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Saw General Orders No. 9 last night at the Webster Film Series. There were all of 15 people in the auditorium, which is a damn shame. This documentary is not just pointing to the future of film, but is showing us the future, period. Here’s a photo of the last page of the press kit: an old storybook image of Br’er Rabbit, and the caption, What Should the New Map Look Like? a question repeated throughout the film. Br’er Rabbit makes no appearance in the film, which has confused some audiences, even though the tagline is “one more trip down the rabbithole, before it’s paved over.” I suspected there was more to it, though, only because I’d had a couple of weird synchronicities related to Púca, a nature spirit that often takes the form of a giant rabbit. (The film Harvey is about a Púca, and would actually make an interesting double-feature with GON9.) In any case, this reviewer confirmed my suspicions. Variety, in its review, describes GON9 as a doc that “contemplates the loss of the natural world to the onslaught of urbanism in the Deep South.” A few years ago, I had an epiphany about the Midwest. If you look at old tribal maps it completely changes your perception of where you’re at. You realize you don’t live in a state; you live in a bioregion. From that point on, I began to think of myself not as a St. Louisan, or a Missourian, but as Mississippi River Valley inhabitant. When I told people this, they thought I was crazy. Now, I feel less crazy knowing a documentary crew spent nine years working on a film that asserts essentially the same thing. The subhead for this blog points not just to British poet John Clare (who wrote elegies for the commons when they were fenced by the rich), but to GON9, which talks about Middle Georgia as “a world entire.” It is also pointing to the poeticized Talmud quote in Shindler’s List (“Whoever saves one life saves the world entire”). The title, Radical Slang, refers to the bits of John Clare’s poems that were edited out by his patron, Lord Radstock (the phrase is his). Who knows what this blog will become - the intention right now are to post about matters related, but not limited to: maps, terrain, language, poetry, art, nature, the commons, social justice (or injustice as the case may be), race, class, gender, economics, deep ecology, endangered species, invasive species, weeds as not-weeds, urban flora and fauna, including the plants and animals in my North St. Louis neighborhood, O’Fallon Park. It’s a place to use radical slang, those paragraphs that get edited out of polite, small-talk conversations.

Saw General Orders No. 9 last night at the Webster Film Series. There were all of 15 people in the auditorium, which is a damn shame. This documentary is not just pointing to the future of film, but is showing us the future, period. Here’s a photo of the last page of the press kit: an old storybook image of Br’er Rabbit, and the caption, What Should the New Map Look Like? a question repeated throughout the film. Br’er Rabbit makes no appearance in the film, which has confused some audiences, even though the tagline is “one more trip down the rabbithole, before it’s paved over.” I suspected there was more to it, though, only because I’d had a couple of weird synchronicities related to Púca, a nature spirit that often takes the form of a giant rabbit. (The film Harvey is about a Púca, and would actually make an interesting double-feature with GON9.) In any case, this reviewer confirmed my suspicions. Variety, in its review, describes GON9 as a doc that “contemplates the loss of the natural world to the onslaught of urbanism in the Deep South.” A few years ago, I had an epiphany about the Midwest. If you look at old tribal maps it completely changes your perception of where you’re at. You realize you don’t live in a state; you live in a bioregion. From that point on, I began to think of myself not as a St. Louisan, or a Missourian, but as Mississippi River Valley inhabitant. When I told people this, they thought I was crazy. Now, I feel less crazy knowing a documentary crew spent nine years working on a film that asserts essentially the same thing. The subhead for this blog points not just to British poet John Clare (who wrote elegies for the commons when they were fenced by the rich), but to GON9, which talks about Middle Georgia as “a world entire.” It is also pointing to the poeticized Talmud quote in Shindler’s List (“Whoever saves one life saves the world entire”). The title, Radical Slang, refers to the bits of John Clare’s poems that were edited out by his patron, Lord Radstock (the phrase is his). Who knows what this blog will become - the intention right now are to post about matters related, but not limited to: maps, terrain, language, poetry, art, nature, the commons, social justice (or injustice as the case may be), race, class, gender, economics, deep ecology, endangered species, invasive species, weeds as not-weeds, urban flora and fauna, including the plants and animals in my North St. Louis neighborhood, O’Fallon Park. It’s a place to use radical slang, those paragraphs that get edited out of polite, small-talk conversations.

Ready to go for the parades. (Taken with instagram)

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Jimmie holding court on her first trip to The Bike Shop (Taken with instagram)

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bohemea:

Damien Echols, producer and subject of the documentary film West of Memphis, poses for a portrait during his first snowfall in 20 years at the Sundance Film Festival, January 21st 2012

These pictures ache my heart!

My favorite piece from New Frontier being taken down by the artist #sundance (Taken with instagram)

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Prepping for load out #sundance (Taken with instagram)

My job for the night @ #sundance (Taken with instagram)

#soloparking @ The Distilery #sundance (Taken with instagram)

My #sundance (Taken with instagram)