JULY 21, 2011: NO FLAG

Photo by Lance Bangs

Last night, following No Age’s set at MacArthur Park in Los Angeles, infamous site of LAPD hooliganism (start here to learn more: LA Times), this happened: an unannounced bonus set (6 songs, 10 minutes), NO AGE plus original BLACK FLAG members bassist Chuck Dukowski and vocalist Keith Morris, playing classic BLACK FLAG songs… NO FLAG!

NO FLAG setlist: “Wasted,” “Revenge,” “Fix Me,” “I’ve Had It,” “No Values,” “Nervous Breakdown”

“You security people, could you just please stand where you’re at and not move?” – Keith Morris turns the tables on the LAPD. Unbelievable, intense, historic.

Major kudos to FYF Fest promoter Sean Carlson (and the City of LA) for making this righteous & beautiful event possible.

(above image via J. Wyatt!)

LET’S GET SYRIA

Filmmaker Adam Curtis (The Power of Nightmares, The Century of the Self, All Watched Over By Machines of Loving Grace) writes:

THE BABY AND THE BAATH WATER

Monday 2 September 2013, 13:55

Much of the debate about whether to intervene in Syria or not is taking place in a strange ahistorical vacuum. As with so much debate about humanitarian intervention the underlying world view is of a simplified story of bad dictators and good, well intentioned westerners who must somehow intervene to stop him.

But the truth is that America has a very complicated relationship with Syria which stretches back over sixty years.

Back in the 1950s America set out to intervene in Syria, liberate the people from a corrupt elite, and bring about a new democracy. They did this with the best of intentions, but it led to disaster. And out of that disaster the Assad regime rose to power.

America’s actions were by no means the only factor that led to the violence and horror. But their unforeseen consequences played an important role in shaping a feverish paranoia in Syria in the late 1950s – which helped Assad, and his Baath Party, come to power.

A while ago I wrote the story of America’s strange relationship with Syria and the dark and bloody twists and turns that resulted – from 1947 onwards. I thought it would be good to link to it again because so much of what happened is relevant to today…

CONTINUE READING: http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/adamcurtis/posts/THE-BABY-AND-THE-BAATH-WATER

A Poem by Aaron Fagan

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ANTIQUE MOON
by Aaron Fagan

I dragged a garbage bag
Far into the park at night,
A shovel over my shoulder.

Streetlamps dotted the way.
Every so often I’d stop, look
Up and listen to how quiet

A city can be before I found
My place where I could begin
To dig in the earth, far beyond

The threshold of my capacity
For fear or rage, driving me
Down past all sense where

Something else of my perfect
Youth I never knew began to
Course through me as I lifted

The shovel again, momentarily
Allowed to be confused by
The swirls escaping me out

Into the spring evening air.
As I go digging deeper into
The hole and back through life,

Sparse drops of rain came down
And then harder, breaking off
An uneven shelf of earth

Knocking me out at the bottom
Of the hole, the earth came down
With the rain and filled me in—

Letting the bag rest there
Glistening in the moonlight
Between forms of misunderstanding.