A Butterfly for Oakland, 1974


 


Forgive me for forgetting you. 

You were meant to be forgotten.

"...not in the MoMA, the Whitney, 

the Met, Art Institute of Chicago, 

National Gallery of Art, Tate Modern,

Centre Pompidou, and others."*


"In major museums, women artists are

only 3 - 5% of permanent collections." **

Your fiery butterfly transformed in 


seventeen minutes of pyrotechnics

retrospective now at ten places.** 



Freedom and flight, ephemeral art,

messenger of the moment: If life is 

a dance then get up and move. Pro-

vocative artist, not drawn at gender

lines what we learn in four decades.

I'm remembering to remember you.




Judy Chicago in 1974 preparing A Butterfly for Oakland. In the background is the Alameda County courthouse aka Moby Dick (via the Black Panthers -  the building's belly has a jail)


Hello Children

Part I
Parental Guidance 


This is the place they say people come 
Reports of San Francisco’s demise have been 

from far, far, far away to find their dreams
greatly exaggerated* news this month that

Chasin' down these meteors and comets
monoculture matters not just for the loss of the

(chasin' 'em, chasin' 'em, chasin' 'em down)
unexpected or the creative, but because it rises 

Called dreams, in the sky of life
alongside the forced displacement of people.* 

(chasin' 'em, chasin' 'em, chasin' 'em down
Living off a heart of nuclear fire we unravel with-

Chasin' 'em, chasin' 'em) 
out understanding the sun and how the children

They say this is the place stars are born
of cosmos can come to know each other, how

This is the place where it can happen for you
we are all made of star stuff said Carl Sagan in 

(for you, for you, for you)
1981** (and he got arrested for protesting nuclear 

California knows how to make dreams sweet
bombs) because the cosmic perspective of ex-

California knows how to-
pansive supernova explosions mean catastrophe 

Whisper in your ear and tell ya you're a star
birthed the remainder of elements of us here 

You're a star, you're a star, you're a star, 
now me and you/us and them and nothing. 

You're a star and you keep on shinin'
Punished for no good reason - right?!

California knows how to make me smile 
I wanted to love you but everyone can't 

sometime yes they do (woo) yes they do
get together could be the tech buses the

California knows how to do what they do
illegal eviction notices that force out kids 

when they do what they do when they do 
and single mothers move to the central val-

what they do to me and you too, hey-ay-
ley desert shanty towns and levied slums,

California-how-hey-ay-ay (phenomenon, 
their men are locked down or shot dead.

phenomenon) worldwide original style (indeed)
Reports justify murder and occupation for-

It's everything they say, it's everything they say
getting our cosmic connection with the stars.

It's everything they say
It's everything they say.


all italics are lyrics from Mos Def's song Kalifornia (his version of Tupac Shakur's song)

*from article by Rachel Brahinsky, with Rebecca Solnit's monoculture appropriation, 
in Boom: A Journal of California, Summer 2014, Vol. 4, No. 2.

**I'm guessing around 1981 was when Carl Sagan said we are made of star stuff.


- - - - - - -
Part II 
I dedicate this one right here

To all my homies out there grinding.
You know what I'm saying? Legally and illegally...
You know what I'm talking about?
So, check it out:
-Lupe Fiasco's Kick Push 

http://youtu.be/Gl83mI69nX4


This part II is still in the works.


- - - - -
Part III
I'm the earth, wind, fire & the thunder



TREE OF KNOWLEDGE
an un-epithalamia