Sunday, September 13, 2009

Holy! Reunion and FRESH film showing.

We will be showing the film FRESH at the Franklin House on October 3rd. All are welcome to join us in the back yard for an outdoor showing of this super informative and inspirational film about farmers who strive to give back more to the earth than they take from it. Monsanto haters and earth lovers alike will love this film!

There is a potluck starting around 7:30, depending on when the Webster University Get The Folk UP! Fest is over.Holy!Holy!Holy! is reuniting and the Folk Fest at Webster is set to be our first show back! Also playing that show is David Rovics, Al Baker and The Garden Plot Jackals (holy members new hip hop project). After the show at Webster, let's all go back to the Franklin House for a potluck and film. Please try to push yourself to bring a small dish made of locally grown foods, or perhaps just grab a couple of veggies from your garden or some fruit from a neighbors fruit tree and potluck the ingredients for a great salad or stir-fry!

FRESH the movie | Screenings

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

some thoughts on community and love and life

starts with this:
i probably know everyone who will ever read this. and i don't know why i started or what i will say. not a declaration, a manifesto, not even claiming to be a coherent thought in this entire blog. just stream of consciousness as anyone who knows me (or especially anyone who has gotten to know my not self) has gotten used to by now. or rather, in most cases, come to love about me. my motive is simply the fact that i haven't written any sort of non-art piece in quite sometime and i wanna shake some of the cobwebs out (or is it 'off', shit it's coming back to me how stressful writing for a non-audience can be at times).

ive been really taking a good, hard, long (yes!) look into my life and personal relationships lately, and this has brought me nothing but pure joy. like, really. that Ecstasy, the IS, the real shit. one concept i have certainly embraced, and i'm not sure the exact point in which i coerced it from someone else's mind or body of work, is the idea (uh-oh!) of full accountability and responsibility of my actions in a situation. another is the idea (OH SNAP!) of destruction of false ego and embracing what i (and i'm sure others, but fuck them) have been calling the not self. what i mean by false ego is conscious (or rather unconscious masked as conscious) action that may hurt a member of my community. what i mean by embracing the not self is simply said dismantling of that false ego and replacing it with conscious, autonomous action that benefits both my not self and my community. it is my humble opinion that these two concepts, when put into action with each other, and put into context of action by members of a community, bring about certain levels of happiness and changewecanbelievein(sic) unattainable in my adult life until now. in order to have proper context, i must now define what i mean when i say community. community, in this setting, will be defined as a group of people (3 or more) who love, care for and have vested interest, no, no scratch that . a community is defined as a group of people (3 or more) who love, care for, respect and take the action necessary to create a healthy environment (be it artistic, anarchic, living space, whatever) for one another.
in these communities, it has been my assertion all along, that we need (we need! we need!) a more pure, open communication with one another. open communication has rolled off of my lips hundreds of times in meetings, be it with one or all the members of my community. open communication takes work. it takes knowing each other very well, and being able to process when someone in the community has a change (of heart, of mind or of action). open communication allows for this constant change to occur, without too much judgment or nitpicking in the process. open communication allows for us to talk about whatever it is that is on our minds (joyful, painful and especially all that gray void in between the two) at whatever time it is needed (or possible). open communication can be secretive, but need not be kept from anyone (in the community) with a want-to-know, as it is open, and therefore not to be hidden forever. open communication is not necessarily always full disclosure, as this can create rifts in groups that will undergo so many little battles with one another that we need not divide on who i had sex with last month. and if we do need to talk about it, we can, openly, without judgment but in a solution-oriented way. open communication is not just an idea, it is an action. an action we are all capable of using, in full force against the status-quo-top-down-oppressive-authoritative-rich-white-male state and the minions doing the state's work for them (not just cops, but this plain-clothed being called a 'productive member of society). not an easy action to take. the first step necessary is an open mind. when we open our minds to the endless realms of endless possibilities we have as free people, we have one the first battle in the war waged on us by the powers that be. the next, immediate step, is to open our mouths when we have something to say. be empowered by your community. and empower others. always got a strong statement to say? maybe try shutting the fuck up (i need to follow this advice more often) and allow a friend to speak up on what they think. fell your not 'radical' enough to contribute? fuck that. neither am i. neither are they. otherwise, we'd be there already. the third step to work on is surely the hardest. DROP THE FUCKING EGOS. just drop the ego. image? weak. human drama? worse. no one likes any of these parts of our selves (including and especially the divine not self within us) that wears this and says that. eats this and drinks that. that's a consumerist mindset that will have to go sometime. 'but all humans consume!', says the false ego from the back of the room. yes, this is true. but what YOU personally consume need not be representing who YOU truly are. this all applies just as much to me as to anyone. that's what this is. some cleansing of ego. tap into that inner infinite. the IS. and this isn't just some metaphysical bullshit. get real. calling someone 'out' for what they 'really are' is just as much egoism needing to be dismantled as anything. don't like my suggestions? don't take them. already got it all figured out? good. great. grand wonderful. but let's all agree that egos have gotten in the way of our free ways than they've helped. this is not an excuse to freeload off of your friends. this is not to say i know shit about shit (although i do it enough with the crohn's that i probably SHOULD-- the worst word in the 'radical' community). this is to say we need to unite. as communities. large and small. throw theme-based parties and potlucks and put a smile on our faces. tell one another how much love there is in the room. stop just fucking joking comfortably about topics like sex and responsibility. but don't be afraid to joke and have fun. realize that with strong communities and affinity groups using open communication without ego, we can rage on this system of hate and oppression. kill the oppressor inside (ego) and direct the angst, madness and rage you've used in an argument with a friend against one of the many arms of this putrid state. don't fight globalization by yelling at a friend (or usually behind their backs) for shopping at this place or that, skillshare a different way or let them be. these tiny cracks are letting too much water in and some of us can't swim. don't just assume your community will float through this murky fucking swampwater. go on a metaphor a couple sentences too long. have some fucking fun with all this serious work. take into account, not just the class war, but the ongoing fights against racism, sexism and all the other isms. try not to use oppressive language, but don't be politically correct. smile. be in love. be loved. don't possess anyone. ever.
let's open our minds, our hearts and our communication, comrades.



Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Black Death All Stars -- Friday June 19th

Franklin House presents a night @ Spice 12 with:
The Black Death All Stars
8pm -- FREE, but please donate if you can!!

Spice 12 is our favorite hookah bar and indian/pakistani restaurant. The owner, Nadeem, has been beyond amazing to the Franklin House and we are going to be using his place as a venue, instead of having sparsely populated house shows. After-show gathering at the house will more than likely occur, so if you can't make the show drop by the house later on!

Spice 12
100 N. Kingshighway
St. Charles, MO 63301

Wednesday, June 3, 2009

TONIGHT!! Wed. June 3rd

Franklin House presents...

Brook Pridemore


Vikesh Kapoor


@ Picasso's Coffeehouse
101 N. Main St.
St. Charles, MO 63301



donations appreciated!!

Saturday, April 18, 2009

We Support Pirates!

From the seas of Somalia! Somali Pirates are lashing back at merchant ships and commercial fishers who have been stalking the sea of Aden, off Somalia's coast since the civil war began there. Despite the few of them that were killed by America and India (asia's America) they have harmed very few of their captive capitalists, generally treating their hostages well to the point of hiring caterers on the shores of Somalia to cook spaghetti, grilled fish and roasted meat that will appeal to a Western palate. They also keep a steady supply of cigarettes and drinks from the shops on shore. their purpose as stated by various pirates is one of revenge for the stealing of Somalia's food and aid, and the embargo on weapons for Somali people's while using Somalia as a virtual highway for American gun running. Right on mates!

The Pirate Bay!!! Freedom's just another word for no packaging on overpriced music from underpaid bands. We all know that downloading Metallica is not going to take away any of their Benzos (but hopefully take away their barber money), and "stealing" sound is pretty much impossible. If intellectual property were real, couldn't AC/DC be looking at 20 to life for stealing the same fucking song from themselves for the last 30 years? Oh wait, intellectual property requires...intellect. Free the Pirate Bay 4! and while you are at it, download our music for free and share it as much as you can.

Bottom line is this, whether you bought it or not, it was stolen from somewhere. There is nothing that we have that was taken from the earth by permission and I type this on a plastic keyboard that will never decompose, made by slave wage workers in a country that doesn't even have internet available by a worker who could never afford the keyboard, let alone the computer. Everything is stolen, at least pirates share the bounty!

Historically speaking, pirate ships were rogue contractors for the elite of Europe, whose crew recognized the thievery they were sent to do for a a pittance of nothing, and decided that they would take it back. They are documented as being extremely egalitarian (if even because the threat of sure death hung over their heads if they fucked each other over) and ran mostly on consensus. Of course not all crews worked this way, but let's not let hollywood tell us that piracy is a history of dark origin, and let's not let Fox news tell us that Somali Pirates or Internet Pirates are our enemy.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Paleo House Show CANCELED

Due to travel complications, David had to cancel his show with us, but he will be back again!!!!

listen to his music here.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Ides Of March potluck showing Obama Deception Film by Alex Jones

So this Sunday we are showing Alex Jones' new film, The Obama Deception, as part of our weekly potuck. Food is regular time with film showing around 7:45.

Read up on your past Empires and how they fell in the meantime! Every Ceaser needs a Brutus, every Jesus needs a Judas...and this is the way to Dooms Day!

Thursday, February 19, 2009

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

the new holy!holy!holy! shit

go to our myspace to check out show dates.

Monday, January 26, 2009

Meander and Mark Trecka MONDAY JAN 26th

Mandy Ellis a.k.a. Meander
listen HERE

Mark Trecka
listen HERE

vegetarian potluck starts @ 6:30
and music shortly thereafter


Friday, January 16, 2009

Tonight at the Franklin House

Tonight, here at the house, Mike Cannon, of "This Week In Radical History" and "The Mike Cannon Show", both available on Radio 4 All
, will give us a presentation on Aftershock Action Alliance, a collective based in New York that focuses on Community Response to emergency situations.

from their website:
September 11th wasn’t first and Katrina wasn’t the last. Capitalism, Nation states and a culture of consumerism have conspired to make our planet more and more unstable. The fear inspired by disasters plays into the hands of those destroying people, animals and the planet for profit. Our governments (technologies, religious leaders, etc.) cannot protect us but they can certainly get us killed.

Come on over and eat with us at 6:30, and catch the presentation at 8:00. It is, as always, FREE, but donations to the collective are more than welcomed.

Monday, January 12, 2009

Another Perspective on Facism and Freedom

On Sat. there was a protest and march on Delmar against the State of Isreal's oppressive and murderous acts against the people of Palestine. Between 400-600 marchers were there and here is one protester's reflection on the action.

From the book of the prophet Isaiah, chapter 58:

"Shout it aloud, do not hold back.Raise your voice like a trumpet.
Declare to my people their rebellion and to the house of Jacob their sins.
For day after day they seek me out; they seem eager to know my ways,
as if they were a nation that does what is right and has not forsaken the
commands of its God.
They ask me for just decisions and seem eager for God to come near them.'Why have we fasted,' they say, 'and you have not seen it?Why have we humbled ourselves, and you have not noticed?'
Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please and exploit all your workers.Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife, and in striking each other with wicked fists.You cannot fast as you do today and expect your voice to be heard on high.
Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,only a day for people to humble themselves?Is it only bowing one's head like a reedand for lying in sackcloth and ashes?Is that what you call a fast, a day acceptable to YHWH?

Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:to loose the chains of injustice and untie the cords of the yoke,to set the oppressed free and break every yoke?Is it not to share your food with the hungry and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter--when you see the naked, to clothe them, and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?

Then your light will break forth like the dawn, and your healing will quickly appear;then your righteousness will go before you, and the glory of YHWH will be your rear guard.Then you will call, and YHWH will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.

If you do away with the yoke of oppression, with the pointing finger and malicious talk,and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,then your light will rise in the darkness, and your night will become like the noonday.YHWH will guide you always;he will satisfay your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins and will raise up the age-old foundations;you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls, Restorer of Streets with Dwellings."

I read this before going to a march this past saturday. The march was to speak out against the horrible violence going on in the middle-east between Israel and Palestine, specifically to protest the gross bombings that Israel is undertaking, and the US support of them. According to a USAToday article I just checked, which was supposedly posted an hour ago, "Medical officials said the Palestinian death toll in the offensive Israel began 17 days ago had risen past 900 and included at least 380 civilians. Israel says three Israeli civilians, hit by Hamas rockets, and 10 soldiers have died." 900 people! That is too many for me. According to this article, 13 Israelis have been killed by Hamas rockets. I could go on about what's going on there, but I'd rather talk about what's going on here. For info about the Palestine/Israel conflict, go here:

So saturday, I went down to the Loop with some friends of mine to protest this violence and the US support of it. I read the chapter in Isaiah before going, and prayed. To me, this was a very spiritual act. It was heartbreaking to read Isaiah's words, knowing that Israel is now using much oppression and violence, and to know that so many Christians want to support the oppression and violence being perpetrated by the US and Israel (I understand fully that there are many worse governments than that of the US, but that doesn't absolve them). Incdentally, the friends I went with were neither Arab, Jewish, or Christian. But they were humans who will not be fooled that this disgusting violence is acceptable.

We ended up being late to the march. But they were passing us as we got out of our cars, so we were able to join up pretty quickly. We brought drums and a tambourine and banners, reading "St. Louis Economy is Bombing" (with the words Raytheon and Boeing written on two bombs) and "US Economy is Tanking" and "Support Resistance" with the image of a palestinian kid using a sling shot to fling a rock at a tank.

I was holding the "Support Resistance" banner, along with a girl named Ellen. There were approximately 200-400 people (I'm horrible with estimating things)marching down the sidewalks of Delmar. There were plenty of cops. I'm guessing there were as many as 100 in the area, but maybe 40-50 out and about, in full riot armor, holding bats, with guns on their belts. Some were holding mace sprayers.

But the march was good. There were so many palestinian families there. There was a mother with three of her daughters (one in a stroller) walking next to me for most of the march. There were also many elderly people in the crowd, way more than I expected, especially because it was very cold that day. Everyone was rather excited. We were banging drums and chanting things like "We want Justice, We want Peace" (with an occasional "we want justice, not police" tossed in), "free gaza", "free palestine" (and even "free falastin", the palestinian word for the their own country), "stop the occupation now".

Did I mention is was really cold?

We turned down skinker, and as we did, Ellen said her hands were too cold to keep holding the banner, so I asked aloud if anyone wanted to help hold a banner. A young palestinian girl, maybe 13, said "I will!", and so she did. Eventually, we stopped outside a house to listen to some speakers. At this point, my hands were too cold, and my friend Angela said she'd hold the banner, and the Palestinian girl's mom helped Angela hold it. This was my favorite part of the march, because I really got to see the faces of the Palestinians, to see how excited they were to be out, voicing their disgust of the violence. There were many flags and signs. Whenever a car honked in support, cheers would erupt. At one point, a group of Palestinian boys were taking turns running a Palestinian flag across Skinker.

After the speakers were finished, we made our way back up Skinker. A lot of people were showing and voicing a desire to march in the street. Now, I know this may sound pointless, but it's not. I myself had very mixed views of the idea of taking to the streets before we went. But when you're there, and you see the faces of these people, and you see the cops, with their weapons and armor, you get the feeling that they're letting you have you're little march. That they, the ones with the force, are allowing you to excercise your right to speak out against violence, to gather together, to even walk on your sidewalks. And it's hard to just watch all the cars buzz by, knowing they're heading to stores and restaurants, unaffected by the 900 dead. So we went into the street, taking up a hardly used lane. When we got back to Delmar, the cops starting letting us know that we shouldn't be in the street. We let them know that we didn't care (we were barely in the street, walking mostly in a turn lane and around parked cars). I remember the look on one lady's face, in her SUV with her daughter. She was very angry that we were blocking her way, violently gesturing toward the sidewalk. Apparently, she was offended that she had to wait 5 minutes for all these mourning and celebrating free people to walk past her car.

The cops starting getting more adamant, and I simply said, "Walk around them." and so we did. One of my friends attempted walking in the street, maybe a foot or two out from a parked car, and cops (bats in hand) pushed up against him. He tried to continue, and they threw him to the ground.

At this point, an interesting thing happened. In my mind, I saw myself diving on top of him. Unfortunately, I thought too long. Fortunately, they weren't beating him. Michael and I ran up to the cops, who had already formed a line, holding their bats out to the crowd, and starting yelling at them to let him go. I was very angry, which was odd, because I'm rarely angry, especially like that. The crowd stopped, and we all started shouting "Let him go!!!" After a few minutes, they released him. One cop foolishly told my friend Michael to make sure everyone stayed on the sidewalk, and Michael rightly said "I can't promise that."

We continued down Delmar, meeting more and more cops as we went. But spirits were up. Since I was no longer carrying the banner, I had been banging on a small drum. Which gets tiring. But I found the drumming to be very important. It makes us more visible, and encourages everyone to keep marching and keep chanting.

We made our way back to City Hall (which wasn't the smartest place, as it is right next to a jail). While we were waiting for the crowd to cross the street, some friends and I, with drums and a bugle, waited in the street til everyone got across. The cops kept telling us to get on the sidewalk, and we kept telling them we were waiting for everyone to get across. Eventually, we packed the sidewalk, the steps, and the lawn, and were still occasionally pouring out onto the curb. An 80-year-old lady spoke to the crowd, and after, we continued our drumming and chanting. My friends Ryan and Amanda started dancing with each other on the curb. The cops didn't like this very much. They told them to get off the street (apparently, they were oblivious to the dozens of cops standing in the street blocking traffic. Personally, I'd much rather be blocked by two young people dancing than by two dozen large men with bats and guns). Now, the sidewalks were packed. As Ryan and Amanda tried to dance back to the sidewalk, a cop threw Amanda down, and then threw Ryan down, one shoving his knee in the back of Ryan's head. I was about 5 feet from them when this happened. They were immediately surrounded by cops, again holding their bats to the crowd. Michael and I again started screaming at the cops to let them go. I noticed that they don't look you in the eye in these situations. As they took them to the jail, some of us attempted to follow them, but cops and "peacekeepers" (a group of people who apparently were trying to keep the march peaceful, but really just ended up being as useless as the cops, and pissing us off) were blocking our way. Jake (the one who was arrested earlier) had gotten past them, and then turned to come back (the whole time being on the sidewalk). As he walked back, a cop yelled at him that he was under arrest, and he told the cop that he had the right to walk on the sidewalks, at which point the cop tackled him to the grass. I saw this, too. Again, we started yelling. Trying to keep everyone chanting "let them go" was pretty hard at this point. I was tired, and I think everyone felt done, and were probably afraid of all the large men with bats, guns, and mace. Someone tried changing the chant from "let them go" to "we want peace". The cops, again for some reason thinking Michael was the head of something, told him to get the crowd to disperse, and they would let them go. Someone tried to get people to chant "Let them go, and we will go", but that lasted maybe 20 seconds.

I felt absolutely horrible asking people to leave so that my friends could be released. I felt like a traitor. That I was simply encouraging the bullying taking place. But many of the people felt they had achieved what they came to do, and so left. One Palestinian woman, however, started yelling in the megaphone that we shouldn't leave, that this was exactly what they came to speak out against, the State bullying people, forcing them to stay in their place. She was so right. I was so thankful for her. But I still wanted my friends out of jail.

So we packed up our drums and banners and walked to the jail (it was just right next door to the city hall). The cops were trying to block us from coming near the jail, being so ridiculous as to tell us to cross the street, despite the fact that there was a perfectly good sidewalk right there. Eventually, we crossed back over. After about twenty minutes, some guy, who we're all pretty sure was a cop, came out and told us that they have to process them, and that they'd let them go in 30-45 minutes. About 20 of us stuck around. Did I mention it was very cold? Sean didn't have a coat, so I let him wear mine for a bit. Eventually, someone got him one from their car. The people that stayed were our group, some of the peacekeepers and members of Instead of War, and a group of young Palestinian women who had met Amanda from a previous action.They let them out one at a time, with about 10 minutes in between. Ryan's face was scuffed up and swollen. Jake came out in his boxers and tights (which I'm hoping he was wearing to keep warm) because they told him he could only have one pair of pants on. Then we went to a friend's apartment for tea and peanut butter sandwiches.

So that's what happened. That is what happens here when incredibly peaceful people want to cry out against the perpetration and support of violence. I felt bad for the Palestinians, who found that they are neither free at home or here. That they are being forced to stay in lines, being watched by armed and armored men. It was disgusting to me that the cops would display bats, guns, and mace in front of children and elderly people, especially ones who are crying out against oppression.

The thing that really bothers me is that when telling this story to people, they start to defend the cops, saying that they need to be there, they had reason to be paranoid, that that is what happens when you don't do what the cops tell you to, that we can't be in the street without a permit, that some people are looking for a fight. The cops were useless. They weren't protecting us. They were there to arrest us, beat us, mace us, or shoot us if any of us got out of line (the majority of the "us" being families). And they weren't there to protect the people on Delmar. We weren't attacking them. This was a very peaceful and celebratory march.

According to, fascism is "a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism." Now, what happened wasn't strictly that, but it looked and felt way more like that than like freedom.I love reading the book of Isaiah, although it can be hard, especially at times like these. I hate that so many look to force and oppresion, to robbing people of life, freedom, and homes in order to make a more perfect world. That people want to perpetuate what is going on. Want to defend horrible actions like cops throwing dancers to the ground, or manufacturing bombs to be used on civilians, or want to continue shopping and living in luxury while so many are being robbed of a home. Obama was promising change, but he and so many other people in power just want to continue doing things as we have been, saying that more money and more force will fix the problem, blaming the victims for the pain in their lives. We're all ignoring Isaiah's words, that the way to freedom is by breaking every yoke, feeding the poor, clothing the naked, sharing our homes, setting the oppressed free. Then, and only then, will our healing quickly appear, will our light will shine in the darkness.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Anarchy NOW! #4 Featuring Noam Chomsky

This sedition features an interview with Noam Chomsky, and is dedicated to the Resistance fighters in Palestine, and the world over, resisting the agenda of murder and greed. Fuck Zionism, Fuck Militarism, Fuck Nationalism, Fuck Americanism, Fuck Israel.