Chapter 39, Order 39 Torture and Neo-Liberalism with Sycorax in Iraq By PETER LINEBAUGH The new U.S. Attorney General, Alberto Gonzalez, disregarded torture in his infamous, post 9/11 memorandum to Bush: “In my judgment, this new paradigm [the ‘war on terrorism’] renders obsolete Geneva’s strict limitations on questioning of enemy …
Dear Supporters, Allies, and Members of the Media, On Wednesday, May 5, the New York Times published a story about Americans who were directly involved in the disgusting human rights abuses that have taken place in the Abu Ghraib Prison in Baghdad. Disturbingly, there is a direct link between Abu …
Oh bondage up yours! The early punk movement–and the women who made it rock Michelle Lee, Off Our Backs Nov./Dec. 2002 In the late 1970s, a musical insurrection exploded. In both New York and London, teenagers reacted to economic oppression and the musical and cultural excesses of the ’70s and …
Acrobatic Marilyn Buck an acrobat I slice through the sky somersault swing toward hands they slip disappear free i fall no net i fall caught by lime-scented dirt bones quake sigh — articulate rebound piano wires sing with my weight a moon jumper …
Black August Marilyn Buck Would you hang on a cliff’s edge sword-sharp, slashing fingers while jackboot screws stomp heels on peeled-flesh bones and laugh “let go! die, damn you, die!” could you hang on 20 years, 30 years? 20 years, 30 years and more brave Black brothers buried in …
Bird Watchers Marilyn Buck Francine, elegant, headwrapped willowy firm on cinnamon legs leans toward Nancy frayed blonde rope of a woman bleached on the back of Harleys and crystal meth two keen bird watchers they chat while feeding purloined delectables to plump Canadian geese contented vacationers once the geese …
Moon Bereft Marilyn Buck Beyond razor-wired walls the moon shimmers in the late summer sky spills over in pale brightness to draw me into its fullness washing my eyes in quicksilver Now, in a heavy-lidded cell moon-bereft nights leave me weeping tears well up in dry cratered wounds despair rises …
Prison Chant Marilyn Buck Cassandra is on the phone her screams bounce off walls staccato chant Jesusfathergod Jesusfathergod Maurice listen to me Stop listen to me listen listen you must be responsible I’m not there take care of your sister …
Thirteen Springs Marilyn Buck had you planted a tree to fill in the deep well of my absence that tree would be thirteen springs high high enough to relieve the relentless sun of incarceration strong enough to bear the weight of children who might have been born had I not …
Wild Poppies This CD is a poetry jam in space — created across and despite razor wire, prison bars and censored phone lines. It is a gathering of poets to celebrate the work of sister poet Marilyn Buck, who has spent more than 20 years in US prisons for her …