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Get excited for our new article on voluntourism and imperialism, out later this week, by taking a look through our archives. Here’s a taste of what you can expect, excerpted from “Sonny Dee Loses Hir Mind.”

God Hates Heterosexuals

Went up to heaven the other
Week / To pay a visit to
The Holy Ghost /
Caught him in bed with
Sigmund Freud / Hallelu /
Why should I worry /

Went down to hell late
Last night / To pay a visit
To the man I love most /
Caught him in bed with
The devil herself/ Hallelu /
Why should I worry /

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A JAZZ THEMED PARTY ON A MONDAY NIGHT AT LE BAIN by Zoe Contros Kearl

“We are all going forward. None of us are going back.”
(Richard Siken)

there are two limes in my Hendricks and tonic
and Astroturf beneath my feet
there is a famous actor here who my girlfriend recognizes
he is wearing a hat and a pair of dirty sneakers
he is the son of two professional figure skaters from Leningrad

the last part of that
I learned from reading his IMDB biography

looking around at a lot of my sort-of friends gathered
laughing in a self indulgent and extravagant way
heads thrown back
too many teeth
touching each other’s knees with exaggerated and or maybe whimsical gesturing

one of my friends has a cigarette behind his ear and is wearing his “going out” shirt

you are in California
I see your best friend standing at the rooftop bar
she is wearing a backless dress
and it hangs off her beautifully
I guess, though, that she is not your best friend anymore

throughout the night I use the bathroom three times
the Dyson hand dryers kind of scare me
I watch two guys take a Vine of using them while making jokes
related to airplanes or something
and then loudly deem themselves “fucking hilarious”

later on
we are sitting on the edge of a sofa having one last drink
looking at the lights of the buildings and taxis
the New Jersey skyline
I see her again
the dress has slid down and I can see her black thong

she is laughing
and is checking her phone a lot
I look at her pretty and small features lit blue from beneath
and feel a quiet kind of sad

Bastards of the Tribe

Originally posted on joshualewmcdermott poetry:

The pack of Mende children fetching
cell-phone minute cards, eating the rice
left in the family bowl after the women
and men ate, sang songs for me
in now inarticulated rhythms; songs
no one remembers but for the echo of
their small feet and clapping hands. They
could play my guitar without ever having
seen one. They told me corrupted folk tales,
like how the devil buried his rice in a hole
in the ground and gave birth to day and night,
and then they asked me to tell them about
Harry Potter.

Who gave music to our ancestors, anyways?
And what happens when we stop our signing altogether?
In the Canadian grocery store, the blonde mother
pushes her son down the fluorescent aisles in silence
before the boy stupidly hums one or two notes
of a song he’s never heard.

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The Education of Two Boys

Originally posted on 100 Days In India:

Last night I couldn’t sleep. Thunder boomed in the mountains and shook the windows of the house. Every few minutes, the curtains lifted from the broad wooden sills, only to resettle with the passing wind. But it wasn’t the weather that kept me awake for three hours. Nor was it the giant, and I mean giant, spider that I found on the bed right before sleep. It was my mind. I was worrying about taking the boys out of school early this year, as well as the fact that next year we would be asking the school board again to let them leave in April. This time because I had a fellowship in Santa Fe. For three hours, I wondered if we were depriving our sons. I wondered if I should give up the fellowship. I wondered if the boys would resent never being able to finish the school year.

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The Poem I Promise to Write for You: Music by Jay Anderson Poetry by Joshua Lew McDermott

A music/poetry collaboration produced by Jay Anderson with a poem by Joshua Lew McDermott, as part of an album Dr. Jay Anderson is producing featuring poets from the Logan, Utah scene.

The Poem I Promised to Write For You: Music by Jay Anderson Poem by JoshuaLewMcDermott

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Naked in your blue jeans
beneath the window
arms behind your
head your breasts
and stomach so
pale in the morning light
fresh from the shower
Can I grab the camera?
Yes, go grab the camera
you look at my pictures
The body hair is actually lovely you say
Should we make love? I ask
when you see something
on a hike that makes you
hold your breath you should
always display your affection
with a dance or maybe by
taking off your shoes or swimming
in the stream even Chimpanzees
make displays at waterfalls or when
the rain rushes through the shaking
trees and as I strip off your jeans and
you stand naked in my room
arms above your head woman
I grab your waist and say
Now let’s celebrate the sunshine

NEOCOLONIALISM IN WEST AFRICA BOOK TOUR

Below is the flyer for the summer book tour of political activist Chernoh Bah of Sierra Leone. His new book is entitled NEOCOLONIALISM IN WEST AFRICA.

chernoh summer tour 3

 

We at Yellow Mountain are currently volunteering to help Chernoh organize venues at universities and bookstores so he can speak about the book and the problem of exploitation in Africa by multinational corporations and imperial fiscal policies enacted by governments such as the US and the International Monetary Fund and the World Bank.

Chernoh is the chairman of the African Socialist Movement – a radical movement which aims to unite all Africans under a democratic and socialist government.

Socialism in this context simply means that workers, African workers in this case, ought to democratically own the wealth and resources their countries produce, rather than a small wealthy class or foreign corporations. The African Socialist Movement fights for democracy in all spheres of social life, not just political life. It aims to empower Africans in all aspects, and eradicate the roots of poverty, exploitation, and inter-tribal warfare that plagues the continent.

I’m happy to be an ally of the ASM and to be helping Chernoh spread his message.

If anyone knows of a venues where Chernoh could stop by on the tour this summer, please contact Joshua at joshualewmcdermott@gmail.com or yellowmountaincollective@gmail.com

-Joshua Lew McDermott