poem: the peace-warrior: Copy-2 2-24-10 © apeco
? …my sullen fasting pace went-over thoughts
barely my knowing 100-miles after legs needs
plan-to-get-there 100 miles again some more
accomplishment on the north flowing shallows
of the south-Platte river,
of the great plains spaces
stopping to talk w those oil-drilling crews & werkors
of weld county’s meager labor, no-union resources availing
increased networks 1977 and to study hiring practices
upon the plains to hike the grasslands thru the plateaus
as those anti-mountain, industrious mining exponents
oil wells in earth, but of rocks along those ways
of cattle on cattle weight paths
smelling the corn silage feed and viewing the grooming
those plains for grains to grow furrows
somehow visuals of dust winds or dust devil phantoms
the “des Plaines” of surreality
knowns and constants
and fences ever-so-pertinent to and of space-Time essences
communicating en voce‘ FREE Leonard then onto
citizen-Inspector no vices @ Pantex
protests of the storing nuclear annihilation
aggressor weapons, processes
often times they told me “pits” before being sent to R-Flats
industry inroads of countryside grotesque enterprised
i had hand painted my Van-1 & made my mileage a meagre din
then by 1988 Van-2, a replacement
for the same platitude of amplified “protest” while drive-Moving
and more painted expressions
upon the scoured & scraped then painted steel
but, these were memories of those secondhand essences put to
action 1973 thru 1983, when the “we-Boomer”
likening to building
bridges w.o. metals
what was their excuse for copping-out when
the roads were raised & graveled & plied wider
theirs was endemics of where the forest cutters should-have-been-at
some of those sleaze[1] to despotic oasis the minds of des plaines
the clear-cutters could cop-an-attitude so fast they’d invite my encounter
houses not-so-wantonly fire-hazards as wood-use-is
a happening yet checking us-out-for-demised aptitude, my treks by vans went to foot
along more aligned no gasoline allowed miles, and food needs daily subsequence
the indige-Amer informing voices, too disappeared
some very officious awaiting first comments presaged
to mind-Scape’s edges
onto poetry sessions
from Scottsbluff to Amarillo
and more miles driving or on worn socks feet
many months dehydrated and weeks longing
1962 thru 1982 an end to thermo-Nuclear buildups
for those mountains to be rockies
as the cottonwood’s plains had rivers to hike so freely
into protests at Pantex[2] processing plants of warheads
time and space again reconfigured by space & radiation
so much more each headspace entreaty pertaining
recognized as needing those killing-Wars
as reconfigured, by h-BOMbs building: the military
“exodus” the wanton time others spendt non-Peace: recognize’d
the waste from not-properly-stored realizable arrears
like those history contents of Carl Sagin’s study-Groups
on nuclear Winters’ who’s ears scorched an echo in resounding planet
contiguous configurations of human-deaths or of Life
and any conflagrations amassed none moreso than
the great Berkeley Hills-Piedmont 7-years later which
superceded “whatever” as theirs was a difference
commutations because ours was a method of communications
settled by the populous in contentious unsettled consciousness
not only not superior nor supra-precedent’s
but re-orienting monotony of wars-Killings
but overly protected formal placards stories and any or all
participations, not usurpations nor moralities of impertinence
in those stories against peace
the braggart’s tapered-off, when protests needed-to-be increasing
appeared as-persons-of knowing red-necked them back, too
then, afoot or driving back-now-turned and without
their petulance again, my own space-Time cosmic
to camp way-North of Amarillo, or not to have
to travel in ravines of days waiting
by-the roadway of roadsides in words-shared consciousness
and ergonomics in their efforts our socialized ways, only
dangling-Participles from ever over-wirked, minds
onto acquiesces transgressed-Remissions
my friends hearing all about remised, missions
accomplished, back in Boulder county coloradie
rewritten 2-24-10 © apeco by “R” Addison @ de-alert apartment
[1] Sleaze was every-where and yet the winds, missed not by musing
[2] the times in Amarillo were times w Texans–or texicans, since before mex-tex; many protests @ the
warhead assembly plant were fused w moviemaking living quarters—films of director Martin Scorsese–travel-travail hangouts to keep other geo-morphics knowing activists’ from becoming rednecks or truk-kor on-goings of transport & commerce; while, the gist of being arrested was not to have to come back, even that, too; all was forced upon me until one time in 1977 or ’78 when I was allowed to enter and I asked and they answered in such a frugal, but fruitless analysis “yes, super-bombs (being) built: here”! I hiked ‘palo duro‘ canyon before that became a state park—and, even since then, as well as the inset of hydrocarbon winters and yet, more hick language…
\\\\R\\\ Addison\
...born in NYc, raised in san-Fran by age-3, became outdoors oriented by age-5; made headway @ R-Flats & nev-Testsite by age-22; graduate of The Colorado College, where I hiked Pikes Peak 16 times (13 differing routes) started grad-Studies @ UC Berkeley-between sophomore & Jr. years @ CC, attending UC Davis, Cal State Hayward, DU (little-D: denver) & four art-Schools for remediation-Studies in fine Arts; two years of trade-Correspondence with industrial-Resources (metals) geographically locating in Frisco CO; study of World Geography and continental-Ecology in Geography, but w resource-Research in nuclear-Molecularism —thru National Geographic Society auspice and independent-Journalism. I grew-Up in the beat-Bohemia circs of Sausalito, Berkeley-Oakland and san-Francisco, as a hipstir, focused to the rationalism of knowledge w adjunct centered in the arts.
I started public-Readings of my poetry, age-15, w peers, rather than focusing on playwriting, finding that social-Impact of nuclear-Weapons will not be passé, because of the overburdening “conditionalism”. I have continued since April 7th 1967 w those correlations of social-Responsibility & social-Justice. First @ the flagpole being “righteous” on campus, under-Grad then as grad-Studies: student, followed as a peace-Keepor in Telegraph area of Berkeley 1969-1973. The needs for human-Rights dictums was rifeness. One can do non-Violence that does not abrogate "pro-Reduction methods of nuclear-Stockpile on 24/7 alert". My introspection of Life went headlong w in-person study: Alan Watts, and readings of Aldous Huxley, Bertrand Russell, George Santayana, Hegel, Jean-Paul Sartre, James Dickey (others)--into that parvenue of the American: philosophical-Domain, and learned much of "what are known-Constants" of scientific-Knowledge. and (onto the dotings of) Allen Ginsberg: poetic, activist, meditative in a Zen basic world. What has been seen clearly, the scene opened into the miasma of what was heard w.o. propaganda-Methods in obliqueness, nor resplendent excess, what is nuclear-Aegis and nuclear-Animosity, what remains focus as purpose pertaining to boomer-Generation, as well as all aspects of humanity remiss commutatively adjunct! The latter started in 1950, san-Fran and the wharves—the cool ‘scene’!
I have had a full 20 Arts-exhibits and a once-in-a-Lifetime experience of having lived on 15 indigenous-Lands as their guest—oftentimes in social-group, who may have understood those who have had psycho-Therapy make close social idenity. As of this dateline, two copywritten werks--first in 1991, the latest to be sent when editing becomes replete (about March 2009)! I find American women somewhat digressive in social-Nature, not as outgoing as they may need nor want to be hovers less close the integrative needs! I’ve been close to women’s Rights, and feminists, however, I have also connoted the standard of living digression sidelight, as an anathema worthy of deep-Thought or abidance to "existence-Philosophy". The cognizance of recognizing the self-Self commands my maintaining my Consciousness. I’ve found what negates American-Life, but I’ve not been located by a strong woman, who can bend some branches for my articulations much or in nonesuch manner-of-Exchange. Another exuberance in sharing life w 1,000’s of others is that I've met 100's of u-S authors, lived outdoors for over 27 years, and sought "human-Rights" as a template for peace thru non-Violence, poetry, discussion, reading and Thought. Where power-Politics may be attesting the weaknesses of governance, why both writing and the arts are not paranoic exchanges of a professionalism, is that non-opposing social-Identity may consummate a lividly expressive "life" in a manner ofculture.
I've become a legend twice, too! And, I've a small library that makes being a mountain-Person capable of withstanding the slights to forests and sage-Expanses of-the-West, a medium for litany in progress. My insights have caused me great-Alarem, since age-Seven, however, when meeting other professionals as a youth, they did take me “in”. For instance, when I met Ansel Adams first started to instruct me, Robinson Jeffers, at age-8 and Prof. Sam (san-Fran State/longer story) took hand in age-Relation technics! Was this epoch-Making or episodic social-Extrapolation only “relative”, or the Ecology needs. Travel and travail became protest and because in travel there was 'holywood' sharing, or formulatively "travel-Travail" as well as National Geography Society and not being paid for my chosen-Inputs I.e. journalism, non-Guild, acting poetics ‘n Philosophy discourse. I was at a loss to over-Specialize until 1977, when I felt my writings were read and understood, not only slobber-Writings of phenomenology or Existentialism! My travel-Travail started in 1963 and entered a multiple of eco-Zone schema: world-Travel, all continents continuation that serves as hosts for what I am partial in my writings continuing...then onto 1999.
While I started the turn-Around: computers, blogs, essays & writings, and other stays from irresponsibility—I had realized many times that the bomB is ubiquitous, but woman-Kind is not—I felt writing and introspection of shared gender-Endemics was not of your own doings, rather a naught by Pentagons and the military Hegemony that keeps maintaining a sinecure of introspection is not useful in “the new-Rome” world of the whole sordid: social-Diaspora mess, one that they’ve specifically been graphically inadept for ‘defense’ wholly!
The word “righteous” was added to my nickname of R-A from grade school age, while in the deep-South in 1969, experiencing afro-Amers civil-Rights, and tryin’ to explain human-Rights for amer-Artists. Altho the visualist interpretation struck accord, the nickname was thought curt. Thus I became capital-R in double-Quotes: “R”. Astutely, or not, I dropped the much mispronounced second surname, becauseI am activist w two sole-Survivor surnames--thank you!