OPEN LITERATURE

by The Living Theatre and

the people of Super Happy Fun Land, Texas

during the Know Your Rites Tour, August 2016

All In Together

Blood on stone

Blood on asphalt

Blood on dirt, grass

Shards of broken glass

Children in the meat grinder of

Poverty and greed

Death from above

Death from the cross fire

Two shores, Three, Four, more!

The Blood pours out the same

shame

WAR WITHOUT END

WAR NO MORE

I HATE WAR

I WAS BORN IN WW2

I REMEMBER BOMBS FALLING

I HATE WAR

THERE IS NO NEED FOR WAR

IT’S THE WARS OF THE RICH

¡Patria Libre o Morir!

Gritan los revolucionarios

los niños no gritan...

the children don’t cry

the children will be silent

the playgrounds are silent

the schools are bombed

War!

What is it good for?

WAR NOT GOOD FOR CHILDREN

NO MORE WAR

One gun pointed in every direction and one

in every mouth we eat ourselves inside out

and each other. Ugolino are his children to

prevent starving and was at the deep deep

of hell for. ever. we turn the soil

into a pile of bodies for nothing but

profit and create hell here. “plague plague

the starving legs that cannot dance the unexpressed

flesh eating itself - cancer. hide! shut up! turn

out the lights.” I am talking about

life & death.

NO, MY FATHER NEVER DIED -

IT WAS ONLY TORTURE IN A CRACKED OUT MIND

THOSE OPAL GREEN OCEAN EYES GONE,

BLOWN, TO THE ONE BRIDGE’S NAME

HE TELLS ME FROM WHICH HE WANTS TO JUMP.

WHRE IS THE HERE THAT YOU ARE NOT THERE?

MY HAZEL EYES PREY ON EVERY FRACTAL

OF YOUR ROTTING BODY TREE AND

WILL

IT

TO JUST GROW.

I SIT WITH MY FATHER IN A CAR

SMELLING OF BLUE WHALES ROTTING ON DREDGED SAND

THE MAYOR BOUGHT WITH HURRICANE INSURANCE.

I WONDER WHEN THE FIRST DROP OF FATE

STRUCK THE SEA AND IF THE SERENE WHALES

BELOW CROSSED THE GULF CAUTIOUSLY,

BENEATH THE HEAVEN HUNG NOOSE

OF THE HURRICANE

WITH LOVE FROM ME,

CAMILLE ROWDON

Grace will find us.

We will find grace.

“It’s all within!” Mladys the Master says.

We are here.

We are strong NOW.

We are power NOW.

We are LOVED NOW.

We shall not hate our way towards love.

We shall not waste time.

We shall be persistent in our demolition

of those who seek to hook us by our

Bellies, tongues, and genitals,

We shall destroy what we thought it

meant to be human.

We are their divine children.

We are a sublime, infinite, man

of love and compassion.

Change

Motion

internal revelation

bathing in blood

Seeing through the eyes of our ancestors

touch

change

motion

external activation

Genocide is when we kill our own kind.

Separation is an illusion. One death by murder is

self cannibalism. We are eating ourselves. We are

EATING OURSELVES and this greed is blinding

and profoundly stupid. Who in the history of

intelligence brought about peace through War?

Answer. NOBODY.

From Texas to Ghana, Venus to Mars, sky to dirt,

the people, the animals, all of us feel the

rumble. We fear the rumble but embrace

the doom. Together we are the answer.

I remember when I LIVED AT PEACE.

151 1st Avenue, #136

New York, NY 10003

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