New poem published: “Message from Bongo Brown”

My poem “Message from Bongo Brown” can be read here:

http://magazine.thebluenib.com/article/poetry-by-eileen-hugo-wanda-morrow-clevenger-and-jeremy-nathan-marks/

I am especially pleased that this poem was published as it is one of my “love letters” to Detroit, Michigan.

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A new poem appearing

I learned this morning that my poem “Message from Bongo Brown,” will likely appear this coming week over at The Blue Nib. I welcome this news because this poem and some of its siblings, have bedevilled me. By that I mean, it has been exceedingly difficult to find a home for them.

By no means do I expect that any periodical should publish my work: that would be foolish in the extreme. What has been puzzling to me is where a writer who writes about history, socio-economic and ecological-cultural change should send his/her poetry. The market for poetry, as per my limited understanding, does not seem at all geared toward poetry of the style or substance which I find myself writing. Now, this could be the lament of someone who is simply struggling as most writers struggle; so take what I say with a grain of salt. I certainly do. But I have been searching for a proper home for a body of my work which focuses especially on the history of Detroit, Michigan. Therefore, this morning’s news was encouraging.

When the poem appears I will link it here.

A new site

I have created a new site that is meant as a destination for poets and writers who have political poetry (primarily) that they want to share. That new site, Poetry of the Resistance, is here: https://poetryoftheresistance.wordpress.com

When I say “political” poetry I do not mean the poems have to be narrowly partisan or doctrinaire. Politics is lived experience and consciousness; it is your body and the bodies of others. Politics is your sense of justice, duty, outrage; it is your principles and it is also your disdain. It can be joy and it can be pain.

If you want to take a chance with me on this new journey, I welcome your contributions. You can email me here: demoiindependentlearning@gmail.com

A poem for the times

Socialism’s coming

‘. . . those who possessed something, united in a common terror.’
-Alexis DeTocqueville

Socialism’s coming
but it won’t be what we thought.

The young know there’s no fulsome work.
It’s not how they won’t
but that they can’t.

Sure, you say
flip burgers!
wash dishes!
dig ditches!
But have you seen who gets hired?

Even summer jobs have been outsourced
to the global market place.

Socialism isn’t just for
the unwashed anymore
it’s for the suburban whites
in their Goodwill Ts
who still borrow their parents’ car keys

It’s for the middle aged mother and father
of two, three or four
who can’t balance their check book anymore
since they buy such frivolous things
as extra Kotex pads and strong coffee for early mornings.

What used to be called capitalism
or free enterprise
has seen its demise
it runs second to the current order
which is despised

Since you paid too much for
your four year degree
and can’t make a full time wage
even at an advanced age

Since your Associate’s, your Bachelor’s,
your Master’s degrees
(we won’t even discuss the PhDs)
have only given your more debt than before
and no one hires on long term contracts -forget tenure!- anymore.

The bogey of being one with your hand out palm up
is coming your way
because you’ve watched Congress prefer employers
who’ve bargained your health insurance away.
They finance financiers
through rococo bills festooned with riders
printed in diminutive print
designed to make sure that more money is spent
filling campaign coffers and PACs with anonymous donors.

It is also true that suburbanites (mainly whites)
don’t know work like we knew it since
it’s not good business
to pay full time when no one does
it’s not good business
to pay part time when no one does
it’s not good business
to have human employees when no one does.

So, it’s prediction time:

Socialism is coming
it is practically here
and it’s color isn’t red anymore
but black on white
the banner of a digital password
awarded by the State
containing an account number
for direct payment

Of a Guaranteed Annual Income

Because the alternative is bread riots
manifestations
and lots of no longer polite, genteel patriots
who possess semi-automatic weapons.

Jeremy Nathan Marks