Other-World News January 30, 2014
Things are happening out there. There is more news. Everywhere. Every day. Even Siberia.
We’ve seen a lot of tweets and such from Michigan and Great Lakes region states making fun of the South and it’s reaction to the snow and cold.
But let’s be clear. Over in Siberia, this midwest cold storm is laughable.
Equal rights also matter in India. This ain’t their first rodeo, either.
Remember, if you can, a man called Ghandi.
Read and Learn:
and at home
Poet’s Corner: Peter Balakian January 30, 2014
If you are from metro Detroit, or Boston, or Wooster, Fresno, or watch (unfortunately) the Kardashians, you are likely familiar with Armenians.
But we are a people more than just lots of religion and boreg and montun and lahmajun. We are more than our grandparents’ stories.
We are more than Kim Kardashian’s ass.
The author of one of The Glove’s favorite books, The Black Dog of Fate,
Peter Balakian reminds us why Armenian history matters:
Immigration and the Future of Detroit January 29, 2014
Immigration was one of the driving forces in Detroit’s economic and cultural prowess during the heralded years of the industrial revolution and into the mid-20th century. Detroit was in many ways the epicenter for a diverse and middle-class model city.
The politics of immigration, however, have become an often misunderstood and polarizing topic. We at The Glove are non-partisan, and will leave it to you decide. But we do feel that what is ultimately good for Michigan is good for the United States.
Whatever happens though, we need to remember that, first and foremost, the “Detroit Renaissance” needs to come just as much from those currently and generationally living in Detroit as it does from those outside of the city. All parties involved in this rebuilding process must have a say, and must be willing to compromise for the good of the whole.
These articles provide some insight from multiple perspectives on the topic:
Morning Frustrations January 29, 2014
A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Your worst enemy.
We were just told by Facebook that we cannot send out friend requests for 2 days. We aren’t getting paid when companies used our Facebook info. And we aren’t getting paid by WordPress. As a matter of fact, we aren’t getting paid at all!
So until we as the consumer get the same range and freedom as the companies that use our information freely, we will continue to reach out to people for a profit of knowledge and community, not dollars.
Until Mark Zuckerberg starts paying us for the information and data Facebook collects and sells, we at The Dirty Glove will not stop trying to reach out to people. If Big Media is making a profit off of our info, we demand a cut of that.
Otherwise, if they want to keep taking it for free and profiting, small start ups deserve to use social networking as a way to reach out to like-minded individuals who might want to find their news and media from an alternative, not-for-profit site.
Poet’s Corner: Two Poems from Michigan Poet Ben Goldberg
Week of Dec. 15, 2013
Ben Goldberg was born and raised in Michigan. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Raleigh Review, MAYDAY Magazine, and The Southeast Review, in which he was a finalist in the 2012 Gearhart Poetry Contest. He was also invited to the 2013 Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, which is the oldest writers’ conference in America, which invites many of the countries fresh, up and coming poets.
Below are two of his more Michigan themed pieces. They can also be found, with audio, at Terrain: http://terrain.org/2012/poetry/two-poems-by-benjamin-goldberg/
EULOGY FOR WEEK-OLD ROADKILL
Deer, anus-ways back.
Dear flesh, every dawn your hem
splayed along the shoulder,
crows lining up behind you
on the double-yellow no-passing line.
Dear deer, longitudinal cross-section
of the positions life leaves us in:
obsequious to the point
of vulgarity the tenderness attending
the end of you, peeling from you
the blanket of your traumas.
From any other direction, I will find you
as sunrise does: everything broken
visible, like a battered child
in fake sleep, one eye swollen,
half-open, caught between
watching and blinking.
This is where breath drags itself
from shallower breaths,
where the alluvial floodplain seeps
beneath its netting of dead
mosquitos, where I am called
under the footbridge’s rusted trusses
out of the winds of a late snow
plunging my eardrums.
Places worth escaping are made
to endure so much ice, little else.
A gosling is learning flight
at the school of her broken wing.
The mother hisses if I move
even slightly, or if my eyes
are any color but the ground’s.
Poet’s Corner: Ben Goldberg
Week of Dec. 15, 2013
For those of you who enjoy poetry, this week’s Poet’s Corner will feature pieces from a Glove grown poet, Ben Goldberg. Check him out at http://benrgold.com/
well, Dirty Glove, it looks like we got ourselves some readers…
Dec. 12, 2013
Just a little thank you from The Dirty Glove, for making the decision to be a reader.
Because Twitter isn’t a newspaper. There is a greater purpose in society for media than to simply entertain without artistic, intellectual, or informational merit. Because we are better than Ducks, Trucks, and Boo Boo’s.