Introducing a new book of poems by MASS ACTION founder, John Beacham: On the Pandemic, To the Rising
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Dandelions, you can eat them. All of them. Make wine from them. … Eels, bees, mushrooms, worms, coral and menhaden. You must know them
Front-line, essential workers, all workers—they are the People. They are the real
Like any crisis, pandemic exposes root we must not un-expose or cover up. In fact, a true red unrooting and healing is required
White supremacy, cop lynching, dangling immigrants over a precipice, owning bodies and labor. This is america
The root of racism must be dug up, chopped up, boiled, mixed with poison and served to you know who
Millions of people in cages ‘cause they are Black, Brown or poor or don’t have papers—they get nothing but death coronas from a republic of masked white men who operate out of the secret top floors in massive glass buildings in DC
Come on. Matter is material. Dynamo wound up like the coil around the magnet in our engine. (Repeat this notion [or potion] to me as many times as necessary until you have been charged in clarity)
The Eedanbeeshrooworcorrhaden will emerge. It will
So. Here are your new eyes. Take them. Thumb them firmly into place and just look at the Thing. Really look at this Shit that will be the new Tree of Humanity
Look and hook. Act. Be together. Really BE together at long last
For, we will cross the muddy river with titanium snorkels
We will smash the walls, break the bars, dismantle mansions and build a new world out of—among many other things—smelted cop badges and blue bones
On the Pandemic,
