Month: March 2018

The Young Karl Marx

The Young Karl Marx (dir. Raoul Peck) opens in a forest. The forest is almost painfully beautiful. Peasants are gathering sticks for firewood — only dead wood from the forest floor, nothing that’s still growing. Suddenly they are attacked by police on horseback. Some are killed. We see their bodies, eyes open. The scene is historically accurate in at least two senses: landowners in the wine-growing area of Trier, where Karl Marx was born, were just then asserting exclusive ownership over common lands where tradition afforded villagers limited but important rights, like the gathering of firewood. And it was this local...

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Camp Cope: How to Socialize & Make Friends

Camp Cope How to Socialize & Make Friends Run For Cover Records In an interview in The Guardian the other week, Kim Deal said that ‘misogyny is the actual backbone of the music industry, and without misogyny the music industry would crumble.’  No kidding.  Back in 2016, Camp Cope dropped their wickedly amazing début album on the world.  It got a lot of love and adulation, and deservedly so.  But, some couldn’t leave well enough alone, and pointed out that frontwoman Georgia Maq is the daughter of the late Hugh McDonald, who was Aussie rock’n’roll royalty.  And therefore, Camp Cope were...

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The Trouble with Money

Ever had trouble with money? Like, say, hearing from bill collectors at home and at work? Or bouncing your rent check? Or borrowing money from friends to pay Con Ed? Or watching silently while the repo man tows your car, even though you had enough money in the bank to pay the loan off yesterday? Been there, done that. And I’m the guy who wrote the book on the Federal Reserve. I’m supposed to understand money and banking, debt and liability. And I do, in the abstract. I can explain Say’s Law, or Marx’s theory of value, or Keynes’s...

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Car Kissing in the Rain and Leaving Indifference by Eileen Hugo

Installment 15 features two poems by Eileen Hugo. Both pieces travel in transitory directions and offer quick but lingering glimpses into acts that are only supposed to last for a short time.   *** Car Kissing in the Rain Rain drops made circles and moved down the windows in small rivers that branched out and down to the hood of the car heavy rain drummed the roof and our pulses it was steamy outside and in with the curtain drawn passions escalated but this was car kissing     nothing more *** Leaving From the car window I see the road that leaves this frigid town. It only goes south past one school, one store with a gas pump and one dingy church. Curls of acrid smoke bunch into a dark haze that stays trapped above your cliche house. Porch railing broken one car on blocks surrounded by scattered remains of the stand-ins you have used up. I don’t see you when I pass by I wave anyway. *** My name is Eileen Hugo and I am a poet. I am retired and doing all the things I love. I have been published in the anthologies Southern Breezes and The Baby Boomer Birthright, and most recently The Taste Of Ink, a collaboration of poets from Mid-Coast Maine. I also served time as the Poetry Editor for The Houston Literary Review. In April of...

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The Sheepdogs: Changing Colours

The Sheepdogs hail from Saskatoon, Saskatchewan.  S’toon, as it is also known, is often overshadowed by the provincial capital, Regina, the Paris of the Prairies.  This is unfortunate.  Anytime I’ve found myself in Saskatoon, I’ve had a hell of a time.  It has a vibrant arts scene, beautiful scenery, and a pleasant vibe  It is also from whence Joni Mitchell hails. Back in 2011, five years after forming, The Sheepdogs won a contest between 16 unsigned bands to be featured on the cover of Rolling Stone.  Over 1.5 million votes were cast, and the ‘boogie rock revivalists’ from S’toon won....

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