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OCCUPY SYDNEY
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Issue1 20/4/2012
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Occupy Haikus Occupy Haikus Occupy Haikus Occupy Haikus
Cops and suits mocking Cops and suits mocking Cops and suits mocking Cops and suits mocking
Don't care that this affects them Don't care that this affects them Don't care that this affects them Don't care that this affects them
We'll see who's laughing We'll see who's laughing We'll see who's laughing We'll see who's laughing

Cold environment Cold environment Cold environment Cold environment
Wind blows, rain falls, lack of sleep Wind blows, rain falls, lack of sleep Wind blows, rain falls, lack of sleep Wind blows, rain falls, lack of sleep
Fire burns in our hearts Fire burns in our hearts Fire burns in our hearts Fire burns in our hearts

More facebook dramas More facebook dramas More facebook dramas More facebook dramas
Fuck occupying online Fuck occupying online Fuck occupying online Fuck occupying online
Get out, be active Get out, be active Get out, be active Get out, be active

Coffee and smoking Coffee and smoking Coffee and smoking Coffee and smoking
The breakfast of champions The breakfast of champions The breakfast of champions The breakfast of champions
Fuck I'd love some fruit Fuck I'd love some fruit Fuck I'd love some fruit Fuck I'd love some fruit

I'm writing haikus I'm writing haikus I'm writing haikus I'm writing haikus
Revolutionary stuff Revolutionary stuff Revolutionary stuff Revolutionary stuff
Think five seven five Think five seven five Think five seven five Think five seven five ďLJZŽŚĂŶĞƐƚ

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I occupy I occupy I occupy
I occupy I occupy I occupy


When the police officer
take out the gun
When a scared citizen
take off and run
When a police officer
shoots without thought
When another human
stands by to report


When the police officer
stomps on someone’s head
When they clearly don’t
care if he’s dead
When a stranger dies
from a stranger’s hand
And the street lies
about being grand


When I live here and no one
knows how to care
Because they can’t buy
it from Disneyland

I don’t want to wait
for you to wake up
from this political side show


I demand humanity
and I will occupy ‘till I’m free


‘cause I demand humanity
and I will occupy ‘till I’m free


‘till that police officer
learns how to be kind
And they take off that
bitter uniformed mind
And they turn
around and realise
that poverty can’t be
criminalised


They wake up They wake up
They wake up
They wake up They wake up
They wake up
and raid the elite

By Bern Ellis
I Occupy
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I don't know the human that
made my shoes
I don't know the human that
made my clothes
I don't know the human that
made my glasses
I don't know the human that
made my scarf
I don't know the human that
made my bracelet
I don't know the human that
made my food
I was told in school that this was
how the world of supply and
demand progresses to increase
profits.
Who profits from this?
I want another world, where I
can show my gratitude to the
human that made my shoes
I want another world, where I
can show my gratitude to the
human that made my clothes
I want another world, where I
can show my gratitude to the
human that made my glasses
I want another world, where I
can show my gratitude to the
human that made my scarf
I want another world, where I
can show my gratitude to the
human that made my bracelet
I want another world, where I
can show my gratitude to the
human that made my food
The money I paid is not equal to
the gratitude I feel for having
these items in my life.
I want another world, where my
gratitude is received by the
beautiful people that contribute
to my life, where I can see that
my gratitude contributes to their
lives.
I want another world
A human world
A world that listens to the people
and cares for the people’s right
to self-determination and self-
governance.
I want another world

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Una magica f a magic
Poesia f poetry
Escriben y mandan f they write and they send
Por vias a través de f by ways through..
estas maquinas f these machines
En un circulo f in a circle
libros que descansan en el centro f books that
rest in the middle
Uno y otra f one and another
leen y comparten f read and share
ofrecen copias f offer copies
Pasa una familia f a family passes through
se queda f it stays
callada pero curiosa f quiet but curious
Estan firmes f they are firm
Pura magica f pure magic

La !ris f !ris
Con sus ojos siempre bien abiertos f always
with her eyes wide open
Saluda al mundo f says hi to the world
cuida, siembra f looks after and sows seeds
tambien se molesta f she gets annoyed too
pero sobre todo, ama f but above all, she loves

El Felipe f Felipe
Actuando f taking action
esta alli f he´s there
No es un gringo f he is not a gringo
No se equivoca f don´t be mistaken

La Adriana f Adriana
Y su hijita f and her little daughter
Con ojos brillantes f with shiny eyes
llenos f full ones

El chiquito fthe little one
lo golpeó su hermano f his brother beat him
ya no quiere regresar a la casa f he doesn´t
want to go home anymore
Sabe también del maltrato f knows also of the
abuse
de las instituciones f of the institutions
Asi que f so this way
Esta en la calle f he´s on the streets
con nosotr@s f with us

El Juan fJuan
viene a cuidar f comes to look after
chequear la presion f checks the blood pressure
de l@s ayunantes f of the people fasting
l@s abraza f he hugs them
Su cara humilde f his humble face
Este doctor y ser prominente f this doctor and
prominent being

El Walter f Walter
Con su camiseta purple f with his purple tshirt
dice derechos humanos f it says human rights
dice trabaja con jóvenes f he says he works
with youths
preguntas tiene f he has questions
de mi vida y todo f of my life and all
Apenas te conozco f i barely know you
Tu vida corta f your short life
Te agradezco f i´m grateful to you
Nunca te olvido f ill never forget you
Te quiero te quiero f i love you, i love you
tus luchas son nuestr@s f your struggles are
ours
las llevamos f we´ll carry them
Te quiero f we love you

El Jose Luis con sus trenzas f Jose Luis with his
braids
Ne ofrece su libro f offers me a book
hasta la fecha f to date
se deja la imaginacion f it´s left to the
imagination

A poem about another occupation
A poem about another occupation

{daytime, fasting, under military regime..)
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Este otro, de nombre olvidado f this other one,
whose name is forgotten
comparte compania f shares company
Quiero darme zapatos f wants to give me
shoes
hechos por sus manos f made by his hands

la Amanda y la Narlene f Amanda and Narlene
Superenamoradas f so in love
orgullosas f proud
Amanda escribe f amanda writes
la admira el mundo f the world admires her
tiene maquina para respirar f has a machine to
breathe
Ahora pasa al otro mundo f now goes to
another world
Narlene la maestra f Narlene the teacher
y madre de otra f and mother to another
la extrana f she misses her

El !srael viene con sus ideas f !srael comes
with his ideas
Altas y vivas f loud and alive

El té de jamaica f the hibiscus tea
y los licuados incontables f and the countless
smoothies
Un espacio para defender f a space to defend

Un estudiante ambiental f an environmental
student
vamos junt@s a ver f we go together to see
A dar bienvenidos al regresado f to give
welcomes to the returned

Un abogado que nunca recuerdo su nombre f
a lawyer whose name i never remember
? Enrique?
Ne abraza f he hugs me
Tomamos una foto f we take a photo

El Andrés
Ne pasa su camara f he passes me his camera
Toma toma f take it take it
sacar los chepos y chavas f photo the cops and
the soldiers

Pasa Oscar f Oscar comes by
y su papa f and his dad
Te entregamos una camiseta f we give you a
tshirt
!gual que la mia f the same as mine
dice Honduras no queremos golpistas f it says
Honduras doesn´t want coup mongers

Otra mujer indigena f an indigenous woman
me mencionó de un regalito f mentioned a gift
to me

2 mujeres f 2 women
dijeron f said
Eran sorprendidas f they were surprised
Que hace mi nieta aca? f what is my
granddaughter doing here?
solo que no soy ella f only ! am not her

La abuelita f the granny
en la calle f on the street
Aun no tan famosa f not yet so famous
Siempre con un solo color f always with just
one colour
sea rojo, azul o cualquiera f whether it be red,
blue or anything
Nisteriosa f mysterious

Lo de alcalde f the one from the council
viene hostigar f comes to harrass
Saque la mencion del golpe dice f take out the
mention of the coup he said
Luego que ya no hay permiso f afterwards that
there was no permission anymore
para la carpa f for the tent

Pero seguimos f but we keep going
Finalizado f ended
Por el toque de queda f by the curfew
Una semana nutrida y litida f a nourished and
vivid week
en septiembre de 2009 f in september 2009
Parque Central, Tegucigalpa (Central Park,
Tegucigalpa)
Con sus paredes manchadas y remanchadas f
with its walls painted on and repainted on
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May 12, 7pm at Martin Place, Sydney
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Issue5 18/05/2012
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Today Occupy ParramaƩa dropped the
banner on Wesƞield. This was to mark the
anniversary of the first occupaƟon in the
^panish /ndiŐnados for the 'lobal ay of
AcƟon. This was to call for the 99% of people
to take the sƋuare to occupy toŐether for the
millions and not the millionaires. This
hiŐhliŐhted the Őeneral frustraƟon that we
live in a consumerist world controlled by the
corporate Őreedy ϭ%.

Occupy Parra stated͕ "Wesƞield is one of the
larŐest landholders in the world. /t is
notorious for destroyinŐ communiƟes͕ small
business and unions worldwide.
'overnments conƟnue to fund the ϭ% and
the ϭ% funds the Őovernment. Occupy
worldwide will not Őive up fiŐht for human
need and not corporate Őreed."
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The highway is a massive and intimidating foreigner,
a funnel of decisions and purposes,
Asphalt phrases traced−−−−−_--____________-−−−−_-−_____-−−−- on country paper,
Vehicle territory where wanderers can easily be
forgotten.

I raise my thumb and bum
some alien space and time.
Is Romanticism still out there?
Solidarity?
Curiosity?
Charity?

It’s always easier to find reasons not to stop
than to stop
The huge importance of the spot

Enough VISIBILITY and a | BROAD | shoulder
I must create a bigger chance for them to pull over.

My arm is lifted since 8 am and 3 hours later...
I’m still here talking to myself
and shouting to my imaginary friend.
Extremely [ ] in fluent traffic
demoralizing
Everybody looks at you from their cars expressionless or
turn their eyes to somewhere else.

Glued to this heartless shoulder forever.....................................................................................
But people will stop and
I won´t be an atheist anymore.

Why?
Altruism sprouts in their travelling souls
The driver has done it himself
The driver is a leftie
Nah
Drivers want a decent chat
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Always eager to hear prophet stories and even better,
to tell you theirs.
Practice your storytelling skills
Add some dressings to your tales

They will brag skin-deep or
they will immerse into honest conversation
Confident confessions off the record,
under the shelter of the stranger.

I hear about Rhodesia,
about miracles,
about Kirk Douglas,
about money,
about value,
about marriage,
about values,
about sex and
about sex again.

A woman driving a V6 overtakes and rants
Out of my FUckn way CUNTS!

Giggly old fellow cheating on his wife while
a lonely man is looking for a partner.

Been stuck in the mud for hours?
SUV’s with 600,000 ks and still working
Have kids
A new SUV is quite expensive
Don´t waste your time travelling

I tell them about Spain,
about Woofing,
about Woodford,
about the sun
tanning just my hitching arm,
about being yelled ‘Get a job!’
about the guy who picked me up before,
about hitchhiking.
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By Alejandro Panés
Zzz…

*

The 7/11 in Hunter St. isn’t far but
the stroll has taken a while.
A beanie covers her blond hair;
fingerless woollen gloves warm her hands
and a dollar coffee her worries.

She sits on the War memorial and sips
carefully,
enjoying,
the shimmering sunset
that rocks the window ocean
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Continued...
back and forth.

The skyscrapers grind some money from the clouds.
The bread crumbs are waved by the wind,
like autumn confetti,
till they reach the pavement
and vanish.

*

She sips again.
A wreath of lilies rests in peace
beside her.
Memories of War;
indelible photographs of fallen fellows,
of insomnia partners,
mud partners,
blood partners,
muddy and bloody cigarette partners
and a cough.

Ambivalent reminder that stands firm
with its right hand at its temple,
saluting forever.

Young men tossed on the board;
old men shaking the dice.
Geopolitical interests and National security;
a tragic encounter of euphemisms.
The shame of War and
what lies behind and
what comes after.

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Ambivalent reminder only understood by the guys
who ask themselves the question:
Why did I go there?

*

The adult kids play soccer.
She joins and laughs.
Concentrated expressions
of joy,
running after a ball,
that fly in a parabola
from the outside of her foot
to the glass goal of the Fed.
The violent ripple travels through the immense mirror.
A landing spaceship deafens the square
and burps on its ramp
a couple of security guards
who chase the kids shaking their batons,
their hot dog bellies,
uncomfortable sweat
and frowns.
1-0.

Westpac and Fed.
How many yells do they hold during the day?
How many cries?
How many people do they help?
Any copy machine sex?
How much money do they hide?
How much real money?

?

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It’s another dimension
cause up there,
on the bleak plateau of corrupted divinities,
where the faces roam
and the cheeks drip
like wax,
the eyes have forgotten their language
and the hearts have shrivelled
like yesterday’s newspaper,
without meaning.

*

It’s 8 o’clock on the GPO clock tower
and the no-man’s land men start to gather.
They come out of their concrete warrens
and wait,
nonchalant.

Two men sit on blue milk crates,
bent towards each other,
hiding their next move behind tanned expressions
and grey beards
that water-fall on the chess board.

St Vincent de Paul night patrol arrives,
ladies and gentlemen set up a line,
a centipede:
right foot/left foot,
one after another.

Paternal angels give kindness and soup,
scarves and blankets,
give away 50’s movie-star smiles and
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how are yous and good on yas and
religious devotion and
those smiles.
Best smiles ever.

The players don’t seem to notice.
Don’t seem to care
about their broken nails.
Bishop to F5
Pawn to E4

The news ticker on Channel 7 spins,
fuelled by the World,
projecting red beams
on facades,
on faces.
Acronyms and headlines,
stock-market values.
Digital tempus fugit
that takes just a fart to disappear.

The men on the queue chat about the footy,
chat about the weather.
The forecast on the ticker predicts sporadic showers
of liquor.

Tower to H6
Pawn to D3

What happened?
What didn’t happen?
Inequality hidden
underneath megalodon monuments
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to Sydney’s financial splendour.

The Lucky Country,
where some live in leisure bubbles
while others carry heavy backpacks
of strong emotions,
never leaving behind the past.

Checkmate

*

The pavement has been chalked with pastel colours
The messages read:

Taser-free zone

We are the voice of the voiceless

Human need not corporate greed

We are not leaving

If you don’t let us dream, we won’t let you sleep

The adult kids sit around the fire
and prepare their beds,
−they come closer,
shy at first−
set up the cardboards and stare
at the shamanic dances of the flames.

The dream catchers revolve from their strings:
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red like the soil,
yellow like the sun
and black like the skin.

No ceiling above their heads,
except for a pierced blanket
that hangs from the perennial trees.
A dome of millions of leaves;
each of them with their own dew
and individuality.

The Macquarie St. traffic lights
beep every five minutes.
Occasional cars.
Distant howls and hyena guffaws.
The wind caresses her skin,
softly.

She can’t remember the stars,
other than in a kid’s crayon drawing,
cause a dull purple halo covers the night
like the smoke of a burning aurora.

Beep,
beep,
beep.

*

Love luminism
that focus and refocus.
Iridescent sketches
of the first week
come back to life.
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Hundreds of spirits on the Square
−the stairs are packed−
share food and listen
the whisper of the land.

The dwellers look surprised:
some trespass the invisible fence,
approach and ask;
others just smile.

The cops set a perimeter
of tense steps.
They have orders to contain
the epidemic spread.

But the adult kids are strong
when their hugs meet with their souls.
Mic check!
A chorus of open chests follows:
Mic Check!

O-C-C-U-P-Y
What does it spell!?

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