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Garry Lambrev: (dramatic tone) –death, you continue to live in chains, tied by the cunt of your mouth to the dirty disease-ridden prick of capitalism. You whore. I don’t care that you sold your body years ago to the system of competition, but what more of yourself do you have left to sell? You never did have any soul. Or did you, Anita [Bryant]? Or do you have any little, tiny light of flickering soul that can still be saved from (stretches out word) Jesus, who is always just about to come in your mouth, and confess to him your own homosexuality, baby. How about your own homosexuality, baby? Anybody who protests so loud and who has been put down by men so damn much as you have must have something might private to hide. I’m going to sing me those good old-fashioned homosexual blues, come on out of that disguise, baby. You never did look good dressed up as a wicked witch of Judeo-Christianity. This is your last chance, lady. No other opportunity for salvation this time ‘round. The wheel of calm is coming down. And how could anybody manage to look so ugly at only 37, as this woman who once placed second in the Miss America contest? Why are you still trying to make the impossible male father figure? He is never going to be able to live up to your dreams, or tolerate your impossible schemes. Why don’t both of you come down from the pedestal of hell in the Orange Juice Hall of Fame? We will accept you. As citrus queen, you never will be the first Queen Elizabeth of America to flash the diamonds of her teeth and grinding eyes at us. You are the last great whore of Babylon America, but we still want you to liberate yourself, and let us gaze, come back from the great interior Exodus diaspora, Anita. You have nothing to lose but your toxic cosmetics. The contest you lost was always rigged in favor of money anyway, and you had little of that, and even less class. A pretty girl from some peanut town in the piney woods of the buried south, daughter of some local garbage collector who was taught to think for himself by the Ku Klux Klan, the Knights of Columbus division of the Southern Baptist Church. Baby, I want to you know for us all, we is not your niggers to kick around (Voice rises) no how, and we never was, baby, and you better believe it or look out. (Coughs) The faggots of the crucifix you ride is a broom sticker on fire, and woof– (Coughs) and woe betide you, woe betide us all. (Pause) (Cough) (Voice drops) Excuse me. Unless you are monumentally crushed like an ignorant insect by a united people, united by their suffering, for your mind is unilaterally and unconditionally surrendered to serve the people, and your heart is open to whatever stu– the armistice terms of peace are. This is, for the last time, peace or war. Come out of the closet, wicked witch. Billy Graham and [Coleman Francis Carroll] the pig of archbis– pig archbishop of Miami’s prick can’t protect you anymore. We are all prepared to weep for you and comfort your fears, for you are just as human and flagrant in your needs as we are. Come out, Anita. Before it is too late. (Cough) We are waiting for you. We are just waiting for you in this here big room that holds all the people and not the select few. (Cough) We are just holding a candle light vigil, just waiting for you to come out of the closet. (Pause) But we have also long since given up much of any hope. We are fast becoming our own flowering. You are forcing us to grow and manifest our true colors. We are coming out of the closets of our dreams by the tens and hundreds and thousands and millions. Yes, we are wildflowers, we are butterflies of the rainbow, we are moths here today to tear apart the disguises which you keep hidden in your closet, and don’t even tell your father who is in failing health in heaven. This is your last chance. Come out of jail on your own recognizance, before all the oranges of America dry up, just because they know they will soon be squeezed by you. You are your own hope, lady. You are a woman. Men and women and old people and children are all beautiful, regardless of their appearance, and there ain’t no hiding place from the democratic parents of creation. We are discovering ourselves. We are not alone. We are the rising suns and moons. And Anita, we will not be your dirty niggers or America’s Jews. We will not be the scapegoats for the utter demoralization of this decadent bourgeois capitalism. Your victory, Anita, that grabbed all the headlines by the balls has forced us to discover our erotic fundamentality. One love, one hope, one heart, and all join in with the juggernaut fist of socialism, does is– that is uniting all planes, planets of consciousness with the black holes of the stars.
Man 1: Tremendous (claps lightly)
Lambrev: And I want to thank Bob Marley and the Wailers for providing the background and uh, so many trenchant lines and thoughts.
Man 1: All right. Tremendous, tremendous. In the outer atmosphere, above all this, into all this, through all this, around all this, is David Moe, who uh, has uh, poetic uh, bananas coming out of his uh, manuscript. Poetic oranges. (Calls out) There’s a orange here.
Male 2: It’s like mailing the manuscripts though–
Male 3: Well, we’ve had some silence in the shuffling of the– (Pause) Mine threshold eyes, candle flaming marsupial parachutes, toke a swig of wine and dial (unintelligible name)–
Chris: Look at the cover of this week’s Newsweek magazine, and for that matter, many other parts of the capitalist press to know that even the bankers and the people on Wall Street and the big media barons are forced to take notice of the fact that there are little people around this world, under just about every social, economic, political system and variation of it who are protesting or have simply opened their mouths. In some cases, like Kim Ji-ha (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kim_Chi-Ha) in South Korea, did not even really open their mouths, they simply wrote a few things down on paper, uh, a few of which got prim– printed, but of which didn’t got printed. But the South Korean government is so much in fear of this one man, this 35-year-old Christian (unintelligible word) Catholic, um, Gandhian revolutionary poet, uh, that every time he gets out of jail for even a day or a month, uh, they want to arrest him, and so he has to go underground, he has to go into the country and blend in with the people. From the time he was 23, back about 1965, until today, he’s been in prison most of the time, and every so often, there will be some international pressure and uh, Park [South Korean President Park Chung-hee] and his minions will be forced to grant a pardon to a few or hun– hundred of the most pro– prominent, and uh, Kim will usually be among them, but within six months to a year, he’ll be back in jail. And uh– In fact, let me read a statement of his to this effect. Uh– He was asked back in 1972 a number of questions, one of which concerned the people he knew, and he said this about his friends. You know, I’m not the only one. More than I have done this. One hundred seventy of my friends were tortured in March. But that’s not new. They tortured them this year and two years ago and five years ago. It’s a part of life for those around me. Sunday is my confirmation day, and I went– must forgive them, the government and the Korean secret intelligence ag– agency, but I can’t. Even after I’m dead, I’ll not be able to forgive them. I’ll want to, but I can’t. Uh– (Pause) So just remember, when we’re talking about Kim in South Korea, we’re talking about 170 or 1170 or three thousand or how many thousands of people who don’t get any public attention, and the only chance that they can is if a man like Kim can get out. He knows who’s in jail, he knows why they’re there, he knows how they can be reached and how the authorities can be reached. It’s more important than for the sake of his poetry alone, which is very fine and beautiful, that he be released. (Pause)
For the last two years, he has been in solitary confinement in Westang [phonetic] Prison just outside of Seoul, on charges that he violated Emergency Decrees One and Four uh, which prohibit him from even writing in verses or in his journals, which he writes for himself and are as yet unpublished, anything critical of the government of Park Chung-hee. Well, he was tried last July and August, and Father Dan Berrigan wrote an article that appeared in The Catholic Worker at that time about the trial. He was sentenced to life imprisonment, but then, because of some international pressure organized by [Jean-Paul] Sartre and [Simone] de Beauvoir and a few others, uh, they figured out they had to tr– they had to try him on more substantial grounds and add an additional sentence, so he was tried again last December, and on the last day of the year, or on the thirtieth, I believe, he was sentenced to seven years beyond life imprisonment for uh, (Pause) violating the Anti-Communist Act. (Laughs) And Ji, who is not a Communist, has never openly or quietly supported communism to the knowledge of anybody uh, has been sentenced to life imprisonment plus seven years. Now, he’s also tubercular, and this has been brought on and uh, worsened by the treatment which he’s received in prison over the years. During the last two years, he has not received medi– medicines, he has not received uh, reading materials, he has not had the opportunity to wash or– for exercise, and only one occasion, on January 15, back in 1975, he had the opportunity to see his people, his wife, his then-newborn son, and his parents. That was for five minutes. Since that time, he’s not been seen. Uh, there’ve been statements that’ve been released, uh, from jail and from observers in the courts.
I would like to do one thing before uh, giving the addresses of people and places to whom to write, and that is, an excerpt from statement which Kim made in court uh, December 23 of last year. And this was copied down by observers who were there.
As I’ve said repeatedly, my thought is neither so mature nor organized that it can be given a name. However, if I had to call it something, I would like to call it a philosophy of unification, to reveal contradiction itself and then to genuinely overcome it, creating a world of friendship and unity. This is my philosophy. For a long time, I’ve dreamed of the unification of God and revolution, of a unification of bread and freedom, earth and heaven, prayer and action, and now I am experiencing this vision more vividly than ever. This philosophy grows primarily out of my personal experience in having come from among the masses, my life as a poet and my religious faith. However, it is a fact, and one which increases my confidence that the same groping path can be discerned by the works of many Korean intellectuals, writers and scholars of my generation. I believe that this phenomenon is no accident, that– for the very philosophy of unity which I pursue is the claim of our generation, the demand of our people. The immediate historical problem of the Korean people is the unification of North and South. However, this is not simply a question of linking the territories back together. The authentic unification of the people themselves is the essential basis of the philosophy of unity of which I dream. It is only through unity that our people can live. It is only through unity that we can conquer oppression from within and from without the country, and arrive at a world of true fraternity. This unity can by no means be achieved by makeshift artifice or stratagems, nor by forcing things. What is called for is an entirely new philosophy, an entirely new spirit, (Pause) an emergence of a fundamentally new human being. It is for this that I am crying out like a madman in this courtroom.
Uh, there’s no time to read the rest of the statement, which is very beautiful, but I do urge you to write President [Jimmy] Carter and Cyrus Vance, our Secretary of State, and urge them in their capacity as president and secretary of strate [state] essentially, the controllers, the open powers behind the scenes of the South Korean government, to make sure that President Park, to put pressure on President Park, to free this man and to guarantee his safety and his security. Thank you very much.
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DJ: Hello, everyone. And uh, this is Mark Jackwa [phonetic] again, with 360º Turn-On, and uh, I’d like to thank Chris for that fine hour once again of poetry for the people and all those poets who come in faithfully every week. Uh– today on 360º Turn-On, uh, uh, we’re going to have quite a few things from around the world, uh, Japanese, Greek, Indian, we’ll even get into some uh, nice Cuban stuff, and uh, I think I’d like to start off with some Japanese (unintelligible word) music. The (same word) is the traditional bamboo flute of the Japanese musical world, and uh, the piece I’m going to play now is taken from an Explorer series album entitled A Bell Ringing In the Empty Sky. And uh, the individual’s name uh, featured on this album is Koro Yamaguchi, and uh, he’s quite the master of the (same word). So here we are, with the Japanese (same word).
Music from radio station KPOO
Tape originally posted January 2011