City of Joyful Dread

I caught a fever, a holy fire

Month: June, 2014

Bedouin

Negev

we lay on damaged stars
beneath impure heavens

unwelcome wanderers

conquerors of the Negev

ironized, lionized, Zionized
with the old mythology

“a land without a people
for a people without a land”

but don’t wake the baby

don’t break the baby

(the baby doesn’t exist)

on the radio the Teutonic nomad swears
I’ll be your mirror,
reflect what you are

but I don’t recognize your face
in mine

Photo courtesy of http://maryloudriedger2.wordpress.com/tag/negev-desert/.

A brief history of the bumproof bench

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The latest from London courtesy of the Guardian:

Metal studs have been installed outside a block of flats in central London to deter rough sleepers…The installation of the studs outside the flats on Southwark Bridge Road provoked widespread condemnation on Twitter with users claiming homeless people were being treated like vermin because similar metal spikes are used to deter pigeons.

As Ethical Pioneer noted, it seems to be a trend.

For a pre-Rodney King riots LA flashback to the original “bumproof bench,” here’s Mike Davis c. 1990:

One of the most common, but mind-numbing, of these deterrents is the Rapid Transit District’s new barrelshaped bus bench that offers a minimal surface for uncomfortable sitting, while making sleeping utterly impossible. Such ‘bumproof’ benches are being widely introduced on the periphery of Skid Row. Another invention, worthy of the Grand Guignol, is the aggressive deployment of outdoor sprinklers. Several years ago the city opened a ‘Skid Row Park’ along lower Fifth Street, on a corner of Hell. To ensure that the park was not used for sleeping–that is to say, to guarantee that it was mainly utilized for drug dealing and prostitution–the city installed an elaborate overhead sprinkler system programmed to drench unsuspecting sleepers at random times during the night. The system was immediately copied by local businessmen in order to drive the homeless away from adjacent public sidewalks. Meanwhile restaurants and markets have responded to the homeless by building ornate enclosures to protect their refuse. Although no one in Los Angeles has yet proposed adding cyanide to the garbage, as happened in Phoenix a few years back, one popular seafood restaurant has spent $12,000 to build the ultimate bag-lady-proof trash cage: made of three-quarter inch steel rod with alloy locks and vicious outturned spikes to safeguard priceless moldering fishheads and stale french fries.

Draconian, unfair, unjust, and ugly in every sense, but legal? Anatole France as always has the last word: The poor have to labour in the face of the majestic equality of the law, which forbids the rich as well as the poor to sleep under bridges, to beg in the streets, and to steal bread.

Mike Davis quote and photo from “Fortress L.A.,” in CITY OF QUARTZ, Verso, 1990

Someone Else’s GTO

Little GTO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

no one on the empty boulevards
no one where we used to go
wintertime in West Pomona
where I rode my GTO

we were once a happy couple
from Cortez to San Jose
till some dragster dumped his junker
and took my GTO away

when we took off through Tarzana
“Shut Down” on the radio
her tachometer went crazy
when she was my GTO

weekend nights in San Jacinto
we went west to San Berdoo
till I wrecked the thing I wanted most
and now I’m baby blue

I miss her manual transmission
and the way her motor screams
I’m tortured by her on the turnpike
she destroys me in my dreams

now I roam the boulevards at night
so my sorrows never show
because he’s in her now in Poway
she’s someone else’s GTO