Saturday, September 19, 2026

A Man in a Panama on the Bowery

Last week I spotted a man wearing a stiff Panama hat on the corner of Bleecker and the Bowery waiting for the change of lights. I couldn't recall ever seeing a man in a Panana hat on the Bowery. I knew the Boulevard of Dreams from my childhood. I approached the man and complimented his hat. We traversed the avenue together to Bowery Market I asked his name and he said, "Charlie, I do the sound here." Charlie. Sound. The Bowery. "Are Charlie from CBGBs?" I walked with a legend. "Yes." And with that I was transported to another time__ In December 1976 I tramped up the Bowery to my SRO room on West 11th Street. A thin fall of snow covered the sidewalk. I heard a band playing a breakneck cover of the Rivieras' CALIFORNIA SUN from inside a white-stuccoed bar with a white stucco front. I pushed open the wooden door, paid my admission, and approached the stage, mesmerized by the leather-jacketed quartet. In less than a minute I was hooked by the Ramones and remain a punk to this day as well as a hippie. Charlie's sound was a big part of it. The Dead Boys, Ramones, Richard Hell, Guadalcanal, Brenda in the lady's room, Alice funny as hell, Xcessive, Kim,my cousin, the Revelons, a softball game against the Angels, The Johnny Blitz benefit et al Charlie Martin. Long-haired genius. Mono sound run on four inputs with rotary knobs, bass and treble. CBGBs sound supreme. Charlie's now working at the Country Western bar next to Bowery Market. It's good to be back in the City, where ghosts come alive__ The Ramones - California Sun 1976 Thank you, Charlie__

Ramones First Show

Early morning
Just
After the dawn
Wake slow
Open my eyes
Look at my phone
6:21 am__
Alone another dawn
I lost count how many
Back asleep asleep
Dream nothing
White light
All is nothing__
Wake up
Alone again
My family halfway around the Earth
My dawn to their dusk
My Village their Sri Racha
Dawn to dusk__
No more sleep
Open eyes
Look at phone
6:58 am__ I fall asleep
Wake up
Look at phone
7:43 am__
Way past the dawn
Bright sunlight
In bed on the 9th floor of 4 Washington Square Park
My dreams forgotten
I am awake
I live
Get out of bed
Go to the bathroom
I pass water I live
Life goes on
8:36 am___
Awake standing
Life come to stay
For today
8:37 am__
Living is life
Today
8:38 am
A deep breath
Time to start the day__
Fifty years ago
August 16, 1974
Tonight that Year
The Ramones play live for the first time
CBGBs live
Blitzkrieg Bop__
Me that day
24
I wake on a bluff
Overlooking the Pacific
Moonlight Beach
The end of an LSD trip
The end of America__
Fog fills the dawn windows
White all white
Floe in bed with me
Naked like me
Asleep
Fingertips on her bare shoulder
Warm flesh Alive same as me then
Same as me now
August 16, 2026
8:51 am
I shower I dress
Blitzkrieg Bop LP playing on my stereo
The Ramones
I first saw them winter 1977
I live
I hope tomorrow too
The Ramones forever today
Me alive too
Gabba Gabba Hey__

Fun with Communism 2010

In 1988 I had a series of dreams about nuclear annihilation. The first one was situated in New York. the sirens sounded the alarm and thousands of east Villagers headed to the subway for shelter. There wasn't room for all of us. Someone pointed to the sky and I could see a black missile falling earthward.

White flash.

The next dream was in Moscow. The populace filed into trains with calm order and got off at the next station to allow other passengers to continue their hopeless exodus.

White flash.

The third was at a Siberian airfield. I was making love with a Red Air Force female pilot. The sirens sounded once more. She excused herself from my embrace and ran to her bomber parked outside the dacha. I watched her take off moments before mushrooms clouds rose over the tundra.

White flash.

I liked the last dream best, but I always thought you weren't supposed to die in your dreams.

Guess I was wrong.

Friday, September 18, 2026

We Will Bury You - 2012


The skies are gray over New York. The global economy is in the shitter. I don't have a job and I asked myself, "What is this world coming to?"

I answer myself with the words of Nikita Khrushchev, "We will bury you."

The end of capitalism could happen, it sounds like the grave is already dug, however don't count out the ruling elite yet. They've been in this position before and come out of it just like Dracula, plus the USSR leader never really said, "We will bury you."

From WIKPEDIA

On August 24, 1963, Khrushchev himself remarked in his speech in Yugoslavia, "I once said, 'We will bury you,' and I got into trouble with it. Of course we will not bury you with a shovel. Your own working class will bury you," [4] a reference to the Marxist saying, "The proletariat is the undertaker of capitalism"; a popular articulation of the materialist conception of history as the inevitable progression of class struggle towards communism. Huh?

All I know is that we only have a few days left on this Earth.

Please make them good ones and don't pay your credit card bills.

No Left Turn For J Edgar Hoover

J. Edgar Hoover famously never allowed his drivers to turn left.

When I first heard that story, I thought this edict was due to his hatred of the Left and fear of Communism, but actually his command was based on his limousine getting t-boned from the left.

An additional note UPS plan out driving route with mostly right turns instead of left turns to save fuel, reduce idle time, and improve road safety. Or to instruct them in how to be rightists. As a student in a Catholic grammar school outside Boston, the nuns forced me to use my right hand, leading to my dyslexia. I still deal cards with my left hand. Resistance is not futile.

The Power Of Bertell Ollman

Several months after my liver transplant in December 2022 my friend Raoul asked , if I could elder care his father, Professor Bertell Ollman, a renowned Marxist scholar. The eighty-nine old has just retired from NYU. He was in the early stages of forgetting everything. I agree. I neeed money. His father was a kin man to me. The job entailed eating lunch with him and watching TV unti he fell asleep. Raoul had a four hour break from his 24/7 existence with his father, who wasn't quite sure who he was.

After Raoul departed the apartment on Bleecker Street, we watched nature programs and popular movies. Nothing heavy. We sat surrounded by walls of books. Maybe ten thousands on philosophy and revoution. Two hors on his father retreated to his bedroom. A nap. I returned to the living room and picked out books. I I searched each book for a meaningful paragraph about overthrowing the capitalist state in the upcoming revolution. Later I read to him. Each a word to flourish his still revolutionary soul.

Two years ago I read his 2011 Letter of Resignation from the Jewish people to him. Forty-five minutes of his writing condemning the Zionists abandoning the Jewish culture of the Diaspora to seize Biblical lands from the Palestinians. All of it is pure genius and ends with these words.

"As far as I’m concerned, the comedian, Lenny Bruce, provided the only good answer to this question when he said, "Dig, I'm Jewish. Count Bassie’s Jewish. Ray Charles is Jewish. Eddie Cantor is goyish… Marine Corps – heavy goyish… If you live in New York or any other big city, you’re Jewish. If you live in Butte, Montana, you’re going to be goyish even if you’re Jewish… Kool-Aid is goyish. Evaporated milk is goyish even if Jews invented it… Pumpernickel is Jewish and, as you know, white bread is very goyish.… Negroes are all Jews… Irishmen who have rejected their religion are Jewish… Baton twirling is very goyish.”

To this I would only add, “Noam Chomsky, Mordechai Vanunu and Edward Said are Jewish. Elie Wiesel is goyish. So, too, all ‘Jewish’ neo-cons. Socialism and communism are Jewish. Sharon and Zionism are very goyish”. And, who knows, if this reading of Judaism were to take hold, I may one day apply for readmission to the Jewish people.

When I shut the letter, Professor Ollman said, "I don't agree with all of that."

"You wrote that."

"I did?"

"Yes."

The professor shrugged and smiled kindly. Still the Marxist monster of the Capitalists. No recollection in his cobwebbed mind of the struggle, but I recognize his genius and anytime I speak to him about the impending revolution he smiles and wishes us success. He was a man to be followed. By the CIA and FBI. An enemy of the state. Forever. Every time we were together at his aparment in the NYU professorial dorms, I assured him that I was there to protect him from the Feds. And I was serious.

The only way to forget is not to remember - James Steele - Fugitve

1968 forever never forget, comrades!

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Marx's vision of Communism - Professor Bertell Ollman 1977

Marx's vision of Communism - Professor Bertell Ollman 1977

Most recently Trump has upgraded his drug-crazed vitriola against the opposition by calling all democrats 'communists to resurrect America's Red Scare of the 20th Century. No more socialists, but communists threatening wealth cronyism attempt to destroy Kapital by eliminating the economy of money. Pennies were the first to go. Nickels are slated next. No one carries cash and every transaction on plastic cost 3-5%.

In 1977 Professor Bertell Ollman wrote in Marx's vision of Communism,

Today any form of the concrete world, of human life, any transformation of the technical and natural environment is a possibility, and the locus of this possibility is historical. Today we have the capacity to turn the world into hell, and we are well on the way to doing so. We also have the capacity to turn it into the opposite of hell. This would mean the end of utopia, that is, the refutation of those ideas and theories that use the concept of utopia to denounce certain socio-historical possibilities. It can also be understood as the “end of history” in the very precise sense that the new possibilities for a human society and its environment can no longer be thought of as continuations of the old, nor even as existing in the same historical continuum with them. Rather, they presuppose a break with the historical continuum; they presuppose the qualitative difference between a free society and societies that are still unfree, which, according to Marx, makes all previous history only the prehistory of mankind.

Americans in fact have no idea of communism or the socialist programs of socialism ingrained into the lifeblood of the nations; highways, the military, medicine, baseball et al. Everyone of us frightened not of the Reds stealing their money, since no one has money. Only plastic cards controlled by the banks. What people fear is losing the chance of getting rich. Who wants to be a billionaire? Everyone does, however only accordding to Forbes Magazine there are 3,428 billionaires worldwide, who control approximately $20.1 trillion in wealth. Actually there is estimated to be $450-600 trillion of wealth controlled by 1% on humanity. This year Elon Musk became the first trillionaire with the IPO of Space X. Another scam.

Me, I am not a communist. More an anarchist. Still as the Clash sing, "I believe in the Communist cause."

To read more of Marx's Vision of Communism By Bertell Ollman, please go to https://leftypol.org/edu/src/1632871282990.pdf

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Joe Strummer later said in 1980, “I have to keep pointing out that we're not Communists.”