when pavlov pulled the bell

the minions took to their task

while the sunshine beckoned 

a reckoning 

with the soul 

who longed to dance

 an oldie but on the eve of a ceasefire and hundreds of freedom sailors returning home it's a good reminder of the history of our movement https://youtu.be/6sTDMpI_R2g?si=EkolAORZOOrHFopf

 you can agree

you can agree

that boys will be boys

you can agree

that drunk girls sometimes get too drunk

and sometimes bad things happen

and it's too bad

for the boy

and it's too bad

for the girl

we've agreed on that for all of my lifetime

sometimes girls deserve it

sometimes faggots want it

i've heard it all

abuse is abuse is abuse

and when the world wakes up to that

maybe

maybe then

we'll regain our humanity

 it's a bit alarming that when i tell people i do work for 'the ministry' they just nod and smile. because 'ok wendy, that sounds good'. is it the ministry of good and evil? the ministry of choice and no choice? the ministry of insanity or just getting through the day? mostly they say 'oh, good for you'.

 Hey hive mind! I started to re-write the USA National Anthem. Please add if you have ideas! 'bombs bursting in air, people shouting with cheer, while the soldiers locked and loaded while the N****ers weren't aware. oh say does that star blood-soaked banner yet saaaay, for the land of the asleep and the home..... of the.... sheep!!!!!!

 the dying eyes

of the children of Palestine

are shards of shrapnel

and windows

into

humanity's

rotting

soul

 here's how i think sex with netanyahu would go

hey baby, nice champagne

oh, hahhahahaa so cute

what?  no!

what, no i said no!!

come on let's get some more champagne

no bibi not like that

no bibi not come on let's get out of here

NO NO i said NO

fuck you bibi 

NO!

fucking sadistic rapist fuck

fuck you.

 

Lilacs in a spring rain smell so beautiful

Lily of the valley, foret-me-nots

Forget

Me not

Please do not forget me

Says the little boy whose legs have been blown off

Please do not forget me says the little girl whose enire family has  been killed

All blooms

Tend

And tend and tend

Until there is nothing to

Tend

No more.

 the endgame. a story yet to be told. i wonder why and i wonder where and then i skip and dance and laugh

 if you quiver you do it

if you rage you do it
f you fear you do it
f you cry you do it
if you hesitate you do it
f you cringe you do it
if you wail you do it
if your gut tells you you do it
f you falter you do it
if you believe you do it
if you are fearless

you do it

 i've written and unwritten so much since october 7. so many thoughts and emotions. so much rage. never in my life have i felt more impotent, and in the face of broken systems, i have felt impotent many times. i am trying so hard to believe in a world where this madness ends and that the US, its allies and especially Israel will be seen and treated as the pariahs that they are. that's the only justice i can see right now, through my tears of abject sadness and rage. please don't stop raging, writing, singing, dancing, screaming, crying, rallying, demanding, resisting, resisting, resisting, speaking truth to power, fearlessly. don't stop. please don't stop.

 i've written and unwritten so much since october 7. so many thoughts and emotions. so much rage. never in my life have i felt more impotent, and in the face of broken systems, i have felt impotent many times. i am trying so hard to believe in a world where this madness ends and that the US, its allies and especially Israel will be seen and treated as the pariahs that they are. that's the only justice i can see right now, through my tears of abject sadness and rage. please don't stop raging, writing, singing, dancing, screaming, crying, rallying, demanding, resisting, resisting, resisting, speaking truth to power, fearlessly. don't stop. please don't stop.

 Love poem to my first dog, Norton, who my dad saved from the shelter just months before i was born. Everything I learned, I learned from Norton

Norton has always been my guide. My confidante, my protector, my friend. Norton liked to read with me. He followed me to school every day to make sure I got there safely. He hung around the schoolyard probably longer than he should have but these were the days of no leash and Norton did whatever the fuck he wanted.

The first lesson Norton taught me was to love and protect.

The second lesson Norton taught me was to experience joy whenever the opportunity presents itself.

The third lesson that Norton taught me was FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME

The fourth lesson that Norton taught me was that FUCK YOU I WON'T DO WHAT YOU TELL ME..... has consequences..

The fifth lesson he taught me is NEVER TRUST A FUCKING COP.

The sixth lesson that Norton taught me is that you can always dig your way out of a difficult situation.

The seventh lesson that Norton taught me was that family is family and anyone dressed as santa claus is the enemy

The eight lesson that Norton taught me is that family is important and requires both nurturing and herding

The ninth and final lesson that Norton taught me is that even if there are consequences, and you think it's the right thing to do, you do it anyway.

the end.

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So I've been here three days, trapped in the wastelands of the outernetherlands, wherever that is, and I've discovered a few things.  One, it's a slippery slope from country music to screamo and not much slide in between.  My ears actually hurt.  Two, the hotel has a wonderful hot tub that is usually unused except when me and my broken foot limp along.  I have been reading and pondering and thoroughly enjoying the warmth and solidtude.  

 

Until tonight.  Tonight, after a full day of intense discussion about human trafficking, copious note taking and irregular brain function, i was looking forward to the heat and solitude of the hot tub.  As i entered the holy (non religious holy) space THERE WAS A MAN IN THE HOT TUB.  I had a tiny Clash moment (should I stay or should I go now) and ya gotta know, I stayed.  I fully intended for silent communal bathing, and then my mouth suddenly and unexpectedly opened.  

Lo and behold, dude is a not too shabby looking RCMP officer.  I replay the clash.  same outcome.  I blurted out every single question i wanted an answer to, from general to specific about HT.  I criticized cops and especially RCMP, and I talked about situations gone bad with police involvement.  

All I can say is that the dude abides.  He heard it all and he had excellent responses for all of my very difficult questions. 

I can't marry him because a cop is still a cop but in the hot tub today, i will admit to shifting my thinking on how we relate to cops. perhaps i'll suggest communal bath houses. 

the end.

 i approximate life

 I mean seriously

why would anyone  

agree to death and destruction

check your privilege

and be 

very very careful

which side of history

you fall on

 she threw caution to the wind

she tumbled and stumbled

and had some wild fucking meltdowns

then she threw caution to the wind again

she tumbled and stumbled

and went on amazing adventures

and down extraordinary rabbit holes

then she threw caution to the wind again

she danced and cooked and loved

with beautiful souls from around the world

she cried she laughed she screamed, she wailed

then she threw caution to the wind again

she dreamt, she wondered, she ran, she hid

she cried, she slept, she danced some more,

she reached up and out and all over

she pushed and pulled and fought

every barrier in her way

then she threw caution to the wind again

 While it's critical to humanity that we continue to talk about genocide, Palestine, Gaza, international human rights, it is also important to discuss the impacts of trauma for those who are left alive after Israel's massacre. Trauma, and post traumatic stress responses plague every living victim of violence. Multiply that times a genocide . Now imagine yourself at age 5. Now imagine yourself at age 5 being clawed out of dreamland by screaming and frantic digging as you slowly start to realize that you can't breathe. Imagine that there's no one alive in your family to comfort you and everyone is screaming. Imagine you desperately need water because your throat is full of the rubble of your once beautiful and loving home. Imagine there is no water. Imagine that.

 the cognitive dissonance

of the world

is only

drowned out

by the wails

of the mothers

and babies

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 there are lots of times

when the epic blast 

comes from your soul

BE TRUE TO YOURSELF

like a rollercoaster

i have stopped and started

got on, got off, got on again

if you follow my ridiculous 

poetry at all

you'll know that i mean when i say

WE ARE THE PEOPLE WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR

 A poem about covid

jesus fuck 

mother fucker

piss fuck dick

my fucking fuck

shit on all the sticks

YES alllll the sticks

'Hello, it's Wendy here, how are you doing"  "Oh i'm good, good, how are you?"the way we start every day.  

Then we hear the stories.

our tears trickle down drains

toilets, kleenex

whatever we can find

as we put on our faces

and punch the clock

fucking motherfucker cocksucking asshole

piss and shit and smears on the wall

We put the mask back on

"yes, yes i'm fine.  could you hold for a minute while i find my pen"

(don't disclose that you have 8000 hidden under your desk)

(that could put others at risk

of accusations of stealng

post it notes

i did not have sexual relations

with that woman)

the fear among us is increasing 

and we are jumping off cliffs

because the guy before us did it

and we have entered into a new generation

of terrified people.

--

Wendy Goldsmith

The Time is Now – Le temps d’agir!

www.greenleft.ca

London, Ontario, on the traditional lands of the Anishinaabeg, Haudenosaunee, Lenape, Attawandaron and Huron-Wendat peoples, at the forks of Deshkan Ziibi (Antler River), an area subject to the Dish with One Spoon Wampum and other treaties.