A Forum for Vigorous Debate, Cornerstone of Democracy

[For the journal (guidelines, focus, etc.), go to www.theamericandissident.org ].
Encouraged censorship and self-censorship seem to have become popular in America today. Those who censor others, not just self, tend to favor the term "moderate," as opposed to "censor" and "moderation" to "censorship." But that doesn't change what they do. They still act as Little Caesars or Big Brother protectors of the thin-skinned. Democracy, however, demands a tough populace, not so easily offended. On this blog, and to buck the trend of censorship, banning, and ostracizing, comments are NEVER "moderated." Rarely (almost NEVER) do the targets of these blog entries respond in an effort to defend themselves with cogent counter-argumentation. This blog is testimony to how little academics, poets, critics, newspaper editors, cartoonists, political hacks, cultural council apparatchiks, librarians et al appreciate VIGOROUS DEBATE, cornerstone of democracy. Clearly, far too many of them could likely prosper just fine in places like communist China and Cuba or Saudi Arabia, Qatar, and Russia.

More P. Maudit cartoons (and essays) at Global Free Press: http://www.globalfreepress.org

Sunday, August 14, 2016

Fogo Island

Ah, the beauty of Newfoundland!  I took this photo on Fogo Island, not far from the town of Fogo on a hiking trail at twilight... all alone twas I...   

Friday, August 5, 2016

Eileen Myles

Dyke Poet, Schmyke Poet, Who Gives a Damn!!!

I keep getting called a punk poet in the press, because they can’t say dyke. —Eileen Myles 

Contrary to the lame press Myles denigrates, while she gets more coverage than deserved, I can say dyke… and so what?  Dyke poet, smyke poet, latino poet, black-lives-matter poet, or toilet-controversial tranny poet.  Who gives a goddamn?  Where is the anti-establishment poet???  And I don’t mean Ginsberg or Bukowski, both of whom beggared to be part of the establishment… and succeeded in that sell-out endeavor.  Where are the poets who speak rude truth to the hands apt to feed them and put them under the stinkin’ limelight of the local university, state cultural councils, NEA, NPR, Poetry magazine, Poets&Writers, Library of Congress, Guggenheim, MacArthur Foundation, Poetaster Foundation, and Poetry House?

Emily Wittapril’s mindnumbing New York Times hagiography (total absence of questioning and challenging), “The Poet Idolized by a New Generation of Feminists,” assures that self-proclaimed dyke poet Eileen Myles, who endorsed Congenital Liar Hillary because she has a vagina, is certainly not one of those poets!  And if she were, she wouldn’t have been praised in the New York Times, which is in the business of praising see-no-evil, hear-no-evil establishment poetasters.  Wittapril begins her laudanum-infused laudation with a hook, of course:  “For decades, it seemed as though Eileen Myles and her unflinching depictions of New York misfits and creatives would forever be relegated to the margins of the American canon. And then last year happened.”  Oh my, no longer on the edge of the canon!  Now, I’ll have to read on to see what the hell happened!  Ah, her old novel Chelsea Girls (1994) is getting new wind.  That’s what happened.   In the hagiograpy, the poetesse, uh, poet reminisces about the East Village, which felt to her like the center of anti-establishment American poetry.  “The romance was that you had to be poor, you had to live in this neighborhood, you had to hang out and read all the books that everybody was reading, stay up all night, have an amazing life and write poetry.”  Sounds like in-vogue copycat mimicry!  How does that horseshit jive with the photo of Myles dressed as a proud one-percenter in a “Comme des Garçons Homme Plus” $1,390 jacket and $400 “Comme des Garçons Shirt”?  What happened to her romance of poet poverty?  Sounds a bit like Dicaprio flouncing about in his private jet with his global warming and small-carbon footprint romance.   So today Myles, now ordained establishment poet gets to publish poems in The New Yorker and The New York Review of Books.  “In the ’70s it was cool to be a poet,” she noted. “In the ’80s it was a joke.”  Yeah, and today thanks to her and others of her pompous ilk, it’s become a downright tragedy.  Myles states at the end of Wittapril’s hagiography:  “If a fool will persist in their [sic] folly, he [sic] will be wise, right?”  Wittapril notes that Myles was “smiling, because she knew she already was.”  Myles evidently could use a dose of humility and a course in Grammar 101.  The “sic”s are mine, not Wittapril’s.  If Myles had been honest, her statement would have been “if a fool persists in her folly, she will be anointed by other fools.”  You know, like Wittapril…

PS:  Myles responded to this post via two very brief emails:
1.  "Ha boy are you ever pathetic. Good luck."
2.  "Go away troll."

My lengthy experience dealing with establishment poets, some actually believing they're anti-establishment, as in the Outlaw poets, underscores the latter to be as thin-skinned as it gets and utterly incapable of cogent response to my critique.   Pathetically unoriginal ad hominem is all I've ever received from them.

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

La Scie

What beauty I find up in Newfoundland!  Here's a photo I took a month ago at twilight in an outport called La Scie (the saw) on the Baie Verte peninsula, one of my favorite areas. Many towns have French names because the French had settled there before the English and Irish.  

Monday, July 25, 2016

Julie Wake

Open Letter to Executive Director Julie Wake, Arts Foundation of Cape Cod, 
And to Cape Cod Safe-Artiste Supreme Richard Neal 

Silence will be your likely response to this letter and attached watercolor, both critical of you and posted on the internet here:  wwwtheamericandissidentorg.blogspot.com.  

Silence is always the likely response of those at the helm when questioned and challenged by unconnected, common citizens.  Silence is the response of those who do NOT believe in the fundamental cornerstones of democracy:  freedom of speech and vigorous debate.  

“HAC[K] Staffer Julie Wake Appointed as Arts Foundation Executive Director” provoked me to create the watercolor.  Of course, the Cape Cod Times didn’t have the brains to realize what “HAC Staffer” could imply.  So, I added the K.  

Both this letter and watercolor will also appear in next issue of The American Dissident.  Fear not, however!  The journal has been banned by the Clams Library System of Cape Cod.  In fact, I’d even offered a free subscription to Lucy Loomis, director of Sturgis Library, my neighborhood library.  Loomis not only rejected it, but ended up deciding to permanently ban me “for the safety of the staff and public” and all the writing by other poets and writers published in the journal, whom one must also assume to be potential dangers to the staff and public.  Do you care?  Well, we both already know the answer to that.  

Now, imagine if you actually possessed the unusual democratic openness to permit satire of the local Cape Cod arts and literary scene into the gates of your new Arts Foundation fiefdom?  Well, if that were the case, I suppose I’d be out of “business,” as a local critic.  Over the past six years, I’ve been testing the waters of the art and literary scene on Cape Cod.  Sadly, those waters have proven to be 100% murky (i.e., absolutely safe for political hacks, cultural marms, educrats, and other PC-bottle feeding adults.  Art on Cape Cod has become 100% commercially-acceptable, and that is the very crux of the problem confronting art today:  innocuousness okay/criticism not okay.  Period.   

When it comes to the ARTS, few journalists, if any at all, ever question and challenge  the iron-grip of commerce and the PC-mentality keeping the Arts innocuously safe.  Instead, they simply publish vacuous statements like “To further the Arts Foundation’s mission to strengthen and promote Cape Cod’s arts and culture, Wake spends every day connecting with members and donors, reviewing marketing and business development opportunities, and finding innovative ways to share and promote the arts and culture scene on Cape Cod.”  

Unsurprisingly, you, Julie Wake, stated: “I’ve always been committed to working in creative environments, and marketing and business development have filled that professional need.” And your anointed prize-winner Richard Neal concluded: “Winning the inaugural Arts Foundation of Cape Cod Artist Fellowship was a wonderful event for me. In practical terms, the grant money paid most of my studio rent for the year. The award helped even more in peripheral ways—I had an exhibition at the Cape Cod Museum of Art and through that show and the media many more people became aware of my art and what I do. Please support the Arts Foundation which does so much to raise cultural awareness and strengthen the Arts on Cape Cod.”  

Finally, I am not a hater.  I am not a violent man.  I have no police record.  I NEVER make threats.  I am not an Islamist.  I am not a Trump fan, though definitely not a fan of congenital liar Hillary either.  YET, “for the safety of the staff and public,” my very civil rights are being denied here on Cape Cod because I am not permitted to attend any cultural or political events held at my neighborhood library, though I am forced to pay taxes that help support it.  In essence, I dared question and challenge a local autocrat, something upsetting to Cape Cod autocrats in general, thus “for the safety of the staff and public.”  Nice ploy, n'est-ce pas?