Saturday, December 20, 2014

Adventures in America's Third World
“She rose from her warm bed a with a gun in each hand saying '”Come all you cowboys and fight for your land.” Woody Guthrie. The Law of The Ranger's Command.
I live in a small l town in Colorado that has been bypassed by the rest of the country except for old buildings that have been thrown out, abandoned then burned . There no longer is an economy to be a part of. All commerce is shut down when the rails were torn up and the Blood hound died.. There are a lot of meaningless jobs that no one can make a living wage at working for WalMart or the local cafes. The national chains will never open their choke and pukes here. There is not enough water for growing pot. Yet there are turf wars with the cartels starting up, gun hands have been hired to close roads to traffic and terrorize the elderly and poor.
We are blessed with third world illnesses There is an endemic chest, loose phylum cough that resembles TB from Honduras,( one sees there are more imports from Central America than gang banger impregnated teenagers infection and we are waiting for Ebola to finish off the young and the elderly.
Another hazard are the cartels that have moved into the out lying areas creating no go areas without meeting drug thugs with guns to help the traveler out. Today my brother and I went out looking at a three acre parcel of land. After a visit to the Fremont County Assessor we are able to pin point the lot. on this mountain side. The whole mountain has been burned over and it was ten years between brief visits. We miss my brother's place by ten feet.
The Assessor is a friendly and helpful person and we see where we'd been right and of course where we went wrong. The missing land happened to be next door to a pin moving land bully hiding behind a bullies exterior and simply claim as right where the boomers left it. Colorado is littered with boomers dreams gone bust. The problem is that people cheat a lot , They move property pins and then seize the land. They tow in trailers and put them on other people's land, They foul the water supply with human waste. They plant and harvest pot plants while their trailers hide meth labs The list of boom times crimes goes endlessly on it can get quite repetitive.
Th3 problem is not so much a problem of the immigrants it is the problem of the host country borders years ago when Americans gave up on enforcing the immigration laws and welcomed thirty million illegals as cheap labor and corruptible voters. The rich want their cheap labor and liberals need the ballot boxes stuffed. The problem is who is going to pay. The rich fvor socialism and the resident poor get to pay for the liberal ”Dream.”
Click twice and the person serving you might speak English as a third language, then again you might do better if you speak Zapotoc.
The roads in Southwestern Fremont county are three seaons they laid out on a grid not conforming with the topography. A quaint solution to erotion and snow removal. But people looking to live close to nature ought to know how to aim a car on slick clay. They take you past the smashed traiers and burned out trailers.
The people are mountain frendly as long as you are doing something useful. They are true to he Code of the West. I am trying to be what I am a n interested jouralist looking for the truth.


The dry nature of the land impressed me. There was use of every drop of water. By the pinion forest grown up on the burned side of Iron Mountain.
A drive though the area reminds one of a set for the made for television set of Justified. Long time residents are attempting to create community the short timers are living hand to mouth desperate looking trailers and vandalized cars are some of the detritus left from the summer of pot growing.
Third world means there is a mono culture, the local support themselves with pensions and Social Security payments as well as real estate sales and trading of the small plaits of land. There is no way one could make any sort of a living off three acres of mountain land. Too short a growing season , rock filled lack of topsoil make conventional farming difficult. The cultivators of pot have a problem farming here and there are residents who are armed, not ready for giving up their land and freedom to grow pot for the Mexican market. Wve the problem of people moving in with a different culture while our thinking and institutions and education polices are stuck in nineteen zero four teaching models. We are trying to dumb down children with computers to a horn book level. We view innovation with total suspicion. We have reduced teachers to assembly line mechanics when we are building spaceships, not the Great White Fleet.
Our eduction system is not broken it is nonexistent. Our children are dying of boredom and third world fighters with a third grade eduction system rooted in the seventh century AD. Drug corruption has reduced our cities to a Detroit lever of rotten thought. The drug dealers education goes nowhere except into the toilet of pseudo intellectualism building a world of conflict between person and machine and inevitable dark ages.

In the Third World vacant land becomes a toilet, tax money has to be painfully extracted, a physically harsh world becomes impossible for the sick and elderly, youth is a time of underemployment and minorities are played off against each other. And corruption and fear are rampant. Meanwhile Congress men a screaming for a free market approach to health care with doctors bidding for operations. Imagine Milton Friedman auctioning off your spare body parts.   
Adventures in America's Third World
“She rose from her warm bed a with a gun in each hand saying '”Come all you cowboys and fight for your land.” Woody Guthrie. The Law of The Ranger's Command.
I live in a small l town in Colorado that has been bypassed by the rest of the country except for old buildings that have been thrown out, abandoned then burned . There no longer is an economy to be a part of. All commerce is shut down when the rails were torn up and the Blood hound died.. There are a lot of meaningless jobs that no one can make a living wage at working for WalMart or the local cafes. The national chains will never open their choke and pukes here. There is not enough water for growing pot. Yet there are turf wars with the cartels starting up, gun hands have been hired to close roads to traffic and terrorize the elderly and poor.
We are blessed with third world illnesses There is an endemic chest, loose phylum cough that resembles TB from Honduras,( one sees there are more imports from Central America than gang banger impregnated teenagers infection and we are waiting for Ebola to finish off the young and the elderly.
Another hazard are the cartels that have moved into the out lying areas creating no go areas without meeting drug thugs with guns to help the traveler out. Today my brother and I went out looking at a three acre parcel of land. After a visit to the Fremont County Assessor we are able to pin point the lot. on this mountain side. The whole mountain has been burned over and it was ten years between brief visits. We miss my brother's place by ten feet.
The Assessor is a friendly and helpful person and we see where we'd been right and of course where we went wrong. The missing land happened to be next door to a pin moving land bully hiding behind a bullies exterior and simply claim as right where the boomers left it. Colorado is littered with boomers dreams gone bust. The problem is that people cheat a lot , They move property pins and then seize the land. They tow in trailers and put them on other people's land, They foul the water supply with human waste. They plant and harvest pot plants while their trailers hide meth labs The list of boom times crimes goes endlessly on it can get quite repetitive.
Th3 problem is not so much a problem of the immigrants it is the problem of the host country borders years ago when Americans gave up on enforcing the immigration laws and welcomed thirty million illegals as cheap labor and corruptible voters. The rich want their cheap labor and liberals need the ballot boxes stuffed. The problem is who is going to pay. The rich fvor socialism and the resident poor get to pay for the liberal ”Dream.”
Click twice and the person serving you might speak English as a third language, then again you might do better if you speak Zapotoc.
The roads in Southwestern Fremont county are three seaons they laid out on a grid not conforming with the topography. A quaint solution to erotion and snow removal. But people looking to live close to nature ought to know how to aim a car on slick clay. They take you past the smashed traiers and burned out trailers.
The people are mountain frendly as long as you are doing something useful. They are true to he Code of the West. I am trying to be what I am a n interested jouralist looking for the truth.


The dry nature of the land impressed me. There was use of every drop of water. By the pinion forest grown up on the burned side of Iron Mountain.
A drive though the area reminds one of a set for the made for television set of Justified. Long time residents are attempting to create community the short timers are living hand to mouth desperate looking trailers and vandalized cars are some of the detritus left from the summer of pot growing.
Third world means there is a mono culture, the local support themselves with pensions and Social Security payments as well as real estate sales and trading of the small plaits of land. There is no way one could make any sort of a living off three acres of mountain land. Too short a growing season , rock filled lack of topsoil make conventional farming difficult. The cultivators of pot have a problem farming here and there are residents who are armed, not ready for giving up their land and freedom to grow pot for the Mexican market. Wve the problem of people moving in with a different culture while our thinking and institutions and education polices are stuck in nineteen zero four teaching models. We are trying to dumb down children with computers to a horn book level. We view innovation with total suspicion. We have reduced teachers to assembly line mechanics when we are building spaceships, not the Great White Fleet.
Our eduction system is not broken it is nonexistent. Our children are dying of boredom and third world fighters with a third grade eduction system rooted in the seventh century AD. Drug corruption has reduced our cities to a Detroit lever of rotten thought. The drug dealers education goes nowhere except into the toilet of pseudo intellectualism building a world of conflict between person and machine and inevitable dark ages.

In the Third World vacant land becomes a toilet, tax money has to be painfully extracted, a physically harsh world becomes impossible for the sick and elderly, youth is a time of underemployment and minorities are played off against each other. And corruption and fear are rampant. Meanwhile Congress men a screaming for a free market approach to health care with doctors bidding for operations. Imagine Milton Friedman auctioning off your spare body parts.   

Monday, January 14, 2013

Back good as new

Where I was. I have been in and out of hospital so I have been a worse correspondent than usual. I also have been working to keep the Cotter Project alive. Not easy when you have six month gaps in your life. Today is the coldest day of the year something to celebrate by surviving. Not so for Aron Swartz  one of the Alpha computer geeks  accused of terrorism and found hanging like Donnar Hanson of yore. The government was attempting to link him with Wikileaks. Months before the trial he "pulls the plug" How convenient for a government without much of a case.  Obama has a way of killing off descent not the sign of of transparency more like the Iron Heel. The facts are not in and far more talented people than I are looking at this at a time when secrecy has been seriously crippled by the Internet. The truth as it emerges is not pretty. 

Friday, August 31, 2012

                              Location: The Business of Art Gallery Manitou Springs Colorado.

The Show                              Sara Mojdehdart Photographer.
Her grand mother died and she was unable to make the funeral. Sara is Iranian American Had travel there can be difficult. Six months later she got to her home in Iran and made a photo essay about the thoughts of the women in the family. Sadness and loss still permeates her photos. Her prints are large and straight forward digital printing.
I sit in the center of the prints and try and find a beginning  Moydeh sits with dry pipes in-front of her and a pair of handsome chickens cross the foreground she looks sad beyond emotion.
Saheila and an older woman share another portrait of sad happenings. Strong design weights this picture to the right side of the photo.
A woman sits in a room very middle class with her portraits of older men from Black and white to color the the woman's black dress is counterpointed by a gold mirror. The picture is an inventory of several lives.
The only smile in this show is the child Mobina A child with carpets and pillows joy is limited to children.
Then come the show theme are scarf from behind worn by Purisa. she is tying it a blow you away shot strong on action and design.
Sara vanishes in this show and becomes one with the images, she handles her tools well without repletion or false images. Photography can reach though the ego into the moment. This show took me back to death of my grandmother and the sadness that surrounds memory.Sara's work is gripping but not emotional ripping. I look forward to seeing more of Sara's work

Sunday, August 26, 2012

"What did you Learn In School Today?"

Dawn means a walk with the dog. We wander the town putting on the miles in town. Out of town too much shooting in the half light. I simply do border to border or I look for an image, generally a throwaway.
Last couple of days I noted heavy equipment something that puts man in the environment.
No it is not a shopping mall but rather a school a brand new high school. The old one mysteriously ended up in the hands of the Southern Baptists  the largest drain on the local economy. They build churches and have spread through the water shed like fire on the prairie. Something about the preachers thug in laws. His son in law threatens artists who dare to paint in Ramah a nearby hamlet.
Any way an oil company offered to help build a new but unneeded school with the help of the taxpayers and the Southern Baptists leapt for this like a Great White Shark for a swimmer in a wet suit. Since their congregation votes as they are told bingo we get to pay for a school and they get an office block.Nice real estate deal.
I wonder about myself liking to photograph machinery of destruction. We lose forty acres of bottom  land This is the theme picture.
Forty pleasant acres that used to grow bean and corn,then went to pasture lands when the rains failed. Maybe the school will fail like most businesses here partially because the town is ruled by religious people and not many business or art types get to get near the seats of power. After all the worshipers of the Christ of death, the law and illness need their monuments.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2012

I started  a photo essay last week about Canon City and being myself I started in the nearby town of Florance. Florance was never a contender to be the Capitol like Gunnison and Canon City It was first a mining town then a prison town like Canon City. Florance is understated in its building Florance is understated in it's toughness as well. Florance is the home of AdMax the meanest prison in America, a living hell.
The people in Florance are friendly and out going, Many Italian people came to dig the coal out of the ground and be played off by the coal barons  against the other ethnic groups. The Coal Fields of Colorado were a blood bath of exploding mines, exploitation of workers and the eventual triumph of the Unions.
What we are going to attempt is to look at an area that has been selected for national sacrifice get to know the people targeted to be destroyed and see if there is anything can be done to change the insane path of the destruction or conquest of America.

Friday, May 4, 2012

Doc a Memory

Doc a Memory


1962 The round table at the Renzi was settled into debate about murder I was sitting next to Jeff Kamen, next to him Shirley Jackson, other side of her, Larry Jannifer other side of would be Chester Anderson, maybe next to him would be Michael the Theodor bear. Then me. Then there was Tom Waters novelist in training, and Randall Gerret, poet .When my friend Meridith Hale and Ron Rosen both very bright children simply sat down and joined us, it was part of democratizing our selves. The young man was a bit of a mystery until Chester told me he was a remarkable person, a red diaper baby raised by Stalinist Chinese American Jews His grandfather was the legendary “Big Minh” an invincible Tai Chi Dragon.
Every one there knew that Chester would bring the conversation to catching another murderer. We had one evening stepped outside the Fat Black Pussy Cat Cafe when a body arrived immediately in front of us on MacDougal Street side walk. Chester's philosophy started with Occum and ended with Husserl.
“White male thirty to thirty five years old a cab driver and... junkie hot shot, died over an hour ago. He was assisted out the window by a person of some strength and we best be moving on he's drawing a a crowd.. When the papers mention his death we will know the nationality of the person littering our streets. There may well be an out break of death. the control of the streets has changed hands. People are writing off bad debts. We'd best be moving on.” Ron and I were suitably impressed.
Move the clock forward seventeen years. I was talking with Laura Goldin and Doc Rosen was mentioned. I do a double take when she explains saying “You remember Meredith's friend.” She explained that Doc was in Guatemala doing free work with the indigenous people. A couple of months later we met up at the old Muddies in the Highlands.
We spent a very pleasant evening catching up. Doc was off organizing the Street Medics program or headed up to Rosebud to treat the People there.. A couple of years later I suffered a catastrophic accident. Head an neck injuries can sideline an arts person. And in the Arts the accompanying depression can kill a person. Doc gave me simple diet and told me to check into Kay Starr's class. I noticed that Doc had recovered from being wounded at the Occupation at Wound Knee where a government sniper had shot him. So I took his advise. “Learn martial arts from a woman they cannot afford to lose a fight.. “Being an action photographer I had seen doc and his teams bringing first aid at demonstrations. I would share pictures.
Doc had inherited his grandfather's Tai Chi Drunken Set. He was a master of a very difficult martial art. Done correctly one is close to invincible.
Doc was interested in the spiritual side of human rights and was offended as a Jew with the Israelis murder of Rachael Cory. Doc's politics were “anarco-Stalinist.”
I married one of his patients and he advised us about the the kids, one of them following him into health care and natural healing another a Medic in Portland. Being healthy is each of our responsibility.. We are responsible for the actions of our government as it spreads disease and death. At our last meeting we laughed and joked knowing we might never see each other on this part of the journey... Thanks Doc.