slaves forced to have sex while prophesizing a fate of doom that nobody believed and everyone endured for generations…
Pain and suffering sea
…where millions of radioactive dying fish scream their senseless extinction, where the whales come show us their collective suicide, where hungry Somalian pirates look for a pittance of the food stolen from their people by the industrial navies of corporate fishing that leave no life behind, where the oil companies dump their poison so as to madden cormoran birds, where Bibical tsunamies avenge the soul of the sea by laying waste to the coastal lands, where the plastic bags shape islands of death, where genocidal fleets filled with missiles and drones take a ride, where so many lives have drowned while escaping from computer engineered misery and devastation, where everything has turned to mourning, heartbreak and blunder.
Home forever sea
… you who hear and understand everything. Limitless freedom space that allow us to see, and grow, and live, and enjoy, and understand…
Eternal, infinite, inscrutable sea to which I will always come back, even when this planet of ours , this spec, won’t be a presence any more, won’t even be a remembrance in the cosmic memory of the universe.
-Angelina Llongueras |
