One Day

A Poem for the Movement

Will Sturdivant

August 12, 2020

Sittin’ under that poplar tree,

wonderin’ which breeze,

from north or south,

would stop them leaves from tremblin’,

a Thought was born.

Syllables familiar,

fingers outstretched in counting,

they say, begins the Devil’s number,

they say, begins the comin’ of Omega,

they say, that they the Alpha,

though,

like them leaves,

they quiver with the breeze!

They say, these three feet,

these six beats makin’ syllables is wrong;

but ain’t that how real Change begins?

Underground stirrin’ up Humanity—six syllables heard of yet unseen

Under that poplar tree

I thought to be

as did my complicated ancestory—

that is to say matriarchs in patriarchy,

Underground stirrin’ up Humanity—

six syllables heard of yet unseen,

i thought to be:

REVOLUTIONARY!

i know…silly me!.

w.s.

The Political Social Ontology of Astrology

Matthew Cull and Nadia Mehdi

Astrology has regained prominence as a resistance practice that challenges capitalist modernity. Matthew Cull and Nadia Mehdi ask: How might forms of thought inherent to astrological practice render us more susceptible to capitalist control, not less?