Resistance Poetry

Rocco Falleti's Commonplace Book

[rockyfalletiosu]

Where to go From Here?

It is true what is written, I’m moving on.

 My one true enemy is my one true love

 The reality of it really

 was just a con

 Was I oblivious; Was I in a spell of ignorance?

 Don’t assume, I don’t care

 What once was, was forced out and

 Now its erased from history

 No identity

 Be your own person they say,

 Stuck in a pool of cheap alcohol ,

 That’s what they say, when you’re

 Oblivious to the darker days ahead

[amyfeola-deactivated20150923]

place miniature golf in a garden and an advertisement for miniature golf shaped for no good reason like an old Dutch windmill

Jack Anderson (via amyfeola)

I think this quote says a lot about consumerism and how it has gotten out of hand in America.  There is no room for the beauty of nature, someone has to develop it so they can make a profit, such as putting a mini golf in a once peaceful garden.  This consumerist society is also oblivious to respecting other cultures and just takes things from other countries that they think are cool, even though they are completely out of context, like the old Dutch windmill on a mini golf course.  America’s obsession with buying everything has taken over the beauty of our country and now even the beauty of others.

(via zoelegato)

Yeah, I definitely agree with the whole consumerism outlook on this excerpt. It is a blessing and a curse that America is can continue to grow (creating new businesses, building, etc).. Like you said, it takes away from the beauty of nature.  I wouldn't call it an obsession though, I would say theres more of a need for this continuing expansion (in a certain light).. I just really like the fact that he uses a putt putt course in this poem, a place, while very fun at times, serves no purpose but to cut away at nature’s image.  

[shawnneal49-blog]

They are not standing in lines for food, or stretching rations, or waiting at the airports to claim the pieces of the bodies of their dead

Aracelis Girmay (via shawnneal49)

This is such a powerful poem and I really like how she contrasts who is her enemy and who isn't. Her enemies are not those who suffer every day or hell live the daily struggles of a normal life, or those who may be more susceptible to committing crime. She views those who have money, who are better off as the enemy. This piece really strikes a valid argument and helps support her argument 

[rockyfalletiosu]

My enemies ride jets to parties. They are not tied up in pens in Guantanamo Bay.

Girmay

[rockyfalletiosu]

everyday, capt’n, sir, captain, I was left, a child, after school, I was alone, I found

Flynn, Fire

[rockyfalletiosu]

Instead of this endless uncertainty hey let’s sell our souls a few more times

Nick Flynn

[rockyfalletiosu]

I was thinking how the songs coming from the radio were like the speech of a single human American psyche

Dana Levin

[rockyfalletiosu]

YOU of megathink artificial blockbuster brain big as Pentagon clicking away the time fuse of all human race

Prayer to a Computer

[rockyfalletiosu]

on weekends a guy has nothing to do except drive around in a convertible counting the shoe stores and thinking of screwing

Jack Anderson

[rockyfalletiosu]

You think maybe this is an experiment and you are being tested or retroactively insulted or you have done something that communicates this is an okay conversation to be having.

Citizen

[rockyfalletiosu]

that feeling. that’s black.

Not an Eulogy..

[rockyfalletiosu]

17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath

Alternate Names

[rockyfalletiosu]

revenge squirming alive in your mouth strangling you quiet from the inside out.

To the Man Who Shouted

[rockyfalletiosu]

What does your Hegel say about funk?

Ross Gay

[rockyfalletiosu]

The bullet’s imperceptible sizzle toward an unarmed man.

ROSS GAY

[rockyfalletiosu]

They don't know if Toni Morrison is woman or man.. Michael Jackson is the biggest name in showbiz..

Terrance Hayes

[patel-2043-deactivated20150328]

Next morning, as dawn festered on the horizon

"The Faces of Art," Natalie Diaz (via patel-2043)

Natalie Diaz portrays the typical dreams of many native americans during this time.  No matter what was taken from them, no matter what was standing in their way, all they could do was move on to the next day.  Every day was a clean slate, a new day to make a positive impact and overcome the many oppressions that they were faced with.  It was up to them to make a purpose in life for themselves.