Freeman Z on WZBC's Cafe of Shame
I listened to Cafe of Shame and made double-enemies with a two-headed turtle. I hassled a rat. I invented a point of view that says Obama is the last white president. I invented situations in which I wouldn't want to be found dead. I drank some hardening cider and I thought about being autistic. I rassled a hat and went intertubing and I learned about what it's like to be the dandy man. |
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Diptych Autistych:Freeman Z's dichranial self portrait "Dip(s)tych Autistych" is "...a deep and serious introspection into my relationship with Asperger's" |
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I listen to a song about an ant on an ice cream cone in the sun, prolly by a couple guys from my home town. Then, while Boston's long and deep history of FBI and prosecutorial corruption and preparing to make posters for the Councilor Chuck Turner rally, I stumbled on Howie Carr's web page mentioning Christopher Lydon, whom i'd just recently met when he came to hear Chomsky. Mister Open Source had brought a recorder, so I hooked him up. I choose a slogan, figuring the Limone frame-up too wordy. Everybody seems to agree they protected Bulger, right? ...Please speak clearly into the teleprompter. You shall adhere strictly to the script. |
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I took a bus to a bus station to shoot video at Chuck Turner's support rally and press conference.
So we chat intensely about Soviet Realism, me and this veteran that's a hard-nosed truther, about Andre the Giant, and about what's happening to Chuck Turner, and he leaflets some bus passengers. He says the revolution will be televised, and I ask whether the television will be revolutionized and if so, whether before or after, contemplating the hollywood concept of retroactive continuity as applied to "real" fake history. We arrive at Dudley, and I meet Chuck U (WMBR-FM) at Turner's office, and I set up a camera, and he adds his mic to the growing stack. I mic the audience for good measure.
I look around and think about this other guy I know with two heads, but he isn't there. But I found him at Harvard Film Archive when our friend Aldo Tambellini's films were the feature. ...Then he got up, grabbed his "crotchal area" and gestured to me. I got all this, and in the end, HCIC is grandstanding up a hailstorm, nipples poking through where the crazy kid had apparently ripped the shirt. |
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That happened on the same spot as I'd "wiretapped" Officer Harer making crazy, illegal threats to intimidate me from going aboutmy legal business. The appeals court found that I had secretly recorded three MBTA Officers, (even though I had only been accused of recording two.) The judges also compared my recording equipment to "a bag of drugs." Cops listed "a cassette deck and microphone" in the charges as a "weapon or controlled substance" and court house guards twice handed The Freeman a "weapons receipt" for his cameras. Presumably, if you handed them a sandwich, they would issue a weapon receipt.
Apparently the Commonwealth is painfully aware that anything can be used as a weapon. Being that "the state" is best defined as the entity that is able to employ violence with impunity, it is in the state's interest to hoarde weapons, and to keep them out of the hands of regular people.
Please Speak Clearly Into The CointelePrompter, and Observe The Script
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In a court house, they carry weapons designed to kill. Why are cameras banned in the first place? One might ponder whether "they" have it on file categorically, that one had brought a weapon into a courthouse, when one did not. Damn, I think, "I should have brought my police pig costume, that cheers up Chuck Turner every time, like that time at D1, over by City Hall, when a kid got arrested at a protest, and Turner went to bail him. (There's a story, but no time for it now.) |
I stand by my camera as Chuck U handles the audio, and we wait for Turner to emerge. I video Chuck Turner's speech, and the people, and the posters, and the federal agents, even though I don't know who they are, but I know they're somewhere. After all this, I was still upset about them mocking my two heads, so I did something graphic to the turtle-enemy and I felt better for a while. |
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