Weekend Update – T.R.E.A.T.Y. School

In this edition of Weekend Update, Russell Means speaks of the T.R.E.A.T.Y. School, and the concepts of genuine education that enrich and teach individuals and communities. He speaks as well of the disfigurement of natural law by Patriarchy and holding respect for that which cannot be understood.

Weekend Update – Respecting Women

In this edition of Weekend Update, Russell Means discussed the affinities of matriarchy, as well as respecting the differences that make us strong. He speaks as well to ’subsistence’ living and to how long it takes the universe to revolve.

Weekend Update #31: Indigenous Knowledges

In this edition of Weekend Update, Russell Means sets the record straight about the land crossing over the arctic, as well as the creation stories and the myriad accomplishments of the Indigenous People. He speaks as well of the plague from the Vatican, and the 6,000 year war still raging in this 10 minute installment.

Matriarchy Update

Russell Means speaks of the bad news, the injustices, the indignities, the inhumanities and the good news that can help free humanity from the current destructions.

Weekend Update #29: Where are the Women?

In this edition of Weekend Update, Russell Means gives voice to the
destructive conditions that women willingly undergo in society. From
those who inhibit their fertility, to those arguing for equal rights,
Russell Means speaks to the underying troubles facing women today, and
what can be done to bring the situation back into balance.

Weekend Update #29: Where are the Women? from Russell Means on Vimeo.

Moon Landing by W.H. Auden

Moon Landing
~W.H. Auden

It’s natural the Boys should whoop it up for
so huge a phallic triumph, an adventure
it would not have occurred to women
to think worth while, made possible only

because we like huddling in gangs and knowing
the exact time: yes, our sex may in fairness
hurrah the deed, although the motives
that primed it were somewhat less than menschlich.

A grand gesture. But what does it period?
What does it osse? We were always adroiter
with objects than lives, and more facile
at courage than kindness: from the moment

the first flint was flaked this landing was merely
a matter of time. But our selves, like Adam’s,
still don’t fit us exactly, modern
only in this—our lack of decorum.

Homer’s heroes were certainly no braver
than our Trio, but more fortunate: Hector
was excused the insult of having
his valor covered by television.

Worth going to see? I can well believe it.
Worth seeing? Mneh! I once rode through a desert
and was not charmed: give me a watered
lively garden, remote from blatherers

about the New, the von Brauns and their ilk, where
on August mornings I can count the morning
glories where to die has a meaning,
and no engine can shift my perspective.

Unsmudged, thank God, my Moon still queens the Heavens
as She ebbs and fulls, a Presence to glop at,
Her Old Man, made of grit not protein,
still visits my Austrian several

with His old detachment, and the old warnings
still have power to scare me: Hubris comes to
an ugly finish, Irreverence
is a greater oaf than Superstition.

Our apparatniks will continue making
the usual squalid mess called History:
all we can pray for is that artists,
chefs and saints may still appear to blithe it.

1969

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