A performance poem based on a protest chant spontaneously created by
30 or 40 mostly anarchists and witches during a protest against the first
Gulf war, in February 1991. When AWOL (Artists and Writers Out Loud)
asked me to perform at a rally "after the war", I scribbled it down and
yelled it from a megaphone in front of SF City Hall. Then it was integrated
into my solo performance, The King Is Dead (Long Live The King) which was
presented in San Francisco and Auckland. In collaboration with
Essex Hemphill (RIP), the text was edited slightly and then performed as
a duet to benefit The Bastard Review at New College of California, later in 1991.
Dedicated to the 200,000 Bay Areans who publicly protested the oil war.
I TRIED TO STOP THE WAR
Oh yeah, I tried to stop the war
I tried to stop the war
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried marching in the street
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried yelling my head off and beating a drum
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried blaming the war on George Bush
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried exposing the war at home
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried calling Saddam Hussein an evil wicked tyrant
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I wrote letters connecting George Bush
to the corporate shadow government
that hates its own people
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried saying Peace is Patriotic
and War is not Peace
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried voting
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried not voting
BUT THAT DIDN'T WORK EITHER!
I tried to learn about Iraq
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried to learn from history
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried to blame the borders
i tried supporting self-determination
I tried hating imperialism and refusing to rape
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
NOTHING WORKED!
I COULDN'T STOP THE WAR.
I tried healing my inner child
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried healing Saddam Hussein's inner child
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried blaming the war on Saddam's mother
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried blaming the war
on Bush's emotionally dysfunctional father
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I COULDN'T STOP THE WAR.
I tried sharing my fears with friends
I tried calling home and bonding with my family
I tried late nite prayers in circles and ritual bathing
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried raising sexual energy
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried minding my own fucking business
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
cuz the war invaded my dreams
and all my friends were talking about it
and all the papers and air waves were full of it
so I tried to blame the war on racism
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried to blame the war on male violence, homophobia,
and gross warrior romanticism
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried to blame the war on penis size
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried to blame the war on sexism
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried to connect sexism with disasters in the environment
I called the earth my mother
I warned about oil spills and endless fires and dead dolphins
and screaming birds
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried complaining about the costs
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried exposing the profits of oil and guns
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I chanted, Money for AIDS not for war
Money for AIDS not for war
Money for AIDS not for war
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I said think of the children, listen to the earth, think of the future,
listen to veterans, listen to womyn, listen to queers,
think of the future, look at the past,
remember Hiroshima, Tienanmen Square, Bangladesh, Soweto
I said think look listen feel
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I said think look listen feel
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I promised to think positively
to focus on light
to do good
to respect all my relations
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
I tried to escape the war
I tried to keep working
not to get distracted by the war
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
Everywhere I could sense the war
Every siren was a death I could feel
Every flag was a child in flames
Every headline was a community in prison,
a family separated, a history forgotten
a family separated, a history forgotten
I expected the police at my doorstep
I expected the church in my bed
I predicted heroes and parades and speeches by serial murderers
and it came true
IT CAME TRUE!
I COULDN'T ESCAPE THE WAR
When I yelled no one heard me.
When I walked on stilts only my friends saw me.
I COULDN'T STOP THE WAR
Nothing seemed to work
We returned to the streets
We blocked the federal building
We took the bridge
We exploded a cop car
We made art
We refused to make art
We sat down
We stood up
We walked and walked and talked and talked
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
We hugged and healed and felt and witnessed and blessed and learned
BUT IT DIDN'T WORK!
WE COULDN'T STOP THE WAR.
Not the war in iraq
Not the war at home
Not the war inside
Not the war between womyn and men
Between animals and people
Between property and freedom
We couldn't stop the war against sex
We couldn't stop the war against art
IT DIDN'T WORK
IT DIDN'T WORK
IT DIDN'T WORK
WE COULDN'T STOP THE WAR!
Keith Hennessy, 1991, The Mission, San Francisco
In 2013 I added the word cop before car,
surprised that it wasn't always there.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v5UM3U0MlCc
06:59, dawn
We put on a coats and go out into the streets, Among the people, among the buildings. This morning in the shade of the state, the sleeping giant, we are creating a new day. Because dance is a dance of idea and the idea that refuses.. dance and is an idea that refuses to die at least for another day.
06:59, because the dance ...
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06:59 (Dance is an idea that refuses to die) is a performance of dance artist that have decided to dance / and taht dance is not to be treated as exploratory, theoretical, philosophical and / or as physical materials, but movement of their bodies in space and time, regardless its aesthetic, stylistic and physiological background, dance taken as a statement of resistance, perfect readymade, that it is a fact and that we are.
Performed by:
Selma Banich, Sandra Banić Naumovski, Nino Bokan, Maja Marjančić, Ivana Rončević, Zrinka Užbinec i Ivana Vratarić
Author of the manifesto: Adam Semijalac
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