Poetry Is Revolution!

POETRY IS REVOLUTION!

white man's song

for Huey Newton.

there is no danger,

really

revolution to the fullest!

black power

shows me no threat.

i find the spades on the corner,

the hippies in the street,

both getting the same shit

from the heat

the same turn of the head

(they have no necks-

these Oakland policemen

drive around

with a rifle

between their legs.

we both realize

the common enemy

our common fight.

Black People. the first

people to reject

assimilation into

the great plastic

universe

America,

you created a culture so sick

your ex-slaves

couldn't dig it.

the children

of your great 'middle class'

are leaving in droves.

your cities are burning.

i call for

the destruction

of law & order.

& the beginning

of the time

of man.

Richard Krech

MY UTOPIA IS AN ENVIRONMENT THAT WORKS SO WELL THAT WE CAN RUN WILD IN IT.

UNTIL OUR MOST FANTASTIC DEMANDS ARE MET, FANTASY WILL BE AT WAR

WITH SOCIETY. SOCIETY WILL ATTEMPT THE SUPPRESSION OF FANTASY,

BUT FANTASY WILL SPRING UP AGAIN AND AGAIN, INFECTING THE YOUTH,

WAGING URBAN GUERRILLA WARFARE, SABOTAGING THE SMOOTH FUNCTIONING

OF BUREAUCRACIES, WAYLAYING THE TYPIST ON HER WAY TO THE WATER-

COOLER, KIDNAPPING THE EXECUTIVE BETWEEN OFFICE AND HOME, CREEP-

ING INTO THE BEDROOMS OF RESPECTABLE FAMILIES, HIDING IN THE

CHAMBERS OF HIGH OFFICE, GRADUALLY TIGHTENING ITS CONTROL, EVEN-

TUALLY EMERGING INTO THE STREETS, WAGING PITCHED BATTLES AND

WINNING (ITS VICTORY IS INEVITABLE).

WE ARE THE VANGUARD OF FANTASY

WHERE WE LIVE IS LIBERATED TERRITORY IN WHICH FANTASY MOVES

ABOUT FREELY AT ALL HOURS OF THE DAY, FROM WHICH IT MOUNTS

ITS ATTACKS ON OCCUPIED TERRITORY.

EACH DAY BRINGS NEW AREAS UNDER OUR CONTROL

EACH DAY A NEW VICTORY IS REPORTED

EACH DAY FANTASY DISCOVERS NEW FORMS OF ORGANIZATION

EACH DAY IT FURTHER CONSOLIDATES ITS CONTROL, HAS LESS TO

FEAR, CAN AFFORD TO SPEND MORE TIME IN SELF DISCOVERY...

EVEN IN THE MIDST OF BATTLES IT PLANS THE CITIES OF THE FUTURE.

WE ARE FULL OF OPTIMISM

WE ARE THE FUTURE

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Pink is the color of love

because when you kiss someone you turn pink

sometimes. The color of love is like a Pinkest color.

If you love someone you either kiss them on the lips or Fuck them.

-Edwin (4th grader, P.S. 166 Harlem)