Locomotion
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American jazz trumpeter and bandleader Louis 'Satchmo' Armstrong (1900 - 1971), shouts after clarinettist Edmund Hall's solo, on stage during the band's British tour, May 19, 1956. An unidentified bassist stands in the foreground. (Photo by Haywood Magee/Hulton Archive/Getty Images)
The Spirit of Jazz Arrives at the Getty Images Gallery, London
LONDON.- A swinging new photographic exhibition, presented by the Getty Images Gallery in association with the 50th Anniversary of Ronnie Scott's Jazz Club, captures the heat, the beat and the spirit of jazz. Curated by UK jazz artist Jamie Cullum, 'The Spirit of Jazz', will be on display at the Getty Images Gallery in central London from Friday, October 9 to Saturday, November 28, 2009.
Spanning over 80 glorious years from 1927 to 2009, the exhibition includes a selection of rare and previously unseen images featuring some of the finest, most infamous jazz men and women performing at the peak of their heady careers. The high energy of some of the most legendary performances in jazz history is captured in glorious detail in this exhibition, from the sharp suits and instruments, right down to the last bead of sweat.
via Artdaily.org
My friend
they dont care
if youre an individualist
a leftist a rightist
a shithead or a snake
They will try to exploit you
absorb you confine you
disconnect you isolate you
or kill you
And you will disappear into your own rage
into your own insanity
into your own poverty
into a word a phrase a slogan a cartoon
and then ashes
The ruling class will tell you that
there is no ruling class
as they organize their liberal supporters into
white supremist lynch mobs
organize their children into
ku klux klan gangs
organize their police into killer cops
organize their propaganda into
a devise to ossify us with angel dust
pre-occupy us with western symbols in
african hair styles
innoculate us with hate
institutionalize us with ignorance
hypnotize us with a monotonous sound designed
to make us evade reality and stomp our lives away
And we are programmed to self destruct
to fragment
to get buried under covert intelligence operations of
unintelligent committees impulsed toward death
And there it is
The enemies polishing their penises between
oil wells at the pentagon
the bulldozers leaping into demolition dances
the old folks dying of starvation
the informers wearing out shoes looking for crumbs
the lifeblood of the earth almost dead in
the greedy mouth of imperialism
And my friend
they dont care
if youre an individualist
a leftist a rightist
a shithead or a snake
They will spray you with
a virus of legionaires disease
fill your nostrils with
the swine flu of their arrogance
stuff your body into a tampon of
toxic shock syndrome
try to pump all the resources of the world
into their own veins
and fly off into the wild blue yonder to
pollute another planet
And if we dont fight
if we dont resist
if we dont organize and unify and
get the power to control our own lives
Then we will wear
the exaggerated look of captivity
the stylized look of submission
the bizzare look of suicide
the dehumanized look of fear
and the decomposed look of repression
forever and ever and ever
And there it is
Nuff said, you know
Poet. Lover of academy and porch.
