No law above supply-demand. Feverish, I need an ice-bag and numerous products of the Bayer corporation under the tongue, worn after intense negotiations, brokering with well-salaried editors of a renown left-wing publication that streamlines online articles ”Against Neoliberalism”(the pantheistic force explaining all that is unpleasant) Trademark of this particular journal is to run articles denouncing the logic of internships, volunteering, and other instances of exploitation and people working for free–provided the writers of these anti-neoliberal articles supply them gratuit, forfeit them for-free, while promising to also help distribution on Tweet. The writer’s payment is to wear the logo of a recognizable publication. Told the guru that after servicing his predecessors long hard and gratis I would like to be paid Standard Fee sterling for my humble part. The criterion for determining whether their fee is to be paid, however, is whether it can be estimated that the article will have a circulation approximating ten thousand views or likes–in short, a ratings system, the sole criterion justifying the rarity of payment, estimated by financial crystal ball. In the face of a constant rainbow-stream of free material coming daily to his inbox, dream-catcher for the fantasies of rebellious management and after-office intellectuals who are suffering, afflicted with severe graphomania/ dyphteria, why pay a dented cent? Writers and artists are made into content-providers this way, by editors who are middle-management. But the forceful question remains: how have I collaborated in the farce? And how have you? What is our share in having created and fed these disturbed neo-feudal relations?
Betraying my Hebrew lesson, enraging old Elijahu
I looked upon a bronze Ethiopian
cross, it contained a hundred other crosses
and an optical illusion, as if the crucifix whirled
in concentric circles.
”Copernicus was an Aethiopian!” where did I hear
that Shibboleth? Not in Nazareth?
A theory that would Please
Crazed old men with toothy grin and matted hair thought significant
would respond to my Shibboleth, adding something or other
about Nazareth, maybe their color
(perhaps one rasta got really original or rhymed)
singing, smoking and most of all, muttering
from their night-perches, half-snoozing and spectral blacks on the curb
to sleep by sunup, dawn is dragged by a garbage truck
like the body of Achilles’ concubine
The writing of this by hand is a mistake, but
Erroneous is the name of a saint
who did not make it on time to the canonization,
never on time, owning a different…
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A Day in the Life of a Freelance Journalist—2013
Here is an exchange between the Global Editor of the Atlantic Magazine and myself this afternoon attempting to solicit my professional services for an article they sought to publish after reading my story “25 Years of Slam Dunk Diplomacy: Rodman trip comes after 25 years of basketball diplomacy between U.S. and North Korea” here http://www.nknews.org/2013/03/slam-dunk-diplomacy/ at NKNews.org
From the Atlantic Magazine:
On Mar 4, 2013 3:27 PM, “olga khazan” <firstname.lastname@example.org> wrote:
Hi there — I’m the global editor for the Atlantic, and I’m trying to reach Nate Thayer to see if he’d be interested in repurposing his recent basketball diplomacy post on our site.
Could someone connect me with him, please?
From the head of NK News, who originally published the piece this morning:
Hi that piece is copy right to NK News, so…
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Before the opening-day. (photo by Steven Jouwersma)
Download the PDF of the report here! >>>> Report on my experience at an artist in residency program in Curaçao, Uniarte
Overlooking the lake of Banda Bou. Photography by Steven Jouwersma
With a curious mural at a beautiful seaside church at Westpoint, Curaçao
Drawings in the showcase window of the Casa Moderna. Titles are “Mirtos and the Swan,”My Nebuchadnezzar, Cuban phantoms, and ”Paradise as I have known it”
At the house of Roland Colastica, poet and actor after a poetry and music night held in his tamarind-yard
A lecture in the ‘events news” of the Curaçao art website
Uniarte’s facebook page https://www.facebook.com/weUniarte/
Talking about projects, then reading two poems in Spanish on the New Day show
In Small Axe Salon, platform for Caribbean literature and ideas.
Recently gone ”live” in online publication, my article The Divided Dutch-Antillean Writer and the Unifying Force of Translation, and English translations I made of three of Curaçaoan poet Frank Martinus Arion’s verses from Papiamentu and from Dutch. Other manifestoes in the anthology are from Haitian and Puerto Rican writers on translation and creole languages, in the anthology published online and in print by the Caribbean-studies platform Small Axe.
Link to article in the Europe Now Journal. My political-philosophical article asks whether artistic freedoms and Enlightenment values can co-exist with the conventional anti-immigration politics that have been implemented and cemented by the Centre-right and Centre-left, progressive established political elites of Europe. I use the Netherlands as an example, comparing the censorship against dadaist guerilla poetess Joke Kaviaar, and the threatened deportations of a Dutch-Iraqi poet (Rodan Al-Ghalidi) and of Indonesian concert pianist Harimada Kusuma, to more classic and conventionally accepted Cold-War examples of censorship.